I guess my mother thinks that ten years old, isn't old enough to take care of myself yet.
"I don't want to play house anymore," said Karen, "you never let me be the mother."
"Oh Karen," said Debra, "sometimes you're such a baby. Cathy, what should we play?"
"Let's play hospital," I said. "I'll get my dolls and meet you in the garage."
We closed the doors so just the light from the window came in. Then we took all of the clothes off the dolls and covered them with a blanket.
Karen said she thought that we should take out the dolls appendix, but we weren't clean enough to operate, we had germs on our clothes.
"Gee, we will have to take our clothes off too." I said. So we did.
"Cathy your peepee looks different, you have hair growing on it," said Debra.
"Stupid," I said, "It's supposed to have hair on it when you get older."
Karen said, "Can I touch it?"
"Of course," I said, being proud that I had hair and they didn't. No one ever touched me there before and it felt good, I didn't want her to stop.
"You can look at it some more if you want to," I said. Both of them were touching me now at the same time.
"Wait," I said, "I'll lie down on the table so you can see where I peepee from."
I laid down on the table, on my back, and opened my legs wide. They touched me all over there. Then we took turns on the table and looked and touched each other. This was more fun than playing house.
Every time we played together after that we did the same thing. But, one day our mothers caught us and we all got punished. We were told that that was dirty and we should never do it again.
One day, my mother and father went to the movies and my sixteen year old brother was watching me. He told me to go to bed early, because he had a few things to do. I wasn't sleepy, so in a little while I got out of bed and went into the living room to see what my brother Hal was watching on television.
When he saw me, he jumped up and yelled, why wasn't I sleeping yet. I told him I wasn't tired. I saw that he was zipping up his zipper and putting his belt on. Then I noticed that he had a lump in his pants. I asked him what the lump was. He told me, nothing. I said that sometimes I see lumps in boys pants and I want to know what they are. He said that if he showed me a trick would I go to bed after, and not tell mommy and daddy about the trick.
I promised him that I wouldn't say anything. He told me that I was old enough to know, and that I should open his pants. I did, and he pulled out a soft lump of skin. I asked him what it was and he told me that it was called a dick. He said that that's what men use when they have to go to the bathroom.
Hal told me to hold it for him. Then he told me to squeeze it a little. As I did that, he asked me if I had any hair on my pussy yet. I asked him what a pussy was. He pulled down my pajama pants, touched my peepee and said, "that's a pussy."
I took my hand away from his dick but he told me to put it back again and hold it tight. I asked him why. He said because it feels very good but he didn't show me the trick yet. He touched my pussy and started to rub it a little bit.
"Now doesn't that feel good to you," he said.
"Yes, when my girlfriends touched me there, it didn't feel as good as it does now," I said.
"Oh, you've been fooling around with your girlfriends," he said.
I told him that mommy caught us and told us never to do it again as it was bad and dirty. But, I don't know how it could be bad, when it felt so good. Hal told me that that was the reason why I couldn't tell them about what we were doing. If I did, mommy and daddy would make sure that we would never be left alone again. Which meant that we wouldn't be able to have fun like this again. I felt that his dick was starting to get bigger and bigger and harder and harder.
"I'm hurting it," I said.
"Don't worry, that's the trick I wanted to show you," Hal said.
He put his hand around mine and started to push it up and down slowly at first and then faster and faster, his breathing became heavy and labored and I was starting to get frightened, then his dick started to quiver and my hand was all wet. I told him that I thought it was a terrible trick and I went to bed after I washed all that stuff off my hand. It looked like pancake mix.
The next few weeks I wouldn't even talk to my brother. Every once in awhile I played with my pussy before I went to sleep. It didn't feel as good as someone else touching me. One day Karen and Debra were walking home after we had an ice cream soda and Hal came over and asked us if we wanted to have some fun. I was still mad at him, but Debra liked my brother so we went with him.
We went over to one of his friends house, and there were two other boys there. They were drunk and I think Hal was well on his way to getting drunk. I used to see him drink daddy's beer sometimes when daddy wasn't home. They asked us if we wanted any, but we didn't like it. We played some records and danced.
The boys came over to us and started putting their hands under our dresses. The girls were pushing the boys away, but I told them not to. I told them that they play the same games we do.
We didn't take off our clothes because some grownup might come in and we didn't want to get punished again. We just pulled our panties down a little and the boys just opened their zippers and took out their dicks. We took turns rubbing each other and I think we all had a good time.
On my twelfth birthday I was old enough to go to the store by myself. My mother even gave me twenty-five cents for candy. After I bought the things she wanted, I went to the candy store. Mr. Norris, the owner, was a very nice old man. Sometimes he used to give me candy for nothing.
He told me that he liked the dress I was wearing and that my hair looked very nice. He said he had some more candy in the back of the store that I might like.
When we got in the back, he picked me up so that I could reach the top shelf for him. When he was holding me up he had his hand on my pussy. When he put me down on the floor again, I saw that he had a lump in his pants, which meant that his dick was hard.
My brother had told me that when a boy got like that and it didn't get wet, that it hurt very much, and I asked Mr. Norris if he wanted me to rub his dick for him so that it wouldn't hurt. But if I did, he had to promise that he wouldn't tell my parents, because they would punish me.
I opened his pants for him the way my brother showed me and took his small soft dick out.
It didn't stay soft for long. It had more skin on it than my brothers did and it didn't feel so good.
Mr. Norris sat down and stood me in front of him. He sat on the edge of the chair so that his body was touching mine. He took my panties off and rubbed his dick on my pussy. His dick was a little wet already and it felt good. Then he tried to put it in my pussy and I told him that it hurt. So then he asked me to kiss his dick for him. I said I didn't want to and he got up from his seat and told me to sit down. He made me sit at the edge and he opened my legs very wide and with two hands he pulled my pussy open and started to rub it like no one else had ever done before. He put his finger in it just a little, because he said he didn't want to hurt me. He asked me if he could kiss it and I asked him why? He said that it would make him feel better and he said I would like it too. So I said alright.
First he kissed it a few little kisses, then he stuck his tongue in my pussy and it felt different. He was kneeling on the floor and breathing very fast and he put my legs on his shoulders. He licked me all over. It felt so wet and hot and nice, I didn't want him to stop. One of his hands were under me and the other was on his dick.
Just when it started to feel extra good, he stopped. He said I was a very nice girl, and gave me the candy free. He was a very nice man. He told me that anytime I was alone, I should come in to see him and that he would give me free candy.
My mommy only sent me to the store once in a while but I always stopped in to see Mr. Norris, and we always had a good time.
I was fifteen years old now and got my first job in a drive-in, "Victor's" was the name of it. I only got paid seventy-five cents an hour, but I was supposed to make a lot of tips. It was only a summer job, because I had one more year to go until school was finished.
The boss wasn't too bad, but every time I walked by, he patted my ass. I don't know whatever men get out of that.
It was only a few hours a day and I got to meet a lot of the kids I didn't know before. Victor had a son my age who was really groovy. He seemed nice, but was a spoiled brat. He was taller than me and his name was Chris.
Chris never talked to me much, just 'hello' once in a while. He sure was being friendly tonight though. It was his night to run the place for his father.
We talked about school and the kids we knew. By the time the night was over, he asked me to go to the beach with him on my next day off. The more I looked at him, the more I liked him.
He picked me up about ten in the morning, in a beautiful blue convertible. We drove for about two hours before we arrived at the beach.
It was one of those deserted beaches with trees all around it and I wore my new one piece bathing suit with the low neckline and low back.
Chris said he liked it and I knew he wasn't lying, because of the way he kept looking at me.
We went for a swim and then ate the sandwiches I had brought and I started to wonder what he kissed like, I had never been kissed before.
Every time he got close to me, I wanted to grab him and kiss him, but I didn't have to because he kissed me. First just a little kiss, then he opened his mouth and kissed me again.
"Cathy," he said, "haven't you ever been kissed before?"
I told him that I hadn't and he said I had such nice soft lips, that I shouldn't waste them.
"Now Cathy, the next time I kiss you, open your mouth a little and don't concentrate so hard on puckering your lips."
He gently put his mouth on mine and I obeyed his instructions. It felt so much better. Chris's mouth was warm and wet. I felt his tongue touching mine and I started to get a funny feeling down my back, like little ants running up and down.
I started to rub my tongue on his, until our tongues got all mixed up in each other's mouths.
The longer we kissed the closer we got to each other. Before I knew it, Chris was lying on top of me and his body was moving on top of mine until I could feel his dick, straining to get out of his trunks.
We rolled over on or sides and he put his hands on my ass, pushing my body up and down. Then he began to kiss my neck and ear. I kept pulling my head away because it felt so good but he kept it up anyway. He unhooked my bathing suit and pulled the top down slowly with his teeth. I was getting embarrassed until he started playing with my breast and nibbling on my nipples. No one had ever touched me there before since I started to wear a bra last year.
Chris started kissing me on the mouth again and began pulling off my bathing suit. The further down he pulled my suit, the further down he kissed me. He was running his tongue from my nipples to the hair of my pussy. Then he held me under my ass with one hand and with the other he pulled my pussy up and open. He kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth putting his tongue in and out of me, until I started to squirm. I couldn't stop myself. He took off his clothes and lay down on top of me and held his dick in one hand and tried to put it inside me. I pushed him away hard.
"Cathy," he said, "what's the matter, what did I do wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm a virgin," I said.
"A virgin, you've got to be kidding," he said. "You let me go this far and then you stop me."
"I'll tell you what," he said, "You make me come and I'll make you feel good."
"Alright it's a deal," I said.
He put one knee on each side of my head facing me and tried to put his dick in my mouth. I turned my head to the side but he held it straight and started to rub his dick on my lips.
"Open your mouth," he said, "and make believe you're eating an ice cream pop. It won't hurt you!"
First I kissed it a little bit, then he started to put more of it in my mouth. It seemed so big, and tasted salty. He didn't have any extra skin on his. It really looked beautiful. It was the closest I ever got to one. It had a big vein down the front and the top of it was smooth, like satin.
"I'll help you," he said, "I don't want to turn you off."
He changed positions until he was eating me. Every time he put his tongue in my pussy, I wished it was his dick. It got me so excited thinking about it that I grabbed his dick and tried to put the whole thing in my mouth. He started to move it in and out slowly, until he got me so excited that I pushed his head down on me until he started moving faster and faster, until I thought I'd choke. All of a sudden, his dick began twitching in my mouth, and my mouth was full of come, warm hot come. I started to gag and he gave me a towel.
On the way home I was too ashamed to talk to him. When we got to my house, he asked if he could take me to the movies on my next night off. I told him yes, and he said that he would call.
I couldn't wait until the movie was over so that we could make love again. We had a hamburger and malt with some of the kids until it was time to go home.
Instead of going straight home we went for a ride. Chris pulled me close and put his arm around me. First he sneaked his hand under my sweater and bra and played with my nipple for awhile. He was getting me so excited I wanted him to stop the car. He told me to take off my slacks because we didn't have much time and he didn't want us to waste it. He opened his zipper and he had a hard on already. After I took off my slacks and my panties, I leaned over and started to suck on his dick. He made me stop explaining that he didn't want to come that fast. He took my hand and put it on my pussy.
"Play with yourself until I find a place to park. Get it warm for me," he said.
He finally parked the car under some trees and pushed the seat back. As he kissed me he put part of his finger in my pussy. Then a little more and I started to get wet. He put the whole finger in then and I jumped. I never felt that before.
"Don't be afraid, it only hurts for a little while, then it starts to feel good," he said.
It was very uncomfortable in the car, but when he asked me to eat him again while he ate me, he practically had one leg over the back seat. He was pushing his finger in so deep I asked him to give me more, and I had his whole dick in my mouth sucking away.
"You've got such a beautiful cunt," he said, "I love making love to you."
Just then he came, but he only stopped for a second. As I wiped my mouth off, he was still sucking me.
Little by little he started to put another finger in me. He told me to relax and see how good he was going to make me feel.
"You taste delicious," Chris said, "my cock is starting to get hard again. I've got to fuck you Cathy, got to feel my cock in your hot wet cunt. Look how big it's getting Cathy, suck it for me, make it get good and hard."
"Watch me while you're eating me, watch my fingers going in and out of your cunt, getting it wet and ready for my cock."
"Oh Chris," I said, "I know I shouldn't let you, but I can't say no."
He changed his position until I was sitting on him facing him. But he never stopped fucking me with his fingers. He kissed me then and slowly took his fingers out and put his dick in. Just a little of it. Every time he pushed me down on his dick it went in more and more. Then he gave me one hard kiss and pushed his whole cock in me. I never hurt so much in my life, but he kept kissing me and playing with my nipples as he moved in and out of me, until the pain went away and it started to feel wonderful.
He sat me down on his thighs and told me to push forward and pull back. Every time I pushed forward, he did too, until we were going faster and faster.
"Fuck me, Cathy," he said, "Oh fuck me with your beautiful cunt."
"Oh, yes Chris," I said, "I never want to stop fucking you, never."
Then all of a sudden, my insides felt like they were coming out and my head felt like it was going to explode, and I came, for the first time.
For the whole week I had pains in my stomach, but when we were fucking it felt so good that it was worth the pain, and who could think of pain with Chris's big cock in me.
CHAPTER TWO
I'm certainly glad that I finally got out of that high school. What a bunch of prudes there. Just because you fuck one boy a few times, they think you're going to marry him. I guess if I had gotten pregnant, I would have been stuck for life, and I certainly am not about to get married, when there are so many beautiful men in the world. Here it was my first day at college and not a good looking man in sight. Oh well, I have a few more years to look around.
I shared my room with one girl named Abby. She didn't seem like much of a swinger, but you can never tell at first sight. You know what they say about judging a book by its cover. I've got a good body now, thirty-eight, twenty-six, thirty-eight. I wear my hair long, very long and don't wear much makeup. My clothes are mostly conservative, on the sexy side. It's kind of hard to hide my body. Abby and I got along right away. She was a little dumpy, but very pleasant.
Our room wasn't too bad. Yellow burlap on the walls and flowered drapes. We each had a three quarter bed, one dresser, and one closet. Our dresser was low so that we could also use it as a desk to study on. The best thing about the whole room was that we could see the boys dormitory about one block away. Of course to get a real good view, a pair of binoculars would help.
Abby told me that she had a steady boyfriend, but that he was a drag. We decided to go out the first chance we got and scout up some new material. Chris and I made it just about a few hours before, so I wasn't the least bit horny, at the time. Chris said that he would come up to see me whenever I wanted him to. I must have been better in bed than I thought. He lived two hundred miles away from this school. He was still the only one that ever fucked me, so I was very anxious to try someone new.
After Abby and I got set for our classes, we strolled down to the local hamburger place to get something to eat. Some of the local talent sat next to us and made their usual lines try to work for the ten-thousandth time. I gave them back a few fast answers, and they gave up on us and tried a few other girls. Our waiter looked kind of groovy. He was the boy next door type, studious looking but with a very sexy look in his eyes. I had to come back to this place again. I found out that his name was Kevin and that he was working his way through school. He was studying to become a doctor, and as far as I'm concerned he can play doctor with me anytime.
We strolled around the campus for awhile meeting some of the other students, and getting familiar with our new surroundings. There certainly were enough boys in this school. But Abby and I decided that we weren't going to start flirting until after we started our classes.
The next few weeks went by very fast. I saw Kevin almost every day, and we were becoming pretty good friends. He helped me with some of my school work. I even started getting my hamburgers free. He had a friend that Abby adored, but you know how men are. I told Abby that if she wanted to get somewhere with him that she would have to do something to make herself look better, so we immediately put her on a diet, with help from everyone. We even went as far as taking the food out of her mouth. With the help of the other girls we redid her step by step. She kept to her diet, as we watched her closely.
We decided to watch football practice one day and I was glad we did. There was a guy there, with a body that didn't end. I tried everything to make him look at me, but no luck. I went home that night and took a good look in the mirror at myself. I didn't see anything wrong, so I decided to make another play for the guy, the following week. I wasn't about to give up so easy. I put on the tightest slacks and sweater I could find. Then Abby and I walked over to the field. One of the guys came over to talk to us and invited us to a party in their dormitory that night. Well, I was in. What better place for us to meet but to a party in his dormitory. Yes, I checked. He lived there.
That night I couldn't wait for eight o'clock. I put on my lowest cut dress and off I went. My big hunk of man didn't show up for about an hour. Somehow or other I slinked around to where he and his friends were sitting. I introduced myself and they seemed very friendly. We talked about school for awhile, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get a gleam in his eye for me. We had one dance together and I could feel all of him but his hard on. I couldn't imagine what was wrong, until I came back from the ladies room. I saw him holding his friends hand, and his friend didn't look like a female to me. Damn it, what a rotten waste.
Two months already and I still haven't found a suitable stud. I've certainly had enough offers, but when it comes to sex, you either feel it or you don't.
We have a substitute teacher for English this week, what a drag that's going to be. Might even have to get some work done, for a change. Just the same old faces every day in the same classrooms. All of us were sitting around talking about our regular nothing news, when a deep sexy voice said, Good morning, and started to introduce himself to us as Mr. Clint Shelby, our teacher for the week. The class got very quiet, as we all looked up, to look him over. Wow, did his name fit him. He was the most beautiful person, I had ever seen. If I could get an erection, I would have had a whopper. He had kind of short hair, mod style, cut over his most handsome face, which shadowed his just about perfect body.
It was the shortest class that I ever attended. How do I get to a teacher, I was wondering. I knew it was against the rules. But rules were made to be broken. He gave us a poem to read, the usual garbage required reading we must absorb, to forget the day after. It was my last class, so I had plenty of time to plan and scheme. Abby met me at the diner and we had our usual hamburger with french fries and talked to Kevin for a while. He was very busy but then he found time to ask me out Sunday. What a time he picked. Here I was trying to concentrate on my next lover and Kevin asks me out. I hated to say no, but I did and I told him that we would make it the Sunday after.
On the way home, I told Abby about my intentions. She was shocked.
"But he's colored," she said.
"What does that mean?" I asked her.
I told her that we all had some kind of color, and most of the white people I know can't wait until summer to get dark, so what's the big deal.
"I don't know about you Abby," I said, "you couldn't have forgotten your biology from high school already." Didn't you learn that there are only two differences in people anywhere. Male and female."
