"You're getting a hard-on, honey," mom said. "Come up to the bedroom and mommy will make everything feel a lot better."
As soon as the bedroom door closed, we hugged and kissed ... mom got over me and let her big tits just drag all over my body ... the nipples touching me, teasing me. She took hold of my bursting cock ... licking ... sucking ... squeezing.
I kissed her all over. There was no other woman in the world that could make me feel so good. I wanted mom to feel the same way too. And I was going to make sure she did.
Contents
Introduction
1: Fixations and Desires
2: Going Both Ways
3: This Is It
4: Three for the Bed
5: Mother and Daughter: Fixation
6: Mother Again
7: Sexy Kids across the Sea
8: Bad News
9: What to Do?
10: Mother and Daughter: Manifestation
11: Making It, Marrying and Swinging
12: The Question Mark
Archive note: The cover to this pocketbook shows the author as shown in the text file name. The inside title page shows the author as another person, which we have duplicated above.
INTRODUCTION
"Hey! Hey, get this! I like sex with men, women, girls, boys ... love young girls! Hell, I can get a good hard-on looking at a knothole in a piece of wood. You give me that Rorshach test like the other shrinks have ... every one of the damned inkblots remind me of sex! There's one inkblot that looks exactly like the left nipple on my mother's tit ... bless her. Hell, I bet you shrinks don't have a name for a pervert like me. You know what? My mother taught me to eat pussy, and, ... oh, man, Mom liked to get fucked with a good, hard cock more than anything else in the world ... she and her brother would go at it for hours, and then I'd blow him and give it to her again. My stepdaughter and cousin are two of the best pieces of ass I've had ... and I got me a beautiful little cherry from my stepdaughter. Overseas, I've had women and their daughters together. Oh, hell, that psychs me up! And in North Africa, I had the cutest and smallest little teenage cunt you ever saw....I bet a guy once I could suck a different cock each day and never have to pay for it....Now, you're the damned Doc! What the hell would you call a guy like me?
Following this intensely "confessional" outburst from Jack Gordon at our very first meeting (realizing he was trying to shock me) I explained to him that the only instantaneous term I could come up with for a person with the behavioral manifestations he described was "a multi-anomalous sexual psychopath." This man not only desired and practiced almost every deviation and perversion of the sexual instinct known to experts in the field, he performed anomalous feats that do not strictly adhere to the clinical definitions of perverted acts.
Rape, incest, and regular coitus with forbidden persons (minors, for example, in a legal and mental health sense) are abhorrant and abnormal. But they are not, strictly speaking, deviational acts. Therefore, I will agree with Horace and Ava Chapney English, authors of A Comprehensive Dictionary of Psychological and Psychoanalytical Terms (Longmans, Green, New York 1958), that what is involved here is "anomalous sexual behavior," to a very extreme and widely varied degree.
I think it would be fairly accurate to say that we are generally aware of the fact that many of the more serious sexual abnormalities today stem in part from what is generally known as the conflict that arises concerning the incest-taboo and the incest-wish. The great majority of us are mature and emotionally stable enough to cope with the situation or ignore it, without creating bizarre and unhealthy latent or overt sexual desires in later life. We realize that it is quite possible from a physical as well as emotional standpoint that one of our parents or children may be sexually attractive in a way that could not completely escape our attention. But i we view the parent-child relationship in a "normal" and affectionate way. We do not dwell on the potential of a stronger sexual attraction, and we manage to suffer no serious emotional conflicts in this regard.
Such is frequently not the case in the mentally disturbed person whose problem manifests itself in an erotic way. The male homosexual, for instance, subconsciously in love with his own mother, may see all other females either as sluts, unworthy of love and affection; or else they are mother symbols, toward which an overt sexual feeling is forbidden by parents, society, religion, etc.
Likewise, the "Don Juan," the inveterate and perennial Satyr and woman-chaser and whoremonger, keeps searching for the "right" woman, never able to find a woman both lovable and "fuckable." He usually does not turn to men, although he may very well be a latent homosexual. He pushes himself as a Don Juan with the women, in an effort to prove he is not homosexual, as much as to prove that, to his mind, all females are mere tarts.
Many a Lesbian has felt strongly unloved by her mother as a child and constantly seeks the affections of other women, allowing the relationship to evolve into a sexual one simply because she is desperate for the strongest kind of love and devotion she can share with another female-a mother symbol.
The parent-child relationship may play a vital part in the formations of sexually abnormal desires and practices in adulthood. A too repressive view by the parents and Church, I think, may be just as bad as too liberal an outlook. Instead of talking out things logically with children, many parents have a strong "taboo" regarding sex. The children are bombarded with the idea that almost all sex is bad, that the emotion itself is "sinful," and that one of the most forbidden of all sexual couplings is the one that is incestuous.
If this is the atmosphere in which a child is reared, no wonder that a conflict arises. He or she is a human being. Sexual arousal and capability for physically pleasurable response is a part of nature. The child or adolescent may become dreadfully confused and immersed in deep guilt feelings. He cannot help it that he is "guilty" of having sexual feelings, much of which is of biological origin at young ages. As the desire becomes stronger, the guilt feeling grows, and is often responsible for its very nature for exacerbating the sexual desire out of proportion.
The right kind of sex education in the home or school could prevent so many of the injurious manifestations of these conflicts. Perhaps most parents are too ill-trained themselves or emotionally restricted because of the relationship involved. Thus, a competent program of sex education conducted by mentally healthy and well-trained instructors in public schools and the Churches, seems to be the most reasonable answer to the problem of easing children and adolescents out of the sexual "rut" in which so many find themselves.
To the other extreme, my studies in incestuous behavior indicate that in both the U.S. and England, several groups of what I might call pseudo-intellectuals, are in favor of incest and adult-child sexual acts as a cure-all for the prevention of murder and much other vicious crimes.
It has been suggested by these groups that aunts, uncles, older brothers and sisters, adult "friends of the family," even the parents themselves, teach young children about sex by actively practicing intercourse and related acts with them from a very early age.
One very well organized group in the United States claims to be doing these very things today, and are trying to proliferate their ideas among the upper socioeconomic and better educated strata of society. Their slogan is "Sex by the age eight or else it's too late!" And they make it quite specific that they are referring to child-child and adult-adult acts of overt sexual intercourse.
An-early leader of one of these movements attempted to gain my interest recently when he wrote me from the West Coast:
"Last year I corresponded with a man who was seduced by a seven-year-old girl and her slightly older sister as they sat in the balcony of a movie (he was twenty-one at the time). He later succeeded in 'making' all the sisters. His last connections occurred with his twelve-year-old niece and some of her girlfriends.
"I have also read an account by [name of world famous sexologist deleted here because of lack of corroboration]. He writes of his introduction to a well-to-do Italian family in Rome. There he enjoyed the intimite favors of the two young daughters, with their parents complete approval."
In my own estimation, I am inclined to think that most of these young people are complete sexual perverts, trying to rationalize their lust for incestuous pedophilic acts with a lot of "intellectual garbage." And I know of no better example to present as an argument against such monstrous ideas than the case of Jack Gordon, a man whose sexual relationship with his own young and beautiful mother lasted until her death, when Jack was about 30 and she was in her early forties. Both his childhood and adult life represents one of the most bizarre case histories of sexual psychopathy that I have encountered during many years of behavioral research. His incest-wish has no limits, and is vicarious and voyeuristic as well as active. He still has an occasional affair with a first cousin with whom he conducted sexual encounters when both were children.
When Jack first approached me, after learning that I specialized in sexual and emotional problems, he really had no desire to change or to be "cured." He wanted someone to talk with. His desire was to brag of his exploits (on the surface), but also to purge himself of guilt, so to speak, by "confessing" his deeds to an authoritarian figure, much as one confesses sins to a priest.
Yet when he would recount his fantastic erotic experiences to me privately (most of which I have generally corroborated through usually reliable sources and methods), his small eyes would take on a fierce, excited glow, his nostrils would dilate, his face flush. Jack Gordon was mentally reliving the episodes in a state of high stimulation.
At other times, Jack's often high and nervously uneven voice would soften to a relaxed, cultured accent. And when he would become emotional in a nonerotic vein, it was obvious to me that he was actually fighting back tears. His lips quivered, but he refused to break down the masculine facade that he has sought so hard to maintain throughout his tortured life.
Jack Gordon is a neat and outwardly quite presentable man appearing to be anywhere from thirty to thirty-five. His personality and smile have a surprisingly natural quality about them, which serves him well in his erratic employment as an automobile salesman.
The life story of this most unusual man has been put together from tape recordings and extensively detailed notes that were made during the course of at least three dozen conversations. The story is his. The words are primarily his very own. (The only editing has been done for the sake of clarity, transitions, and to protect the privacy of those involved.) In other words, this is not a story written in the professional style of a polished writer.
It is fortunate to report that what began as merely a "confessional" on Jack's part may yet evolve into a change for the better. By being able to understand himself more clearly, and with the help of a woman whom he loves greatly, Jack Gordon is trying to join the ranks of the more emotionally stable with a relatively ordered personality. His story should serve as an example to many of those who formerly considered "cure" or change of their sexual psychopathes an impossibility. And it is to these troubled people that I sincerely dedicate this book on Jack's behalf.
I might mention at this point that I frankly doubted Jack's claim at first, that his life story could make Casanova or Frank Harris look like "amateurs seducing school kids." But I soon learned that I was wrong. After starting off our first meeting with the outburst quoted at the first of this introduction, and a brief explanation of his continuing incest, I told Jack to relax and start from the beginning. I told him to go back, as far back in his memory as possible, to the first sexual awareness, the awakenings of erotic feeling, and then to tell it all in chronological order, so far as he possibly could.
Dalton Edwards, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE
FIXATIONS AND DESIRES
Mother's been dead for a few years now ... but I still get a piece of incest now and then, or I get in on it. It psychs me, man! Jane's my first cousin. We fucked around when we were kids. She's married to some farmer now, but when I go for a visit, we can screw in her bed and watch her old man out plowing the field at the same time. We can finger and blow in the same room with that poor bastard and the two kids.
Oh, that Jane has still got some body on her. We'll all be in the living room looking at TV, see. The kids will be right behind them, taking in all the action on the TV, while Jane sucks my cock as we sit in the back of the dark room, the same damn room.
We like hot sex, weird things. It's like that with Susan too ... or, at least it was. When I talk, I like to think about Mother though. Man! She was the greatest woman for sex I ever knew. She taught me everything ... and I've never stopped liking it. She was a beautiful woman, only fifteen or fourteen years old when I was born. My grandmother was only about sixteen years older than my mother.
They were both full-bodied, what you call voluptuous....sexy as hell to look at. My mother had the biggest, most beautiful pair of tits you ever saw on any woman. Goddamn, she was the sexiest thing in the world!
Funny thing, you asking me to go back all the way to where I first got turned on sexually. It wasn't my mother who did it. It was my grandmother. I was just a damn kid then see, and she was a goddamn good-looking woman. So when Mom and Dad were out, my grandmother was always there. See, I was an only child and my father, he came from a pretty rich family, and I guess he'd picked up Mother somewhere and was fucking her when she was only a kid. He knocked her up, so my grandmother and the cops made him marry her.
My grandmother ... I would lay on the kitchen floor at nights-I can remember this, man, like it was yesterday-I'd lay there on the kitchen floor and look up my grandmother's dress....
I don't know if I got a hard-on then or not. All I know is I loved to look all the way up her dress, and sometimes she'd have stockings on with a crotchless girdle. Damn, that was hot stuff. Take today, if I can look up a woman's dress on the bus or someplace, oh, I get so damned psyched I'll reach in my pocket and play with it. Sometimes, I wear a rubber or have some paper towels stuffed around my cock, so I can go right ahead and let it come.
My grandmother, sometimes she was bare assed. Not very often, but damn, when she was, I could see all that black hair and see the fleshy, juicy pussy if she spread her legs a little. Doc, I swear, every chance I could, I'd he on that kitchen floor to look up her dress-those big legs, and I mean they had some shape! I mean, you know ... the thighs, that's what psychs me today too ... those big, long, naked thighs moving around up there. Oh, shit, man, that was ail I lived for. It was an obsession like. I mean I was down there on that floor looking up every night I could.
You know, I think that's why I've got a buttocks fetish ... and a naked-thigh-above-the-stockings fetish today. Of course, I've got every kind of fetish and hang-up there is, but, I mean, when I could see all the way up her dress and watch her ass move ... that big round ass ... oh, shit, that was great!
Sometimes she had on panties, but they were tight, you know ... I could still see her big round ass. Oh, hell, man, that shook me up! I know ... I was a stupid kid, who got overcome with that stuff and played with his dick too much because it felt good and because it felt the most good if I could look at my grandmother's thighs and ass ... or just think about it. You ask me where it all started, and I know that was it. I'll never forget my grandmother's legs, her sexy thighs, and that ass. That was the first thing I remember about getting sexy feelings, and I remember it like it was yesterday ... every round, shapely inch of my grandmother's thighs, her ass, her crack, the black hair. I bet I've masturbated ten thousand times thinking about that. And I like to talk about it and think about it when I'm sucking a pussy or cock or screwing somebody in the ass, cunt or mouth.
My dad was a pretty nice guy, I guess, but he could never satisfy Mother. Hell, I think she was fucking her brother and about four other guys too, so Dad took off when I was only about five or six years old. It's a funny thing ... maybe it isn't, Mother never gave him hell or talked a lot of shit about him. He paid her damn good support money for me, and with Mom working as a secretary to a big executive, we still lived real good after Dad left us.
Grandmother was always part of the family, and she stayed on with us for a while. I can't remember exactly how long right now....
The next thing I remember about sex, you know, was sometimes I'd sleep with my mother and sometimes I'd sleep with Grandmother, but sometimes it would happen that we all three slept together ... like if there was a lot of thunder and lightning or something. Mom always slept naked, and that black hair ... that big patch of black hair between her legs, man, that psyched the hell out of me.
Mom was warm too. You know what I mean, when it's like you get in bed naked, and there's that warm, naked body next to you ... her big tits. I didn't put my hands on them then, of course, but, man, I could feel them and that cunthair rubbing against me and I'd get a hard-on, and I didn't know shit about sex yet, but everything felt natural.
My mother had the body, man! Oh, it was great! I thought that naked body of hers was the most beautiful thing in the world. I used to wait for her to come from work, so I could have an excuse to talk and tell her about what I'd done that day, and I walked right in the bedroom with her to watch her undress. I saw her, slept with her naked almost every night, but that was still a kick. I can get psyched up now just thinking about watching her peel off that dress, and take her slip off, pull the stockings and little pantygirdle down so I could see that black hair. I think she did it on purpose] She'd leave on that brassiere until last and slip out one big tit at a time. Hell! She must have seen how psyched I was when she looked down to my trousers!
You ask me this, and it may be true. Maybe this seems sexier to me now than it was then. But I swear it had to have been sexy then! I know I was only a kid that first night I woke up with this hard-on that wouldn't go down and mother had it in her hand. She had my cock in her hand! There was a nice smile on her face, but she quit as soon as she knew I was awake. When I think about that today ... I think about a nice young mother with big tits, naked, and playing with her son's cock, I get shook, man. Oh, hell, I go all to pieces!
Mother had a lot of boyfriends, so I wondered if she was getting hot and horny with me, or just kidding around when she held my cock and rubbed it ... sometimes in her sleep. I know those boyfriends were screwing her, because I'd learned a lot about sex then from other kids talking and all. I knew she had sex with her brother once or twice a week. He was married, but he visited us a lot, you know, and they'd go in the bedroom or go out somewhere together, thinking I wasn't noticing it. I guess she was getting all her orgasms with them, and playing with me was just like kidding around at first ... until she got hung up on it over the years.
You know, we talked sex some too, like I'd say, "Mom, why don't you have a penis like me (as if I didn't know)? You only have a lot of hair down there." Well, she kidded me off without any definite answer most of the time. She said once, "Girls aren't supposed to have penises because then they'd have to pee-pee in the men's room where they have urinals against the wall." You know, she'd give me funny, joking answers like that.
She stopped joking about sex over a long period of time. She taught me the proper words for things. When I was just a kid, I knew words like "penis,"
"vagina,"
"urinate,"
"bowel movement,"
"erection." My friends used to laugh like hell at me because I didn't say "cock" or "prick," or "piss" or "shit." Hell, those kids came from good families, and I bet half of them knew the proper words. I found out later how psyched up it makes you when you use the sexy and erotic words instead.
Well, Mom had been giving me my bath every night since I had been born. It was natural to me and I never figured then it was abnormal or immoral [amoral at first, then immoral] when I was so much older. And, man, she used to love to diddle those soapsuds up around my cock and work it up hard, you know, wrapping her fingers around it and sliding 'em up and down. I don't think I creamed any until later, but I sure had those good orgasm feelings. That's when I think Mom started to know how much it meant to me. It wasn't joking or kidding and laughing anymore. There was something different, a change.