I left her thinking that one over. Now that I thought about it I guess I was brought up with people that thought the same way she did. I guess I just decided to use my own brain, instead of someone else's, to think with. Color, how stupid, I thought if the first moon man came to earth, and had green and purple stripes running up and down his body, would that make him any less sexy. No, it wouldn't take his sex appeal away from him, if he had any. It must be terrible, wasting your life away not liking something that can't be changed anyway.
The next day I wore my turtle neck pink sweater that fit me just right and my purple mini skirt. I even set my hair so I could wear it long and natural. In my short life I found that most men like the natural look, even if it takes us two hours to look that way. I sat in the best position I could, so that Mr. Shelby would notice my legs. I volunteered to answer a few questions right and after that, I caught him looking at me a few times when he thought I didn't see. How could I not see. I hadn't taken my eyes off him once since I got to class. Wow, he was something else. Every once in a while he sat at the end of his desk to explain what we were discussing. He didn't have much between his legs that I could see, but that didn't stop my pussy from calling to him. It felt as though it was clutching for him. How I got through that day without raping him, I don't know.
The next day was a bleary and dismal day. The rain was coming down like cats and dogs. I wore one of those see through raincoats, with a sharp red slack outfit under it. No matter what I did though didn't seem to impress Mr. Shelby at all. I was just about to give up, when he and I were caught in the same doorway in the rain. We talked about everything but what was on my mind. After a few minutes, he asked me if he could drop me somewhere, as his car was in front of us.
I of course said that I wanted to grab a hamburger before going home. I gave him a perfect excuse to be with me, and he picked it up. We stopped at some drive-in about five miles from the school and ate. On the way back he told me that it was against the rules for teachers to be with a student, but he had been looking at me all week and he couldn't seem to stop himself from asking me out somewhere. He said that he had gotten the impression that I wanted to be with him also. I told him that he was right and why didn't he stop the car so that we could get to know each other better.
By that time I was already calling him Clint. He told me that he was only going to be in town for a few more days, then he was going to teach in California.
"Then let's not waste any more time." I said.
As he started to kiss me, I could see the leaves being blown past the windows of the car. But the window soon became steamed and I closed my eyes awaiting paradise. Oh this was worth waiting for. Feeling his arms around me and his soft wet kiss on my mouth, my neck, then his tongue probing in my ear, sending cold chills down my spine, followed by his hands. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing and wanting me. I returned his ardor. All the want I had stored up was now bursting forth.
We got to a state where it didn't matter where we were, or who saw us. This was right, this was pure animal sex, as we tore off each other's clothes, pulling, unable to get them off fast enough. Our naked bodies exposed, for any or all to see rubbing on each other. His hands were clutching my breast and his soft demanding lips now hard with passion were trying to consume them. As our bodies moved together, he soon found entry into me, and the thrill of the first push shattered my mind. Sweat was pouring off our bodies as we clung together in our need for each other. I could feel him going in and out of me, in and out slowly, exploring every part of my insides, with his big brown dick. Then he grabbed my ass and pushed himself deep inside me harder and faster and faster, until I exploded. But he didn't stop. He was near to his climax now and I could feel his body getting harder until all at once he started to kiss me and bite my neck and when I thought that I couldn't stand the ecstasy anymore, I could feel his hot sperm inside of me, running down my legs, spreading warmth over my whole body. We just held on to each other until our heads went back into place. Very slowly, we separated and relaxed.
As we smoked our cigarettes, I thought to myself, so this is what sex is really about. Wow! We cleaned ourselves up the best we could under the circumstances and started the drive home. We made arrangements to see each other the following night. He told me that a friend of his had a little one room cabin a few miles out of town and he was sure that his friend would let him use it the next night. He let me off a block from the dormitory and told me where he would meet me. I told Abby all about it, as she was waiting up, leaving out nothing. She told me that she had had sex a few times, but it was never that good. I took a douche, and did the usual things girls do before going to bed to have a beautiful dream about my new and exciting lover.
Abby kept asking me questions, but I just didn't tell her any more as it was still fresh on my mind, and I wanted to go to sleep so I could think of what we might have missed so tomorrow night we wouldn't miss anything. When I got to class and Clint and I looked at each other the first time, I felt as though everyone knew, not that I cared but it can be an uncomfortable feeling. We tried to avoid looking at each other to no avail. The want and need was still there and convention can be a horrible thing. I know that he wanted to hold me as much as I wanted him to.
The class seemed to be hours long. It was unbearable to be this close and not touch. Finally the hour was up. Some of the kids wanted to stop in the diner, but that was the last place I wanted to go then.
Two hours later Clint met me and as soon as I got in the car, he started to kiss me. I knew then, that he had wanted me in class, as much as I wanted him. We began to drive on to his friends place. Driving along he told me that this was the greatest thing that ever happened to him in a long time and that he would never forget me, but that keeping in touch wouldn't make much sense. We both agreed that we should never see each other again and keep this as a special memory, our special memory. He told me that the cabin was about six more miles, and why didn't I rest while he was driving. I stretched out and put my head in his lap. He was driving sixty miles an hour, but it soon went down to twenty, as I was kissing and blowing his lovely penis through his pants. I kept blowing on it hard until the heat became so uncomfortable for him that I had to open his pants. He didn't have the biggest prick in the world, but the head was big by comparison to the rest of it. I ran my tongue up and down the vein and kept teasing him until he stopped the car and told me to do it the right way. First he kissed me a few times, then pushed my head down again. He held my head still and began to fuck my mouth. I broke away from his grasp and started to lick his balls.
"Oh you want to play," he said, "Okay."
I stopped what I was doing and started to laugh. He unfastened my slacks and pulled them down with my panties. Then he got me in some sort of position where I was eating him again and he was playing with me. He started the car again and was driving and finger fucking me at the same time. Every time I tried to pull my head away he pushed it back again.
"You started it," he said, "now you finish it."
I tried my best to make him come, but he wouldn't let me. I knew he wanted to. I tried to get his fingers out of me, but he wouldn't take them out.
Just then he stopped the car. He moved over to my side and sat me on his lap with my back towards him. He pushed me up and down on his joint five strokes and came. By this time, with all the finger fucking he did I was ready to burst.
"Hey, what about me," I said as he started the car again. He laughed and said, "that will teach you to tease a man when he's trying to drive."
Oh yes, I was teasing him, but I had gotten myself in such a state, that I didn't think we would ever arrive at the cabin, as my crotch was on fire and his reasoning didn't help to cool it off.
We finally arrived at the cabin. It was one of those log cabin jobs with a fireplace. It had only kerosene lamps to light the place, but there was hot and cold running water and the heat was on. There was even a refrigerator with some food in it and of course champagne, why not. Clint told me to open the champagne while he took a fast shower. As I tried to open the bottle, I looked around the room. It was very clean and neat. There was a big couch or bed in the corner. Couldn't wait to try it out with Clint.
He came walking back into the room with his beautiful skin covered only with a towel, around you know where. He gave me a fast kiss and told me to take a shower while he started the fireplace going. He handed me a robe and said that it would keep the chill away until he could do a better job himself. As I was drying myself, I could hear the wood crackling and smell the pine burning.
"Come on honey, hurry up, this being our last night I don't want you to spend all the time in the shower."
My lover was calling out to me, so I wrapped the robe around me and walked over to where he was waiting for me. He asked me to back up and take off the robe so that he could see my beautiful body to remember. I let the robe slip off me to the floor. He walked over to me and began to run his hands lightly up and down my body. He knelt on the floor and started to kiss my feet, working his way up to my ankles, my calves and thighs. He licked and caressed the insides of my thighs and then got around behind me and started to lick the backs of my legs.
When he got up to my ass, I grabbed him, but he told me to relax and don't do anything except enjoy what he was doing. So I just stood there reflected in the warm firelight and he ran his tongue up the crack of my ass into my asshole. Then he came around the front again and kept running his tongue up and down, in and out of my pussy.
He was slowing driving me to a frenzy. Then he picked me up in the air and held me over his head still eating me. His face was buried in my cunt and all I could do was hold his head. He threw me on the bed. He pulled me over to the edge and held my legs apart by the ankles. Then he put his prick in my hot, wet throbbing cunt. He kept pulling me off and on him like a wonderful wild man. Then he turned me over, and started eating my asshole again. Sticking his tongue in and over until I wanted more than his tongue in me. He had my ass over the side of the bed on two pillows. He stuck one finger in my cunt and one in my asshole. Then he put another finger in each hole. He took the two fingers out of my ass and stuck his tongue in again. While he was finger fucking my pussy with three fingers now, with his other hand he put two fingers back in my asshole. It was nice and wet from his tongue. As he pulled them out of my ass, he shoved them in my cunt. Back and forth over and over.
I started to move with him then. Oh it was so good. Then he took his hands away.
"Oh," I cried out, "please don't stop."
He put his big brown cock in my mouth and fucked it about ten times. Then he took it out and stuck his tongue in my asshole again. I was all wet and slippery by then.
He held my ass up and rammed his cock in my wet pussy. He took it out and put the end of it in my ass. He told me to relax and it wouldn't hurt much. He put one hand around the front of me and started playing with me. He shoved his cock in a little more, and more. I told him that it was hurting, so he began to finger fuck me again, until he had three fingers in and his hard cock. God, it was wonderful being fucked all over. His other hand squeezed my breast together as I played with his balls, watching his ass going back and forth, pushing his cock into me again and again. Feeling his fingers fucking my hot cunt.
"Oh Clint," I said, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Hold on honey, I'm coming too."
"Fuck me Clint, fuck me ... Ohhhh."
The champagne was delicious and cold and my ass hurt. Oh was I sore. If I had Clint for a husband, I wouldn't make one year of marriage. But, what a way to die.
We had a long talk about how funny life can be. You finally find somebody that's right for you out of millions of people and then you have to say goodbye. Goodbye can be such a sad word at times.
Eventually we gathered up our clothes and straightened up the mess we had made. A few sweet kisses, one more look at our scene of love and then a closed door. We entered the car and as the miles went by we seemed to drift away from each other as we knew that this was the end - it must not happen again, even though we both wanted it to, we knew that it wouldn't.
CHAPTER THREE
School wasn't much the same after that. One day after another. I almost forgot the date that I had made with Kevin, until he reminded me the day before. I thought it might do me some good if I went out with some of the other boys.
Kevin wasn't so bad, he was really a nice guy. A little skinny but he did have a brain and he was going to be a doctor in a few years. We went to an early movie and had the usual popcorn and soda. We saw two horrible horror pictures. After the movie we decided to walk home as the weather-was beautiful. The leaves were changing color and the trees were really beautiful. We stopped by a stream and sat on the rocks. It was kind of warm so I took my jacket off. Kevin looked at the sweater I had on or I should say what was in the sweater and said that from what he could see, my anatomy was in perfect condition. He began stroking my breast and told me that he wasn't getting fresh, it was a purely clinical touch. He said that it was hard to believe that I could have such perfect breasts. He asked me if I would get offended if he pulled up my sweater and bra, to get a closer look. I, of course, said that it would be alright as long as it was for studying. He picked up my sweater and unhooked my bra, to get a closer look and the way he looked I could tell that he was getting the best look. He then started to caress them very gently. He rubbed the nipples a few times until I told him that it was annoying. He said that he thought that all women liked that, that it was supposed to stimulate them. I explained that different women like different things, just like men do. He then asked me where I liked to be touched to be stimulated. I told him that was a personal question. He blushed and told me that he was a virgin. He explained that he never had time for sex, and he thought that he didn't care for it, but the first time he met me he said that he got an erection, and did every time he saw me.
Kevin said he didn't know how to go about asking me to go to bed with him. I told him that I liked him and I would help him out. I pulled my panties aside to show him my crotch. I told him that he must know all about anatomy by now, so he should know what it was. I took his hand and put it under my panties. He told me that he knew what part to touch to stimulate me there so I told him to go ahead and play with me and that I would let him know how he did it.
And start he did, and he sure was right when he said that he knew all the right spots. He had a big hardon before he even touched me and I knew that he would be coming any second now. I told him to stick his finger in me, as I opened his pants. I took out his penis. As I touched it he came all over with moans to match his sperm. He was very embarrassed by the whole thing. He quickly closed his pants and apologized. I told him that it happens like that sometimes that's why lots of women get divorces, when history keeps repeating itself. He asked me to come over to his apartment some night and he would try his best to satisfy me. He was a far cry from Clint, but I had to do something to stop myself from thinking of Clint. He was gone and I had to go on to someone else to get him out of my system.
Every time I stopped in the diner Kevin asked me to go to his apartment with him. I kept saying no, but when I discovered that my period was late I figured that a good lay might bring it on. That night he picked me up at the dorm and we went to his apartment. He brought some sandwiches from the diner and we ate them while we listened to his classical records, which I couldn't stand.
It took Kevin about two hours to get to the point, sex point that is. He actually asked me if I was ready to participate. I said yes as ladylike as I could and took off all my clothes. I laid down on the bed and waited for him to take his clothes off. He went into the other room and came back wearing only a robe and a hardon. He told me that when he masturbated he also came very fast. I told him that I read somewhere once, that if a man comes fast he should put a rubber band around the base of it, but not tight enough to hurt. It was supposed to prolong his erection.
His dick was long and skinny just like the rest of him. He had difficulty putting the rubber band on, so I told him to just put it in me and come first, then we would worry about the second time. He took my advice. He barely had the head in and he came. He washed up and sat on the bed next to me as I smoked a cigarette. He wasn't circumcised but he was very clean. Now he had another problem. He couldn't get an erection. This guy was really fucked up.
I went to wash and when I came back, I told him to eat me. He acted like he didn't want to. I pushed his head down between my legs and told him to try it. It wouldn't kill him. He said that he didn't know what to do. I told him to put his tongue where he put his fingers when he played with me the last time. I had to do everything but pull his tongue out of his mouth. I kept pushing his head in the right positions. After awhile though he seemed to get the hang of it and liked it. I told him that that was enough for today, but he grabbed my legs and wouldn't let go. He must have eaten me for about half an hour. He learned fast and made me come.
After a small rest, we put the rubber band around his erect prick. I told him to lie down and I kneeled over him. I put my pussy over the head of his prick very slowly so that he wouldn't come fast. He kept trying to shove it all in, but I wouldn't let him. All of a sudden, he pulled me down hard on him and without taking it out he turned me over on my back. He pulled me over to the end of the bed and knelt down on the floor, and then he plowed away like crazy, until I told him that I was going to come again. He pulled out his dick and took off the rubber band. When he put his dick in again, he didn't come right away. He kept plowing away some more until we fell off the bed onto the floor. We came together at the same time.
I think I created a monster, but what a monster, a great monster he was turning out to be. He was very proud of himself on the way home. Sometimes I think, sex does turn boys into men. At least it did in this case. As I was falling asleep, I was still thinking about Clint, but after Kevin, Clint I found was slowly starting to fade in my mind. Memories are good to have, but there's nothing like the real thing. And Kevin was convenient and certainly learned quickly.
The next day we went at it again, and I mean at it. He practically humped me as I walked in the door. He came fast four times. This guy must have had it stored up for centuries. He was really knocking me out. A pussy never wears out, but it sure can get tired and sore. I told him that we should cool it for a few days until I recuperate.
My period was a week late already and I decided that motherhood was arriving. I certainly wasn't ready for that. And I knew for sure that Clint was the father. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
The next time I saw Kevin, we had our usual go around for about two hours straight until he finally got tired. Man he fucked like a machine and I do mean a fucking-machine. I realized that the only thing that Kevin wanted out of me was sex and only sex.
Yes, his only feeling for me was sexual, so I thought that I might as well take advantage of his taking advantage of me. I told him that I was pregnant and that he was the father. Of course I lied a little about the dates, but it couldn't be proven at that early stage. He got very excited over the whole thing and said that he couldn't marry me because it would stop him from becoming a doctor. I told him that he was right, and what was I supposed to do with a child in school. If I had it I would have to give it away. It's better if I don't have the child at all. I cried all I could and he told me not to worry, that he'd let me know the next day what he decided upon.
When I saw him again, he told me that he had decided to marry me, and that he couldn't see his child being born without a father. I cried and yelled and told him that I didn't love him and that I didn't want his child. I ran from the house crying very dramatically.
The next day he called me and told me that it was very important that he see me. I met him at his apartment and he agreed that I was right, that I shouldn't have the child. He told me about a friend of his that was a doctor who could and would help us out. We had an appointment to meet him in a few days. As far as I was concerned, the sooner the better.
I found all of the articles I could about abortions and read them until I could see no more. But I wanted to be sure that I would not ruin my health. I was trying to be calm about the whole thing, but it's hard trying to be calm when you are in the situation I was in.
Kevin got the whole thing set up for Friday afternoon. I met his friend Ben and he explained everything that he was going to do to me. Then he told me what to expect the next day or so, so that I wouldn't think that something was happening that shouldn't be. He told me to lie down on my back with my panties off. Then he inserted some kind of instrument that looked like a big needle. As soon as he inserted some kind of liquid in me I started to get cramps. Very bad cramps down to my knees. He threw a blanket over me and told me not to get up for three hours, or else the fluid would run out and he would have to do it over again. I stayed in bed like he told me and the cramps were real bad. After the three hours were up, Ben told me that the more active I was, the sooner I would abort. Kevin took me dancing and in between cramps, I danced up a storm. I was going to spend the weekend with Kevin, so he could watch me, so nothing would go wrong. Ben told me that sex was also good to bring it on, the wilder the better. Kevin wasn't really in the mood, so I had to talk him into it.
We went to bed, him with the intention of getting some sleep, but I grabbed his penis and started to play with it. He didn't get a hard on so I started to eat him. It was the first time I had done that to him, and he got excited quickly. A few minutes later we were fucking as usual.
Not that it was his fault I was pregnant, but I convinced him he was and in doing so I started to dislike him more and more. The more he fucked me the more I hated him. I was thinking that although he was one hell of a plower, he had as much feeling for me as if he had stuck his penis in a piece of liver. Damn it, I said if I get through this alright, I'll never fuck another guy as long as I live. We balled two times more, but after awhile I couldn't stand him to touch me.
We slept for awhile and I woke up with terrible pains. There was blood all over the bed. I woke Kevin and he told me to sit on the pan he had ready, that way we would be able to see when I passed the baby. I got a pain that was the worst yet and I thought that I was going to die, but all that came out was a small clot of blood. This went on, hour after hour, until I was exhausted. I just laid down on the floor.
Kevin covered me with a blanket and sat next to me. I asked him for a cigarette, but I was too sick and tired to even take a drag. I started to get another pain, and I sat on the pan again. I threw the blanket off, it was so hot. The sweat was pouring off me like a river. Then I'd start to get chills. I was sure that I was going to die this time. I never had so much pain in my life. Death would be a relief.
First I wanted Kevin to hold me, then I would curse him for touching me. I knew that he was worried, but by then I was more worried about myself. The pains calmed down for a while and Kevin carried me back to the bed, so that I could get some sleep. I must have slept about ten minutes at the most when the pains started again. He helped me to the pan again and had a little trouble putting me on it as I was dead weight. I couldn't help myself. Every time I got a bad pain, I was supposed to bear down. I hardly had the strength anymore. When the pain got so bad that I couldn't stand it I beared down hard and I felt a big clot come out. Kevin said that it wasn't a clot this time it was the fetus. God, I thought, it's finally over. Now I can rest. I started to crawl back into bed, but Kevin stopped me.
He said "Hold on Cathy, just one more pain. The afterbirth hasn't come out yet."
"Oh, Kevin," I said, "I can't take anymore." Just then the pain came and it was all over.
When I woke up, the room was clean and so was I. I still felt very weak, but the pains were gone, and I felt like a new person. I didn't really hate Kevin, but I was disappointed in him that he could be fooled into thinking that it was his baby that he helped me to abort.
Now that it is all over I wonder what I would have done without him. He was a sweetheart to go through it with me, and I don't believe that I will ever forget him, try as I might. I wish only good for him and I know that he will make a fine doctor and I know that he will be a great lover.
CHAPTER FOUR
Damn it, I hated men. A few months have gone by since my abortion, but I still couldn't forget the horrible pain.
These men are supposed to know all about sex. If they knew so damn much, we females would enjoy it more, by never getting pregnant unless we wanted to.
Well, at least my grades got better. I didn't realize how much the thought of men preoccupied me. Abby knew about everything, by that time we had gotten to be pretty good friends. Funny though now that I think of it, she never did have much to say about sex. I think I'll go to the party she invited me to tonight, just to see what's cooking with her.
We were the first people there. The apartment was beautiful. The living room rug was wall to wall and all Blue fur. The whole apartment was blue and white, with a black trimming here and there. The hostess had long blonde hair and natural blonde at that. She was the most perfect looking woman I have ever seen. She seemed to be about thirty years old.
In about an hour, the place was packed. I had had a few drinks by then, so it took me awhile to notice that all the guests were female. I also noticed that they were very cozy with each other.
The hostess was doing a slow dance with Abby, very, very close. Funny, I never suspected that Abby might be a dyke. She never made a play for me. I guess I wasn't her type. After awhile Abby introduced me around to everyone, and they seemed very nice. Not the rough type. Some girl, Audrey, started to talk to me.
"You're straight, aren't you?" she asked. I told her I was.
"Too bad," she said, and walked away.
Well now, that's what I call really trying. Some Spanish girl called Lucy came over and began talking to me. She told me she was a fashion designer and seemed very intelligent, and she was also very attractive. She knew I was straight, but asked me to dance. Why not I thought, "when in Rome." It seemed kind of strange at first, we didn't quite seem to fit together. But after a few more drinks, we seemed to fit better. Abby came over then and said that it was time to go. So we bid everyone goodnight and left.
When we got home, I asked her why she never mentioned she liked girls. She said she thought I wouldn't understand.
"Listen baby, I said, I can understand everything."
While I was in the shower trying to sober up, Abby came in and asked me if I wanted her to wash my back.
"Sure, have a ball," I said.
And she did. She not only washed my back, but my front, sides, every place she could put her hands.
I closed my eyes pretending that it was a man touching me. It had been so long since I had had sex that I got excited very quickly.
The shower was running full blast and Abby was sitting on the bottom of the tub putting soap on my feet and legs. Of course the water kept running the soap off, but it was good to be touched again. Slowly she started to work her way up my legs. First the ankles, then slowly massaging the calves. When she got to my knees, she stayed there pushing them apart and making me squat a little every time she did it. Her fingers worked expertly up the insides of my thighs and I began to squat, wanting more. Abby was kneeling by then. She put her head between my thighs. She found the soap she had dropped and ran it over the back of my thighs and to the small of my back, not missing my ass. She pulled me down until I was sitting on the top of her head with one leg on either side. Then she was running the bar of soap up and down the crack of my ass. When I was all soaped up she put the end of her finger in my asshole. I kept trying to back up so she could get her whole finger in. It was so smooth with all that soap. Abby kept putting the end of her finger in and out until she had half of it in me. I kept backing towards it and as I did I was rubbing my crotch on her wet soapy head, which got me more excited. Without taking her finger out of me and without stopping the motion, we got in the position where I was lying on my back in the tub. She started to rub my nipples between her fingers, then she sucked on them and used her fingers for my pussy, oh yes, Abby knows what she is doing to me. She had only one of her fingers in my pussy. I grabbed her hand and tried to make her put another finger in, which she did, and after that another and another until she had four fingers in my cunt. She was finger fucking me like mad. Then I pushed her other hand until I had the rest of her fingers in my ass. God, it felt so good. Soon she had four fingers in my cunt, and I was moving like crazy. Under all that cold water from the shower I was sweating up a storm. I was starting to sober up then and realized what was going on, but Abby wouldn't let go of me until I came, and did I ever.
When Abby left, I just laid there and thought about the last few minutes. Wow, I thought, this isn't too bad. Just as much pleasure and less than half the work. Maybe I'll look into it a little closer.
The next day Abby and I didn't mention it at all. We just did the usual things. That night after my shower I threw my robe on me and was lying on my bed on my stomach. Abby looked up from the book she was reading and asked me how I felt. I told her that I had the sorest asshole in town. She walked over to me and said that she could make it feel better. She took a tube of something out of her desk and sat on my bed. She rolled up her pillow and propped it under my crotch. Then she pushed my legs apart so that I was all exposed. She took some cr�me out of the tube and rubbed it between my ass. She told me that it would deaden the pain and discomfort for me. I told her that it really helped, but she put more on anyway, putting the tips of her fingertips in my ass. She kept rubbing the rim of it, while going in and out at the same time. It killed the pain alright, but it started to give me another sensation. I told her that she had better put some cr�me on my pussy too, that it was sore too. As soon as she started, she knew that I was excited by my little erection, and she kept rubbing away. I got to the peak of my excitement and just when I was going to come, Abby stopped, said goodnight and went over to her bed. Boy, that was a dirty trick. I had to get even some way, so I talked to her for the next few hours, so that she wouldn't get much sleep.
A few days later, we had lunch with Lucy, the fashion designer I had met at the party. I asked her if she could get me some clothes wholesale and she invited me to her apartment to talk about it a few nights later.
She really must have some bread. She had a penthouse in the city. The lobby looked like a hotel lobby in Miami Beach. I had to wait to go upstairs, until the doorman checked me out with her. The apartment was beautiful. All different shades of white, very virginous looking. Lucy made me a drink and told me that the reason she invited me over that night was because I had the weekend off, and maybe I would like to spend it with her. She told me not to make up my mind right away. After a few more drinks I told her I accepted her invitation. She gave me a few things that didn't fit her anymore, things I could never afford. She seemed very feminine to be a dyke, but it didn't really matter to me one way or the other. I tried the clothes on and they fit me perfectly. There was a green velvet suit with fur trim and a yellow chiffon cocktail dress. She told me that she had to be up early the next morning to see someone for an hour or so, so would I mind if she went to bed early, and I said I didn't. She went to her closet and gave me something to wear to bed. It was a black lace turtle neck, floor length nightgown. From the front and back I was completely covered, but from the sides, it was open completely. I tried it on and Lucy said that I looked great in it. She came over to me and said she wanted to see how it fit. She felt it under my armpits and then ran her hands down my naked sides. I didn't object, I just stood there, letting her touch me. She walked in back of me, put her hands under the gown and began playing with my breasts. She said to me that Abby explained, that I wasn't in the scene so she didn't expect any reciprocation from me. She told me that from the first moment she saw me, she knew that she had to have me. She began kissing the back of my neck and as she took the gown off me, she moved around to the front and ran her tongue all over my breasts. She held my breast in her two hands, massaging them gently at the same time sucking on my nipples. I told her then I wanted another drink. She stopped what she was doing and quickly made me another drink. When she turned around to hand me the drink I was lying on the couch with my legs wide open.
"Thanks Lucy," I said, "now wouldn't you like a taste of this?"
I pulled my pussy apart and poured the drink she made me on it. I didn't have to ask her twice. She just sucked that drink out of me like she had been dying of thirst. I always heard that women ate women better than men did, because they knew all the right stops. I was beginning to believe that the theory was true. She lifted up my ass a bit and was running her tongue from inside my asshole to inside my cunt. She had me squirming like I never did before. And all that time she was finger fucking me. I don't know how she did all those things at the same time, but she sure was good doing it. All she asked me to do was play with her breast a little. I barely held them in my hands for a second, and she came. What a sign of relief she gave. There I was all horny and she was finished. Well, I thought, another day like this again. When she caught her breath again, she told me that she knew that I didn't come, but that she would take care of that for me. I followed her into the bedroom. She told me to lie down on the bed, on my stomach and close my eyes, that she had a surprise for me.
I did as she told me and she went out of the room for a minute. After she came back, she began kissing my ass. She fucked my ass with her tongue a bit until it was very wet. She asked me if I had ever had it done with a Vibrator and I told her no. Then I felt something about the size of a finger going into my asshole. It started to vibrate. What a feeling. She finger fucked my pussy at the same time, until that was very wet, then I felt something about the size of a man's penis going into it. Then that started to vibrate. She pushed me over on my side and began to kiss my breast again. She pressed a button on the vibrator and it stopped. I must have moaned then because she told me to wait a minute, it had a different action to it. Just then it started again. As the dildo in my ass went in deep, the dildo in my cunt came out and vise-versa. It started very slowly and picked up speed as it went along. I thought that I would go out of my mind after awhile, but I just couldn't seem to come.
Lucy picked up my leg and started to chew on the man in the boat. A few minutes of that and I came like I never came before. What a good feeling, glorious and sensational as she withdrew the machines. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, Lucy had already gone out and come back. She wanted me to go shopping with her, and I did. She bought me some very sexy underwear and we spent a few hours in one of those elite beauty parlors with the massage and the whole works. She told me we were going to visit a friend of hers that evening. After dinner, we went to her friend's house which consisted of a woman and her six month old daughter. We had quite a few drinks and I got completely bombed. All night Lucy and her friend were touching each other as girls do when they are like that. Her friend's daughter started to cry after awhile, so we all went into the bedroom to calm her down. Her mother told me that there was only one way that she'd go to sleep when she was cranky like that. She pulled down her diaper and started to kiss the baby's crotch. I was kind of shocked at first, but the baby stopped crying. Her friend told me to try it. At first I objected violently, but one more drink changed my mind, why not. The baby was on the bed now and I had to lean over to get to her. I kissed her a little and then Lucy and her friend told me to lick it and suck on it or the baby would start to cry again. I slowly stuck my tongue out, then started to suck a little. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It even got me slightly excited when I got to the baby's clitoris.
By that time I was so interested in what I was doing in my drunken stupor that I didn't realize at first that Lucy's friend had pulled my panties aside and was playing with me. This whole thing was starting to turn me on. Lucy took the baby from me and put her back in the crib. I was lying on my back by then, while Lucy's friend Barbara was eating me.
Lucy got on the bed in some kind of position where her crotch was about a foot away from my face and she was finger fucking Barbara. I grabbed Lucy by her ass and pulled her crotch to my face. I started kissing her over her panties, which smelled of perfume. I had her panties wet by my breath and tongue and I could feel the hardon she had. She pulled her panties down slowly and I began kissing her pubic hair. The further down she pulled her panties, the further down I kissed her. She wasn't pulling them down fast enough for me, so I pulled them off the rest of the way. Then they both started touching me all over. One with her tongue in my ass and the other finger fucking and eating my pussy. I pulled Lucy over to me and buried my face in her cunt. I took her man in the boat in my teeth and licked and sucked it hungrily. Then I held her ass tight and moved her cunt all over my face. I couldn't get enough of her. She started to come all over my face and tried to pull away. I still wanted more, so I grabbed her and started to finger fuck her, while kissing her on the mouth, my face still wet from her come.
Then Barbara and I got into the sixty nine position and started to do each other. I kissed her and bit her and licked her. I stuck my tongue in her asshole all I could. It was so small and tight. But I didn't give up until I got my whole tongue in. Then I stuck my tongue up her cunt as far as I could. She came but I was still hot. Lucy came in from the other room with a dildo strapped on her. She got on top of me and began fucking me like a man. Barbara stuck her finger in my ass and the three of us worked in perfect rhythm until I came. I was a little ashamed of myself the next morning when I realized the things that I had done. Lucy took me to lunch with her and told me that they all felt the same way the first time. That I shouldn't even think about it. She told me that they swing with men too and that if I wanted to quit school, I could live with her. I wouldn't have to worry about money and I would be free to have sex with whoever I wanted to, that it worked two ways. I told her that I would let her know the following week.
I went back to school the next day and it was quite a drag for me. Routine after routine, I wrote my parents that I was quitting school for a good job in the city. If they only knew what kind of a job it was, they would have killed me.
The next few weeks were a little hectic. Saying goodbye to all my friends and telling them all different lies. I of course told Abby the truth. We had a long talk about the new life I was going into. I really couldn't imagine me a lesbian but I guess the proof is in the pudding. Abby told me that maybe it was just a stage that I was going through because of my abortion. Her going away present to me was a six month supply of birth control pills. I told her that I never wanted to get close to a man again after what had happened. She told me to take them anyway even if just to regulate my period. I agreed on that and I gave Abby all my clothes that fit her. Imagine me I kept thinking, a beautiful penthouse apartment and all the clothes I want. And of course, only going to the best places in town. I called Lucy and told her what time I would be ready for her to pick me up. She said she wouldn't be able to pick me up but would send a friend of hers named Leslie. A great friend but the biggest wolf in town. I thanked her for the warning.
Leslie was there on time. A perfect gentleman until we entered Lucy's apartment. He just about lunged at me. My clothes were off faster than I ever got them off myself. When I was down to my underwear, I told him to cut it out, what kind of girl did he think I was. Well, I asked for that one, because he told me. Even if it were true, I didn't have to like it, so I whacked him with my suitcase. I think he got the message because he left in a hurry.
I have a reputation already, I thought. Lucy called a few minutes later and I told her about my welcome to her place. She laughed her ass off. I didn't think that it was very funny and told her so. Fighting for the virginity that I didn't have any more. She told me that we were going to have dinner out and that I should pick out anything I wanted to wear and meet her downtown at eight. She fixed me up with a blind date and she would explain everything when she saw me.
I met her downtown wearing a pink satin angelic looking gown, with her mink stole. My date was six foot six, with black hair and blue eyes. One of those married Texas millionaires. If I were his wife, I would never trust him out of my sight, as beautiful as he was, maybe I wasn't turning into a lesbian after all.
The dinner was superb, everything went perfectly. We had as delicious a steak as you can get in the best restaurant in town.
Lane, my blind date was completely attentive. I found myself losing all my hate for men. The more time I was with him, the more I wanted to stay with him. We went to a club after dinner to see some entertainer I had adored for years. Even with a ringside table, I barely saw him. All I could see was Lane. After the show, Lucy and I went to the ladies room and she told me that her escort was a Mark and a very good paying one. She said he wanted a blind date for his friend Lane, who was on the verge of getting a divorce. Lane she said was depressed and she thought that I might cheer him up. She also said we were going to cut out soon and it would be up to me what I wanted to do.
After they left, as we stayed, Lane and I decided to go somewhere else. We went to a groovy piano bar. He told me about the divorce and that he thought that it was the best thing. There weren't any children involved so it was better it happened now. They were only married two years, but it was going to cost him plenty. He told me their last conversation was when she said she only married him for his money anyway.
He was one of those self-made men in construction. He said he didn't want to seem forward and rush things, but he was going to London next week, and asked me if I would like to join him. He even said that we would have separate rooms. I thought that sounded kind of crazy, but I told him that I would love to join him.
CHAPTER FIVE
I told Abby and Lucy about my good fortune. They helped me pack and wished me good luck. Lane was on time. He had a private car waiting to take us to the airport. The flight was delayed two hours, so we spent the time in the bar, talking and getting to know each other better.
The flight was ready for the passengers to board. We walked down the hallway that never seemed to end. Of course we had seats in the front of the plane, nothing but first class for me from now on. We were told about the life rafts and jackets. I asked the stewardess what happens if we have trouble over the land. She said to cross my fingers that we don't, no parachute. That really put my mind at ease.
I got all mixed up with the time change after awhile. All I knew was that we left New York at eleven in the morning and we arrived in London at eleven at night. From nine-two degrees in New York to fifty-four in London. Some summer they have there.
I only had summer clothes with me and I was freezing. Lane had made reservations in a beautiful hotel with separate rooms just as he had said he would, which really surprised me. I should complain. We had something to eat in the hotel dining room then went to our separate rooms and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I took a shower and put on the warmest clothes I had with me. Lane met me for breakfast, and he had a big box under his arm. When I opened it, it was a wool suit and a sweater for me. He knew that I didn't pack warm clothes. I gave him a kiss and he stiffened up as though I had hit him. I didn't understand his reaction, but I guess we would just have to get used to each other.
After breakfast we walked around the city awhile and he pointed out all the sights to me. When we got back to the hotel, I was loaded down with all kinds of presents to send home to my relatives.
He had some business to attend to, so I wrote my parents and told them that I had a job as a designers assistant which took me all over the world. I made it sound as convincing as I could and crossed my fingers as I mailed the letter, or should I say posted it as they do in jolly old England.
I took a walk by myself and found a street selling nothing but pornographic literature. It struck me funny because the name of the street was "Saint Anns Alley." I was in an area called "SOHO," where the hippies and beatniks hang out. Strip joints all over the place and doormen trying to convince the visiting men that they should stop in and look at the wares. I walked by "Piccadilly Circus" and it reminded me of Times Square and I felt a little lost and homesick. I found a penny arcade and killed about an hour there. Their pennies are the size of our fifty cent pieces and they have machines that I have never seen before. On the way back to the hotel I stopped in a pub to have a drink. I know that I am not bad looking but the men in England are polite to a point where they make a girl feel like a boy. Their personalities matched their lousy cold weather.