Sometimes, we took baths together and I used to play with those big tits and get a real bone on. Damn! [speaking with much feeling and excitement] I had my hands all over her titties and her ass and her thighs. And, you know, that was a strange damn thing, I somehow knew I wasn't suppose to mess between her thighs up there. I never did that until....
That was the night, man. We were in the tub together, and we both got hot as hell sudsing each other all over, and she'd stick her soapy fingers right between the cheeks of my ass, and I'd jump, and she'd try to laugh, but she was shaking from excitement. That was something different.
So when I asked her again about why she didn't have a penis, Mom rinsed us both off and she held my cock in her hand, opened up the little peehole in the head and explained how I urinated there. Then ... oh, hell, man, this really psyched me ... she was sitting squatted, Indian style there in the tub, and pulled open her pussy! First time I'd ever seen all that pink flesh, the lips and all ... and she stuck her little finger in there and fished around until she could show me the little hole where she peed.
It was more often like that in the months ahead. We'd lie in bed together. I mean with all the damn lights on too, and she'd tell me all about my penis and testicles and play with them to show me how an erection worked by the blood pumping so strong and the valve not letting it back out. And she let me feel inside of her hot, sexy pussy too, and identify the parts ... still using all the proper words, you know. Once or twice around then, she started to breathe extra heavy and get real psyched. She said something once like, "Oh, Jack, you're going to have such a handsome cock when you're a man ... very handsome ... hard...."
Yeah, I know I'm perverted and psycho and everything else, Doc, but you got to remember that I was getting at that passionate age, and there I was with a mother more beautiful than a movie actress or nude model! And she loved me too. It wasn't like something you hear a preacher or a judge shooting off about as something being so sinful and evil. This was my mother and this was all I knew. To me, this was like some other kid's mother teaching him finger painting or taking him to the zoo. Maybe it wasn't like that, but I had to think it was.
When I used to masturbate a lot, you know, all I'd think about was how warm and sexy Mother was and how good her pussy looked. I met this kid, Johnny Matthews, and we were great buddies and used to jack each other off back then, too. And I swear I used to think about Mother.
This kid taught me a lot more about sex, also, see. Johnny knew where we could go peep in windows, where some girls lived who were careless with their drapes and blinds, or a married couple you could watch fuck. He had these comic books, too, you know. There was Dick Tracy with a cock on him two feet long and fucking it into Tess Truehart's cunt, and there was Junior with it stuck in Dick's ass. Smilin' Jack's girlfriend was the one who psyched me, man ... or maybe it was his wife. She reminded me of Mother, and this fuckbook with her, man, I could sit there looking at it and beat off for hours.
Johnny had a good way for tricking girls into letting us see their pussies and assholes too. He organized this club, see, and we met out in his garage. To join it, everybody had to show everybody else where they went to the bathroom. I mean, show their cock or cunt, and their assholes. When a girl would lean over this old carpenter's horse to show her ass, Johnny would pull down her panties, and I'd wet my finger and stick it in her pussy. Man, some of those girls screamed like hell, but there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it, because they would be in a lot more trouble than we would for letting a bunch of boys screw around with them like that.
We used to watch this woman, about thirty-five, with her boyfriend. We'd hide in the alley by this garage, see, and then when they closed the blinds, we could go right up to the window and look through where the bottom blind was broken. Man, I'd never seen a mouth job before, but when I saw that pretty gal kneel down and take his cock right from his pants and suck it, I flipped!
Johnny and I, we were giving each others' pricks hell! This was a good-looking gal with sweet lips, and this guy just had his cock and balls out of his pants and she was sucking away on that thing. She was almost naked, just stockings and garterbelt. When Johnny pumped my cock faster, I shot a load onto the side of the house, but my cock never went soft We kept right at it.
Seeing so many new and perverted things for the first time ... things I didn't even know people did, man, that psyched the hell out of me! I saw the guy tense up suddenly, and the girl pulled back, so that he shot a gallon of that come on her, it looked like ... cream all over her chin and tits and more dripping down. He took his hand and milked the last few drops into her open mouth. This was crazy! Goddamn, I must have come the second time about then.
The girl stood up and was smiling and rubbing that sticky cream all over her tits, into her navel and down to her box! The guy was getting himself completely stripped and then he lay naked on the bed, right on top of the girl, and they squirmed their bodies all around together in that come, and I saw his cock moving up again. Damn!
He started sliding down her belly until he was in between those beautiful, naked legs. He twisted himself around until he was in a sixty-nine position with her, sort of, and from where we were watching, we could see him open up that gal's pussy, and the inside was just like Mother's. Damn! I could even watch his tongue go all around in it and watch her move her ass and we could hear her scream from loving his cuntlapping so much.
That guy's cock started to get up a bone again, and the gal grabbed it and sucked it down into her throat. She wasn't going to be left out that time. She wanted to eat that man's cream! Goddamn! When they came together, their bodies were humping all over that bed, and I could see her juice draining down the guy's chin and his Adam's apple gulping away about as fast as hers. There was only a little bit of cream I saw seeping out her lips and around his cock. Man, I blasted off again!
Mother was still the only female I was having sex contact with all this time, but I was getting to know a lot about perverted sex. I got to liking it more and more when Johnny and I masturbated together, and I think right then was about the time I wanted to suck a cock too.
Wally, my seventeen-year-old boy cousin, came along about then, too. You know, for a visit one summer; and, hell, he thought he was going to show me something, thought I was a stupid little jerk of a kid. One night we were horsing around alone. Mother was out getting fucked by her brother ... that was Wally's father, and the guy says he's going to show me something wild.
Shit! Wally took out his cock, and I mean it was six inches at least! He worked it up to a good hard and talked about how he went through the parks and playgrounds (he lived about forty miles away in a good-sized town like ours) and would get these cute Utile black girls to suck him off for only a dollar, and how he'd suck their little pussies. One girl had big tits on her and charged him an extra quarter to suck them. Johnny said some of the girls closer to his age, they let him suck their cunts for nothing. One girl with a real body brought her black boyfriend along and he got sucked off by Johnny after she had her turn, and the boyfriend was so goddamn hot because he had been watching it and playing with his cock.
When he was telling me this, Wally kept beating his cock until he shot off in a coffee mug. That was really something, man, to see that big cock throw the cream in that cup. It made me think: when those guys were fucking Mother all the time, they were shooting all that stuff into her pussy. It made me jealous.
You know, you think from what I tell you, I was a child pervert, but it was really a pretty long time before I started doing the real things. And I was a pretty normal kid in other ways. Hell, I played good ball and the teams used to fight over me for a linebacker, man. I could block like hell and break his leg when I brought the other team's ball carrier down. Then ... what the shit ... the next day I'd be giving him a blow job because he sure couldn't fuck a girl with that big leg cast on.
It was all juvenile stuff, kids messing around with our cocks and talking about sex. In fact, we were afraid to do much to each other except for masturbating and a little suck off every once in a while.
About that time, Mom got to where she was pretty careless about her boyfriends when I was around. I think she was drinking a little too much, you know, and just never paid much attention. She'd stay in the bedroom with some guy over an hour, and I'd see her come out in just a see-through babydoll and go to the kitchen and get some ice. Once or twice, I saw her slip from her bedroom to the bathroom mother naked except for a big towel she was holding up at the top of her thighs ... to keep from drooling out some guys load, I guess.
I'll never forget one night when I woke up about one in the morning and sneaked out in the hall and peeked into the living room where I could hear her saying, "Oh, darling ... darling! Eat me more ... just one more bingo from your tongue, darling. Then ... oh, God that feels good ... keep it up! Then ... I'll drink you off ... suck out every drop of your come ... darling...."
Damn! My cock just about ripped through my pajamas getting up a bone ... just from hearing her talk, saying those things, the damn sexy way she was talking and moaning and carrying on. What I saw, made me slip my fingers around my cock and move it a little. Her brother was down there on his knees on the floor, and Mother was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and her cunt right up to the edge. My uncle was lapping and sucking and licking, making a hell of a lot of sexy slush sounds. But Mother! Oh, damn, she was naked and rolling her head back and forth and crying with joy. She had one finger trying to compete with her brother's tongue in holding her box open at top and working her clit. With the other hand, she was squeezing the shit out of her left tit and pinching the nipple until it was twice as red as the other one. The room was lit up ... every damn light on. She always did like to be able to see everything sexy too.
Well, my uncle didn't want his cock sucked, I guess, because when Mother came again, he came up from the floor with a hell of a hard cock and turned her around on the couch and rammed it to her. Mother let out a godawful scream, but it wasn't because she was hurting. I heard her say, "Oh, God, I love your cock. Nobody can fuck ... old-fashioned, wonderful fuck like you can." And then he said, "I'm gonna fuck you for a half hour, sis. Godamnit, you got the best fucking ass anywhere ... never get any as good as this ... at home. Whew! Let me soak it a minute. I was about to shoot."
In a few minutes, they were fucking up a storm again. I could see that cock going in and out of her pussy ... and she kept shoving it up to him. (I liked it better when I could see part of Mother's pussy, like the lips moving in and out and the hair). I jerked off right there and held it in my hand until I sneaked back to my bedroom and dried it off with tissues. Hell, I had to jack off two more times before I could go to sleep that night.
Watching that and thinking about it ... oh, shit, that psyched me up more than anything. Oh, hell, I know I say that all the time. But, you know, like now-when I do think about watching that-I'd never seen people up that close fucking before ... and watching Mother's own brother fucking her and eating her. It made me jealous, but not angry or hateful. I just loved to watch Mom enjoy that so much, and I knew that someday, I was going to be fucking her like a man too.
After that, Mother's pussy was the sexiest thing in the world to me. What I used to do to get psyched up enough to go crazy, man ... and I don't know how much Mother knew what I was doing ... right after she'd been with a lover, I'd come in her bedroom and put my head down in her lap. Oh, man, I could smell the sex that had been going on ... she was still moist, and that odor after she'd been screwing with her brother a long time, that used to blow my fucking mind!
You know one of my big fetish kicks is looking up women's or girls' dresses from the time I was old enough to remember and lay there on the floor looking up at grandmother's legs and her ass, but I didn't know what the hell it was all about then.
Later on, when I was still a young kid, I used to sit or squat when Mom leaned over, I could see up her ass. You know, I'd been naked with her and everything, but that looking up her dress, especially if she had on stockings and no panties, even if she had on panties and I could see those black hairs sticking out at the crotch ... oh, that used to get me so goddamn hot I'd play with myself. And I know she watched me sometimes.
I think that really psyched her too, how I couldn't keep my eyes off her body. That woman had the sexiest body of any woman ever lived. You know, I've been to the Pacific, Africa, Europe ... I've been about all over the world in the damn Navy, man, and I've been searching and searching for a body like that. Oh, I've found some good, nice, fuckable bodies and heads, and I'll tell you about them after I get over all this teenage stuff. But it had to be a combination ... a whole bunch of things like her personality and that close, sexy relationship. It has to be all of those things if a woman is going to give me all I want. And there isn't a woman in this world who has everything like mother ... mother had.
I must have been only about fourteen or fifteen that first time she just out and called me into the bedroom when this guy Tony was fucking her. Mom drank like a fish, you know ... alcoholic. Maybe that's why she did all this ... and with me, too. She was drunk that first time I crawled in bed with her and Tony, and I was pretty excited ... big hard-on, because I could be right there two inches away from this guy's big cock slipping in and out of her beautiful cunt so nice.
Oh, man, I was getting turned on to some new activities, and I thought this would be the greatest. But it was only the beginning!
CHAPTER TWO
GOING BOTH WAYS
I didn't know what to make of all this at first, see, because it was a completely new ball game Mom was calling. This guy Tony Ricco, he was a married guy about thirty or more, and liked to fuck Mother just about as much as her brother did. He gave her a lot of nice things and made payments on the car for her ... lots of things like that.
Well, there was this one night they came in the house together from a party, both drunk as hell, and they crawled in bed naked. Hell, I was used to crawling in bed with mother, so I just joined them. Mother laughed about it and didn't say much.
The feeling hit me, intuition, you know. I could tell this guy Tony, he wanted me to be there and watch. It psyched him. And I could tell, he wanted a chance to feel me up too. I lay there and watched them fuck, touching their bodies every once in a while when they were eating it sixty-nine style. I think Mother got a big sex kick out of me being with them, too. I know she did later when I was part of the program ... a threesome regular.
My uncle, the one Mother screwed with once or twice a week sometimes, he was alcoholic too, see. He drove a souped-up sports car like a son of a bitch and was always in trouble with the cops ... I mean, about traffic violations and being drunk. He wasn't a crook or anything like that. Well, I tell you, I think Mother used to get upset when I was younger sometimes, about her playing with my cock and me feeling her up and all. I think it really ... sometimes, when she wasn't drunk ... bugged her conscience a little bit that we were messing around like that. And the only other time I saw her real upset in the same way, looking like she plain wanted to die ... was the day her brother got killed.
The police came by and told her, "Mrs. Gordon, we just got a call from the State Police Barracks on the highway between here and Baltimore. You were expecting him for a visit, weren't you?"
"Yes ... yes, yes!" Mother answered in a panic.
"Well, Mrs. Gordon," the police officer told her in a way you could tell he was shook up himself, "he ran off the road and down an embankment into a creek. He was ... going about a hundred miles an hour. The ... police in Baltimore have already advised his wife...."
Mother said nothing for a full minute. She didn't move or change the look on her face ... nothing. The cop was just about to say he was sorry about it and then turn around to leave, when Mom began screaming. You'd call it hysterics, like a crazy woman. She was crawling the walls and trying to tear out her hair. And I'll never forget what she said: "Oh, God, they've killed him! Oh, God ... what'll I do without him ... can't live without him ... all I ever ... had...."
She wasn't trying to pin the blame on the cops when she said "they" killed him, even though the cops were always dogging him for speeding and drinking. I tell you, Doc, if I knew today who "they" were, I think I'd know more about my mother and myself, and what made her ... us ... like we were. It was like ... like she always thought there was some crazy, mysterious force or power that made her do all the sex things he did, and it drove her crazy, and the only thing she could do to keep from going into a mental hospital was to drink and get drunk, and she shared this ... thing ... with her brother. It was like both of them shared something so horrible they couldn't stand it ... it was tearing them up. So when she lost him, man, she was a lost woman.
The cops called in a doctor who gave her a shot of something. The next day, she was taken to a state mental hospital for a while, and I went up to my aunt's in Pennsylvania for the summer.
That was the first time I began noticing girls around my own age as being both sexy and obtainable. I played it real good guy at home, but, damn! There was this cute Utile girl, Jean Ann, who Uved at the farm next to my aunt's. Oh, man, she was young and sweet, just Utile buds for titties and hell, you know farm kids, they don't give a damn. We'd run around the pasture and her skirt would fly up ... holes in her panties and I could see the lips on her pussy and a little bit of cunthair.
Hell, Jean Ann and I got to be great lovers ... sex friends. I was the big boy from the suburbs of the big city, you know, and she believed anything I'd say. I'd go out to watch her climbing over a fence, see, and stay behind so I could look up to her ass and see everything she had, man, a cute little ass, and nice legs, developed, like on an older girl. Her thighs were big and had shape, and one day she tore her dress in front and I saw her little naval, and that shook me. I thought up this game we could play.
"Jean Ann," I said, "what if that barbed wire had torn your belly open? You'd have to go to the doctor.
Have you ever been to the doctor before?"
"Oh ... I been to Dr. Burger's in town," she said. "When I had a bad cold."
"Oh, he's just a hick country doctor. In the city, we've got real good specialist doctors, and they have to see if you got bad cuts where germs can get in," I told her serious as hell. "You better let me check to see if you got any germs. Of course ... I can't see it right unless you take off your dress and panties...."
That sweet, stupid, little doll! She didn't doubt me for a second. Oh, man, she pulled off that dress and pushed down her panties ... she didn't have on a bra or anything else. Oh, did I have me a good hard-on, man, and I laid her down in that grass and put my fingers in there. Damn! Just a thin growth of cunthair around that pretty slit. She'd giggle and say that was "nasty," but I just had to get my cock in that sweet pussy. Oh, hell, I lay over on top of her and started pushing the head in there and telling her some crazy story about how that was the "treatment" the doctor had to give her so the germs would all go away.
We wrestled around in that grass. I had my thumb in her asshole and my middle finger working her pussy, and I was damned if I wasn't going to get my cock in her pussy. "Damn, Jean Ann!" I said, "I got to put this thing in there before the medicine comes out all over your belly."
"You can't fool me, Jack," she said, and I knew she wasn't anywhere near as stupid as I had thought. "You want to screw me with that thing. You've got a hard-on. I've seen a hard-on before...."
"But you never got screwed with one?" I asked.
"No ... I'm not going to get pregnant and have a baby," Jean Ann said. Then she looked at me in this real wise way like she'd been around sex plenty, and maybe I was the stupid kid. She held my cock between her thumb and fingers and began to play with it, getting the damn cutest Utile looks on her face, like this was a fun game she'd played a lot.