When I got back to the hotel, I noticed an adorable bellboy flirting with me. I talked to him for a while and he told me he came from India. He had a fantastic smile.
Just then I spotted Lane walking through the lobby. I told him about my walk and the cold men of England. He said that I was probably right, but that next week we would be in Italy and the men were quite different there. We sat in the bar and he told me he had an office in London he had to check on every once in a while. As a matter of fact, he said he had offices in quite a few of the big cities. He had so many different kinds of businesses I couldn't keep track of them all. This guy was really loaded.
We had dinner a little later and went to see a play. We went to the famous "Palladium." I always heard so much about the place, but I was very disappointed when I discovered that it was so small. The play was great though, I really enjoyed it.
Again we went to our separate rooms. I couldn't understand it, but I decided to play his game the way he wanted it played.
A few days later we wound up in Italy. I saw the Vatican, ate spaghetti and did all the other-things one does in Italy. Even got pinched by a few Italians, which I promptly whacked. They look at you as if your insulting them. Lane said that we had better leave Italy before I got pinched by a policeman and landed in jail. I agreed with him and off we went.
We had to go back to London for two days. I was horny by that time. Lane said he wouldn't be able to see me that evening because he had an all-night meeting. He gave me some money and told me to enjoy myself. I sure did, I looked up that adorable bellboy and asked him where he would be that night. I said that I would meet him. It was some cowboy joint in the not too nice area of town. The men weren't too proper there. Two guys cornered me at the bar until my date decided to wander in. His name I found out was Steve. He was a little shy, but not too much. I told him that I had a few dollars to spend, and where could we go. He took me to some club, where we danced and got completely drunk out of our minds. That was a good trick because the place closed at eleven. I stopped in the ladies room to freshen up a bit before we left.
The girls in England are really a gas, much friendlier than the men. In the ladies room the girls and I got on the subject of sex, and they said that the English guys were a little too proper for them too, so they go out with guys from different countries. I told them that's what I was doing. One girl said she had made a promise to herself that she was going to fuck and suck every one that she could, as long as they weren't Englishmen. And surprisingly enough the other girls agreed with her. Elise also said she had tried to make Steve for quite some time, but she couldn't get to first base with him. And she wanted to know my secret. I said I didn't know, but maybe I was more forward than she. "Could be," she said. Well, I thought maybe I have something here. I had better get outside and protect my interest.
As soon as I joined Steve I asked him if we could go to his place, which he readily agreed to. I didn't care what he was after, I knew what I wanted. We arrived at his one room flat, and I was undressed before he had a chance to lock the door. I wonder, I thought to myself, if I was a nymphomaniac. But I didn't care, all I wanted was Sex, Sex and more Sex. I'm no nympho, I get satisfied. I guess I just like the feeling.
Oh, Steve, I'm coming already. There was nothing fancy about this guy. He was even a little rough, which I never liked, but this kind of caveman sex is good every once in a while.
After he came he lit us each a cigarette and before I was through with mine, he told me to eat him, and he pulled my head down by the hair to show me where it was at. I never did have a bad sense of direction when it came to finding a prick. I gave him a suck job that he will never forget. I tried my best to make him come, but I couldn't. He told me that he only comes like a man, and with that he threw me on the bed and fucked me again. He was getting better every-time. And after seven times, I should know.
When he fell asleep, I put on my clothes, left him some money and sneaked away, like a thief in the night. When I got back to the hotel it was still dark, so I had time to get a few hours sleep before Lane called me for breakfast. I told him where I went and that I had a good time, too bad that he wasn't with me. Well, you have to lie sometime in your life I guess.
Lane came up to my room and helped me to pack. All of a sudden he grabbed me and kissed me. I thought, oh no, not now, not after last night. That was the first time he had kissed me and I had to admit, he did kiss great and his body next to mine fit perfectly. He stopped just as fast as he started. I asked him what was wrong, didn't he feel any desire for me. He told me that the only time that he would touch me sexually was if we were married and his intentions were honorable towards me. And I thought that I had heard everything.
On the way out of the hotel we passed Steve and he and I exchanged knowing smiles. The plane was on time which was a good thing. I was starved by then and the food in the airport was terrible. When we got back to New York Lane made a phone call in the lobby and we got on the next plane to Las Vegas. I asked him how come Vegas, and then he asked me to marry him.
I must have been sitting there with my mouth wide open, because he explained to me that the phone call he made confirmed the fact that his divorce was final and he was a free man once more. This was like a movie to me, all these things happening. Even a proposal from this rich adorable man. He asked me again, and I couldn't say yes fast enough.
When we got to Vegas, we checked into a hotel where he introduced me to some of his friends. We planned the wedding for the next day. It was all so new to me, I thought that any minute I would wake up. He gave me money to buy a wedding dress, and sent one of his friends with me to make sure that everything went right. His friends name was Alan. Little did I know what friends Alan and I were to become.
I discovered that Lane had a private plane, which he used that day to send for my mother and father, and anyone they wanted to bring. It seated twenty.
My relatives were as thrilled as I was. When they arrived they asked me all kinds of questions. I should have known what kind of a life was ahead for me, just by the way I had my proposal. He seemed to be a man of action. He made me feel as though I was his left hand, and he was left handed, you know people that are left handed only use their left hand when their right hand is tired. Well, that's the way Lane made me feel, but there was all that money. I guess I would just have to get used to being told what to do. Then of course he didn't know how stubborn I could be.
The wedding went off beautifully and the reception was like a Hollywood movie set. It was held in the newest hotel. We were treated like a king and queen. I never saw so many flowers in my life. My wedding gown must have had three thousand beads on it, all hand sewn. It was pure white. What a lie that was. An old virgin like me.
The reception lasted for hours and hours, he must have bought the hotel. Just when it was time for us to go, Lane received a phone call, he had to go back to New York right away. We didn't tell anyone, just got in his plane and off we went.
I was a little aggravated over the whole thing, so I tried to drown my thoughts with a few bottles of champagne. I drowned them alright, the next thing I remember was the afternoon after. I don't remember how I got where I was, but it was a hotel somewhere. I reached for a cigarette on the table next to my bed, but didn't find any, so I had to get up and search for my purse. I found it and when I opened it I found some headache tablets that Lane put there for me and four hundred dollars, and a note from Lane telling me to go shopping as we had a dinner date that evening with some friends of his. He said that he didn't want to wake me, some wedding night I had, I didn't remember a thing.
I lit my cigarette and found my way to the bathroom. How nice a bathroom with ice water, just what I needed. My throat was dry and I had a fire burning in my stomach, a few gallons should do the trick. I ran bath water and put on the TV. - nothing but soap operas, so I shut it off and decided to relax in the tub for an hour or so, that would help my hangover. I couldn't wear my wedding dress to go shopping in, so I just threw my coat on and went out.
I blew the whole four hundred on things that I didn't need. When I got back to the hotel, Lane was waiting for me, he looked a little angry, but didn't say anything to me except that I was late.
The restaurant was only two blocks away, so we walked. His friends were dreary, they talked about business constantly. Finally after wishing us well on our wedding they left. Lane and I left a few minutes later and went to a small bar. I told him how sorry I was about our wedding night, but I would make up for it tonight. He told me that I would have to get used to him running around like that. If he wanted to make money, that was the only way to do it.
Then he told me that he had some bad news to tell me. Now what, I thought to myself. He said that he had to go away for a few days and that he couldn't take me, but that his friend Alan had instructions as to where I was supposed to go and what I was supposed to do.
"What is he, my jailer, don't you think I can understand if you tell me yourself?" I blasted out at him.
Lane explained to me that Alan was with him a long time and knew where everything was as I was going to his home in San Francisco. He said that he wouldn't see me for a week or so and he wanted me to decorate the house any way I wanted to.
I said to him, "Great, but why did I have to get married, when I don't have a husband, but his friend to show me to the home where I am to spend my life with my husband."
Lane put his hand in his pocket and handed me a box.
"Maybe this, he said, "will make up for me being away."
It was a beautiful shocking pink velvet box, and inside was a fantastic diamond pendent. I never knew a diamond from a piece of glass until I saw this one. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Lane helped me to put it on and then kissed me on the neck and said "Happy wedding day, darling."
How can I get mad at a guy like this? Here I am with everything a girl could wish for.
Before Lane left the hotel, he took me in his arms and kissed me. What a kiss, that was. I just started to look forward to better things, when Lane said he had to leave, but when he joined me in Frisco we would start living, like a married couple. With that I got one more kiss on my cheek and off he went.
Early the next morning, Alan called me and told me to be ready in an hour. I packed my things and called the bellboy to tell him he could pick up my luggage. He wasn't as nice as Steve in England, but then I was a married woman. I didn't feel much like one though.
Alan met me in the lobby and we had a bite to eat in the cafe and then we took a cab to the plane. There I was, in a plane again, I was starting to feel like a bird. I heard of being in the clouds when you got married, but I'm sure they didn't mean this way.
It was raining in San Francisco when we arrived, the traffic was bad, so it took us an hour to arrive at the house. Alan wasn't the most talkative man I ever met. He went about his duties as a robot would. Just answered, yes mam, no mam, to everything that I asked him, so I decided not to make friends with him.
The house was tremendous. I knew that I had plenty of work to do on it. The first day I spent getting to know where all the rooms were. I already had a maid there, so all my things were unpacked and pressed. I made a list of the things I wanted to get tomorrow, and that took me half of the night. Then I looked at television for awhile and went to sleep in my empty bed.
I woke up and rolled over feeling the other side of the bed, thinking that maybe Lane came home during the night to surprise me. But no luck, so I stretched and slowly crawled out of bed.
I ran a bubble bath for myself and found a dull book to read while I soaked. When I finally went downstairs for breakfast, I found Alan waiting for me.
I felt as if I was in prison. But with all this money I figured that I might as well make the best of it.
Alan drove me around to all of the stores that I had to go to order the things I needed for the house. He told me I had checking accounts in all the stores, so I went a little crazy. I got myself a wardrobe out of this world.
The week went by quickly, and everywhere I went, Alan went too. Imagine my own Alcatraz in luxury. Lane was due to come home that night. I had a special dinner for him, candlelight and all, the whole bit. I wore a black negligee, that left nothing to the imagination, absolutely nothing at all. All the things, the right things showed. This was going to be our night. Mine and Lane's.
I kept thinking about that last kiss we shared. I had to finish that good start.
The bell rang finally. I had given the maid the night off and I told Alan to get lost. I ran to the door and there was Lane, looking as good as ever. I couldn't kiss him enough. He was surprised to see that we were finally alone.
After dinner we went upstairs and Lane went to take a shower. I slowly got into bed and waited in anticipation. Glorious anticipation.
Lane finally finished his shower, it was only five minutes, but to me it seemed like hours. He came out wearing only his pajama bottoms. This was the first time that I had seen him so naked. He looked sexy as all get out. Just the right amount of hair on his chest. What a lucky girl I was, to have a man that had everything I always wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to kiss me.
Finally our wedding night. He's mine all mine. My own husband. As he kissed me, he slid into bed. He was holding me in his arms, his warm strong arms. He was kissing my neck and then my ears. I felt his warm breath in my ear and his moist tongue flickering in and out. Then he put my fingertips in his mouth and started to suck on them, one at a time. I could feel my vulva palpitating, reaching out for him. He ran his tongue up my arms and kissed my armpits. Then he softly caressed the sides of my breast and kissed them so tenderly until he got to the nipples. He kept sucking on them until I couldn't stand it.
He kissed and kissed under my breasts starting to work his way down my body. I reached for his penis, but he stopped me and changed position to kiss my belly and my sides. He turned me over on my side and began to lick my back and my ass, at the same time holding on to my breasts, and squeezing them. He then began to lick my feet. Sucking on each toe as he had with my fingers. It sent chills up and down my spine. I was starting to get lost in pure sex.
He began to lick my legs, slowly separating them as he stuck his tongue in my ass. Then he lifted up my body and put his tongue in my pussy. He kept licking my cunt to my asshole, and with every lick, sticking his tongue in both holes. Then he began to chew lightly on my clitoris, putting his fingers in my holes. In and out faster and faster. I couldn't take it anymore. Every time he stopped when I was about to come.
I tried to pull him on top of me, but he stayed the way he was. He got me to the point where I had to have him in me. Finally he climbed on top of me, never taking his fingers out until the last moment. I lifted up my legs and wrapped them around his back, waiting for his prick to enter and bring me to heaven. He rubbed it on my cunt, then I pushed my body forward until he put it in me.
He started to pump, first slowly and then faster. I couldn't feel him in me. I reached under him and grabbed his balls, so full and firm.
Then I grabbed his prick, I was shocked. It was only about one inch long and thin. Oh no, I thought everything perfect, but this, one of the most important things in marriage. I didn't say anything, just let him keep pumping away, until he came. He held me in his arms and kissed me and then fell asleep a few minutes later.
I unwound his arms from me and got out of bed. I went downstairs and made myself a good stiff drink. That wasn't the kind of stiff I wanted, but it looked as if that was the only stiff I was going to get.
The next few weeks it went on that way, no satisfaction at all. I finally talked to Lane about it and we decided to do something about it.
A few nights later Lane brought home a projector and some films. They were pornographic, and very good ones too. They got us both extremely excited and we found that I could come if I watched the films while he was eating and finger fucking me. It went on like this for quite some time. There was something missing though.
I called Lucy up every once in awhile and told her what was happening. I invited her up for a weekend as Lane was going to be out of town for a few days. She told me that she couldn't wait to get there and that she would take care of all my problems.
When Lucy finally arrived, she still looked the same. I didn't know if I could go through that scene anymore. But I decided I had nothing to lose. After I showed her all of my new clothes, it was quite late and we decided to retire. She asked me to take off my clothes as she had something to show me. She showed me a new dildo. First she ate me and then when I got slimy and wet she slowly worked the small end of one of the dildos into my ass. She was playing with my pussy at the same time. Then she stuck part of the dildo in her pussy. We looked like two men with gigantic hardons. Then she told me to make sure that the door was locked, which I did.
When I got back to the bed she had put some cr�me on her asshole and told me to put the dildo into it, which I did. Then she said to start fucking her. As I did, the end of my dildo was moving in my asshole. As I started to enjoy the feeling, she tried to stick her dildo which was in her pussy in my cunt. It was too big, so she spit on it and rubbed my pussy and then she put cr�me on the gigantic dildo that she was trying to stick into my pussy. She tried again and this time she got the head of it in. As she tried to push it in, she let out a sigh and I knew that she was coming.
It got me so excited that I gave a push that put the whole dildo in my cunt. Lucy told me to wait a minute she couldn't take it much more, but I couldn't stop fucking that big thing, it had been such a long time. Every time I pushed, Lucy tried to pull away, which got me more excited and made me push harder and harder, faster and faster. Lucy finally got with it again and started to fuck me too.
What a sensation it was. I don't know who invented this thing but I was sure looking forward to his next one. We went on like this for hours until we were both weak and satisfied. We both came more than five times, so when I couldn't hardly move I knew why.
CHAPTER SIX
After Lucy left I just knew that I couldn't go back to Lane. I wrote him a letter and explained that I had to go away for awhile to think things over. I only took what I had on my back and about one hundred dollars.
I went to Los Angeles to look for a job. I was a good dancer, so I thought that would be the job for me. The first club I went to was paying 50 dollars a night for topless dancers. I took it. I felt funny walking around naked in front of strangers, but I figured that I would get used to it, at least I hoped I would.
After I worked there for a few days I was propositioned by some old guy on the way home for two hundred dollars if I went a little funny with him. I said to myself, why not?
First he wanted me to piss in his mouth, then he wanted to eat me. He wasn't very good at it, but he did pay me. He told me that he had a son about eight years old that was already having erections, and he asked me if I would let him fuck me in the ass for another hundred dollars.
His son was a doll and he did have a small one. With a little oil, I hardly felt anything. I decided to keep them as steady customers, money always comes in handy. One day he told me that he had invented a new machine for sex, and would I try it out for him, for a fee of course. He attached wires to my head and wrists and put some cups over my boobs. The cups on my boobs started to move around and rub my nipples and make them wet. He wrote something down, then he took the cups off. Then he told me to put my legs up and he inserted something in my ass. It wasn't very big, and when it started to move, it felt great. It felt like a finger with feathers on it.
The next step after that, he put something on my man in the boat. It sucked away like crazy. The last step was a small dildo, but as it worked away it got bigger and bigger. Just as I was about to come he said that he was finished.
"You old bastard, how about me?" I said.
He asked me if I thought I could take them all at once.
I was so excited that I probably would have done anything by that time.
I told him that I would give it a try. He sure had some brain, inventing a machine like this. Boy, it was almost worth dying for. I was fucked, sucked, pushed and pulled - everything that could be done. He left the machine on as long as I wanted it, which wasn't very long. How long can anyone stand ecstasy.
One day at a pot party, after work, I met a guy that made movies, the kind that you look at at home with a lover. He asked me if I would like to work for him. I decided to try it for awhile.
The first movie was about an old maid (horny of course) masturbating. As she was, the bell rang and it was the plumber. She was so horny that as she watched him work she sat on his shoulders. He of course turned around and started to eat her box properly. After he left, she was still horny so she called and ordered some groceries. The delivery boy was a pimple faced kid, with nothing going for him. She held up a five dollar tip and began to play with his joint until it got hard, which didn't take too long. Within a few minutes they were screwing on the floor.
We made many more films. One where they made me lie down dog fashion and they tried to make a great Dane screw me. At first they couldn't get him interested, but after an hour or so he got the idea. He scratched the shit out of my sides as he was pumping, but it sure was different. The end of a dogs prick is small and pointy, but after it is in and he gets excited, a big ball forms on his prick. That was a pleasant surprise to me. The only other animal thing that we did, was a pony. They rigged me up under the pony - what a joint that one had. Before we could get it in, the boss had to ball me first to give me the desire. The pony and I were loaded with grease. The pony was rigged in such a way that I had complete control over how much prick went in me. My boss was such a great ball, that I was ready for almost anything. I was raised on a platform so that I was the right height. First they had me play with the pony's prick a bit to get him hard. At the same time the camera caught the pony's owner fucking me. It was supposed to show that the man wasn't big enough and I needed more. After the owner came I had to eat him as I tried to work the pony in me. I had the back of my head off the platform as I was eating the guy, so I couldn't see the pony, which meant that I had to do it by touch. I got the tip of the pony's prick in me. It started to feel good, and I started to move more. I guess it felt good to the pony too, because he broke out of his halter and fucked me proper. Once he got started he couldn't stop and then he rammed his whole prick in me and I thought he was going to come out the other side. No one could stop him until he finished and I was finished too as he ripped my insides out.
For the next couple of months the only way I could make money was giving blow jobs. The camera had to get close ups and different angles, so it took a lot of extra work. There was always the gang bang films where not much of anything went on except messing around and playing with each other.
I decided to give that up for awhile and go in for pinups. Funny all the tricks they use. All the girls you see with those beautiful breasts standing straight out, well don't believe everything you see. First they rouge in between the breasts to make them look bigger than they are, then most of them have to be taped up, where you can't see it. After all that, the photographs are touched up by an expert. It's very hard to do that on color shots, but it can be done. Almost all the girls you see are wearing sheer stockings. After all almost everyone has something wrong with them, no matter how perfect they seem to be. When the pictures are shown in one of the so-called good magazines other tricks are used. They play with the girls nipples to make them hard so that they stand out. If that isn't effective enough they wet the material around it. As far as the pussy goes (and it goes pretty far, sometimes) they photograph it at an angle which will make it the puffiest. Oh, and most of those low cut bras that show such a lot, they show all the girls have but what you don't see is the padding. They could even get a man a few pounds overweight to look busty, the way they do it.
After that job was over I got a job as an underwear model in a showroom. Very plush surroundings. I was also the receptionist on occasion.
All those dirty old men leering at you and throwing you their keys. Their wives never understood them, so they said. I did, only too well.
Once in a while I would go out with them on their expense account, but most of them wouldn't go for spit, when it came to paying for services. Men will never learn, that some girls would appreciate it more if a guy gave her a few dollars to keep her in lunches than have those extra drinks on him the night before. Too bad they think they are so smart, I wonder how many men know that they cut themselves out of a bed job because they didn't use their heads. The worst kind of men, to me, were the kind that got a thrill out of a free feel.
One time I was modeling a bra and panties. One of the buyers came over and wanted to see how the lining fit. He put his hand inside the bra and started to rub the nipple. I suppose that was supposed to get me excited, but I ignored it. For the rest of the showing that buyer sat there with a hardon.
There was a buyer though that was very handsome, even though he knew it, he still had a nice personality. Every time he came in town I was always sitting behind a desk. One time he came in and they were short a model, so I had to model a little chemise number. It was loose fitting but very sexy. He was the only buyer in the office then and the boss had to go in the office to answer the phone. I had to walk close to him to let him get a good look at the cut and the fabric, the back and then the front view. When my back was towards him, he caressed my ass, then he told me that he wanted to see the front view. As I turned around to face him he felt the bottom of the chemise. As he was talking to me about the material, he put his hand under it and started to play with my pussy. I didn't want to be too obvious, so I just stood there, and he put his finger in my box. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. He started to slide his finger in and out. Then he heard the boss coming back and he stopped. He was an important buyer and he always bought a big order. This time he doubled the usual order. I was sure he was going to ask me out, but all I got was a pleasant good evening. I was horny for the rest of the day thinking about him.
It was finally time to go home. I had to fight my way out of the crowded elevator, and much to my surprise and delight I ran into him. He told me that his name was Ralph, and that he would like me to have a drink with him. I couldn't say yes fast enough. We went to a little Italian cafe and had a meal with a bottle of wine. He dropped his napkin on the floor and as he bent under the table to pick it up he lifted my skirt and kissed my thigh. It took me by surprise but not anymore than his next move. He played with my pussy under the table, no one could see, thank goodness for long table clothes. But, it was hard for me not to show any expression on my face. My panties were very tight but little by little he managed to get his hand under them and began to finger fuck me, right in the cafe with people eating their dinner.
I moved forward a bit and he took the hint to stick two fingers in me. I would have, by this time let him put his whole arm in me if he wanted to. I felt as though I was going to come. I thought to myself that it was crazy, but he kept it up until I did. We finished our wine without saying a word.
He took me home, said goodnight and left without even a kiss. He was strange, but I was dying to see him again.
Ralph came into town every week and he told me that he was married and tired of sex the conventional way. We went to the same cafe every time, but I never wore panties. One night he walked me home, but before we got there he took off his jacket and put it on the ground in an alley. He told me to kneel down. Then he took out his pecker and stuck it down the front of my dress. He kept moving it up and down until he came. On the way home he gave me money for a new dress.
Another time we went to a place in the hippie part of town, where everyone was sitting on everyone's lap. It was crowded. I had a wide short skirt on. He put me on his lap and proceeded to fuck me never missing the beat to the music. I looked forward to seeing him even more now just to see what he would do the next time.
One time, the people in an office he rented for a week were very surprised to see me walk out, they had all been in the office for the past hour but didn't see me. I don't suppose they thought of me being under the desk blowing him which is where I was and what I was doing. I never looked forward to sex so much as I did with him.
One day he even ate me in the back of an empty bus in broad daylight. How much wilder could this guy get. I think the best one I had was when we were watching a parade. I wore a coat that had a vent in the back and he was fucking me up the ass. We had many pleasant times together before he was transferred.
My boss gave me a raise and made me his top model. I was the only girl he had that let the buyers have a free feel and go out with them when they needed a dinner date companion.
One day my boss invited me to go to his house to have dinner with him and his wife. Dinner was late and they asked me to stay over. They lived in Long Beach and the house was roomy. I was dozing off when my boss came into my room quietly. Thinking I was asleep, he started to touch me under the covers, then he started to kiss my breast and I got horny. He wasn't a good looking man and he never appealed to me before, but I remembered the times that I saw the big lump in his pants. I pushed his head down harder on my breast and grabbed his prick. He got the idea right away.
He took his robe off and climbed on top of me and started to fuck me. He did have a nice one. Not too long but very fat. We were fucking away and then the lights went on. It was his lovely wife. I didn't know what to do.
She said to me "relax honey, I'm not as straight laced as you think. I wanted to be careful," she said, "as I thought you were."
She told me to look up as she lowered the lights. There was a big mirror on the ceiling. She told me to eat her husband, if I was so inclined. She practically pulled him out of me before he came. He shoved it in my mouth so that I could catch all the sweet sperm, I sucked it out as I wanted every drop and Arlene started to eat my box.
Her husband was soft by then so I pushed him out of the way and adjusted myself so that she and I were doing sixty-nine. She tasted delicious.
When Mark had a hard on again she told him to fuck me while she sat on my face and came all over. Just when Mark was starting to rock and roll again with me on top of him, Arlene went down on my ass. She pulled apart my cheeks and alternately stuck in her tongue and fingers. Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed then and I was sitting on his lap facing him. Arlene kept tonguing my asshole and finger fucking it until she got three fingers in. Then when she got excited again, she and I laid down on the bed, with her head on my ass and her legs hanging off.
Mark started to eat my asshole then and he also got three fingers in. I kept saying "Fuck me Mark, fuck me, please." The head of his cock went in easy, but he couldn't get the rest of his rod in.
Arlene while still eating me, grabbed him by the ass and gave a push and it went all the way in. It hurt but it hurt so good and I started to groove with them.
Arlene was playing with his balls with one hand, finger fucking me with the other one, while she was eating me. What an explosion it was when I came. I was really beat.
The next morning everything was back to normal. We had breakfast and Mark drove me back to town.
The next day was Sunday, so I treated myself to a slow lunch in the park, even went horseback riding. It started to get cold so I picked up some groceries and wound my way home.
Monday morning I tried to avoid Mark's eyes, but he acted as though nothing happened. He made my job very pleasant after that, and I even got another raise and the weekend was never mentioned, until a month later.
Arlene came in to meet her husband for lunch. He was too busy so she asked me to join her. I wasn't sure what was in store for me, but I went anyway. We had lunch in a very elegant place, then she asked me to have lunch with her again someday. I agreed. We took a walk in the park, and at this time of year it is usually deserted as the cold keeps people indoors. We sat on a bench for a while and talked. Then she put her arm around me and kissed me.
There she was this respectable broad, huh, with her hand under my sweater in the park, in broad daylight. As soon as my nipple was exposed to the cold air it got hard. She rolled it between her finger while she let her tongue search my mouth frantically for mine. When I let my tongue slide on hers, she got excited and started to kiss my breast. She bit my nipple kind of hard which sent a jolt down to my pussy. Her head followed down, but she couldn't get to my box as I had panty hose on. She then got off the bench, pulled my legs up in the air and slid my hose down my ass. She began to give me head in that position with one hand she held my legs up and with the other she was finger fucking herself. She kept lashing her tongue in and out until I couldn't take it anymore, and I came. She got so excited watching me twitch when I was coming that she came too. We quickly got our clothes adjusted and became ladies once more.
When I got back to the office an hour later Mark never said a word to me, but when it was time to go home, he asked me to stay a few minutes after everyone left. He gave me some papers to go over, and as he was telling me what to do he was standing behind me and I could feel his big fat cock through his pants. Oh how I wanted his cock in me again, I got up and pulled down my panty hose and leaned over the desk. He took his tool out of his pants and rubbed it on the rim of my pussy. I kept moving from side to side so that I'd just catch the head of it a bit. God, I was getting horny again.
All of a sudden he shoved it in with one push and he was finished. What was I supposed to do now. As horny as I was.
I went to the ladies room and washed up a little. I said goodnight to Mark and pressed the button for the elevator. When it finally got there I discovered that there was a new operator on whom I had never seen before. I was so busy watching him that I didn't notice the elevator wasn't even with the floor.
As I stepped in, I fell on top of him, knocking us both down. Our faces were so close that I just kissed him. He seemed very surprised, but he regained his composure in a moment. Then like a horny gentleman, he said, "upstairs miss," when he knew damn well that that was the wrong direction.
Of course I said yes, and up we went. Almost before the car stopped he had his joint out and was trying to shove it in my mouth. I saw that he wasn't circumcised and I couldn't make that scene with him, so I put my hand around it and started to jerk him off. He took the hint and started to take my clothes off. I helped him and in a matter of a split second we were doing it dog fashion. And that's just the way he did it, like a dog. That steady hard push. The same beat over and over.
He was hard to feel not being circumcised, as a man not circumcised hardly gives a woman any friction at all. It's as though a man is fucking inside himself, no matter how big he is. It's very hard to feel the shape of the head, because every time a man pulls out a little, his own skin covers it.
He knew that I wasn't getting much out of it so he wet his finger and stuck it up my ass, which helps quite a bit in cases like this, as it makes my hole feel a little smaller. After he did that for a while we both came in no time at all. We both got dressed and then he did take me down to the lobby. I knew that now I had a steady piece whenever I was in the mood. Believe it or not I was still horny as hell when I got home. I must be like a bitch, in heat all the time.
It got to be an almost every day thing with me and the elevator operator, and of course Mark in between every so often.
One day Mark and I were making it and the delivery boy walked in. If Mark fired him it would have gotten all over the garment center, so we decided to make a deal with him. He was a homely looking kid, but the deal was that I ball him once a month. First he watched Mark and I making it and then before Mark came he wanted his, but that was alright with me, as this way I got Mark's fat cock in me twice. After a while though, I got tired of the whole crowd, so I quit my job and looked for greener pastures.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Funny how the years just seem to zip by. When you're young you can't wait to get older, then before you know it, there you are wondering where all the time went.
One day I made up my mind to see Lane again. I called but he was out so I left a number where he could reach me. Within a half hour he called. He asked to see me right away, but I told him I couldn't, but that tomorrow would be fine. We made plans where to meet.
I got there on time for a change, I am one of those people who are always late for everything. I guess I thought this meeting was important.
He looked as beautiful as always. It's funny how important sex is in a marriage. He kissed me on the cheek before he sat down. He had already ordered dinner for us. All in good taste like it always was with him. After we discussed the world problems, we got around to us, I told him I wanted a divorce. He didn't seem shocked by the request. He told me that after he had read my goodbye letter, he kind of expected it. I told him that I didn't want any money from him just the divorce papers. He said he still loved me and would I consider giving it another chance. I told him it wouldn't work.
First of all, Alan following me around like a jailer made me a nervous wreck and the sex problems we had couldn't be changed for the better. Lane said he would have Alan stop following me around like a shadow.
He said he had heard of an operation where they cut off the penis and graft on someone else's, the only problem with that was that it had to be hard all the time or soft. I must have started to laugh, because he grabbed my arm and told me that he was serious. I told him that I thought he was kidding because I had never heard of it. He told me that the operation had only been done on five men so far and that they were all older men who weren't able to get it up anymore.
I told him I couldn't subject him to something as new and as unsure as that, and that I needed an over abundance of sex, and someday I was sure he would find someone to suit his needs as I would fine someone too.
He asked me to spend one week with him and that I would have the divorce papers at the end of that week.
It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. I didn't even go home to pick up my clothes. We left the restaurant together and went to our lovely home.
It was kind of nice to be there again. He had it decorated the way I had planned. After the maid fixed us some sandwiches and of all things hot chocolate, he gave her the night off.
I went upstairs to change my clothes, and everything I had bought was still there hanging in the closet. I thought I might as well do something for him so I put on the sexiest thing I had. It was a pale blue lace gown. It was like wearing tissue paper. Open down the front so that when I sat down my whole box was exposed. On the way down stairs I rubbed my nipples a bit so that they would be hard and stand out.
When Lane saw me in that gown he gasped. I knew that I hadn't lost my touch yet, not with him at least. By then, the short time it had taken me to change Lane had also gotten into a robe. I sat down making sure that my robe fell the right way exposing my throbbing pussy. Lane didn't wait very long before he leaped at me forcing my mouth open with his tongue. Too bad his prick didn't match the size of his tongue, most men's do. If they have a wide fat tongue they usually have a wide fat penis. It's always in the same proportions, at least nine times out of ten it is. I had to marry the exception, well that's how my luck runs.
Lane was running his thumb on my nipples which made them stand out even more. I began by moving my ass around, and he didn't need another hint. He began to finger fuck me with two fingers right away as he was still tonguing my mouth, keeping the same rhythm in and out with his fingers and tongue. Damn it, he had the magic touch. Then he buried his face in my pussy and ate me like there was no tomorrow. He went at it until he made me come and come and come. I knew he had too, because he was jerking off at the same time.
The next morning when I woke up he wasn't there, but left me a note saying that he would be home at seven that evening.
I roamed around the house that day just taking it easy. When he came home he handed me a bunch of lilacs. I put them in the living room where the pungent smell could drift through the house. He carried me upstairs and to the bed, and threw me on it. Then without taking off his tie, jacket, or his two hundred dollar suit, he opened his fly and stuck his prick in my mouth. It may not have been very big but it was always hard as a rock. I thought that being that he was so horny I would tease him for awhile. I held his cock in my hand so that he couldn't get it in my mouth. I licked the head of it with short flickering strokes, then as the strokes got longer I put a little more of it in my mouth. I ran my tongue down the vein that was swollen by then. Then I felt his hand moving for my cunt. I moved away so that he couldn't reach it. But he pulled me back and took off my panties. Then he turned around and started to eat me, which put his ass a little above my face. I never did like sixty-nine but it didn't feel bad this time. I put his balls in my mouth and started to suck on them. That got him more excited than ever and he started to come, but he never stopped eating me. He had it in his mind to make me come every time we had sex, and he was doing fine so far, as I could feel myself starting to come.
At the end of the week he gave me the divorce papers, and asked me to stay a little longer. Things were starting to get groovy with us so I decided to stay around to see how long it would last.
He was so happy when I told him I would stay, he took me out on the town to celebrate. I think we must have hit all the spots around for a fifty mile radius. I wore one of my new mini dresses that drew every eye in the place. Lane was very proud. It was a gay wonderful evening.
On the way home, I fell asleep in the car and didn't wake up until the next morning with Lane holding me in his arms and kissing me. We had breakfast in bed and just watched television and cuddled together.
He asked me what I had done all the time I was away from him. I of course only told him what he wanted to hear. I didn't dare mention about the films I had made. He enjoyed watching them, but had no respect for the people in them. He said there was always other ways to make money. They were just low people and they disgusted him. You can see why I didn't dare mention it.
The next few weeks went by very nicely but the time came when I told him I was getting bored and I needed a hobby of some kind. We talked about it for awhile and I made up my mind that it would be sky diving.
It was kind of scary even just jumping out of the plane the first time, but by the time I had my eighth lesson I had much more confidence. Lane came to see me jump a few times, but said it made him too nervous.
I noticed that the instructor was interested in me, so I took some extra lessons. The parachute straps on between the legs not covering the crotch. Then the other straps I altered in such a way that my tits would stand out. Every time I jumped I wore less clothes. Almost everyone wore jumpsuits, but I started to wear sweaters and skirts. I told the instructor, Tom, I didn't like wearing so many clothes and the weather didn't bother me.
Every time I jumped from then on he gave me a little push on my ass until it got to the point where it was a grab and not a pat. He'd find every excuse he could think of to rub up against me. I don't know if he was aware of it or not, but I looked forward to being with him.
This flirtation went on for weeks. Sometimes I would give a little wiggle when he happened to touch me and gave him many hardons.
One day I asked him to fix a strap for me, in the back. I stood facing him so he had to put his arms around me. He had to squat a bit to reach the strap and I pushed my pelvis forward, he stood up and started to rub his joint on my crotch. I told him he had also better check the straps between my legs. I spread my legs apart and as he checked the straps his fingers roamed to my crotch and then he had his hands on my box. I had heavy cotton panties on and he couldn't get his hand inside them, so he kept rubbing on the outside. Right then I decided to jump and I left his hand holding empty air. He followed me down and as he helped me out of the chute he asked me to have coffee with him.
On the way to the coffee shop we had to go through a deserted hanger. He was walking behind me and he grabbed me by the hips and began to rub his dick on my ass. I bent over and took off my panties. Then I grabbed his prick and put it between my legs and stuck it in my cunt. Before we knew it we were on our hands and knees fucking dog fashion.
Then one of the other instructors came in and caught us. He said he would tell my husband, unless. Unless, most of my life is unless. He wasn't bad to look at and why not. He told Tom to take off but I said no, that I wanted him to stay. Tom put it in me again and I started to suck off the other one. He was not circumcised and it smelled terrible, so I suggested that he stick it up my ass. He didn't hesitate, explaining that he never did it that way before. All three of us seemed to come at the same time and I don't know which one had a better time. The one who had it up my ass had such a small one, that I only got pleasure and no hurt.