"Jack?" she asked me.
"Yeah, Jean Ann."
"I never heard of a doctor giving anybody germ medicine down in my hole," she said, staring at me and opening her mouth to lick down her pretty little lips. "But ... if you're a doctor ... maybe you can give me the medicine in my ... mouth."
Oh, Jesus God! I thought I had a full hard-on, but when she came out with that and held my cock, she had to keep it still. It wanted to bust out of itself! She leaned over there and played the tip of her wet tongue over the head. Then just before she went on, she looked up at me with those sexy blue eyes, and said, "Jack ... Jack? You do want me to French you ... don't you...?"
Damn! I went nuts! Jean Ann slid her soft, wet lips over the side of my cock and began sucking it like she'd been eating guys for years! She sucked, built up a suction or vacuum, then let it go "plop," then catch my cock with her tongue and take it all back in her mouth. I told her just to suck real good, because I couldn't hold off any longer. I had the strangest sensations. I wondered if she'd swallow it or what. Shit, I didn't care. I let go with a big load and she kept sucking it out of me until she got the last drop.
I tried to say something to Jean Ann, but she ran behind some bushes and I could hear her spitting it out. I wanted to eat her pussy when she came back, but I knew she came two or three times when she had been sucking me and I was fingering her. I wanted to suck that pussy so damn bad. I also wanted to fuck her, and when I got a hard-on again playing with it a few minutes, I tried to stick it in Jean Ann's pussy, but she clamped those legs together and gave me the pregnancy lecture again.
"Well, Jean Ann," I said, kissing and sucking on her titties, then moving my mouth down her belly, "I guess I'll have to let you jack me off while I suck this sweet thing."
I had just had my first feel of the pussylips and that delicious taste after my tongue crawled over her hairs, when something hit me on the back of my head, and I nearly blacked out. I was seeing stars!
"You dirty, awful thing!" Jean Ann screamed at me (it had been her fist on my head). "You're a queer ... a freak! No boy does that to a girl unless he's a sex pervert. Get away from me now ... or I'll tell Mommy you tried to put your tongue in my hole...."
What goddamn logic, huh? It was okay for her to suck my cock off until she got all my cream in her mouth. Okay to talk sexy and fingerfuck. But that was where Jean Ann drew the goddamn line. That's all there was to that, and it was the best thing I'd ever had while it lasted. But I made up my mind right then, I was going to really fuck the shit out of a sexy, young girl like her before very long. I had to wait ... but I'll tell you about that later.
Mom was feeling a lot better and out of the hospital when I went home that September. Hell, she was living it up again, drinking and screwing with all kinds of guys. I was a little worried about her, but I sure wanted to have some more sex with her. Oh, man, Mom had one great body for sex.
It was strange when we first got together again. I slept in my bedroom, she in hers. Then the next night, Mom called me into the living room. Hell, I had me a good hard-on just looking at her titties (what I could see of them), and I sure wanted to play around with them. But she was so serious about everything. It was like she could read my mind and knew I'd been screwing around some with girls and probably sucked around some with boys. Anyway, I was sitting there in my underwear and she had on a robe. It must have been about seven or eight in the evening. The conversation's pretty easy to remember:
"Jack," she said, "I hope you try to be a very good boy ... about sex ... when you're away from home. Honey, some people think it's such an awful thing, and a person can get into so much trouble and have a terrible reputation if other people know about his sex life. Why ... if anybody in the neighborhood, or your friends at school, if they knew what you and I have done together, they might call the police and have both of us put away in one of those crazy hospitals."
"What for?" I asked her, and I was really a little confused about morals and all.
"Honey, so many other people just have different ideas about sex," she said, and I could tell it wasn't easy for her to talk about it. "So, Jack, you've got to promise me very faithfully, honey, that you'll never say anything about what we've done ... or that Mother has her boyfriends in the bedroom with her, or ... anything that goes on in the privacy of our own home like that. Will you promise me, Jack?"
"Sure ... sure, Mom," I said with a cross of my heart because I knew she was really dead serious, "I love you, Mom. I'd never tell anybody anything you didn't want me to. I don't want everybody knowing either. I want it to be ... just us."
The words stuck there, because it wasn't and it never would be "just us." No one man (and I wasn't even a man then) could ever give Mother enough sex. I knew that. It couldn't be "just us." And then, like she was reading my mind again, Mom said: "Well ... you don't mind my boyfriends ... my special friends, do you, Jack?"
"No ... no, Mom," I told her, remembering how psyched up I got watching her get fucked and eaten by her brother, and Tony, and ... God knows how many others she'd done it with. "I don't mind ... if you let me watch."
"Oo-oh! You're getting a hard-on, honey," Mom said with a very sexy smile. I swear that was the first time she started using the sexy words with me. She didn't come on too strong, you know, it just led on gradually until we would say things like "fuck,"
"shit,"
"I'm coming,"
"eat me, darling," and the other things you say when you're having hot sex ... good sex!
Oh, hell, I was so glad to be back home with her then. She took me by the hand into her bedroom and my damn cock jumped through the hole in my skivvies. Mom laughed and smiled and she opened up her robe to give me a big naked hug. Damn! That's what I wanted. The feel of that beautiful ass with my hands going down under each buttock to the top of her thighs, the way her tits mashed against my naked chest and I could feel the very slight roughness of each hard nipple. Oh, damn!
Mother was such a goddamn beautiful young woman still. Hell, she looked as sexy as one of those tall high school girls with big sexy thighs and big tits. I was hugging her warm body, and then she stepped back and took off her robe and was standing there mother naked! Oh, man, Doc, I was busting my mind! I hadn't been with her in three months!
We lay there in bed and hugged and kissed around a lot after I got naked too. Mom got over me once and let her big tits just drag all up and down my body, just the nipples touching me ... plus a little more. Then she took hold of my bursting cock and she had a special way of working it so that the sensation was damn good, but it didn't make me shoot off. She really knew how to take care of hot cock, man. She milked it down between two fingers and was telling me in passionate pants how it had grown so much since the last time we'd been together.
Oh, that was so great, man! Mom started kissing and tonguing my naked body then and dragged her tits across me again. I'd seen her do this with Eddie, and I knew what was coining. I knew it! She got down there ... looked up at me as she held my throbbing cock in her hand, and her lips quivered when she said, "Oh, Jack, honey ... oh, Jack, baby ... I love you, honey."
Goddamn, Doc, she ate me ... fellated me. Hell, I know all the right words too. She did me, Doc. It was the sweetest thing in the world ... Mom going down on it ... just like I was a real man! Jean Ann had good head, but Mother knew how to suck and stop, lick and stop. She was a genius to tell when a man was on the verge of coming, and she could stop it ... then work it up again. Her mouth was as good as any cunt. It was a cunt, dammit!
I was still hot when it was over and she had taken it all. That was what made her so much more sexy than Jean Ann, too. Mother was a real woman. She loved to eat a cock raw and take it all. I just can't tell you in words I know, how beautiful that experience was.
I kissed my mother. I kissed her all over and I licked between her legs, but I didn't really go down on her sopping wet pussy ... not then. Hell, don't ask me why. I just licked her and loved her all over that beautiful, naked body. I was hooked!
Now, I never want to say anything against Mom, but I swear she hooked me on sex with her all kinds of ways that night, because she wanted to get to me another way ... not that I cared. She had this thing going with her rich, married boyfriend, Tony. She told me he was coming back to see her the next week and he had told her he wanted to see me too.
I don't know whether this had anything to do with it, or how smart I really was then. But, by God, about two days later, I was walking along this street about a mile away from home, see. And I knew, I had been told by some guys at school that men came by there sometimes offering kids money for some messing around. Well, I was walking along slowly when this Ford slowed down and there's this man in it, a kind of skinny guy about thirty-five maybe. He stopped and said, "Hey, young man! Want a ride?"
I saw his eyes looking over me like he's hot onto me, man. So I jumped in the car, and it happened like I'd always heard about. He pulled out a bunch of real good fuck photos that turned me on plenty and had my cock working down my leg like a big worm until it was at full hard. And they were some beautiful pictures of sex.
In one of them, you could see these two young boys about my age with both their dicks in this pretty blonde French girl (it had some French words at the bottom, so I guess it was French). One boy had a small cock and it was up her ass in one picture, in the next, it was pulled almost out. From another way, in the two other pictures of them, the guy had his huge cock going in and out of this girl's cunt. She had a pretty smile on her face and was licking a lollipop.
There were some pictures of young women with dogs licking their pussies and, man, they had on real fancy dresses, but they were pulled up way over their stockings and their legs were apart, and the dog's licking away.
One girl who didn't look over ten, had a big bird dog screwing her with the funniest looking cock.
When I came to the place where there was a woman dressed like a French maid in a short black and white uniform sucking the cunt of this schoolgirl, I thought my cock was going to blast off by itself.
"Hey, sonny, you're gettin' a big bone up there, ain'tcha?" the guy driving the car disturbed my fantasies as I looked down and saw the outline of my cock plenty clear in those tight fitting khaki pants. "Lemme see that there thing, sonny ... awfully big for a young boy like you...."
"How much you give me to let you taste it?" I busted right out without even thinking. Well, he didn't mind straight talk, that was for damn sure. He pulled out a dollar bill and stuck it up under the sun visor, and he said I could take it with me when he let me out.
A buck seemed okay to me then, so I nodded and he drove the car in behind a bunch of billboards where nobody could see us. Son of a bitch! That man had a cock on him like I never saw, because I'd never seen a real "curver" job like that. It was so damn long too. I thought he was full hard, but when he fished in my unzipped fly to get out my cock, his blew on up like a life raft when you pull the compressed air valve.
Man, he loved my cock! He ducked down there and suctioned it into his mouth and went to work. His tongue slipped around it too, so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Jean Ann sucking it again. But Jean Ann didn't have any whiskers. He knew some tricks that little cousin didn't know about that almost made up for it, and I still had those fuck photos to look at when I pumped my ass up to his face. He reached down with his hands and took out my balls and ran his finger up around my asshole. Man, that was some feeling. I got down my pants and shorts, so he could lick all around my balls and under them, if he wanted to.
Oh, man, he was wheezing and puffing and panting. I bet he never had a cock like mine, and I don't mean to sound conceited, but I know Mom only liked the best, and she always told me mine was better than anybody's. Well, when this guy would come up for air or, you know, he'd stop a minute and wipe off his mouth, he'd talk to me sexy. Oh, that psyched me up to hear him say, "Goddamn, you got a sweet cock! You got just enough sweet cheese to make it taste good, too ... taste natural and healthy. You must work up a good sweat playin' games. Damn, boy, I want to lick these balls too, an' suck 'em right inside my mouth. They dropped right recently, I bet ... always tell a lot by a young boy's balls. Don't worry. I ain't gonna bite 'em I like this stuff too much. I wanta eat you all up, boy. Oh ... you sure got a sweet dick...."
Hell, I didn't care. When he got through sucking me till his mouth was sore, he asked me to suck his. That was the first time I ever did it with a man and, you know, it wasn't any big thing? I was psyched a little, but I wasn't going crazy over it like it was a cunt. And I wasn't scared either. I got down and put it in my mouth, great big damn thing with that curve in it, and it had a smell to it I'll never forget. I sucked on it and he came shooting off in my mouth with a great big load right away.
I couldn't swallow it. I didn't gag or anything. I just didn't want to swallow it ... not then. I let him milk it down until it was all out, and then I just spit it out like Jean Ann did that time with me....
Young girls, teenagers and women have always been my real bag, you know. But back then, you had to accept a substitute sometimes, and it's always so damned easy to get a cock to suck or some fellow to bung with. I found that out right then, and I was sucking cock pretty regularly for a while.
Dooley was my best buddy at school and we were always talking about sex and figuring ways to look up girls' dresses, teachers' dresses ... and, you know, there was this one doll of a girl, Marcella, who was a Greek girl. She was the prettiest thing with the most fully developed body you ever saw. Her thighs were so nice, they reminded me of Mom's. Her legs and ass and titties were really great!
Marcella wore real short skirts and she didn't care how high they got when she was sitting in class and squirming her ass around. Dooley and I, we used to both get a bone on looking at her in study hall. The funny thing was this old fart, Mr. Lowry. He was a math teacher and he was in charge of that fourth period study hall, see ... old guy about fifty ... fat, baldheaded. In study hall, he didn't have a regular teacher's desk. It was more like a table about the size of a desk, but no drawers, and you could see right under it.
This sexy cunt, Marcella, damn! She had to know what she was doing to that old fart. He always looked at her legs when she sat two student desks in front of him and wiggled her ass so he could probably see her pussy ... damn! Well, Dooley and I used to watch him and almost had to try to start coughing to keep from busting out laughing. Mr. Lowry would get a hard-on you could tell because his pants to his suit were always too tight and thin, and that cock stuck out like an outline, you know. And that old fart would sit there rubbing it and rubbing it, and clacking his false teeth and pushing them back in place with his tongue. I think he was wearing a rubber or something [like I have done many times in my life] and got himself off watching Marcella's legs and ass, because sometimes after he'd rub a while, that bulge in his trousers would go back down, and he'd quit looking at her and pick up a damn book to read or start grading some of his algebra papers from his classes.
Both Dooley and I, we had lunch period after study hall, and we'd grab a quick sandwich in the cafeteria and then go out into this sort of alley behind the auditorium. Damn, I look back on that and it's funny as hell, both of us sitting there jacking each other off like crazy, man. We'd let the come squirt on the cement and then wipe out dicks off with handkerchiefs. (I wonder if our mothers ever knew what it was when they did the wash?)". One time, Dooley cut the head of his cock on a piece of tin can by the garbage dump there. He told the school nurse it happened while he was sitting on the toilet and messing with his Boy Scout knife to cut loose some threads on his shorts. She gave him a damn tetanus shot, but Dooley also got to know what it was like to have a young nurse hold his cock in her hand.
Yeah ... Dooley and I, we really did some crazy things, I tell you. When we'd spend the night together, I could suck his cock off five times ... and he'd get me to go six or seven, until his damn jaw got hung up and nearly locked on him. Man, that put the fear of God into me! What if the son of a bitch bit off my cock? But that was when I started to take a guy's come, every drop of it. I liked it too.
Dooley was the first guy ... the first guy I ever bunged all the way in the rear and let him bung me too, until balls were biting ass. I used to like to jack him off by reaching for his cock underneath when I was bunging him. Mother raised hell about the sheets. I told her I must have had a wet dream, but she knew better. She knew Dooley and I were getting each other off some way. Knowing what I found out later, I guess Mother would have liked to have been in bed with both of us ... and then there wouldn't be any come wasted on the bedsheets.
But that damn Greek girl, Marcella. What a fucking body! Guys drooled all over the place looking at her in shorts or a bathing suit. One Saturday, Dooley and I were down at the swimming pool. You know, this was a nice neighborhood, community pool, back before there were so many slums and new laws. This was like a nice country club pool today.
Well, there was this slope of grass that led up to the pool and Dooley and I were lying side by side on our bellies, just talking, you know. So Marcella walks down and says "Hi!" to us. Damn! She had a body that any man would give his last dime for! And she was wearing one of those little one-piece bathing suits about three sizes too small for her.
Marcella lay down on her belly, too, on the grass right on up in front of us, and that suit was all the way up the crack of her ass. You could see those juicy cheeks about half way up, like with ballerina tights, only these were flesh naked, man. Dooley and I were rubbing our cocks against the ground by twisting our asses around, and finally he says, "Hey, Marcella! Why don't you turn over and spread your legs too ... so we can see if you've got any pussyhair?"
That goddamn little bitch! She turned right over on her back, propped herself up on her elbows, spread her thighs and looked straight down at us, laughing like hell. Damn! You could just about see everything, where the tight crotch of that suit was stretched even tighter and her pussy lips were pushed out on either side of it. Goddamn! She said to us: "You gimme a dollar, and I'll pull it open so you can see everything."
Oh, my God, man! Dooley and I got all the change we had out of the pockets of our trunks, and all it totalled was 54 cents. She laughed at us again and said she wouldn't ever show her pussy to anybody for that. What she didn't know was that the crotch was so tight we were looking at the lips of it anyway. Then she said, "For that 54 cents ... I'll let you see my tits ... the nipples and everything ... ha-ha ... you guys have both got erections and rolling them against the grass ... haha! I bet you'll mess up your trunks."
We told her, hell, yes, come on down and get the money, and let us see her tits. We were both about to shoot off, and she laughed again about our asses wiggling so much.
"Hey ... wait a damn minute, Marcy," Dooley said, stopping her in her tracks. "How the hell are you gonna let us see your titties with that bathing suit on? You pull it down to your waist and somebody's likely to come over that hill. B'sides ... those people at the picnic table over there might see...."
"You're stupid, Dooley," she told him with a smirky laugh. "We just trade places. You guys go up and sit down where I was and look down here. I'll lay on my stomach and loosen the top straps like I didn't want the strap marks on my suntan. When I see everything's safe ... I'll get up on my elbows and you can see down to my belly button, nipples, tits, and all."