Every time Tom and I got a chance we would make a grab for each other. We didn't have sex again after that until one day I asked him how about fucking while we were free falling. He thought it was a good idea. That day I wore my loose panties so he would be able to get in by the side with no trouble.
Before we jumped I jerked him off and ate him a bit and he finger fucked me so we would be ready. He jumped right after me and he had his pecker out of his pants, hard, stiff and ready. He floated down to me and grabbed my ass under the panties. He moved close to me until his cock found its way into my hot wet pussy. It was a sensational feeling. Fucking in free fall. We were falling too fast so just as soon as he was ready to come I pulled my rip cord. When the wind caught in my chute, it pulled him off me. I could see his sperm shooting into the air and he was saying, "beautiful, beautiful," then as he pulled his rip cord the wind didn't catch it right and his chute didn't open. I heard a lot of guys say that they wanted to die getting laid, but this was the first one that I knew of that got his wish.
When Lane heard about my instructor dying he made me give up jumping. I read all the articles on it but it was never mentioned that his fly was open.
A few nights later, Lane came home with a surprise for me. After eating me for awhile until I got horny, he put a suitcase on the bed. When he opened it, it held all different kinds of dildos that would fit over his small pecker. First he put on a medium one that had all things sticking out of it, and worked him up in size until he put on the king size one.
Oh, it felt great. He had to work hard to get it into me. But it was worth the try, because it felt so good that I thought I had a real prick in me. He fucked me like mad and after I came two times he still wanted more, so he put one of the dildos in my ass as he put his prick in my cunt. He didn't move in me, but was shoving the dildo in me at such a speed that I had to come again and so did he.
It was always such a pleasure to wake up next to Lane. He was always holding me close and comfortable. He felt hard and big and solid. It was the securest way to wake up. I guess that this was a woman's security. A man that really cares for her, next to her each morning.
Whenever Lane had to travel where he would be gone overnight he took me with him. I looked at his face and he looked like a little boy growing his first beard. He had a bit of blonde stubble on his face and his hair was mussed. He was in a deep untroubled sleep. I reached for his prick and gave it a little love squeeze but he didn't move, that's what I call sleeping. It was so small and soft, like noodles that were cooked too long.
I was getting used to it and decided to stay with him and try to act like a wife. He was prudish about a lot of things that's why I didn't tell him about the things that I did when I was away from him. If he ever found out about these things I know that his love for me would vanish.
I felt his prick starting to get hard, so I slid down to where I could put it in my mouth. When I got it there he stirred in his sleep. Then I started to suck on it and he woke up and held my head down. By this time his prick was like a rock and I kept sucking until he was almost ready to come, then I laughed and jumped up and said that I was going to take a shower. He jumped out of bed.
"You're not going to get away with that, and I will see to it."
He picked me up in his strong arms and threw me on the bed. I jumped off again only to be caught again and thrown back on the bed again.
I was a big girl, but he could throw me around like a featherweight. He started to nibble on me all over. He continued until he had me sensitive to his touch. Then he took his joint and rubbed it on my clitoris, until I told him to put it in. He was still in a playful mood and told me that he was going to get even with me for teasing him before. So he just kept rubbing me until I jumped every time he touched me.
His only problem was that he was very excited also. He put the end of it in me and I grabbed his ass and we began to fuck as if our lives depended on it. After a few pushes we both came.
Lane had a few days off so he took me to the country club as he had decided he was going to teach me tennis. I won the first game, but that was what they call beginners luck. That was the last game I won all day. I didn't mind losing though as it was nice watching Lane's beautiful body running around the court in his tight tee shirt and shorts. I didn't really like the game but I loved showing Lane off to the other females.
That's a wonderful feeling for a woman to be able to show her husband off. And let me tell you, that if rape with the eyes were possible, he had enough sex from these women to last him a lifetime.
I also had my share from the men, but the shape they were in was disgusting. They all had money, but with their balding heads and fat bellies shining in the sun. Funny it usually seems that the more money a man has, the less he takes care of himself. The cars and the clothes are always the best and though that attracts the females, the whole thing gets ruined when they take off their clothes. That's when it gets to the real nitty gritty and after awhile the girls do their nitty gritty with someone else.
People think it's disgusting when they see an older woman with a younger man, but they don't use their heads. After all the men at home have nothing to offer their women in the sex department, so the boys get paid very good just for socking it to her. Then when she gets home she treats her husband much better and everyone is happy in the long run.
I'm glad Lane was the type that always kept himself in shape. Of course he was still young but he prided himself on his good body. And boy, his was perfect.
Every day I spent with Lane, the less I wanted to leave him. He was just as beautiful inside, and a person as rare as that is hard to leave. He sent my family money every week since I had met him and said no matter what happens between us he always will. He also told me that if I left him again he would never take me back and I would get nothing from him. I tore him apart the last time I left and he couldn't let that happen again.
After a hard day playing tennis we gave a little party for about sixteen people. Norman, one of the guests was adorable and he gave me a hardon every time I looked at him, but I told myself I had a good thing with Lane, and remembering that, I decided to keep hands off. It was rough though as Norman kept following me around, but I avoided him as much as I could.
He must have seen the desire in my eyes. We had a few dances and the last one he danced me into a dark corner and caressed my breasts. It sent a chill down my spine. He was holding me close and nibbling on my ear. I told him to stop, but he said that the way I was looking at him all night, I didn't really want him to stop. I tried to convince him I was serious, but it didn't work. I guess I was holding him just as tightly as he was holding me.
Almost everyone was drunk by then and Lane was in the library talking to his friends. Norman slowly made our way out of the house without anyone noticing us. He pushed me against the side of the house and kissed me, he kissed terrible, it was much too hard and his mouth was open too much.
But the state I was in then I didn't care much, so I pushed his mouth off mine and let him kiss me on the neck. He did that pretty good. I had on a long hostess gown with a wide skirt which made it very convenient at a time like this. He lifted up the skirt and got his hand under and grabbed my cunt.
He went down instantly like a homing bird. He held my crotch apart with his two hands and stuck his tongue in my hole. That's when his big tongue came in handy. Eating was the last thing I wanted, what I wanted was his cock, but he now had that in his hand and was jerking off. I wanted cock in me and all I was getting was a tongue fucking which I could get from Lane anytime I wanted it. Norman was finished much too soon, much too soon for me anyway. Then we heard some people leaving so we quietly made our way back to the house.
Lane came out of the library as soon as we entered, so I figured I was safe. After another drink the other people left.
Lane and I went upstairs and as he was in as horny a mood as I, I hurried to have my bath.
Lane came in and asked me if I wanted company and I said there wasn't enough room. He said the least he could do was wash my back for me. I handed him the soap, smiled and leaned forward.
What a nice touch he had. I think I was falling in love with him. He didn't stay on my back long. He ran his hands down along my breasts until my nipples were hard and standing straight out like his prick was peeking out of his robe. Even though it was small it still excited me to see it hard. I pulled his robe open and started to play with it. He took his robe off and got in a more comfortable position. I told him I wanted to take a douche before we did anything. He got up and got it for me and filled it up, it was the kind that fills up by pressure and if you turn it upside down it won't run out unless the tube is in. He threw it in the tub and told me to go ahead. As soon as he saw me put it in my pussy he stuck his head under the water and started to eat me. He came up for air and then went under again, but the douche bag exploded, shooting water all over. We laughed ourselves silly over it.
Lane was soaking wet by then so he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and started to eat me again. I was beginning to think that men only use their prick to pee out of. At least as far as I was concerned. Twice in one night and all I got was eaten.
He soon changed my mind when he started to fuck me. He said that he was feeling lazy that day and void me to sit on it. It felt bigger that way, so up I climbed. He told me to have my back facing him because he liked to see my ass move up and down. Of course I had to show off a little, so I made my ass move much more than usual. I got my ass up as high as I could so his prick wouldn't fall out and then I kind of wiggled down on it. I did it that way for about eight times and then as I was coming down the ninth time Lane was trying to put his finger up my ass. Once I felt a few jabs of his fingers I could not feel his prick anymore. Lane must have realized that because before I knew it he stuck a finger up my pussy too, boy that felt great. It must have been great for Lane too, because he came. He knew that I wasn't finished yet so he kept finger fucking me.
He turned me over on my side so that I was more comfortable and this way he could play with my nipples while kissing my neck and ears. Soon he made me come too, but that wasn't enough for him, as he was hot again by that time. He stuck his pecker in my ass and kept finger fucking me. We were both so tired that we fell asleep in that position. We were both sticky when we woke up, but it was worth it for both of us. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and almost broke my neck when I slipped on the water from the douche bag. My crotch was sore and worn out from the night before as it was a very active night. I locked the door in case Lane woke up feeling sexy, because all I wanted now was a good hot shower.
Lane didn't knock on the door but I heard him move about so I supposed he felt the same way I did. I didn't see him until breakfast. He came to the table looking very content. I got my usual long sexy kiss. We had pancakes and eggs. Lane had a double order of everything, no wonder he had so much energy. We spent most of the day visiting friends.
They had a beautiful house and Lane told me that next year we could have their house as they were going to live in Europe. I told him that I would rather stay in our house as it had beautiful memories. I got an extra kiss for that remark.
The day had gone by fast and we decided to retire early. After I had gotten ready for bed I saw that Lane had set up the projector and that we were going to see some pornographic films. We cuddled in bed and he turned the camera on. The first film wasn't too good. It was about the usual thief coming into the house with a mask on and finding a woman masturbating with a pickle or something. Of course that excited the thief and he made love to her. There was the usual close ups of balls swinging and tits dropping. Then she would eat him. The first two films were like that. Then we started to look at the third one. Lane sat there in complete shock. Of course it had to be me. Not just the regular run of the mill, where I'm screwing the guy or blowing him, no it had to be the one with the animals. He didn't say a word but just put on the last film and it was also of me, in a gang bang.
When the films were over, he didn't say a word. He turned towards me, looked at me, and then hit me a shot in the face, with such power that it knocked me out of bed. I knew then that it was all over for us. Just when everything was starting to be beautiful with us, I had ruined it all. I got off the floor and put my clothes on. I started to pack a suitcase, and Lane said "no" he went to the dresser and took a one hundred dollar bill and threw it at me. He turned his back on me.
I picked the money off the floor and walked out of the room. Tears running down my face as I walked out the front door. I knew what Lane was going through. I took one last look at the house and whispered "GOODBYE LANE," and walked away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I just walked and walked, not knowing what to do or where to go.
I finally decided to get a room in a hotel to spend the night. That was a waste of time, I walked the floor all night.
The next morning I had a good stiff drink for myself. I never believed that drinking would help a problem, but I didn't know what else to do at the time. Well, here I was, a smart girl like me fucking up her life.
I didn't think that losing Lane would affect me as much as it did - if only I could go back in time and start all over with him - but that was impossible so why think about it.
I just had to make a new life for myself. I wondered what I was going to do next. I had done so much in my short life that I should write a book. No one would believe it though. I wondered what job I would be suited for. I knew of one, but I decided to stay away from sex for awhile. All sex ever did for me was get me in trouble. I figured that I would get a telephone operators job.
Now there was a job where I wouldn't even see a guy to get tempted by.
I went down to the telephone employment office right then and there and applied for a job.
I took another hotel room for the night and the next day I found out that the job was mine. I went through a period of training and split shifts. It wasn't too bad of a job. I never did like females too much and here I was surrounded by them constantly.
I got close to a few girls that I had lunch with. One girls name was Tina. At first I thought she was gay, but I changed my mind when I met her boyfriend. He brought one of his friends one night after work, so we could double date. We went dancing at a club that was crowded and smoky. I had a dance with Tina's boyfriend and felt what she saw in him. What a lump he had. I knew right then that no matter how much he said that he loved her, that he could be had. I decided to be good and leave him alone. Boy, I must really be changing, I never would have let a piece like that go, a few months ago. I made sure that I didn't see him anymore, and I stopped going with Tina.
After that I didn't hang around with anyone in particular. I went to the movies and dancing by myself. I met a few guys at the dances, but they didn't move me. I think I was turning into an old maid. Ha, Ha, me of all people.
One night I was walking through the hippie part of town and I saw a dirty looking motorcycle bum, but there was something about him that attracted him to me. I tried to get his attention, but nothing I did worked. I went back to the same street again the next night, but didn't see him.
On that street there was a bar where he had first had his bike, so I figured that it was the place where he hung out, so I made it my hangout also. I got to know most of the kids that hung out there. They weren't too bad, but they didn't have the best habits. They were all heads, you know, pot smokers, etc. I smoked a few sticks with them now and then. I got high but I got the same effect from drinking and that at least was legal. A lot of the kids went on a trip almost every week. The LSD kind. What dopes they were. Life wasn't hard enough. They had to kill themselves slowly. You'd think that if they didn't like something about themselves they would try to change it rather than try to get it from drugs. After all, when you came out of it, the same thing was wrong with you anyway.
A lot of the kids used the excuse that the bomb might drop any day and so instead of taking the chance and waiting until it did, they started to kill themselves. I did want to try a trip, but after I had read about what could happen from the after effects, I chickened out.
One kid that hung out in the bar went on trips and he said they were great, but one day while on the trip he jumped out of a window claiming he could fly, and there he was splattered all over the sidewalk.
Another one that I know of, a girl, graduated from STP and a few months later, she wound up in the bobby hatch, completely insane, there she would stay for the rest of her life. I wasn't about to get caught in a trap like that.
One day my sexy bike friend entered the establishment. He was high as hell on something, but that was the day he noticed me.
Terry was really a hunk. He told me that he lived in a commune and didn't leave it too often. I asked him to take me there someday. The next day was Sunday, so we planned to go then.
He rang my bell about seven in the morning. I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater and off we went.
When we got there I was shocked, and I don't get shocked often. Everyone was just lying around stoned. Man, that place was as good as any drugstore. Anything you wanted to get high on, they had. Terry, to me, didn't seem to fit in here. Not that he was so far above them.
The place smelled like rotten meat. I could tell by looking at the tub that it was never used. I felt like a hospital walking around that place. I asked Terry how he could live in such a filthy place. He told me it was an easy life, no one to tell him what to do. I said that just because there was no one to tell him what to do, that didn't mean they had to turn into a bunch of slobs. Maybe that's what was wrong with them, they can't make decisions for themselves. Some of the kids were fourteen and under.
I asked Terry how they ate, he said that some of the kids' parents sent them money every month and others went begging or stealing and then selling them. I was thinking to myself how stupid the parents were, not to know what their children were doing to their lives. They talk about the generation gap, I think that a lot of parents have a brain gap. I couldn't stand the filth anymore, so I asked Terry to take me somewhere else, He said he didn't realize how bad it was until I brought it to his attention and that he was going back to his gang with the bikes. He said maybe if I met them I would get a better impression of him.
A few days later he picked me up and told me he was going to meet his gang. It was in the desert, and it was desolate, but better than the commune. The guys had been drinking beer and they were half crocked when we got there. I was the only girl there but those odds never bothered me before. I felt safe as I was with Terry anyway. There were only five other guys.
A little later in the evening the pot came out and the guys all got high including Terry. A little later I noticed Terry was acting different. One of the guys told me they had put some LSD in his beer, and he had never taken it before. They wanted to see what his reaction would be. We saw his reaction, all right. He ran off in the desert screaming that someone was following him.
One of the guys made a grab for me and said now I was his girl for the night because Terry could do me no good, the condition he was in. Then the others started to argue who was to have me. As they were arguing, I tried to sneak away, then another one grabbed me and wrestled me to the ground and started to kiss me. Another one came up and pushed him off me and started to kiss me himself.
This was getting too much for even me so I pushed him away. They all started to yell and argue and then they decided I was for all of them. A few of the guys held me down while another one took off my clothes. I was being grabbed all over my body. At first it was gentle, then it started to get rough as they all wanted to be the first. They took off their clothes and one by one they kissed me and rubbed their bodies against me. Their disgusting bodies all over me.
"Let's see what kind of a cunt she's got." One of them yelled out.
They lifted up my rear end and held my legs apart. Then they took turns examining my crotch. They stuck their fingers in me one at a time, then as they took their second turn they all stuck two fingers in.
"My," said one of them, "her cunt is so dry, I'll have to eat it a little." As he did, two of the others held it open for him. The more I struggled the more he seemed to enjoy it.
The other guys were running their hands all over my body. They were pushing each other away trying to squeeze my breast. One guy was hung on my tits, as he called them. He kept grabbing them and biting them. Another one kept kissing me all over the face. His breath was terrible. They all smelled bad.
Then one of the guys decided that he wanted to put his prick in my mouth. They forced my mouth open and he stuck his big uncircumcised smelly prick in.
"How do you like this big cock in your mouth?" he said.
I answered him by biting down on it as hard as I could. He hit me with his fist, but it was worth it. I noticed that he was bleeding.
When another one tried to grab me I kicked him in the balls. He didn't hit me, he was in too much pain. I started to run away again but was tackled and knocked down to the ground again.
Another guy started to eat me, and then he bit me. I knew then how much I had hurt the guy I had bitten, and the thought of it made some of my pain go away.
"Let's fuck her." One of the guys called out. They carried me to one of the bikes and one at a time fucked me with the motor running, making the action seem more than it was.
After they all screwed me, one guy held my mouth open so that I couldn't bite him and put his prick in and out until he got hard again. All the guys then did it. It didn't bother them that I was gagging and could hardly breathe.
One of the guys decided that he wanted to come in my mouth while another one stuck it in my cunt from the back. One of the guys was fucking another one in the ass. The one that was, decided he wanted to fuck me the same way. He pulled the guy out that was in my cunt and with one shove he stuck his prick up to the hilt in my asshole. I saw stars, it hurt so much. Then they all wanted it the same way. One guy had a real big one. He kept alternating between my ass and my pussy. God, the pain was terrible, I didn't know how much more I could take. I kept feeling pricks going in and out of me, until I didn't remember anything anymore.
The next morning or was it the next morning? I didn't know, I couldn't move without feeling pain and I was covered with blood, from head to toe. It was so quiet I thought I was alone, but when I opened my eyes one of the guys was standing over me and asked me how I felt.
I couldn't answer him and then he shot something in my arm, telling me that it would make me feel better. A few minutes later the pain began to go away and I felt high. He must have given me codeine and Spanish fly, because all of a sudden I wanted sex. I didn't know what was happening. The guy took out his dick and told me to suck on it and I would feel better. He was so repulsive, but I couldn't stop myself. I ran my tongue up and down his joint and then put the head of it in my mouth and started to suck. He came, but I still wanted more. The other guys came over and I sucked them all off, swallowing every bit of sperm. I was past the point of seeing and smelling. All I wanted was sex, anyway and every way.
One of the guys was still hard, so I jumped on him and we fucked. As we were fucking I was sucking on another ones' prick. This went on and on, fucking and sucking with me the aggressor. All I wanted was SEX, SEX and more SEX, and cock. I couldn't get enough. The pain started to come back, but I couldn't stop. I wasn't as dizzy as before and when I looked around me I counted about twenty faces.
Then I saw a girl and I grabbed her and started to eat her, one of the guys was finger fucking her in the ass, but I pulled him away from her and put him in my ass. I don't know what happened after that, as I must have passed out. When I came to, the pain was back and the desire was gone.
I heard men's voices and they were saying that a few more fucks couldn't hurt me and then they would drop me off at a hospital.
I felt someone fucking me and I couldn't move. In a haze I felt him pull out and then someone else was on top of me pumping away. I must have passed out, because the next thing that I knew I was in a bed in a hospital of some kind. A man was touching my arm and I screamed. Before I knew it I had on something that felt like a straight jacket. I seemed to be crawling around on my knees.
I heard someone saying that they couldn't give me anymore drugs or it would kill me. My mind was starting to work now, but I couldn't get my body to respond. I was crawling around like an idiot. I tried to talk but not a sound would come out. I felt like a caged animal, I began running into the walls which were padded, Oh no, I thought, could I be insane. I tried to calm myself down and little by little I found my voice.
"Please, please," I heard myself say, "Help me, I'm alright now, I can't stand the pain anymore, please help me."
I saw someone looking at me through a small window in the door. He asked me my name and a few other questions. I must have answered them sensibly, as he opened the door and removed the straight jacket.
I noticed I didn't have any clothes on. He handed me a robe and led me to another room. There was a bed in it and so I laid down and passed out.
When I woke up, which I thought was a few minutes, I discovered that I had been unconscious for a week. I still had pain but not as bad as before.
The doctor told me that if I hadn't been brought to the hospital when I was, I would have been dead by now. They were giving me light drugs to help ease the pain. As he was talking to me I dropped off to sleep.
When I woke up and tried to move, I found that I could with little discomfort. The doctor came in and I told him I was starved and he said that it was a good sign I was getting better.
I could only nibble on the food though and then I threw it up.
When I started to feel better the doctor told me I had been given a combination of drugs that could have driven me out of my mind. My insides were ruptured and I had the clap. Then he told me that because of that I could never have children. I didn't know how to accept this new twist of fate. I had never liked children too much, one way or the other. But I wasn't going to let that bother me now as I was thankful I was alive.
It was raining outside but to me it looked like a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end. I knew I was getting better because I began to worry about the bills. I was here a month in a private room and private nurses around the clock.
I asked the doctor about this and he told me my husband had taken care of everything. I suppose I gave them my name, when I was out of it. Funny, I guess no matter what I did, he would always love me.
The nurse brought me in some flowers and when I read the card it was from Lane, with the message "please take care of yourself."
The next week I was able to get out of bed so I walked around and got to know all the patients on my floor. I always did have great recuperative powers. Every day I walked more and got stronger. I had lunch with the doctor and he had lust in his eyes, so I gathered I didn't look too bad.
I gained back ten of the twenty pounds I had lost, even though I was skinny I still could do alright. Boy, I thought, for a girl who was giving up sex, something went wrong.
Those bastards I thought, if I ever see any of them again, I'll de-ball them. What a wonderful thought that was. I could picture a guy holding his pecker in his hand with blood all over it. Every time he wanted to pee or make the scene he would think of me. That's a much better punishment than death.
CHAPTER NINE
Funny, I couldn't understand how Lane could still love me after all the things I did to him. I never thought that love could pass a test like that. I was sure I would never see him again, but I knew if I needed help I could always turn to him, that he would be there. That was a bad thing to do though, so I promised myself never to use his name again. My apartment was under my maiden name, and no one would ever know who I was. I experimented wearing my hair a different way and I dyed it jet black.
I began looking for a job. I answered a few ads, but nothing interested me. I had done so many different kinds of jobs I decided to try something new. One ad was for a barmaid. I fixed myself up as sexy as I could and went to the bar for an interview. I told them I was a few years younger than I was, and that I was single. I told them all lies, but still got the job. The bartender who worked there showed me how to make the drinks and what glasses to put them in. The drinks were hard to remember so he wrote them down for me.
I thought it would be hard, but it wasn't, as most of the customers drank highballs and beer.
I worked along the waterfront. The seamen were very nice, but the longshoremen, that was a different story altogether. What a pack of degenerate slobs they were, nice when they were sober, but after they had had a few drinks their mouths became sewers. They had no respect for a female, and I often wondered what they would do if someone talked to their wives like they talked to me.
One day I found out. One came in with his wife and a friend of his. After awhile his wife asked him if it was time to go yet, with this his friend turned to her and said "Leave him alone you fucking cunt."
She slapped him and then he threw his drink in her face. The only thing that the husband did was to agree with him that she was a cunt. Instead of the wife walking out, she stayed there and waited, not saying another word.
I couldn't believe what I had seen. What kind of world was this turning into.
A few American sailors came in one night and started a hassle and I had to call the police to get them out.
One day a longshoreman grabbed my breast and I gave him a shot in the face, that he wouldn't forget for a while. He looked at me very insulted and asked me who in the hell did I think I was. And I told him. It took me two weeks to regret that I didn't hit him harder.
Once in awhile an English seaman would come in, who appealed to me, and I'd find time when I wasn't too busy to get a kiss or two.
My doctor had told me I could have sex any time I wanted, but it would be painful, as I was still sore inside. I had seamen from every country coming in the place and in the afternoon it was quite deserted as most of them had to work.
One afternoon a beautiful Frenchman came in. He could only speak a few words of English, but somehow or another we were able to communicate with each other. It didn't take him long to kiss me. That went on for awhile. He was very short, but I could tell by the lump in his pants he wasn't short all over. I figured he wasn't circumcised because most Europeans aren't, but why not have fun while I was getting paid for it. After a few kisses he worked his hand in my blouse until he had my breast out and was licking my nipple.
You would think that after the experience I went through, I wouldn't want a man to touch me again, but there I was, just as horny as ever. His hand started to wander up my leg until he was caressing my pussy. I had slacks on that day so it was hard for him to get to the real thing. He opened his fly and out popped his cock, hard and shiny. He put my hand on it and he kept rubbing my box.
I started to jerk him off and he kept at my nipple, grinding his teeth on it and then we heard someone coming down the stairs so we stopped and quickly got ourselves in order.
The place started to get crowded then, and after a bit he left. The next day I wore a wide skirt and no panties. Why should I make things unpleasant for myself.
When he came in there were a few people sitting at the bar, but they left soon. Before the people left, he rubbed my ass every chance he got. And when they did leave he kissed me. I didn't want to give in too easy, so I didn't let him touch my box for awhile. We necked and I let him suck on my breast. I wore a low cut sweater and a jaded half bra, so it was easy to flop my breast out in the open. He was holding them in both hands and rubbing them all over his face while his tongue was working very hard and expertly. I opened his fly and took out his prick. He was clean and it was a pleasure touching him. I pulled the skin back and the head looked so tempting that I couldn't help myself, I had to put it in my mouth. I began licking it, and then I put the whole thing in my mouth. He came almost immediately. He pulled my head away and caught it all in the handkerchief. He put it back in his pants and began to kiss me again, and then he put his hand under my skirt and began to squeeze my cunt. It felt so good to have a man touch me again. He was rubbing my clitoris with one finger and put the tip of another finger inside me. It was raining outside, so there wasn't much chance of anyone coming in for a while. He sat me on the bar and got me in a position that a doctor would for an examination. He separated my pussy and rubbed his lips on me. Then he used his tongue until he got me very hot, after which he began to suck me off as a girl would do to a guy.
If all men knew how to give head like this what a happy world it would be for women. Then he stuck his tongue in and out of my hole. He had a tongue to match his cock, big and fat. When I closed my eyes and he had his tongue all the way in me I felt as if I was getting fucked. When his tongue was all the way in me, he moved it from side to side and wiggled the end of it. What a feeling that was. He was really an expert, and soon I could feel myself coming.
He had to leave town that night, and told me he wouldn't be back for a month. No one that came into the bar appealed to me after that except one Englishman that I used to tease all the time.
One night, just before he was about to leave we went into the storage room to say goodbye. Before I knew it my slacks were down with my panties and I was being screwed. I came almost as soon as he did three strokes, but he didn't know, so I pretended that someone was walking in and I began to put on my things. He never found out that I came. One point for the women.
The weeks went by quickly and soon my Frenchman came back.
The first day I was very busy, but the second day was dead when he came in. We were playing with each other under the bar, where a few people I knew that came in couldn't see us. I asked one of the girls to watch the bar while I went to the ladies room.
My lover followed me upstairs after a few minutes had elapsed. The ladies room was very small, but it did have a lock on the door. He stood me on the toilet bowl and started to eat me as he took off his clothes and mine. He turned me around and fucked me in the ass with his big hot wet tongue. He sure had a strong tongue because he got it all in my asshole. My cunt and my ass were all wet from his hot tongue. Then he sat me down on his lap facing him. He put his big cock in me and we began fucking. What a wonderful prick he had. I was making it go in and out so fast that I made him come quickly. He didn't stop though, he let me continue fucking him. He was still hard as a rock. My insides were straining, I wanted to come so much. He pushed me back off his lap so that only half his cock was in me. And then he pulled me on it forward and back in a position where it rubbed on my man in the boat. After he got me doing the right motion, he put his hand on my ass, and every time I pulled back one finger on each of his hands touched my asshole. My asshole was still wet from his saliva and I opened it all I could. With every stroke I took, his fingers went in a little deeper. When he got his two fingers in completely he alternated pushing one in while pulling the other one out. I kept backing up on his fingers, but he made me stay in the position where I was half off his cock. Then he pushed me so hard that his whole throbbing cock was in me and his fingers were rammed up my ass. Then he started to fuck me. His cock and fingers meeting inside me at the same time he was rubbing his chest on mine and kissing me every place he could. I felt us exploding together then. What a release I had. The most sensational I could ever remember.
Every trip he came in after that we had our afternoon of fun. One day the place was packed and he stood next to me pretending that we were talking while all the time he was finger fucking me. You know the movement some couples make when they dance slow and close. They look as if they were fucking, well we were and no one knew it. I had on a skirt that buttons down the front and I never wore underpants when I knew he was going to be there. He was shorter than I was, so it wasn't hard for him to put his cock in me. People would never believe some of the things we did. Sometimes he would help me carry the beer downstairs and we would have a quickie or a blow job in the storage room. A few months later he decided to go back to France, so I got myself another French lover.
What a disappointment he was. Grinning all the time. I decided that the next time I would try a lover from another country.
One day this big beautiful blonde German came in. And blondes were always my type. We talked like friends for a long time and I could never ask him to take me home for one reason or another. Then one day he asked to take me to breakfast. The restaurant was jammed packed, so I suggested that we have breakfast at my apartment. He agreed right away. After we had our bacon and eggs I put the stereo on and we danced. Then he pushed me away and said "Take off your clothes."
I was very surprised by this method but who was I to argue about sex with a hunk like this. So I did what he told me to do, I took my clothes off. He just walked around me and looked me over. This was a strange one all right.
He started to dance with me again, but this time I could feel his excitement through his pants. As we danced he took off his clothes and rubbed his prick between my thighs. Then he stepped away from me. He asked me if I liked the way his body looked.
I said "Yes, I most certainly do."
Before I knew it I was scooped off my feet and carried to the couch. He started to kiss and suck me all over. Never missing one part of my body. My Frenchman was good, but this one was sensational. He began to fuck me on the couch and then the floor, and leaning over the table. He must have come about four times by then, but he never let up once.
What a man and a half he was. He might have been from Mars for all I knew. If this is what they were like I was going to make reservations for the first trip.
He kept it up until I had come three more times and we decided to go to bed. I don't think that bed meant sleep to him though. As soon as we got to bed, he started all over again. This time he concentrated on my toes and rubbing my thighs. Little by little he worked my legs apart and was sucking on the insides of my thighs. He was playing with my cunt very gently until he got me to the point where I wanted him again. I pulled him up on me until we were like one again. He pulled his body up and away from me so that we could see his cock going in and out of me. He just kept a steady pace, until he seemed as though he was part of me. Then he took it out and began to eat me again.
One night I dragged home a willing body and all I was able to do was fall asleep. There was a Park Avenue playboy who was chasing me constantly, asking me to go on his boat some day. I told my boss I needed a few days off and took the playboy, Ross up on his offer.
He was nothing to look at, but he had money up the ass. Besides, I needed the rest. What was a better way than on a boat.
We left early the next morning and Ross was good enough to let me sleep all day.
When I woke up it was dark outside, so I took a slow shower and put on my best cocktail dress. It was a little yellow wisp of nothing. But yards and yards of it. There were a few other couples on the boat, so it turned out to be a very nice evening. I even had my own room to sleep in with no strings attached.
The second night was another story.
We were on our way back to the dock when Ross said he had some films to show me. Thank goodness it was just him and I. I don't know how he got them but they were of me. I asked him what was the meaning of all this and he said if I didn't pose for him he would give the story to the papers about me and Lane.
I didn't want to hurt Lane anymore, so I agreed to his terms.
I asked him why he was doing this when he had so much money. He laughed and told me all his family had was the name. Even his boat was going to be taken away next week. He said he had always liked me, but money was very important to him at the present time. He said I could cover my face as the main thing he wanted to photograph was my body, and that he couldn't afford to pay a model at this time, at least not a model with a swinging body that he said I had.
All night we took pictures. He had a few wigs for me to wear and a mask to cover my face. He had me pose in various poses with sexy clothes on. Soon the clothes got to be less and less, until I was naked. He took close-ups of my breast at all angles. Then he played with my nipples to get them hard and took close-ups of only the nipples. He worked his way to my belly and took some shots of just my pubic hair. He was just taking stills. I don't know how many times he photographed my pussy. From the front, the back, opened up with one finger sticking in and then two, etc. Even my asshole was interesting to him.
After taking every possible still picture he could think of, he decided to take motion pictures. He said he had to use something else also for these movies. At that point I was willing to go along with anyone as long as it didn't hurt Lane.
He had me pretend I had just gotten home from work and I was very tired. I took off my skirt and blouse and laid down on the bed. I stretched a bit and then took up a book to read. Slowly as I started to read the book, I took off my bra and started to fondle myself. I rubbed my nipples between two fingers until they got hard. Then I started to run my hand up and down my body until I started to masturbate. My hand goes faster and faster until I start to move my hips in desire.
Then Ross tells me to put my hand in my panties, pulling them down as I kept masturbating. I turn on my side then and show the book I am reading. The page is open to the centerfold showing two men with erections. As I reach for something in the drawer the camera takes close-ups of my other hand going in and out of my crotch.
Then I take the dildo I had taken from the drawer and remove my fingers from my cunt. It's kind of big, so I make believe I have a little trouble getting it in. As I keep trying, I'm kissing the guy's balls in the photograph. I ran my tongue along the page and I start to jerk off with the dildo. All of a sudden I look at the door as if someone knocked. I leave the dildo in me, get up and put on a robe. I'm still playing with the dildo as I open the door to see who it is. Ross arranged to have a healthy Spanish guy come to the door.
I followed his instructions then and let the guy at the door see the dildo in me as I opened my robe. He acts confused as I lead him into the room.
According to Ross's instructions I opened the man's pants and took out his pecker. He pushed my head down and I began to suck on it. What a big one he had. It wasn't long but it was so wide I could hardly get it in my mouth.
By then I was so excited from the dildo that I wanted him. As I was blowing him, he took off his clothes. He was very skinny but what a prick, he didn't need anything else. After his clothes were off he worked the dildo for me. We laid down on the bed and he let his other hand roam all over my body.
Ross was so excited then that he came over and began to lick my asshole. I suppose that I was such a sex fiend at heart I was enjoying every minute of it. After Ross got my asshole ready by licking it and putting his fingers in, he put his small dick in. It didn't take him very long to come. He got us in a close-up as the guy pulled out the dildo and put his prick in, or tried to I should say. It was so wide that it didn't fit. All of a sudden he grabbed me by the hips and gave one shove and I was in heaven. I felt filled up with him completely. I knew I would be sore tomorrow, but it sure hurt good now. I loved this guys cock, and every time it got soft, I made it hard again.
Ross didn't mind our lust at all, he got plenty of good shots of sex that night. We were still going at it when the boat docked.
Ross got in on the last one with his little weenie. I don't know how he felt anything with it because I sure didn't. He keeps pumping away which is about ten pushes and then he comes. Ross wanted to go again but the Spanish guy said he would put it up his ass if he did. That chased Ross out of the room. Then Pepi and I had each other one more big wonderful time.
I decided not to go back to the bar to work anymore, as I was getting too well known, and I never liked too many people knowing me, or about me. I told the boss I was sick and needed a long rest. He tried everything to make me stay, but nothing worked. I collected my pay and off I went.
I figured as long as I liked sex so much, I might just as well make a living selling it.
It didn't take me very long to make my first sale. I sat in a bar and got kind of drunk. Some creep was talking to me for about an hour until he finally got around to offering me money. Big sport he offered me twenty dollars. I thought I might as well start small and work my way up. I wound up by giving him a blow job in an alley. He went home happy and I was twenty dollars richer.
After that I took life easy, only worked when I wanted to. I made up my mind never to give it away again. I was making about one hundred tax free dollars without breaking my back, no insults and enjoying most of it. I knew a few taxi drivers that would set me up with a John every once in a while. The customer would give them a few dollars so what I made was all mine. Even had a run of taxi drivers for Johns.
One day though, one of my stupid friends set me up with someone on the vice squad. He caught me with my pants down, as they say. Off to jail I went. Of course, the officer made sure he got a little before I got three days. Can't say I really blame him though, I was very good at my job. I knew I was breaking the law and had to get caught some day.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the first time in jail for me, and each new experience could be great, as long, as you learned something from it.
First, I was fingerprinted, then photographed. I was sure they could have gotten better photos if they had let me take my clothes off, but they wouldn't go for it.
The jail was cold, damp and itchy.