Man, was that something to see! We didn't sit to look at her, but lay down at a sort of angle, so we could still jack off with friction of the ground, and looked back and down at her. Marcella's tits were firm and big! No damn droop. She lifted way up twice and got a damn kick and a laugh out of how shook up Dooley and I were.
The cones around her nipples were big, and they stood out ... big cleavage in between them, man, and I think Dooley and I shot off in our trunks about the same time.
"For two dollars, you can feel one of them and kiss it," she said.
"For how long?" I asked her. "One minute," she said.
"Piss on you," was Dooley's reply, and we both went up and jumped in the pool so that the water would wash all the come out of our trunks.
Marcella would have probably sold her ass and all for five dollars, but it's like going grocery shopping just after a big steak dinner. She picked the wrong time for her sales pitch.
When I went in the kitchen door after several hours at the pool that day, I could hear Mother and Tony Ricco in her bedroom, both drunk as hell. Tony was a crude kind of bastard, but one of those big, good-looking, black curly-haired woman chaser kinds. He was a heavy equipment operator and made damn good money because he was at top scale and worked ten or fifteen hours overtime.
I walked on in the room with them, and the first thing Tony said to me was, "Goddamn, boy ... I ain't seen you in a long time. Has that dick got any bigger? Ha-ha ... heee!" He laughed like a goddamn maniac. But I sure did love to watch him fucking Mom. They psyched me more than anything. Mother just loved cock and never could get enough.
And Tony was big and hard then and she was begging him to, "Fuck my cunt, you goddamn ape!" Oh, shit! She wrapped those beautiful legs around him as soon as the cock slid into her pussy, and I tell you I never heard her talk so damn sexy in my life!
Oh, I stripped off and crawled right in bed with them there. I started to suck Mother's left tit, and I could feel the nipple swell up in my mouth so good while I was sucking and licking it, and I got to thinking about that goddamn Marcella. She had ones that were great and real young, but I bet she wouldn't know how to get a person really sexed up for doing it all the way.
Tony was plowing his cock fast, and Mother yelled out, "Go, Tony! Go! Suck harder ... Jack! Bite it! Tony! No! Don't come yet ... more fuck ... ah-h!" She was having another orgasm, but she wanted more. Tony couldn't hold it. I looked down there at the real action and, I swear, if I think about it now, I swear I could see how Mom was using her cunt muscles to milk him out when he came.
Mother was screaming and cursing at him because she had wanted more cock. He grabbed my hand and put it on his limp dick and said I had to get it up again for him because Mom might get hysterical if she didn't have some more of it. Of course, I think Mom could have been satisfied if both of us had taken turns eating her, but Tony said when she was in a cock mood, she had to be fucked!
Well, what the hell. I was hot and ready to go for just about anything ... like I get now sometimes. I got down there and sucked that lifeless cock of his until I could feel it grow in my mouth, bigger but not better than when I felt Mother's nipple getting hard in my mouth. I think that's why I like to suck cock, you know ... not that I'm a cocksucker ... it's just better than nothing when there's not some titty and cunt around that I can go with. Or ... well, at a swinging party, I guess I like to suck cock because it's something different. Shit, I don't know. All I know is Tony was up a bone again in about five minutes, so I figure I'm a pretty damn good cocksucker ... or else he had a hard-on for teenage boys, which I think he did.
I just remembered something else, so I can't believe I'm exaggerating on this now. I remember this particularly. It was the taste of Mother on Tony's cock that psyched me the most right then ... knowing it had been way down deep in her cunt and fucking it ... like I never had. Man, did they ever have a good fuck after that. I couldn't get Mother to be still enough for me to suck her titty again. She must have had fifteen or twenty orgasms because Tony held out and fucked her cunt for half an hour or more before he shot off in her.
Most of Mother's boyfriends were a little perverted, you know, and I think she was a little jealous sometimes of their wanting to mess with me when we had threesomes or more. Shit, I got to see Mother fucked every way there is-in the mouth, the ass, pussy ... between her tits ... everywhere. One old shit, he never wanted to do anything but get naked with her and then have her he on her belly while he put his cock in between the cheeks of her ass and went to moving it in there until he shot off. He didn't fuck her ass ... just in the crack, the cleavage, and he wanted me to squat and jack off so he could try to catch my come in his mouth from about six inches away. What a fucking freak. But ah that stuff psyched me up good, man.
There was Bernie and Max, Mother liked them a lot They were real class and money, professional men like my father was. Bernie drove a Caddy deViUe and Max had a brand new Jag. When they took Mother out, they went to places where dinner cost twenty or thirty dollars, and they bought her jewelry and furs, too.
Oh, hell ... I know what all that sounds like ... makes you think Mom was a whore. But she wasn't! She'd have fucked around with Bernie and Max if they never bought her anything but a six pack of beer. These guys had money, and they had some pretty way out ideas. I think Mom was real jealous of Bernie, because a lot of times when Max was fucking her, or they were doing skty-nine, Bernie would hug me and kiss me and get down and suck my cock, lick my ass ... everything.
All of this, you know, it was plain hot sex for me, except I never liked the feel of his whiskers when he kissed me on the mouth, or put his tongue in my mouth. This is the way it's always been with me, and still is, that I've never liked to talk lovey or kiss a man on the mouth. That's what a real queer does and I don't dig that ... no, sir!
Mother used to shack up with her boss, I think (maybe others, too) and she would be gone for three or four days at a time. I know, with her gone a lot, I was getting into a lot of mischief around school and just in general. I was always trying in every way to look at girls' asses, and I got caught once hiding in one of the toilet stalls in the girl's room at school, where I could peek through a crack into the next one. Man, it was hot stuff while it lasted!
It really psyched me to see these pretty little gals come in that stall, close the door, then yank up their skirts and pull down their panties as they sat down to pee. The best look I had was when they spread their legs read wide to wipe their pussies. Oh, damn! I could see how much hair each girl had, and it gave me the biggest psychs I knew to be in class and watch a girl moving her ass around at her desk, and know that I had seen her whole pussy, or maybe even her asshole!
See, when the girls had to wipe off after peeing, they sometimes would sort of turn in one direction or another. If they turned their ass in the direction of the crack I was looking through, I could see all that naked ass about two inches away from my eyes and see that hand with the toilet paper reach under to the cunt and wipe off the "dew drops." I'd jack off right into a wad of toilet paper and go crazy when I saw that. It gave me another fetish ... about girls in bathrooms, I think.
The trouble was, it was one of those things you call an irresistible impulse, I think. I stayed in there hidden for about fifteen minutes every day during my lunch period, because I thought that sooner or later, I'd get to see Marcella. I wanted to look at her naked ass and cunt more than anything else then. I saw a lot of sweet young ass and pussies, but I got caught and got hell before I ever had a chance to get a free look at Marcella's cunt. They wanted to send me to some shrink for kids especially, but I cried and all, and I got the principal to change his mind with my promise never to do it again and to concentrate on my studies more.
You know, I've studied a lot about psychology and all myself, and it doesn't help me, but at least I understand more and know that other men have all been through a lot worse perversions and mental sicknesses than I have. Hell, why should I want to get cured? I'm telling you, if I couldn't have my perverted sex to look forward to, I might as well be a fucking vegetable growing in some shrink's garden. [It is interesting to note that he expresses a desire, not just to be a vegetable, but to be a vegetable growing in a "shrink's" (psychoanalyst's) garden, i.e.-he wants to be "eaten" by the authoritarian symbol, to bring the man down to his own level of sexual desire and manifestation.]
Anyway, I know that other men have had this real strong urge to hurt or even kill some girl if she won't put out, or laughs at you because you go so crazy to get to her that you feel like a little shit instead of a real man. You can have a string of bad luck in trying to get pussy, and you hate every goddamn female there is! They're all fucking whores! Shit on 'em!
I was feeling that way when Marcella had been teasing me for so damn many months. I had dreams about that ass of hers, and about sucking on those nipples of her titties until they turned blue. I had seen the lips of her pussy and just a tiny bit of cunthair when that tight bathing suit was up into her crotch, and I used to grab my cock and jack it off real hard and curse her name, wishing I was forcefully ramming it all the way inside her cunt ... fucking the hell out of her and having one big, huge, tremendous blast of an orgasm.
For five dollars, she used to tease me, I could get in bed naked with her and feel all I wanted to, but she didn't want to lose her cherry. For another two dollars, I could suck her tits, cunt and asshole. Shit! Fuck that bitch! Even if I had a way to get the seven dollars, I'd rather rape her ass and go to reform school. You're goddamn right! I wanted to hurt that bitch. You'd think my fucking around with Mother and her boyfriends would have been enough, but it wasn't. No one man could satisfy her. No one female could satisfy me. But don't misunderstand me. Mother was the best, and I hadn't even really fucked her. I dreamt about it so much, I guess it seemed like I had.
I had me an air rifle then. It wasn't one of those little one-pump B-B guns. This was the kind you could keep pumping as long as you had strength to make the pressure greater. It could dig into a person's flesh at fairly close range as well or better than a .22-short. So, I took my air rifle and pumped it up about halfway, and I waited for Marcella to come along by the pool one day. When I saw her, man, she was swinging her ass and half of those goddamn cheeks were naked in that tight bathing suit. Man, I took aim ... real careful aim ... and popped her right on the left cheek of that ass. She let out a scream you could hear for a mile, but I stayed in those bushes and pumped it about three more times and, damn, if I didn't sting her on the other cheek too!
I was so goddamn excited, I came in my pants before I took off out behind the bushes, knowing Marcy hadn't even seen me. Oh shit, what a stupid ass I was. I was a sadist. I had popped off when she screamed the loudest, and there was that old irresistible impulse in a different way. I could hurt girls like that, and cream off when they screamed! I jerked off thinking about it, and remembering the look on Marcy's face when she got hit that second time, and the red mark on her ass where the bullet dug into that soft flesh. Oh, damn!
The next Saturday, I bought me a whole box of B-B's and I loaded up the rifle and hid out behind the bushes. I was able to put a whole bunch of B-B's in the chamber, but they only cocked into place one at a time, and when I shot, it used all the pressure I'd built up. But I practiced until it only took me a few seconds to pump it three times, and that gave it all the power it needed at that close range.
I went crazy that damn day ... delirious! Every girl with a cute ass who came by there, I got her on the ass, sometimes both cheeks. I had my cock hanging out of my pants, and I was coming with about every other ass I hit. The goddamn way those girls looked when I hit them! Oh, damn! And each one would pull the bathing suit up over her naked ass to see what it was hit her. I was going out of my head! Until the police came.
I knew they were coming about two seconds before they got to me, so the first thing I thought of was to get that cock back in my pants and zip up. They might get me for using an air rifle to pop girls in the ass with, but I'll be damned if I was going to let them call me a sex freak. [Note that Jack realized at that age that what he was doing was "abnormal" according to society. His unconscious and conscious mind knew the mores to which he was expected to live up. Sex, to Jack, was an innately "evil" thing. And he used this as rationalization, making no attempt to control these "abnormal" emotions and desires.]
Man, I was nervous as hell in juvenile court. Marcella's father was a lawyer, and he had seven sets of the girls' parents sign a complaint against me for popping the kids' asses. The judge gave me a big damn lecture about a boy so mature as me, my age and all, should be punished severely for doing a horrible thing like that (one of the pellets had punctured Marcy's flesh and they had to have a doctor get it out of her ass).
I was told very strongly that I could be sent to reform school until I was twenty-one. I could be sent away to a mental hospital as a defective delinquent for maybe the rest of my life. I was so shook up, I sat down and cried like a sick, fucking baby! I could have killed myself for breaking down like that! But I guess it saved my ass in a way.
My father was there. I hadn't seen him in years. He didn't even speak to me, just looked at me in a kind of disgusted way, then looked at Mother even worse, like what I did was all her fault. Shit! He was dressed up in a two hundred dollar suit and had a Caddy with a chauffer outside. I don't know why the hell he did it ... he never said a word to me, but he did ask permission to speak with the judge in his chambers.
When they came back out, my father nodded toward Mom and me with this smile ... his damn victory smile. He didn't give a shit about Mother or me either one. He just wanted to show what a big, important, rich son of a bitch he was ... show us what we were missing.
The judge had a private talk with Marcy's father and the other parents, then they all came back out and we sat down. What happened was that my father had promised to send me to this very, very strict military school until I graduated from high school, and pay any reasonable medical and injury claims by the girls' parents, if they would give me a suspended sentence or put me on parole. Marcy's father and the others had agreed to let it go at that.
Summer was almost over, so the schools were about to start up again anyway. They sent me to one of these real expensive and executive fucking places where a lot of people with money send their delinquent bastards, queers, all the fucking misfits.
I wasn't looking forward to that one damn bit. But I had a few pleasant surprises ahead of me....
CHAPTER THREE
THIS IS IT!
At first, the only thing sexy I ever saw at the military school was the twenty-three-year-old Negro woman who worked in the kitchen. I heard they had dances with cunts from this exclusive girl's school about forty miles away, but that was only once a year, and tightly chaperoned. If you could get one of those little cunts alone though, they'd almost rape a guy. They were as hard up as we were.
Of course, a hell of a lot of freaks in the military school weren't hard up at all. They were having the biggest ball in their lives with all these boys around. Hardly anybody ever messed with me ... unless I wanted it. I got letters in football, baseball, basketball, volleyball, and soccer. I was still a goddamn good linebacker, and these kids at military school were pretty scared little bastards when you got right down to it.
You know, these idiots had been so disciplined, so trained, so screwed up all their lives, they couldn't make out a cat like me. You could see the look on their faces, asking themselves, What the hell is he in here for? What's the matter with him? What's his hang-up? Shit, I bet nearly half the bastards there were cocksuckers and would give it or take it up the ass.
I was in that damn school for five years, and when it came time to go home for the summer or for any kind of holiday, it was like getting paroled from prison. Not that it was all spit and shine and snap shit. That was the bad part, the military discipline and crap. But there were plenty of cute little asses on the younger kids, and I got hard-ons in the shower, and had my share of everything. One guy I remember had a real tiny cock and he was built like a woman, had titties and all, a cute ass that was big and round. Six of us gang raped him out in the court one weekend. He raised all kinds of hell that first time. The next semester, he was begging guys who could keep up a good bone to ram it to his ass.
Now, look, Doc ... I was no pansy fag, not one of the prissy, limp-wristed bastards who liked to kiss and hug and all that gay crap. I was a five letter man, and you better believe everybody knew it. I wasn't the king of the road either. At first, I was just a frosh, a plebe, a nothing. I had to take all the crap the upperclassmen handed out and all the military shit the instructors and officers bugged us with.
The Cadet Colonel, the student commander of all the cadets, was a prick named Vandermeer ... son of a real Brigadier General or something. He was a real son of a bitch! Cool as hell, but a sadistic bastard! See, Vandermeer was as queer as anybody, but he got his kicks in a different way. You know all the psychology of this, Doc, but I'm going to tell you like it was. Vandermeer used to call a lot of the cadets "lousy fags," and think he was the most virile son of a bitch alive.
Well, we had this real gay queen about twenty years old. He wasn't mentally retarded, but he was only in the 11th grade. He flunked all the subjects he could because he never wanted to get away from all that cock. This guy was tall and lanky, looked more like a man than a kid. Oh, man, when he'd catch a few of us in the shower room with good cock, his little old dick would jump up and he was in heaven, man ... just looking at us. He liked to grab a guy and tongue kiss him and talk shit, like, "Oh, honey, I love your lips....Oh baby, you're so sweet....Oh honey, let me be your daily cocksucker. I can do it so good you can close your eyes and think my mouth is a cunt. I've got muscles in my throat that'll make you come back for seconds...."
Sucking and bunging is one thing, but I told you before I don't like that love crap or the feel of whiskers on me. So, there I was. I was a damn fifteen-year-old plebe, and I had to knock the shit out of a twenty-year-old upperclassman. I sent him sprawling across the wet tile floor until his head banged against a shiny brass pipe and the shower handle, and cut a two inch gash in his scalp.
That was the kind of thing you kept away from the Commandant or the instructors, see, because they never wanted any homo stories to get out and ruin the reputation of that fag house. Crap! Anyway, Jimmy tells the doc who put in the four stitches that he slipped and fell in the shower accidentally. But he gives Cadet Colonel Vandermeer a different line, and two nights later I was called into the Cadet Colonel's room after all the staff of adults had long gone to sleep.
Vandermeer was standing there trying to look like Alexander the Great, in full dress uniform with his saber at his side (maybe Napoleon), and he's staring down at me like I'm trash, man, and he was going to be the one to dump me into the incinerator ... or order somebody else to do it.
"Why did you hit Cadet Corporal Torry?" he blasted at me (as if he didn't know the whole thing).