The next day when my name was called, I pleaded guilty, but the judge had no compassion for me. I got three months - my first rap and I got three months. The judge probably didn't get any that morning, and figured he would get even with his wife by giving me time. They gave me a grey sexless dress to wear.
For three months I might as well have been a guy. I shared a room with five other girls, all in the same business. One broad was about fifty years old but kept her body in pretty good shape. Her name was Rosie. She and I got pretty chummy after a few days. She told me she ran a house years ago, but now she was too old to attract the same kind of customers.
About a week later we got a new girl in the room with us. A real brassy type. She was a stone dyke.
The first night in, she grabbed me and kissed me. I gave her a shot in the mouth and she landed halfway across the room.
She got up to hit me back but the matron entered the room. She didn't catch us fighting so no one got into trouble.
Rosie told me to beat the shit out of Cora, the new girl, but I told her I had a better idea.
Cora was always after me, and I let her have a feel every once in awhile. Just enough to keep her interested. I would always make sure she was in the shower room every time I was. I even dropped the soap quite often so she would get a good look at my hairy pussy. She gave me extra cigarettes and other things.
One day I decided to let her wash my back, and while she was at it she grabbed one of my breasts but I told her to stop.
One night I told her I had a backache. She was only too happy to rub it for me. I didn't stop her when she got to my ass and started to rub that. It was quite a while before I would be getting out and I needed sex. Any kind. This was the closest thing to a man I would have, so why not take advantage of it. As she rubbed my back her hand slipped under the covers and she was rubbing my asshole. I turned over then and told her to rub my breasts too, as they were sore from not wearing a bra. She had a soft gentle touch and it felt good. It was very late by then and all the girls were asleep. I told her she could suck on the nipples if she wanted to. She jumped at the chance.
She took one breast at a time, cupping it between two hands, slowly massaging and kissing it and biting my nipple very softly. A woman really knew how to do another woman's breasts the right way. Most men were so rough. Especially since I had big tits, men were always leaning on them, or squeezing them too hard. Some men just played with the nipple, letting all that soft skin go to waste. Cora tried to reach for my box, but I stopped her and told her to wait until tomorrow.
All the next day I ignored Cora and she was wondering what was going on. When night came, she came over to my bed and I pretended I was sleeping. She touched me lightly and I grabbed her and kissed her passionately on her mouth.
"You want my pussy," I said, "Well go ahead and take it."
She felt it through the covers, then quickly slipped her head under. Her hand was shaking, I had made her wait so long. She opened my cunt with two fingers and with the third she rubbed my little penis until it got hard. Then she sat on the floor and pulled me over to the edge of the bed. She put her head under the covers and put her tongue in my cunt. Her tongue felt like a fire in me. I could even feel the flames devouring me. She concentrated on my man in the boat while she finger fucked me. It was hard for me to come making sure I didn't make any noise, but I managed.
Cora managed to get the bed next to me. When everyone else was sleeping I felt her hand touching me. My back was towards her, so I just stuck my ass out over the bed. She tried to get her finger in my asshole, but I was too dry, so she kept spitting on her fingers until she made my asshole slippery enough for her fingers. I was hard to reach so she could only get two fingers in my ass in that position.
This went on for a few nights until one night I surprised her. I ate and finger fucked her until she came, and then the next day I acted as though nothing happened. Rosie told me she knew what was going on, and that she wanted a piece of me too, if I didn't mind too much. When it was Rosie's first chance I sat on the edge of the bed and let her gobble me up.
Then another new girl came in and she was also a lesbian who made a play for me. In the shower she made a grab for my ass and Rosie and Cora roughed her up a bit. Wouldn't you know she went to the matron and said I made a play for her. The bitch, that fucking bitch. I was put in a cell by myself. I knew that Rosie and Cora were having a ball and here I was masturbating again.
After a week of being by myself the head matron sent for me. When I reached her office she told me to strip completely as she wanted to see what I was so proud of. She saw alright. I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs wide open. I took her hand and told her not to be shy, if she tried it she might like it. She pulled her hand away and knocked me off the desk. I was sent back to her the following day. She told the other matrons she didn't want to be disturbed. She told me to strip again and sit down. She told me to put one leg over each arm of the chair. I did what she asked, and then she came over and touched me with a stick, that she always had in her hand. I told her to use her hand or it wouldn't be effective at all. The first time she touched me, she pulled her hand back as if she had gotten a shock. I looked at her and I could see she had latent lesbian tendencies. I got up then and told her it wasn't really bad touching another female when there weren't any males around. As I talked to her I got closer and closer and started to caress her breasts very softly. Before she knew it I had her blouse opened and my hand in her bra. She grabbed me then and started to kiss me. I pushed her head down until she was eating me. Just as she was in that position another matron walked in. I started yelling to her to stop and then she came to her senses. But she didn't know what to say. She fixed her clothes and told the matron to take me back to my cell with the other girls.
On the way back to the cell I asked the matron if she wanted to try me out too. All I got was a hard shove. The girls were glad to see me back. The next day the story was all over the jail. I had to give the head matron credit though, she still appeared among the girls every day and never paid a bit of attention to any of the remarks that were passed.
It was good to be back with the girls again. With me the girls were just a substitute, not that I didn't enjoy a good substitute once in a while. And Rosie and Cora were as good as any.
Rosie was getting out that week and she told me to look her up when I got out. Maybe we could get together or something. I was getting out about two weeks after her and I promised her we would see each other.
I called Rosie when I got out and she told me to come right over, she had good news for me. When I got there she said her uncle had died and left her a house. She was going out to see it that day and wanted me to go with her. So off we went, it was only about five miles out of town.
It was about twenty rooms with a restaurant on the first floor. We decided right then and there to go into business together.
The next few weeks we spent cleaning. When Cora got out of the jug, we took her in with us. Between the three of us we managed to get the place fixed up.
Then we went our separate ways to get the things we needed for the restaurant. It was rough the first month or so, but after that we opened the restaurant just selling chopped meat dishes. We made sure we had the best meat money could buy, as we were determined to make a go of it.
There was a convention of restaurant owners in town, so we got dressed in our best finery and crashed it. It didn't take us long to get an admiring circle of friends. We took all the phone numbers and addresses we could. Of course we eliminated all the boys who weren't swingers. We each made a few dates for that night so we could get a little more cash. By the time the convention was over two days later, we had over two thousand dollars between us. Of course we were a little knocked out from all that hard work so we slept the next day away. It was good to have that much money to spend and we started to put down payments on everything.
All of us were pretty good cooks, so that saved us money not having to hire one. We did hire a man to clean though, not that we couldn't do it, but none of us were the domestic type. We graduated from chopped meat meals to stews and soups. Every cent we made we put right back in the place. We had a gigantic freezer where we kept a six month supply of all kinds of meats. When we got the meat it was in big pieces, and we didn't know pork from lamb. So we stored one of the neighborhoods butcher's meat in our freezer and he cut and labeled cuts - save us quite a bit of money in the long run. We kept cutting corners every way we could. We even got all our linen done free, all it cost us was a blow job. Once in a while some women came in, but we tried to cater to men only.
Every time a convention was in town we got the business. We had the place fixed up like a dance hall, the old fashioned kind. We had waitresses dressed as dance hall hostesses. Very low cut dresses and long skirts that were slit down the sides to make it easier to walk in. We were really doing great.
Within one year we all had our own cars. We were ready to expand and six months later we had two more restaurants. Of course we catered to all tastes then. Food and drinks weren't the only things we were serving. We had several bouncers to check people in and out. We catered to only the people that had plenty of bread. We even had special menu's printed up, but only for special people we knew. Most people would buy something on the upstairs menu first, then they needed food downstairs.
Here is a sample menu:
Straight sex* Boy or Girl* Quickie $50.00
Straight sex* Any position* 1/2 Hour $100.00
Straight sex* Partner of own choosing* 1/2 Hour $200.00
Dog Fashion* $200.00
Sixty-Nine Sex* $300.00
Blow Jobs* $150.00
Lessons in lovemaking. Mixed classes. $50.00
Trip around the world. $400.00
Same applies to women.
Young Healthy Studs available.
Our supply of meat was the best in town with a money back guarantee if not completely satisfied.
All our girls were checked every month by the doctor, and we had a very good reputation around town. Most people thought we were only running a restaurant. All our other business was conducted only when the restaurant was open, which was from six p.m. to two a.m. We also had a thing we called "Funch" where we sent our girls out to see the men during business hours. The charge was only $100.00 and we even kicked in a sandwich for that low price. All the girls got 25% of what they took in. They weren't about to give up that much money for a foolish love affair. We held their money for them until the end of the month which was when they could leave if they wanted to. We got the girls off the streets when they were down and out. We made them go through a training course that took a month. We got them the right clothes and hairdos. We even taught them how to talk. It cost us quite a bit in the beginning but it paid off. The whole time we were in business only one girl left us and got married to one of our customers. They were well worth the investment. The girls who started out with us became sort of trustees, just in case one of the broads decided to work on her own, for one stupid reason or other.
Cora, Rosie and I still made it once in a while, but there were so many men around there wasn't much time for girls. Boy, there sure are sick people in this world. There was one man that only came by being beaten. Another one just wanted someone to shit and pee on him. One even wanted the girls to pee in his mouth. Some guys preferred to jerk off while they watched a girl masturbate with a dildo. And some guys paid fifty dollars just to be jerked off. When I think of all the guys I jerked off for nothing, wow, I could have been a millionaire by now.
All of a sudden our luck fizzled out. We should have been smarter than we were, but when an organization gets as big as ours did, it's very difficult, if not impossible, to watch everything that goes on.
Someone had a hardon for us and one by one our restaurants were being closed. The first one was closed for prostitution and then the second and then the third.
By the time we paid all the fines and everything, we didn't even have our cars left. We lived off selling our clothes and jewelry. The law even confiscated Rosie's house. We shared an apartment in the city for a while, but we were too used to having our own places by then and lots of room. As if things weren't bad enough even the big deal we had in the market fell through.
Well, easy come, easy go. I guess we all have our lucky and unlucky days. So, we decided to go our way again and see what the world had in store for us.
I went to the first pawn shop I saw and pawned my beautiful mink coat. That was the last thing left I had in the world that was worth anything. I paid ten thousand for the damn coat, but all I could get for it was four hundred and sixty dollars. The cheap son of a bitch. No wonder he was in business and I wasn't anymore. Ah, well, that's life. I never was the kind to let things get me down for very long. Up and at em, that's my motto. Here I go again. The first thing to do is to get a nice apartment somewhere, I thought. Maybe I'll just hop a bus and go to New York. Now that's a good idea, why didn't I think of that sooner.
Man, these seats in the busses sure are uncomfortable. At least I got the back seat so the other people wouldn't disturb me. I tried to get some sleep while I still had two seats to myself to stretch out on. I dozed off until I heard the driver announce we would be stopping for fifteen minutes. I got myself in order and went to the ladies room, and then decided to have a cup of coffee. There were the regular sad faces you always see on people traveling on busses. I wasn't in the mood for that so I went back to the bus. When I got there, a man was in the seat next to mine. Some dreary looking salesman. And to make matters worse he was smoking one of those smelly cigars. I asked him if he wouldn't mind putting it out, as it made me sick. He said he wouldn't mind. And as he put out the cigar he gave me a good looking over. He offered me a mint. He told me they were good for the breath. I took one, and as I did, I leaned over so that my blouse fell open just right, exposing part of one of my breast. I made sure I brushed against his arm so he could feel how soft I was. We talked a few hours and I was beginning to get sleepy. He offered me his shoulder which I cuddled up on and fell asleep.
I woke up feeling his hand under my skirt and panties, lightly playing with my box. I didn't move. I just said very quietly, I charge for things like that. He didn't stop playing with me but with his other hand, he reached in his pocket and handed me a five dollar bill. I told him he must be kidding, but he said he only wanted to play with me awhile, while he jerked off. I told him it was alright as long as he let me sleep at the same time. I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work though, because after awhile it started to feel good. I didn't want him to know I was enjoying it, so I kept my eyes closed and pretended I was sleeping. It was very hard not being able to move. He was tickling the opening of my pussy with his fingertips. I wanted him to put the whole finger in, so I made believe I moved in my sleep and forced his finger in me. He didn't know if I was waking up or not, so he just left his finger in but didn't move it. I had my eyes open a little and saw him look to see if I was still asleep. After he convinced himself I was, he took his dick out. He rubbed the head of it against my thigh as he slowly began to fuck me with his finger. The more excited he got the faster the action was. Oh, I wanted to move so much, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. After he came he still continued to play with me. I couldn't take anymore so I made believe I woke up. He put his prick away then and thanked me. We had a cigarette together and then we arrived at his stop. Quite a few of the seats were emptied out, so I decided to sit in the front for the rest of the trip.
When I got myself settled by the front door, I noticed the bus driver. I don't know how I missed him before. He was a bit of alright. He gave me the once over and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. As I read a book I crossed my legs to let him get a good view of my legs up to my panties. Every chance he had, I caught him looking at me. The more he looked the more I wanted his ass in bed. The pants of his uniform were extra tight and I could see a big bulge on the left side. One day I figured out why most men wear their joints on the left side. Most men are right handed and when they go to the John it's easier to reach. I sure felt like reaching for his thing. He didn't even have a hardon and the lump was tempting. Some guys are disappointing though. It looks so big through their pants, but when it gets down to the real thing, all it is, is his balls. It sure would be great if when a man gets a hardon his balls would go into his penis and make it two inches longer. If a girl ever wants to know the size of a guys cock, all she has to do is ask him what's more important, the size of it or how it's used. The guys with the small ones, will always say, "the way it's used." So stay away from that group if you don't like the tiny weenie's.
The driver and I had a half-ass conversation the best we could while he was driving. We talked about everything but sex. He told me when he got to New York he was going to quit his job and go to Europe to live. I told him I had been there. It was nice, but there was no place quite as good as America. We couldn't do anything but talk while he was driving so I decided to get some more sleep before we got to New York the next day. Just before I fell asleep, I made sure that the driver could see the hair of my pussy through my sheer white panties, by the way I managed to fall asleep with my legs wide open.
The next thing I remember was the driver grabbing my tits to wake me up and tell me we had arrived. He told me where to meet him upstairs in about an hour and a half. I had the porter take my luggage (one small suitcase) to the place where I was going to meet the driver. I thought it was worth fifty cents to find out where the place was where I was supposed to meet him. I had a cup of coffee while I waited. When he arrived, he told me his name was Wayne and he was going to take me to dinner and a motel.
The whole thing sounded delicious to me, especially the last part. Maybe I had something going with this guy, I thought to myself.
We had the best steaks in the house, and when we arrived at the motel we took a shower together. Thank goodness, it wasn't only his balls I saw through his pants. This guy had a cock and a half. It was still pink, and even had freckles on it.
Wayne was the plower type, just fuck, fuck, all night. We sent out for sandwiches when we got hungry, and then went right back to our hobby.
I was starting to get a little sore so I told him let's get a little sleep before we resume our fucking. He fell asleep before me and I tried to give him a hardon while he slept, but it didn't work, so I fell asleep too. When I woke up, I was horny and reached for Wayne, but he wasn't there. I looked around the room, but still didn't see him. Oh no, I said out loud, I couldn't be that stupid, could I? I ran across the room to where my bag was, with the only money I had left in the world and it was gone. Imagine, beat at my own game. Here I was, in a strange town and broke. I guess I could go sightseeing some other time. I got my few things together and left.
I had to walk about four blocks before I found a bar. It didn't look too bad. I had enough change to buy myself a drink. I sat next to some old fat gent and gave him the eye as I ordered my drink. He paid for it. The best offer I got from him was twenty dollars, but as broke as I was, I decided to take it. Had to get back on my feet again. The guys name was Norris. He bought me a few more drinks and then I followed him into some cheap hotel.
A two flight walk up. Ugh, I certainly wasn't looking forward to this. His ass was so big that it shook like jelly I noticed as I walked behind him.
What a horrible room. Makes me feel as if I'm in some dirty old tent in the middle of the desert. Ugh, the drapes are so filthy, and stained. They look as though they haven't been cleaned in five years. There's that roach again. I wonder if it's male or female. Never could get used to them. Ugly bastards. I wonder if they think. Their life can't be too bad. All they ever seem to do is eat, sleep and fuck. The only problems they have is we people trying to kill them off. I read somewhere that roaches are millions of years old. I guess if we haven't gotten rid of them by now, we never will. They have some new kind of spray out for them - what was it, oh yeah, it's supposed to sterilize them. Wow, too bad it doesn't work on people. Just think if we used that in the next war. No more children being born to start another one in a few years.
God, I wish this guy would come. Why is it that most of the men who pay for sex have to be fat and look like this. They're always so mushy too, kiss, kiss, kiss. Some of them don't even know what a toothbrush is for. It's amazing that they have wives. Maybe this one was good looking when he was years younger. No, I guess not, I can't stretch my imagination that far. Too bad I couldn't get him to go for a more expensive room, maybe he would have taken a shower then. That would have eliminated some of the smell from him. Funny how men talk about girls pussy's smelling. All the girls I know are exceptionally clean, especially in this business. Most men I know just shake it when they finish taking a leak. It never occurs to them where the drops they shake off go to. But when a girl gets that close to a man's prick she sure can tell him where the drops went, unless the sweat from under his balls is more overpowering. Sometimes, even when a man does take a shower he forgets to wash under his balls. Oh well, maybe having a cold sometime isn't too bad after all. What the hell was this guy's name. Bob, John, Jim, oh yeh, Norris.
"Com'on Norris honey, what's the matter baby, don't I excite you enough?"
"You're so good Cathy, I hate to stop."
Ha, good he says, for what I did for him so far, his wife must be a corpse. Oh well, I guess I'll exert myself and move a little. Maybe he's the type that likes to be grabbed by the balls. He's so damn fat I can't even get my hand under us. Agh, his balls are as mushy as his chest.
"Oh, you feel so good and hard." Lie, lie.
"How does this feel honey, make me come." More lies, but it always seems to work.
"Oh, Cathy, Cathy, don't - don't stop."
How the hell did I ever get in this business anyway. How did it all start.
I think he must have saved it up all year. I can't stand him on me anymore. All the things I've done in my life, and I have to wind up with a fat smelly slob like this. Oh, I don't believe it. He is actually coming. Thank God, for little miracles. I hope the soap is strong enough in this dump to get his smell off me.
I sat on the bed and watched him as he got dressed and left. Dirty old man.