"Sir, Corporal Tony made a homosexual advance at me in the shower room," I told him with complete honesty. "I had to hit him, sir. I didn't mean to injure him like that. He banged his head against the pipe and shower handle and...."
"Corporal Torry!" Vandermeer screamed at Jimmy, "did you make a homosexual advance to this plebe?"
"Oh ... no, sir ... absolutely never," Jimmy lied with his faggy grin, and Vandermeer smiled back at him ... the bastard!
"Very well, Corporal!" Vandermeer snapped, then he turned to me and laid it on like he was a damn four star general. "As an experienced leader in this cadet corps, I am well aware that those who accuse others of being homosexuals are, in fact, themselves homosexuals. I think you probably tried to put Corporal Torry's male organ into your mouth, that he rejected you, and that you became desperate because of your homosexual madnesss and hit...."
"That's a goddamn he!" I cried out.
Wham! Vandermeer unhooked his scabbard with the saber in it and belted me across my gut until I doubled over from pain and breathlessness. When I was lying on the floor trying to breathe, he yelled at me to stand at attention, threatening to beat me over the head if I didn't.
"See this, Gordon?" he screeched at me like a mad man, drawing out his saber and slicing a piece of paper into bits with it. "I could cut off your cock and balls both with one slash! You talk to me like that again ... or fail to say 'sir,' and I'll fix you so you'll wish you were dead!"
That did it. I don't guess Vandermeer would have actually castrated me or cut off my cock, but I sure wasn't going to take any chances. I'd have to put up with whatever he had in mind, I figured.
"Corporal Torry!" he yelled at Jimmy, "Go out the back way very quietly and get Lucy to come up here."
That goddamn smile on Jimmy's face as he snapped a salute and walked out was downright fiendish, like a madman. Who or what was Lucy? If I'd been there longer, I'd have known. In fact, I guess I would have been pleased, because in just a few minutes, Jimmy returned with a very sleepy-eyed Negro woman in her twenties. She was wearing a robe over an old nightgown. I remembered that I had seen her working in the kitchen before, and she was built like a brick shithouse ... but a real dark black from the South with the kind of subservient attitude which was immediately recognizable when she came in and stood before Vandermeer like he was some kind of white god.
"Lucy!" the Cadet Colonel addressed her with authority, "I want you to tell this plebe, Cadet Private Gordon, what your problem is?"
"I's frigid, sir," she stated, like it was something she had been taught, or else had repeated many times.
"Explain that in plain, fucking words to Gordon!" Vandermeer ordered her, his teeth showing in a sadistic smile. "Tell him exactly what you mean by that. Tell him!"
"Yessuh, Master Colonel!" Lucy said fearfully; and then she turned right toward me and removed her robe and nightgown both. She was a little too plump in the stomach, but I liked those big tits and that black thatch of cunthair below the curve of her belly.
"I is a 'hard-comer,' Mistah Gordon," she started, again seeming to speak from memory or repetition. "It take a man with a good hard dick 'most over a half hour to take my pussy wiggle and gimme that goo-ood feeling. No sissy can't evah stay up a bone that long.
"All right, Lucy ... you get in position over there," Vandermeer ordered, and all the others gathered around with crazy smiles on their faces, one guy rubbing his cock through his trousers already. "Gordon! You will disrobe completely and be made to pass three tests to prove you are not a homosexual! First of all ... observe Lucy as she bends over that boot stool of mine. See the crack! See her asshole and cunt sticking back at you? Well ... answer!"
The scabbard of his saber whacked across my bare ass as I was undressing, and I screamed, "Yes, sirV At first, I didn't get all of this. I wasn't putting two and two together right or something. I couldn't see how anyone could call this punishment unless ... And then I understood some of it. Most of these guys were from the Deep South. Of course, every Southern boy, so I'm told, has screwed a black. But it would be hurniliating to be forced to perform a sexual act with one, particularly several sexual acts of different kinds. It would be to them. They didn't know what a freak I was. Or ... maybe I was normal. Looking down at that naked ass and staring right into the gaping cunt psyched me so much I was hard as a rock ... cock sticking straight out. And that obviously upset Vandermeer and the other upperclassmen.
"Well ... we got a real exhibitionist here, haven't we?" Vandermeer said, trying to toss off his obvious disappointment. "In that case, we'll have to go to number four. Since you have no trouble with that thing being hard without even touching it ... the first test will be the ass test ... just to see how hard it is. Torry, the Vaseline please"
"Git it plenty grease up, Mistah Colonel," the naked Lucy asked with fear in her eyes as she turned her head toward us. "I don't want it bust open or nuthin'."
"Don't worry, Lucy," Vandermeer promised her, patting her big naked ass to make it jiggle just a little bit ... like a bowl of real firm gelatine dessert. "If Gordon hurts you ... if there's so much as one bit of blood ... we tie him down and you get to beat the shit out of him! I mean it!"
The first test was supposed to have been my getting a hard-on just from looking at that black cunt and ass, but I had fooled them, with the result that now I was supposed to let Jimmy grease up my hard cock with Vaseline and apply some to Lucy's puckered asshole and work it in a little.
"Oh-oh, that sho feel goo-ood!" she said, squirming her ass around in midair when Jimmy stuck a couple of greased fingers up her ass.
"Gordon!" Vandermeer yelled at me.
I stood right at attention (my cock too) and answered, "Sir?"
It was explained to me that I had to get in position behind Lucy and I was to be given only one try to aim and put my cock all the way into her asshole. I was warned not to screw her ass, but to get in balls deep with that first thrust.
"One! Two! Three!" Vandermeer called out. "Go!"
I was down on my knees right behind Lucy's ass. That seemed to be just about right in that my cock was right at the level of her asshole. What I was afraid would happen was that my cock would hit maybe just a fraction below that greased asshole and take the path of least resistance, and slip down into her open pussy. Man, was I sweating. I sure wanted to fuck that gal, but I still wasn't a hundred percent sure of what the next two "tests" would be.
Hell, man, I took straight aim and lunged forward. When the head of my cock was about a half inch away from the hole and looked like it was going to hit stright as an arrow, I closed my eyes. Now, that gave me a weird sensation. I breathed easier right away when just the head seemed to take hold, and I pushed a lot harder, and felt it go all the way into the tightest thing I'd ever felt. I knew her pussy wouldn't have grabbed and held me like that after I got in.
"All right, Gordon!" Vandermeer directed. "Bring it right out and slip it down in her cunt, start screwing, plebe ... either a hah hour without shooting off, or until you can make Lucy come. Go!"
Lucy moved her ass around a lot as I was fucking her. She made little grunt and giggles, and backed into me sometimes so the penetration was maximum. As we were going at this, each man in turn lay under Lucy's mouth and got the suckingest damn blow job I'd ever seen. This girl was sex-sex-sex! This was probably something she looked forward to. And she was wiggling and working her ass every way she knew to try and get me off. But I did her one better. I knew the clit was the pleasure point in a cunt, and screwing from the back, it was hard to get any friction on it. I started slower strokes, still so fired up I didn't think I could hold out. I went in way deep each time, so that my balls whacked her clit with each penetration.
Damn! I could tell she was loving it, breathing faster, moaning more, each time I hit it. But it was still a mad race. I knew I couldn't hold on for more than a few strokes. And then, man I could feel it in her. She was right up on it, and I banged her with one more stroke and yelled, "Oh, fuck it! I'm coming!"
That did it. Lucy screamed and yelled for about two minutes straight, and I just left my primarily limp cock in there to soak. I could feel her vaginal muscles trying to pull me back in, but there was no doubt in anybody's mind that Lucy had had one hell of a climax.
"Now, Gordon," Vandermeer called to me, clearly disappointed. "The last test ... to prove that you are not a homosexual as has been charged by Cadet Corporal Torry. Lucy will lay on her back on the towels there, and you will clean out the kitchen! Every drop of it! I want to see an almost dry pussy, Gordon!"
All the others teased the shit out of me and made crude remarks about "anybody who'd eat nigger pussy would eat crap." But I didn't care. Lucy had great eating pussy. I liked the crisp feel of her cunthairs, the drinking of our sex juices, the sort of rough, firm feel of the inside flesh as she pulled it way open with both hands and I was into it up to my nose and my tongue kept lapping. I was even getting a hard-on again when Vandermeer stopped me and inspected Lucy's pussy.
"Okay, Gordon!" he snapped at me. "You've passed the tests. Maybe you're a bisexual. Men! Should we call in Jory and see if he likes to suck a little black cock?"
There were several cheers that went up, cheers of approval, but then one of the guys pointed out how late it was and Vandermeer said that if I ever was accused of anything like that again, I would have to take the "homosexual test" with Jory, the big Negro dishwasher who was supposed to have ten inches.
That was my introduction to the screwed up double standard at military school. Hell, we blew each other and had fun in our own little private groups or twosomes, and as long as everybody cooled it, there was no problem. The only thing every cadet was trying to figure out was who Vandermeer was getting to. He must have had himself some boy lovers. Damn, maybe this Jory or even Jimmy Wallis were his private pieces....
Mom looked the most welcome and beautiful I'd ever seen her when she came down to the school to take me home for the first four-day holiday weekend we had. Man, she was nice! She looked like about twenty years old in a tight blue dress of that jersey material that clings to a woman's body. Her long brown hair was fixed up so perfect. Goddamn, nearly all the guys thought she was my sister, maybe even my girlfriend. The upperclassmen were asking her for dates! And those goddamn instructors were falling all over her, telling her all about what a great student and athlete I was. She could have seduced the damn Commandant if she'd wanted to.
And she was smashed, man. They couldn't tell it because Mother could put on one damn good act when she was drinking. But the instructors just thought she was being cute and sexy and charming. They ate it up, man. But me, hell I could tell she must have been hitting the bottle for the whole five hour drive from home.
Was I ever glad to see that beautiful Mother of mine! I used to think about her all the time there. If I was cornholing some guy or getting blown, I'd think, Oh, Mother, how I wish I had you right now! I wasn't a bit ashamed to kiss and hug the hell out of her right there in front of everybody. Hell, guys kiss their mothers all the time, but Mom and I knew it was different.
I thought at first, trying to be a junior and amateur psychologist, that Mom was so loaded because it would be an emotional shock to see me after so long ... and the trouble I had been in at home. Mom and I had never fucked before either and she was still brooding over her brother's death because he had been her only real lover.
It seemed like I was aware of something different then, just a feeling of intuition that was very powerful, that I couldn't explain. I don't think Mom knew it or understood it and maybe that's why she was plastered ... to try to keep from thinking about it ... or keep from doing it.
Now, Mom was a good driver, even when she was loaded, but this time she was talking real crazy, and she kept taking straight drinks of whiskey out of her flask. Hell, she'd swerve over into the oncoming lane of traffic, and I'd have to grab the wheel to get us back before we had a head-on collision. We still had over four hours to drive, and I was too young to have a permit (but I did know how to drive), and in looking back, I think maybe her liquored-up brain had a suicide ... a double lulling suicide angle to it. I was all mixed up, man. I had to take over, do something!
After about two more minutes, I saw the sign on this real nice motel with a swimming pool and TVs in every room. It was blinking on and off, and said "Vacancy."
"There's a cop tailing us, Mom!" I lied in a real scared voice. "Quick, turn into this motel and we can get out of his sight"
I helped her turn the wheel so she didn't even have a chance to check it out in the rear view mirror (if she could have seen much anyway in her condition). And then I tried to be logical and reason with her. I told her that we should stay there for the night because she'd been drinking too much, and we might get arrested ... or killed. She nodded her head in agreement and we pulled on up by the office. But there was that strange, mysterious, kind of eerie look in her eyes.
When we went into the office, she asked the man immediately for two units, but the man said all they had left was a double-one room with a double bed. He looked at both of us a second, and he could tell Mom was loaded and that I was acting nervous as hell. He smiled in a way that reflected his dirty little mind, and he said, "Don't worry. No questions asked. Just sign the register any way you like, and ... uh, the price on this unit is eighteen dollars ... payable in advance, please."
I thought Mom was going to get mad, but she smiled back at him instead, signed the register and peeled out the money to him. I guess it made her feel real good to know that she looked young enough to be my lover.
Mother took off her dress and slip and bra and just kind of passed out there on the bed. I did a little unpacking and checked to see that the door was locked and pulled the drapes over the windows, in addition to letting down the blinds, and then I sat down backwards on this chair, leaning on the back with my arms and elbows. I had also undressed and was naked.
From where I was sitting, I was looking right in between her wide open thighs. She wasn't wearing panties, just a little crotchless pantygirdle to hold up her stockings. Oh, that psyched me! The stockings and garter fetish, wide open pussy up there. Hell, I knew then that this was it!
I began to speak, very softly, "Mother ... you look so sexy, Mother. And I haven't seen you since August." I sat on the side of the bed and I buried my head between her big warm breasts. I put a hand over each one and I kind of rolled my head around in between them. You know, I was hot, hard, my heart was pounding so I could feel it and hear it in my head. But I felt so damn secure and loved. Oh, man, you can't ever understand the way I felt then.
No pants on. I wondered if she really did want me to fuck her, was deliberately giving me that opportunity ... hell, seducing me! It seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to crawl right on top of her. And I swear, Doc, I didn't have any trouble putting it in. The bottom of the girdle wasn't even in the way enough to bother me. She moaned or sighed just a little after I'd taken hold of my cock just back of the head and pushed it in a little.
Oh, man! She was so juicy and wet, she must have been psyched up too! My cock slid in so easy, and then, hell ... before I even thought about it, I was screwing her. I was fucking my mother! Oh, hell, I think back to that right now, and I've got a hard-on. Right now, I could fuck anything or anybody, I'm so psyched up thinking about being with my mother then. Oh, it slid in and out so easy and felt so damn good!
I came too quickly right then, but I started up again, and I was so hot it never even went down much. I kept at it, man, and when she finally started moving and woke up, you know, coming out of her drunken stupor, her eyes blazed wide open and she looked right down there at my cock going in and out of her cunt.
"Jack ... what are you doing ... oh, what are you doing, honey! I'm your mother," she started moaning all of a sudden, then she started moving, too, moving her ass with me, saying, "Oh, dear God ... please don't make me stop! I can't help it Oh, Jack ... I love you ... don't stop."
Damn, man! That was the big one. That was it! We both knew exactly what we were doing and we wanted to keep at it. Fucking, sucking, no kind of sex I'd ever had was like that. I know it bothered her conscience and all some, but she just couldn't help it. She had to have my cock in her. She wanted me to fuck her as a sexy lover.
Your or some other shrink once told me that she had to make me as sexy and evil as she was. She had to have a very close loved one to share her perversions with, because if she didn't have this close love and acceptance of her being sex psycho, she couldn't live. It was tough enough as it was and that's why she had the big drinking problem ... why I got a problem with booze today sometimes, and I goof off and don't go to work half the time because I can always squeeze by on money from the trust fund my father left me.
The first time was the most painful ( mentally) for Mother. After that, whenever we fucked, she loved it! Like I told you before, I've never known a woman in my life who just loved to fuck so much. I never had any trouble making her have two, three or four orgasms before I shot off. I could make her come real easy every time we did it, and when Tony and Bernie and Max were with us, they used to go out of their skin watching me fuck Mother to about three screaming climaxes.
You know, I've always wondered why men ... guys who like dirty, perverted sex like I do ... why it psychs them up so damn much to watch Mom and me together.
But Mother had a lot more weird stuff going than just her boyfriends, I found out soon after I got home. See, there was this real poor couple lived just down the street, Mr. and Mrs. Torres, I think their name was. They didn't speak good English and they were both drunks, and then when the old man was sober, hell, he could never get a job for more than a day or two. We used to help them out some ... buy them a few groceries sometimes, and Mother used to have their teenage kids, Jaime and Rita, over for supper a lot.
Well, damn! The second night I was home, Jaime and Rita were over for supper and then Mom was letting them play Monopoly. Only she had a new twist; if a player went broke, or owed a lot of money, he could buy off the debt by giving the bank or the player he owed to, some of the clothes he was wearing. Naturally, Mother always beat the hell out of them. And I tell you the truth, I watched that damned game and my cock got hard and I was so damned horny I didn't know what to do!
"Oh, my goodness!" Mother was saying to Jaime. "You've landed on my hotels at Park Place and you owe me hundreds of dollars more than you have there. Let's see ... I'll help you take off those pants and we'll call it even."
Pretty soon, Rita was busted, too, and she owed Jaime a thousand, so he got her dress off, and she was sitting there with nothing but a pair of panties on! Damn, she had a sweet little ass ... crazy young body ... nice little teenie titties.
"Well, for goodness sake!" Mother exclaimed when Rita hit another block of her hotels on Atlantic, "now, we have to take those panties off for half of the debt ... and for the other half, oh, I'll just kiss that sweet little tummy ... oh-oh ... yummy yummy!"
Oh, shit, damn! Mother reached over and got off that kid's panties and she was kissing and licking right down by the fuzzy crack. I was about to shoot off in my pants, I know mother must have been creaming, but Jaime and Rita just laughed and giggled kind of ... pleasantly.
Those next two days I was home, was like a sex dream, man ... a wet dream. I went down on both those kids and so did Mother, and sometimes we'd all four get in bed together naked and fuck around, and I'd get so hot after sucking off Jaime and eating Rita's little pussy, I'd get to fucking with mother and watching the brother take up sucking Rita or fucking her, and we'd watch each other.
That damn Jaime! He could plug his sister until they had a mutual climax like a lot of married couples wish they could have. Jaime could fuck Mother and give her an orgasm too. Damn, that was something to look at, him fucking Mom, and that sweet little Rita's lips around my cock and her swallowing it all and saying my Mother had told her it was good for her ... like vitamins.
Then, Sunday afternoon, I'll be damned if their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Torres, and the kids, all came over to the house and, man, I thought the end was coming and we were going to jail. But, hell, no! Old Mr. Torres was loaded and he brought a full fifth, plus a half fifth of tequila with him. They wanted Mother and me to get drunk with them. Hell, neither one could speak over ten words of English and they were always bad-mouthing each other in Spanish and arguing like hell. No wonder the kids accepted the sex from Mother and never told their parents anything. But, you know, Doc, I had crazy ideas in my head about fucking their mother. I thought of two or three combinations we could have made and, damn! I sure would have loved to see that drunken old man get it hard and give it to his daughter ... or suck off his boy ... or get sucked off by one of them. Oh, hell, man, they were wild.
And Rita asked me to take her to the bathroom, because I had taken her in there and played around with her the day before. Her folks were so drunk they could have cared less (if they even noticed us going out into the hallway). Oh, damn! I was psyched to think I was going down on this sweet young pussy, while her mother and father weren't twenty feet away! Damn!
Mom had her a few kicks, too (I came twice in the bathroom with Rita). I watched her jack off Jaime twice under the table at the very same time she was trying to converse in basic words with Mrs. Torres about high food prices and how she could save a lot of money by walking the two extra blocks to the big discount supermarket.
That was some crazy and fucked up holiday, but goodl Oh, damn, that young stuff was good, and that Sunday bit with the parents there made it real weird sex ... yeah, I liked it....
Back at school, I found a new buddy named Millard. He was as crazy about sex as I was, and we shared a room and blew each other and had a few ass fucks, too. He'd had a grown woman seduce him on his paper route once, and he liked to listen to me tell him about my experiences when we screwed around. I liked Millard, and my crazy brain started working overtime too much again.
CHAPTER FOUR
THREE FOR THE BED
Mother wanted it, and she had hinted and asked me about it in letters. We wrote pretty sexy letters to each other, and she told me what she had been doing, and I told her about Millard and me. Her letters made me a little jealous, because she was still sucking and fucking around with Jaime and Rita until they moved away, and then she had some more men ... new ones and old ones.
What Mother wanted, I wanted, also, and I knew this thing was going to work out somehow, even if I couldn't tell Millard right out. This was a difficult thing to work on. I had to do some figuring and we were talking sex a lot one night in our room after this history instructor had blown us both. We were both cock feeling on his bed, and I made the thing sound like nothing much at first.
"Say, Millard," I said very casually, "instead of going home to New York next holiday weekend, why don't you come down and stay with Mother and me. You've never been in our part of the country before."
"That sounds great!" he said, and he gave me a broad grin. I knew he liked Mom's looks when he saw her before. I rubbed his cock a little more and felt it swell, and I said to him, "You know, Mom kind of likes you."
"She ... yeah, she sure is a beautiful woman, Jack," Millard answered, and there was a conflict in his voice because he couldn't believe what he wanted to think. "Yeah ... when I saw you two driving off last time, I ... I thought of her like being your sister."
"Like to have a date with her?"
"Yeah ... ha-ha ... great idea," he said with an uneasy laugh.
"How'd you like that dress she wore up here last December?" I asked him, knowing I was really going to shake him. "Man, you could really see how big her tits were in that one. Didn't they look good enough to eat?"
"Have ... uh, yeah ... but I was wondering, Jack," he mumbled, getting more shook up. "M-most guys see their mothers undressed every now and then ... maybe accidental. Have you ever seen her ... her breasts ... naked?"
"Say, Millard," I whispered real hornily and grasped his cock harder as he worked mine faster, "How'd you like to take Mom's bra right off and bury your head in those ... stick that hard cock of yours right in her wet pussy, man?"
"Goddamn!" he shouted, but he was about to shoot off with that throbbing, beating cock. "You ... you must be nuts, Jack...."
"No ... I swear it, Millard. I mean it," I said to him in a serious way he had to believe. "Millard, I been fucking Mom for years. Hell, she's only about fourteen or fifteen years older than we are. I told her about that nine inch cock of yours last time I was in bed with her in December, and she said, Honey, you've got to bring that boy home so I can have some of that cock. Damn, Jack, I'd sure like to have him fuck me!' Yeah, Millard, Mom's like that. You come home with me this weekend and you'll have some of the best fucking in the world."
"Damn ... damn, Jack!" The kid almost came to tears when he shot his load in my hand and said, "Jack ... oh, goddamn, Jack. I've been dreaming about something like that all my life ... jacking off looking at corset and bra ads ... remembering a good look at my mother playing with her pussy when I was eleven ... my sister getting fucked on the front porch...."
It was almost laughable how nervous and embarrassed Millard was at first. The day we took the train home, he was shaking all over. When Mom served us supper, he could hardly eat a bite, and he gulped or gagged nearly every time he tried to talk. Mother brought us some glasses of pretty powerful wine after we had finished supper and were looking at TV in the den. She was a little high herself and broke the ice right away by saying she was curious to find out if he really did have a nine inch cock when it was hard. Oh, man, Millard flipped!
Mother was with it that night, man. She took off her dress and bra and half slip, and damn she did look good enough to eat, walking around that den with her stockings and garter belt, and a thin little bra that you could see her nipples right through. Damn! She came over and started rubbing herself right up to Millard. He was some shook bastard! He was so shocked or scared or something that he couldn't get his cock up. I had a big one on, but his was limp as hell.
We finally all three went into the bedroom stripped naked, and about to give up on that damn Millard. Mom looked great to me though, and I hadn't seen her in so long with that big, voluptuous body spread nude all over that bed, her thighs open and her fingers making sexy noises with her juicy cunt. Damn! I went down there and started eating that before I flipped out of my skin In a few minutes, Millard was up there sucking and milking on her tits and she was talking to him.
In another minute I had my cock in there fucking Mom and she was right with it, sighing, moaning, saving sexy things, and I watched that cock of Millard's start going up and his eyes couldn't stay away from that cock of mine plowing in that hole. When Mom saw he was hard, she gave me a little kiss and a very understanding smile, and I got off of her, and told Millard to "Fuck her, man! Put it in there! Go!"
Man, that boy surprised the hell out of me. Once he got it in and made the beat, he kept going with her for ten minutes or more, and Mom was loving that big cock of his and reached down to help him position it better every once in a while. She came about twice before he finally had to let it go with what I would call a real uninhibited and screaming orgasm. Man!
Oh, I was going out of my fucking skin watching ant licking around there. You know, today, when I have a threesome ... another guy with Susan (like a few months ago, I guess), it psychs me up the same way. But Millard was my roommate at school, my best buddy then, and when I watched that fat cock of his going in and out, and Mom was so tight for him ... I liked to get down there and kiss and lick around, seeing her pussylips come out alongside the shaft of his cock on the out stroke. Oh, shit, I jacked off like crazy!
For the next twenty-four hours, it was sex, fuck, suck, sex. We all three went at it every way, and I saw that look again in Mom's eyes. She never let on by saying anything, but that woman could be jealous too. I think it hurt her a little to know that I was with Millard about nine months out of the year and having a lot of sex with him, and once there we were doing each other when we could have been doing her.
Of course, we did about everything then, and we had two or three other sex-filled holiday visits together, and Millard would fuck Mother like crazy while I had her tits and then she would go down on me at the same time. We tried to both get in her at once, too, like a sandwich fuck-and I've done that with swingers a lot since then.
I would he on my back and Mom would straddle me, getting my hard rod way up inside her, then she'd he down on me, and Millard would try to come in from the back. We got everything in place once, but we just couldn't hold it, couldn't synchronize it, damnit! Millard jerked around too much and got too shook up and he was coming all over Mom's ass and my cock and balls.
I know you've talked to a lot of nuts, Doc, but you must think I'm the greatest sex nut of all getting such a great charge out of watching my roommate fuck my own mother! But it wasn't like you think, damnit! You'd have to live my life to understand it from the very first ... how it happened and everything came on so gradually. Hell, it may have been normal for other kids to lock themselves in the bathroom and beat their meat thinking about looking up some girl's dress to her ass ... and all the time having this incest hang-up that you say they never recognize. But to me, see, it was normal ... it was hot and horny and so exciting I went nuts doing it!
That threesome affair with Millard and Mom and I, it was pretty tame, really. The time between my junior and senior year, when I was seventeen ... that's when things really started happening, Doc. You wouldn't believe a kid that age could have the experiences I did. There's nothing I haven't done, and if you don't believe it, just lead me to it, and I'll make it.
The first time I screwed Jane-she's my cousin-she wasn't over fifteen years old. That was the summer I was seventeen (or just about), and my uncle from the Midwest thought it would be real nice for her to spend the summer with Mom and me. Well, man, I tell you it was one of the nicest damn things that ever happened, because I still screw that hot-ass Jane today ... maybe once or twice a year when we can work something out.
But that first time was the summer when things really began popping, because everything before that had been kid stuff, except with Mom and her friends and the "punishment" with Lucy. Damn, I wish I had another big black ass I could get my cock into like that! Anyway, Jane had nice little titties on her. Hell, I guess one of the reasons I took a liking to her, she was cute and chubby, stacked up nice and with juicy thighs.
Oh, damn, I used to see her twirl around, showing off her ass-that was before I fucked her-and I'd tell Mom, "Gee, I'd love to screw Jane. She's got a hot, young body, that kid!"
Mom warned me to be real careful and never let on about us, but she thought it would be nice if I could break Jane in, and she told me about having seen her all naked and how her little cunt looked.
Jane had been fucked before, I think, but it was still damn good ass. I took her to the movies a lot in the afternoons, and we'd tongue kiss right through to the spit swapping and that psyched us both, and she liked, it when I played with her little titties some. I remember I took one out of her bra and got to sucking on it good one time in the movies. Damn! We both were so hot, I had my finger in her cunt, too, and she was juicy. Hell we weren't paying attention to anything else, and the damn usher, a damn kid about my own age, he shined his flashlight right on Jane's titties and gave us hell.
Well, I thought that would shake up Jane and queer the whole deal, but the sweet kid is so much like me. We left the theater and went home. Mom was away at work, and as soon as I closed the front door, I leaned down and pulled her titty out again and said, "Hell, I might as well see what it tastes like now, there's no damn usher here."
Oh, she was sweet. She didn't put up a bit of a fuss. You know, I remember-it seems kind of silly now-but we both were standing up. I had her backed against the front door and she was wearing this real low-necked cotton dress. I pulled the top of it down, and I reached in her bra, and I got ... yeah, I got the left one out and I started sucking on it, ticking across the hard little nipple, and she said, "No, Jack ... it's the other one. You got the other one hot in the movie. I want that one sucked off first." Damn! That hot little Jane meant it! She could flip her cookies by me sucking up a tit for about five minutes, and she just moved around and worked her ass and rubbed her thighs together.
But right then, I stripped her bare and we went into Mother's bedroom, and you know, there was a kick to going there to have sex rather than my room or the guest room. Jane and I got in the bed and played around a lot and we tongue kissed some more, and I think I made her come by sucking the right tit.
Oh, she sure knew how to kiss "sloppy-sex," and man, I liked that. Her mouth and tongue were both so wet and we both drooled when we kissed, and we didn't have any shame or anything like that. I think it made both of us hotter. I know I had on a good bone and I took her hand and placed it around there.
It made me more passionate when she grabbed it like she had messed around before. There was something about that, see-two young kids playing around with sex. I was sucking her titties and making her cunt juicy with my fingers, and she was playing with my cock with her very delicate and feminine fingers.
I dunk all the girls like the way I treat them, because Mother taught me from the beginning. I mean, sex is a big thing with me and all, but I'm like a connoisseur, you know. I try to take it easy. Hell, over half the fun can be in making the girl ... or the guy. Then you don't mind doing it so much because you figure they asked for it. They want it just as much as you do.
Oh, that was nice after Jane and I started kissing each others' bodies all over, sucking and licking. Oh, she had a sweet little body and ass ... sweet! She didn't smell like a lot of perfume and crap. It was a natural smell and taste. And Jane, she nearly had a fit when I sucked her pussy. I know she'd never had that before, and it bothered her at first, because she said, "Oh, Jack! That's dirty ... you shouldn't kiss me where I go to the bathroom...."
"Hell!" I said, "that's where you get screwed too, isn't it?"
"Well ... yes ... o-oh! Lick it right there again ..
She was wiggling her ass and grabbing my head in about three seconds flat, and she moans, "Jack ... oh, Jack. I'm so ... so hot ... don't you want to ... fuck me!"
Oh, man, was that sweet to hear! I got up over her and Jane spread her thighs, and I'll never forget how she held those sweet little lips open for me, and I could see the light pink of the fresh cunt! I figured she was pretty experienced, the way she talked and acted, so I started to shove it in like I did with mother. Oh, hell, Jane was tight! She said, "Jack! Not so hard! Just ... a little bit at ... a time...."
Well, my gay experience helped me out there, see. I ran to the bathroom and got some Vaseline and put it on my dick, and then I slid it in nice and easy into that young, fuzzy teenage cunt. Damn! I started the motions, you know, until I could sink it balls deep, and Jane said to me right then, "I've had ... two boyfriends before ... but you know how to do it like a real man. Oh, Jack, you're good. Fuck me a long time ... please?"
Hell, Doc, you know me. That psyched me up great, and I couldn't keep from giving it to her faster and faster until I just couldn't keep from shooting off. But she was only disappointed for a minute or two, because I sucked her titty and licked her belly and ass (that psyched her), and I was hard enough to go again, and I fucked her to two comes before I shot off. When I went down on her to get my come, it flipped her way out, man. It was "dirty," she said, but the way she said it, she meant it was good "dirty."
The next thing I did was to teach her how to suck my cock and work it with her fingers and mouth. She didn't like the idea very much, but when I let go in her mouth for my third shot that afternoon, there wasn't a hell of a lot of juice to it. And the way she smacked her lips, tasting it, and smUed at me with a sexy pleased sigh, I don't think she thought it was bad at all.
Jane and I screwed almost every day, once or twice a day, after that, but after the first good fuck and suck, I told Mother all about it when I sneaked into bed with her after we figured Jane had gone to sleep. It psyched me to tell her that I had fucked with Jane on the very same bed we were in at that moment. I had this kink about smells and all, and I got Mother interested in smelting and ticking around on the bedsheets until we picked up the scent and taste of where Jane and I had been. Man, that got me hard as hell and Mom was juicing.
I loved to watch that woman get stripped and to look at her body. Damn, that was nice, and she was so hot about having smelled the place and over what I had told her, she wanted me to tell her more and more after I started fucking her. She was psyched up with all kinds of questions like:
"Jack, honey ... are her little titties nice? "Jack, honey, how big are her nipples? Are they dark ... or cherry red ... or the pink kind?
"Tell me, darling, did you eat her? How did it taste? Was it a lot different from mine?
"Easy, Jack ... don't come yet. I want to hear you tell me more and enjoy this ... darling. Was Jane a good fuck? Was she? Was it hard to get your cock in her? Did she suck you off ... swallow?
"Oh, Jack, you sexy darling ... I love you! I wish I could watch you fucking Jane. I wouldn't be jealous ... I could lick your balls and her outside lips and clit ... if you fucked her dog-fashion! Oh! Oh, God, Jack ... fuck me faster! I'm coming! Oh, fuck it, Jack! Fuck me!. Fuck your mother! Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...."
Ever since Mother had messed around with little Jaime and Rita, and from the way she was so hot about young girls, I knew she would love to have a young kid about fourteen or fifteen or so to suck with. And when she flipped out that night when I told her all about fucking and sucking with Jane, I knew never to be surprised about anything.
I got a hell of a charge out of telling her about Jane and me, too. It psyched me up plenty and I used to ask Mother if we couldn't make it a threesome with her. I knew Mother was wild to suck some young cunt. But it was no go, damnit. She loved her sex and wanted a young pussy real bad, but she wasn't about to screw up a deal with the good support and separation money she was getting from Dad. And Jane was the daughter of Dad's half sister.
If a woman liked real young girls, it seemed logical she could go for adult women too, if they had the right kind of appeal. So, one afternoon after Jane had gone back home, I shouldn't have been surprised when I walked in the living room and saw Mother bare ass naked and on top of a goddamn blonde. She was a beautiful woman and very tall and built, and the titties were bigger than Mother's and nice and firm, and Mother was right in the middle of a hot sixty-nine with her. Before they saw me there, I got one clear look at this gal's tongue just lapping away at Mom's cunt, and they were both going wild, man, sucking and licking each other, and Mom had a finger up the blonde's ass, too ... finger-fucking her asshole.
The damn funny thing to me was that this blonde knew I was Margie's son, see. Donna, that was her name, was about a year older than Mother and she owned this real exclusive little beauty shop where the real rich bitches came to get their mud packs and special facials. Well, so, Donna ... when she saw me, she jumped off the couch like she'd been hit by lightning, then all of a sudden busts out laughing. They were both half loaded and Mother started laughing, too, and slapped Donna hard right on her bare ass-oh, she had a good-looking pussy, too, real light hair and thick and lots of it, halfway up her belly.
"Donna, darling!" Mother told her with a great big smile, "you picked a wonderful time to come for sex.
My son Jack and I are great lovers, you know. He's got a delicious cock and knows how to use it. Think, darling? He's a real motherfucker ... ha-ha...."
That was all it took for Donna, because I mean to tell you that gal was some kind of hot and she went both ways. Cock or cunt, she loved it all. She reached down to rub the crotch of my baseball uniform (I'd been out playing all afternoon), and she said ... now this is honestly the way she talked ... she said, "Young cock! Oh, goddamn you teenage kids get me hotter'n hell. I ' got this young shampoo girl only sixteen ... fucking tits! Wow! I suck that pussy after we close nearly every night. Sucked her boyfriend's cock twice, too. Come on, Jack, let's get you naked and eat and fuck ... ahh!"
Oh, man, that Donna was a dirty sex bitch. But good! She wouldn't even let me take a bath first, and I was all sweaty from playing ball. "Man odor," she called it. We went in Mother's bedroom and she unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it and my T-shirt right over my head. Damn! She leaned down and started sucking out my nipples real hard like a Lesbian does on a woman's nipples, only hell, mine were tiny. I'm built like a man!
Oh, man, she was sucking on my nipple like crazy see; and with one hand, she raised up my left arm and swoooop, up her tongue went right into my sweaty, hairy armpit. With the other hand, she was pulling down my knickers and shorts, and when she felt what a hard cock I already had, I tell you that damn woman picked me up and laid me on that bed and straddled me ... put my cock right up into her cunt and started to go. Oh, man, Donna was fucking me. And she was so damn good!
Mother wasn't a damn bit jealous. She lay beside us on her back sucking one of Donna's big tits and had her hand in her own pussy, and when she was talking, she got on this sexy talk kick again, like:
"Fuck him hard, Donna ... fuck that sweet boy of mine....
"Oh Donna darling, I'd never mind you having Jack for sex ... you can fuck him anytime you want to, darling ... only you have to let me watch....
"How is he, Donna? Isn't he good? Oh, Donna, isn't his cock good!
"Here ... let me...."
Oh, man, that was when I was going out of my damn mind! Mom got down there where Donna had my cock in her, and she started tonguing us both. It was terrific. Damn! Oh, damn, Doc! You just can't believe how good that was. Donna wasn't tight like Mom, and it slid all around in her, but when Mom got down there, I think Donna and me both got so fucking hot we were yelling and coming in two seconds....
All afternoon, we lay around in that bed feeling, fucking, sucking. Damn! I think I shot off about two or three times and they must have come a dozen times or more. We had threesomes with Donna a lot until I had to go back to school, and sometimes the guys would be there, also, and it was just like the swinging parties that came later.
That wasn't all that happened during that summer vacation, and that's why I said that was a three month period of my life that I really got turned on to everything about sex ... almost.
Another thing, there was this malt shop about three blocks from where we lived, and the public school there started three weeks before I had to go back to the academy. Sometimes, Mom and I'd be driving by the malt shop after school, and she'd make some remarks about how cute some of the little girls were, how they liked to show off their legs and asses. Well, there was this one kid named Tina, only about fourteen or fifteen and looked younger, except for that small body that was built like a brick shithouse. She looked a lot like Marcella, if you remember her. Oh, she was sweet, tender, and so virgin looking! I'd been up there some and just talked around with her, and I'd wear my cadet uniform with those fancy Sergeant's stripes. Hell, the way I bullshitted those school kids, they thought I was the Commandant of West Point, man.
The idea of a threesome with Tina and Mom got to be an obsession with me after a few days, and I really wanted to do it for Mother as much as for myself. I wanted to prove I could get something for her that she would really flip over, just like she had introduced me to sex and helped me get so much stuff-Donna, the two kids that time, and all.
This Tina had beautiful, silky, long black hair. And her body was so damn warm and sexy, you know. I'd kissed around and felt her legs a little when I walked her down this alley to her house sometimes, but the way she psyched me was the way she talked. She could really talk dirty sex, man.
I knew there wasn't going to be any trouble with me getting into her pants, because she'd already told me once, "I bet I could make you shoot it off in one minute." But I had to tell Mom about it first, had to think of how to handle this carefully.
When I told Mom, she was plenty excited all right, but she wanted to play it careful too, and we did a lot of talking and figuring, then decided to give it a try that next Friday afternoon when Mom could arrange to take half a day off from work with no sweat.
I was at the malt shop with Tina, playing around with her legs under the table, and I said, "You know, Tina, you're always so sexy and teasing the hell out of me ... but I bet if I asked you to come over to my place alone, you'd chicken out real quick. Yeah ... I think you're just a tease, Tina ... I'm wasting my time probably.
Man, it worked! That little doll looked up to me and stared right in my eyes and said-and, honestly, this is the way she talked-she said, "Goddamn, Jack, it's about time. I was beginning to think you were a queer and liked to suck on litUe boys' dicks. My girlfriend asked me the other day if I'd ever gone all the way with you, and I had to lie and tell her you'd fucked my cunt and ass both ... several times."
That did it, man, that was all I needed. We went right to my place and started messing around in the living room first. I got her panties off real easy, but for some damn reason, I thought I was going to have trouble getting hard, until I got her dress up over her hips and got my hands on that sweet ass! Damn! Tina had a tighter, rounder, firmer, smoother ass than my cousin Jane. I got it up and I played with her until she got juicy-she'd been screwed before-and then I slipped it in and started fucking real easy while she wiggled away at it. I remember she said to me, "Jack, honey, I just knew you were a good fucker ... you feel so good." Man, that's what they all said about me-male or female-that I felt so good, that I could do it so good. Man, that made me feel good too.
So, Tina and I are fucking away there and she had one little orgasm and she was pushing her ass to me and crying for that next one, when, just like we worked it out, the door from the hallway opened and in comes Mother raising pure hell at catching us in the act.
"Jack Gordon!" she screamed at me terribly, "what are you doing to that girl? Oh, this is awful! Terrible! And, young girl! what will your mother and father think when I tell them about ... this awful thing I've caught you doing with my son?"
You know, I really felt sorry for poor Tina, because she busted right out crying and was scared to death. She was too upset to worry about grabbing any of her clothes to put on. She just bawled and yelled about how her old man would have her sent to the girls' reformatory ... about her older sister getting caught fucking with her boyfriend and they beat hell out of her and kicked her out of the house.
Well, Mother let up a little and seemed really sorry that Tina was taking it so bad. She sat down there and pulled Tina (who was bare assed) up onto her lap and hugged her warmly. She kissed her and hugged her and talked to her real smoothly. Mother's skirt was up above her stockings from the way she had pulled Tina up there, and I was about to blow my mind looking at that, with my cock still wet with Tina's juice. Damn!
"Oh, honey, I'm terrible sorry I upset you like that," Mother told her in a soft and sexy way. "Listen, my dear, I can be a very understanding mother. I was young once like you and Jack and ... gosh, I remember some of the things we used to do ... why, boys and girls, boys and boys, girls and girls ... we used to like to watch each other sometimes. Oh, we were little devils, weren't we?
"Well, don't cry, my dear. There was nothing so terribly bad about what you and Jack were doing ... just two nice kids having a little secret love affair. Why ... it's only human nature for people to get sexy, and I'm not going to ever say a word to anybody about this. My dear, you're such a sexy young thing ... beautiful legs and breasts. No wonder Jack likes you so...."
Mother was playing it real cool and clever, you know. Man, what a seducer she was. She hugged Tina real tight and affectionately and was kissing her on the cheek and pushing back the hair from her face and smiling at her that sexy way she had. Then Mom kind of "accidentally" and naturally let her hand drop down on Tina's naked thigh, and that's where I came in again.
"Mother," I said, like I was scolding her, "that's the territory I like. Tina's got the prettiest pair of legs you ever saw. Hey, Tina, stand up so Mother can see all of those legs, how cute and pretty they are. You aren't too bashful to let Mother see what you've got, are you?"
"Do you ... really want to see me all?" Tina asked, and there was a kind of puzzled look in her face, but she seemed intrigued too.
"Why I'd love to see your body," Mother answered in her sexiest voice. "You know it's been so long since I was a young girl and used to do those 'naughty' things ... and with other girls, too. Do you know that my girlfriend and I used to sit up in bed and we'd kiss and love each other until it made us so sexy that one of us would pretend to be a boy? Oh! Some of the things we did!"
Oh, damn! I could tell that Tina was confused, but she was getting turned on by Mom, too. I could tell, you know, by the look on her face, she was trying to decide what to do, how to react. I think she suspected what was coming and was trying to decide whether or not to go all the way. Anyway, I started rubbing one thigh, and Mother caressed the other one and smoothed her hand over the flesh and up to her ass. It was real tense there, nobody saying a word, until Tina busts out to Mom, "I bet you and your girlfriend used to suck each other off when you were kids my age."
Damn! That had to be the icebreaker to beat them all! Oh, man, we messed around there, and it was Tina who went for it all the way, just as much as Mom and me. That girl got real shook when I was undressing Mother and took off her bra. Tina loved to play with those big tits. Of course, I was finger-fucking her most of the time and keeping her real psyched.
You could tell ... well, I want to be really honest about this, see. It wasn't any damn fantasy. It was hot, passionate sex! And Mother went down on Tina's fuzzy little cunt and she really had her going. This girl was the kind who needed a lot of love and attention, you know, and the more we complimented her on her body and each part of it, and sucked around, the more she liked it and the hotter she got.
"Jack ... fuck her for me ... fuck this darling thing. I want to watch ... so badly...." my mother whispered to me as I knelt down to try to get my tongue on her little cunt, too. That psyched me so that I just pushed Tina down and led the head of my cock right in. She was so juicy from Mom eating her, that I let it push in real slow until it was all the way.
Oh, damn! That Tina loved cock! We were right there in the normal fucking position going to it. Mother was so hot watching us that she was getting herself off with her fingers and trying to get as close as she could to watch. She had Tina get into the dog position then, and I screwed her cunt from the rear, and that little girl was just crying with terrific passion. She loved it! Oh, man, she did. And then mother crawled under there and went to sucking and lapping at Tina's clit, as well as swabbing my cock some as it went in and out, and when I finally shot off, we all three screamed with pleasure. Damn!
Mother had really gone crazy watching me fuck that girl, and when Donna and she and I would be together, they liked to talk about it. I would be fucking Donna from behind or in her ass, and when Mother went down to work on us with her tongue, she'd say, "If you didn't have such a big pussy, Donna, I could imagine Jack was fucking Tina ... sweet little cunt...." That's the way Mom would talk with me then ... but only when we were hot or screwing ... or if she got mad.
CHAPTER FIVE
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER: FIXATION
I never knew what happened to Tina after we were together a couple of times with mother late that summer. I know Mom would have loved to have had her over for visits, but she was too smart to pursue any of that young stuff when she had such a good job and good reputation.
When I graduated from the military high school, Mother had great ideas about me going to college and all, because my father was willing to pay the whole bill and still give her some extra money. But I was too restless and I figured I'd get drafted soon anyway, because I sure as hell had no excuse for a deferment and I was as healthy as a son of a bitch.
I had no damn ambition at all then. I screwed around with a couple of waitresses, and Mother and Donna and I had sex three or four times a week. I worked pumping gas for a while, and then I was a plumber's helper, but I got in trouble there because the wives ... housewives, they used to hang around whenever I was down under the sink doing the heavy work, while the plumber handed me the tools and pipes and told me what to do. I was caught twice looking up these women's dresses from that angle, and playing pocket pool until I got a hard-on that made a noticeable bulge in my work pants.
I'm a masochist, I know, when I'm always wanting to eat pussy or lick women from their feet up. I guess I want to be humiliated, but I can't help it, and I'll always eat a girl if I can't do anything else. If she wants to be domineering and forceful with me and make it seem degrading as hell for me, it psychs me. I can't help it.
Mother was like that in the other way for a while then after I was out of school. It seemed like all of a sudden, she couldn't get enough of sucking my cock and licking my ass. Every day when she came in from work ... or I .came in ... the first thing she'd want was to eat me. She'd be nervous, her fingers shaky, but she knelt right down and took out my cock and sucked it off like she was starving for it. She claimed it helped me to be more relaxed until we had our bigger activities later in the evening.
When we were alone in bed together some nights, or even if Donna was with us, she just loved to eat my cock and take it all, Doc ... other times when I would fuck Donna, Mom was right there to suck it out of her and make Donna come again. It was a real fetish ... a compulsion, you'd probably call it. She'd take all my load, see, and squeeze the rest out drop by drop until she had it all. Then ... there were those things she used to say. Like I told you before, there were certain things she'd say at particular times that stick out in my memory, man, just like ... bless her ... I could hear her talking right now:
"Jack, darling ... your cock is getting so big! It's bigger than most men's....
"Donna ... oh, Donna, sucksie, don't you wish you had this cock to suck just anytime you wanted it? Aren't you jealous of me?
"Oh! No, don't come yet, Jack ... let me feel your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it for so long ... and take your sperm in my mouth. Oh, God, what a beautiful cock I have to suck ... my very own...."
I know you think that's all pretty weird, man, but it still psychs me [a long pause here.] Oh, Mother was something different. Nobody could understand what we had, I don't think. Not you ... not any of the other shrinks....
It was too much. I had to get out. You know, if I look back on it now, I get hot and masturbate ... thinking of Mother, Donna and all. I wonder why I felt I had to get away from home? I couldn't wait for the damn draft, so I went down one Wednesday morning and volunteered for the Navy. When I told Mother, she cried like hell, but she had enough smarts about her to call up this Commander who had been fucking her, and ask him if he could get me a good assignment. But she was still more upset than I'd ever seen her since that damn time her brother got killed.
I tell you that was tough for me when I left her, but I wanted to go. I had a feeling, a compulsion, that I had to escape something terrible, but I refused to recognize what it was. I thought escape would make a miracle happen, you know, that I was going away to sea and to exotic, foreign places. The Commander told me I'd probably make 2nd Class before my first hitch ... after that miserable goddamn boot camp.
I missed Mother, but at the first, I don't think I missed her as much as she missed me. Hell, I didn't have time to miss anybody. After boot camp, I took my leave in California because I wanted to see new things. I picked up a few fucks here and there, then went to sea in the Pacific for six months.
The outside world of the adult was strange to me, you know. I thought sex would be waiting for me everywhere, but most of the girls a damn sailor meets are professional whores, I don't care whether it's in Long Beach or Yokosuka or Tokyo. All the cunts wanted was my money. Sure, Japanese girls give good fucks and if you get one who'll blow you, it's like wild. But, shit, I could buy all the ass I wanted to if I was home. I tell you I was pretty pissed off at Japan. Most of the guys loved it, but not this cat.
I was on shore duty there when I got so screwed up and drunk one night on the Ginza that I got into one hell of a fucking fight with this Marine over a real nice free piece. She did it for love, not money, but she couldn't decide which one of us was the best fucker. I beat the shit out of the Marine, and I ended up in trouble.
Back at Yokosuka, the Commander, who I had pull with, said the only way he could get me out of a courtmartial was to change my speciality to a truck driver real quick, and ship me to Okinawa where they were screaming for Navy drivers because the Army was pissed about having to provide all the cargo transport. I tell you, I passed that trucker's test the next morning after staying up all night with this First Class the Commander assigned to give me a crash program for the test.
Damn, I thought Okinawa was probably going to be the end of the earth, a hell of a lot worse than Japan. Me! A lousy Seaman Deuce in the boondocks. But, man, that turned into one of the sweetest little deals in the Navy. I was king bee there, driving a supply truck, and, hell, we never had to inventory half of the stuff we moved from the ships to the warehouses. I could swap off a carton of cigarettes or some rations or a blanket, for piece of ass with some of the most beautiful young gals on the island. They were a lot different than the Japanese city girls, in fact, I think they had a different name for them ... they weren't really Japs, for the most part, but more like South Sea islanders.
Like with this boy about fifteen who cleaned our quarters, made our beds, fixed our bath water; hell, I couldn't pronounce his real name so we all called him "Snafu," and he answered to it with a big smile. Now, Snafu was a good, clean kid, and I mean he really snapped shit for the Americans. We had to pay him in money or cigarettes or something, but we overpaid him, you know, so that he was our boy. I mean, anything you wanted, you just yelled out "Snafu!" and he was right there to do it for you.
I guess it's a funny thing about me. I don't guess I'd jerked off in several days after I got settled down there, and I'd had only had me one piece of ass in Okinawa ... happened out in a field when I give this teenage gal almost a full pack of cigarettes, and I fucked her right there on the ground and got about half my cock up her ass, and she screamed like murder. Anyway, what I was going to say was that I used to just play with my cock and keep it hard a lot when I was alone and maybe thinking about Mother or wishing I could get to that little island gal again and really fuck her ass. Mother wrote me some pretty damn sexy letters, man, and she'd tell me how much she loved me and missed me, and then tell me everything about what she was getting for sex with Donna and some little Negro shampoo girl, new guys and all.
So, one morning, I was alone in the quarters, lying there on my bunk, and I was thinking of Mother and Donna, and how I wish I could watch them right then in a naked sixty-nine, sucking and slurping at each others' pussies until I would get so hot I'd stand up over them and shoot off all over them. When I was stroking my cock and daydreaming like that, I heard the back screen door open, but I knew who it was, you know, because different people have a way they walk, open doors, and all, and I knew it was about the right time too.
When he stepped up closer and cleared his throat, I didn't flinch, man, because this kid was too obligated to us. There wasn't anything you could do (outside of hurting the kid physically) that he would ever dare bitch or tell about. So, I looked around at Snafu, and I said, "Hi, Snafu. Damn, I'm horny enough to fuck an ass. How's your cock, boy?"
Snafu kind of laughed at first, but I knew he understood what I was aiming for, and he kept saying something about "Jo-san and Mama-san," and I didn't understand quite then that he meant, "mother and daughter." I guess I had my mind too set on Snafu's cock and how I'd like to suck it, so I gave him a whole damn carton of Camels and I pulled him over to the bed and put my hands up the pair of shorts he was wearing until I felt his cock in there, and, damn, if he wasn't hard.
I got those shorts off real quick and I told him there wouldn't be anybody else in here until noon, so he wouldn't have to worry. Oh, hell, he loved to get blown. His little cock would stick up and I'd kiss and feel his cute ass and then get down on it and go! That got to be a habit for about a week, until he finally got me interested in this "Jo-san and Mama-san" deal. Oh, damn! This was a real pretty and nice woman and her daughter (that psyched me good, man), and their old man, "Papa-san," had a problem with dope ... drugs. He was a hopeless addict. Well, dope was cheap on Okinawa, but the people didn't make much money, so they had a pretty big problem if they were addicts.
They'd do anything to get the stuff, or get ahold of enough money, cigarettes, blankets and all, to buy it.
This deal sounded terrific to me, man, but it just didn't seem real, you know, my being in a strange place where their customs and ideas and everything are so different. But I told Snafu I'd be able to get him six boxes of chocolate bars and about ten cartons of Luckies and Camels, and I asked him what that would be worth.
"Oh, Captain Jack!" he said, lighting up and calling me "Captain" like he called everybody below the rank of Chief, who were all "Admiral," of course. "Ah! That buy Papa-san much for two and maybe three week. Josan and Mama-san be most grateful. You bring candy and cigarettes to Road 4 intersection tonight, yes?"
I told him I'd be there by eight o'clock. Man, I was excited. A beautiful mother and her little teenage daughter ... together! I could understand a little about how Donna got psyched up watching me fuck Mom or eating her. Only this was going to be better ... Lesbian stuff with a mother and her daughter, and plenty of action for me, too.
Snafu was right there waiting for me at the intersection, and with it being so dark and all, the whole routine began to feel weird, unreal. There was this shady looking guy in a car with him, and as soon as I handed over the chocolate and cigarettes, the guy gave Snafu a big package and he jumped up in the cab of my truck with me and directed me to this native district, kind of like a suburb. By local standards, see, this was a pretty nice area, and we went into this hut-like house, and Papa-san was sitting in the front room all by himself. Man, he looked like he didn't trust me for crap, until Snafu pulled out that package and he opened it up and saw all the little packages inside. Damn! Old Papa-san was so excited he couldn't figure out whether to hug me and thank me first, or get that little packet open and take his shot. He was squealing and croaking in his native lingo, see, and his hands were shaking like hell. He handed Snafu this little jar with a needle and syringe that I guess were in alcohol, and with about half a minute's preparation, he finally had his first shot and was having a fit of joy.
Me? I was getting plenty damn impatient and my cock was reacting to all of this by pulsing, you know, getting a little hard, jumping up, then going back down. But it didn't take long for me to feel more at ease. The dope hit the old man and he gave both Snafu and me a big hug, then ambled off mumbling to some back room behind a big, thick piece of drapery.
I heard a little chitchat in the native Lingo, two female voices and his. And then ... oh, damn, Doc! These two gals in native dresses, they walked in that room after Papa-san had passed out back there, and I tell you those two were like something out of a movie or travel magazine. Goddamn, Doc, I felt like I was in another world, in dreamland, the sex high I got was a lot better than the old man's dope.
I never could figure out how to pronounce their names, so I just called them Jo-san and Mama-san. Now. Jo-san was about fifteen years old, four-feet eleven, and she and her mother both wore their hair piled on top real classy like the Japanese girls. I think they were maybe half Japanese. Mama-san was maybe thirty-five years old, but you know how those Orientals never show their age. She could have passed for Jo-san's older sister.
Damn, I was so excited and all when I saw those two Oriental dream cunts come out, I just felt sexy and good all over. I'd had a few beers back at the base and I brought along a fifth of Bourbon. In another ten minutes, we were all sitting down and acting like old friends, and Jo-san and Mama-san, hell, they couldn't say more than "please" or "thank you" in English, so Snafu was translating everything, and it wasn't long before he did some explaining to them, bowed, and disappeared.
Damn! Mama-san was as sexy and pretty as Jo-san, a beautiful woman, and I was just hungry to get these two cunts naked and rolling. This mother and daughter incest idea was psyching me up, man! I had gone from a confused kid to where I really felt I was back in the sex swing again. [The mother-daughter incest idea was a symbol of sorts to Jack for the mother-son incest he had known, and the presence of a third party. At this age, Jack knew the very "forbidden" nature of incest, and the mother-daughter combination provided the incest setting with the added element of Lesbianism, which intrigued him and made the situation more strongly sexual.]
What could I do to break the ice, man? I wanted to have all systems go, so I just took the first step I could think of and sat down by Mama-san, and put my arm around her and kissed her lips. They were relaxed and felt her tongue come into my mouth as my cock started pulsing again, and getting harder.
Hell, Doc, these people over there have a whole different outlook on life ... and sex. I think they were laughing up the damn sleeves of those kimono things at me for being an awkward clod. But then Mama-san opened up her clothing and, damn! she had a pair of tits almost as big as Mother's, and I went and buried my head in there. I started sucking her nipples and I pulled the rest of that kimono thing down and I was licking down her belly and breathing to beat hell. Oh, man, she tasted good, that warm, soft female flesh! She was such a damn clean woman and smelled natural and clean and feminine and ... exotic, you know. Her belly was just a little tiny bit plump and I got a big psych out of cleaning out her navel with my tongue.
Oh, she was rubbing my head and talking sweet in some damn language, and I had a bone on good by then. That was the first, good, natural hard I'd .had in a long time, when there was live cunt around.
All of a sudden, I realized my pants and shorts were being taken off, but I'd just about forgotten Jo-san was still there because of the quiet. But, damn! I felt this tongue coming up my ass, and these tiny little fingers pressing and caressing around my balls and cock. I looked down, and it was that sweet little Jo-san, naked as hell and all over my bare ass. Damn, she felt good! We were all three on this kind of pallet floor covering, and it was very comfortable.
Well, I tell you, there wasn't any doubt about these two, mother and daughter, knowing everything there was to know about pleasing a guy like me. It was an all night orgy for three and anything went.
Let me tell you a little more about that Jo-san. She didn't look any older than twelve or thirteen because that's the way it is with all those Orientals, Oh, man, she had these real small tits that were hard and nice! Doc, I could suck a whole tit in my mouth and just have a ball with it, and she loved it, too. She was so damn clean, also. When I got down there and was eating that sweet, juicy, bald pussy, I just didn't want to stop, and Jo-san was loving it, and Mama-san was watching and smiling and saying all sorts of things. But Jo-san would go douche out after every ten or fifteen minutes of my eating her cunt.
The other way, they only washed off my cock if it got real messy, and I'm telling you they loved their cocksucking so much that the two of them got into a big argument over who was going to eat it after I got my second hard-on watching them suck each others' tits ... damn! And both of those gals were just hungry to get their tongues up my ass. With Jo-san, it was a compulsion. Anytime Mama-san was getting fucked by me or sucking my cock, I could feel Jo-san's sweet, delicate fingers opening my buttocks, and then the fresh feel of her young tongue reaming my asshole. When they both got me like that, man, I couldn't help but shoot every drop I had in Mama-san's mouth, and she swallowed it all. Hell, she didn't even want to let go of my cock, because she wanted to keep it in her mouth and suck it up hard again, so Jo-san couldn't have it.
You see, Mama-san was the boss of the two, and she used to tell Jo-san what to do a lot. She'd gesture with her hands and all, and I could figure out what she was saying. Like, one time, Mama-san was telling her that I would like a French bath, and that was all it took. Josan worked me over with her tongue from inside my ears and armpits till she had sucked each one of my toes. On the way down, she sucked my tits so great that I made Mama-san come over and suck on my cock and let her tits slide along so Jo-san would be licking the nipple as she licked my body. Oh, damn! That was something to watch and something that psyched me up beautifully.
But I didn't want Mama-san to suck me all the way off, and I was somehow able to get the point across to them. As Jo-san got closer to my cock, Mama-san let it go and led it right between those sweet young lips of her daughter. Oh, Damn, that was a beautiful scene to watch! And Jo-san sucked so beautifully, but I knew she didn't like to swallow. I guess I was feeling aggressive, because when I felt the come surging up through my cock, I grabbed her by the head and held her so she had to swallow, or else gag on it. She swallowed, and even if her face was an angry red when she came up and looked at me, there was a wild smile on her lips that were covered with my come. I pulled her up to me and kissed and kissed her on the mouth. Damn!
After that first night, I thought I'd have to bring them a lot of contraband any time I wanted to come around, but the two got to taking a real liking to me. Oh, I brought them a little stuff from the PX, and cigarettes for Papa-san to trade off for his habit. But, I mean, they treated me like a member of the family, you know. I could come over, eat, drink, have sex, just about any damn time the mood hit me.
Funny thing, I got to liking Mama-san best, and I suppose that's because she was built a lot like Mother. These two were all the rest of the sex I had for almost a year on that island. And this wasn't always just plain raw sex either. Sometimes, I'd be doing a twelve or thirteen hour duty, every night for a week, and then got two or three days off. I'd be crapped out, man. I'd go over there and Mama-san and Jo-san ... hell, they'd wash out all my dirty clothes, bathe me for an hour in that nice heated water, and rub me down all over with some kind of lotion that felt real good. Oh, I'd sleep for anywhere from six to ten hours. And as soon as I woke up, it was just like they'd been waiting for sex the whole time. I'd get blown by Jo-san, who had come to love the taste of my come as much as she did the juice from her mother's pussy or her own. (She used to scoop out some of her cunt drippings into a glass, and drink it when I was watching, because she knew it psyched me.)
After I'd get that blow job and then go pee, we'd sit around and have something to eat and drink ... some tea or something. Hell, the old man was always in his back room, his dope den, and he was either passed out or mumbling a lot of mumbo jumbo. He was in another world and never bothered us a bit.
Later on, Jo-san and I, we got to be pretty serious lovers ... like I taught her a lot of English and took her to some American movies, and bought her a lot of stuff at the PX. It got to where I didn't care about us being seen together, man, because that girl was a looker!
Sometimes, Mama-san would be asleep when I'd bring in Jo-san from a movie or something, and first thing she did when we woke her up was to open my pants and kneel down and suck off my hot cock. Then she had this habit, see, of standing up and facing me and opening her mouth to let me watch her swallow the load. She knew that psyched me.
I guess most guys have heard how an Oriental girl likes to sit on top, straddle a guy at his crotch and ride him after getting his cock up her cunt. Oh, man, Jo-san loved to fuck me that way. There was that cute little goddamn body sitting on me and I could tell that full penetration of my cock was hurting her and made a tear come in her eye sometimes, but she'd never admit it. It was a masochistic sex kick, and the hurt look on her face psyched me. She'd force a smile and ride me like hell, man, until I'd be holding onto her little ass and shooting off a good load. It was like screwing some little kid. It was great!
When I was alone with Mama-san, there was a difference, see. You know what a perverted son of a bitch I am. Well, Jo-san was pretty smart to catch on about things and could speak a lot of English after a while. She was smart enough to know I wasn't going to marry her, and I wouldn't be around forever, and there were plenty of sailors and G.I.'s around there, and after I left, she wanted to be able to snag her another American.
But Mama-san! Hell, she just loved her sex! I think I gave her a hell of a lot of genuine satisfaction she craved because the old man was always on dope and couldn't get a hard-on. And Jo-san, well, she was wanting sex more and more, and I could tell sometimes when both their cunts were red and wet when I got there, they had been doing a lot of sucking off of each other before I had arrived. But when I got to be alone with Mama-san, I used to teach her only the very sexy words, like it was all perfectly natural, but I got it across that they were things that she was only supposed to say when we were making hot love. Man, this thing was so wild I think it psyched her as much as it did me, and she didn't know what she was saying half the time ... or maybe she did. I said she was perverted like me.
I'll tell you what I'm getting at now. I'd be fucking Mama-san slow and long and easy, pumping my cock into that hungry cunt of hers and feeling her muscles play around it (oh, damn, she could fuck). She'd have her legs wrapped up around me, and I'd say, "Mamasan, you fuck so good because you learned to fuck from you brother when you were three years old." She's smile at me like I was saying real tender and romantic words of love, you know, and she'd start saying these things I had taught her to say (and she knew I loved to hear) in that funny accent of hers.
"Oh, 'Merican Admiral Gordon," she'd say, "I suck pricks of ail five big brothers when I am in three years old. Taste good. Many brothers have come. I eat come, suck dick. I want to help you fuck your mother. She has good cunt ... good cunt for you and me. She suck Josan cunt too. Jo-san eat pussy all time...."
You know what I mean, Doc? I have to be some kind of nut you don't see very often, because all of these perverted things psyche me. When I'd teach her to say things like that, and when she'd say, like begging me, "Please, Admiral Gordon. Fuck me. Fuck mother and daughter. I suck pussy of my Jo-san hah morning ... taste good...." Oh, man, that would get to me right in my balls.
And I could get my cock in Mama-san's ass, too. Both of them thought it was nasty and dirty, and I couldn't get it in Jo-San's without tearing her up. I remember they had this old broken mirror, see, and I'd watch from the side when we were all three naked and Mama-san would get on her hands and knees for me to fuck her ass, and I had to be mean and force Jo-san to lick her mother's asshole real wet for me, while Mamasan would suck my cock wet. I'd jump up then and get it in her asshole and start fucking, while she screamed like hell, and I told Jo-san I'd really hurt her mother unless she got back there and sucked my ass and put her tongue up it. Oh, man, what a way to go!
I could make them act out any kind of sex scene I wanted, whatever I was in the mood for. I worked out a little drama where they were both fully clothed and pretended to be two girls just meeting on the street and bowing to each other, and Mama-san invites the young girl in for tea, then seduces her by undressing and comparing the size of their tits, until finally they're both mother naked on the bed in a beautiful sixty-nine. That made me know they were eating each other a lot, too, because they did it so natural. Oh, man, I used to watch first one end and then the other, watch little Jo-san's tongue licking and flying around in her mother's big pussy that she was holding, wide open. With Mama-san, it was better. She had a long tongue and Jo-san was so tight, she didn't need her pussy held open, and I could jack off in five strokes watching that educated tongue slipping in and out of those bald cunt lips, until Jo-san would beg and scream, and then Mama-san directed her tongue up to the clitoris and they both climaxed like a blast-off into space.
I think that mother and daughter experience was some kind if a turning point, you know. It was temporary, and it was all sex as far as I was concerned, but I've always been looking for more of the same ... in a little more serious affair. That's one of the big troubles I've had with Susan ... but that comes later.
Less than a year after that I made Third Class, because I had stayed out of trouble there in Okinawa. It was pure damn luck I never got caught with all that stuff I stole. Anyway, I felt damn good about having gotten out of that flap in Japan as easily as I did, and having some rank again.
There was one thing bugging me, though. It was the. letters from Mom. The way she wrote, I could tell that she was hitting the bottle like crazy and was a pretty sick woman. They'd had her in the hospital a couple of times with cirrhosis and the liquor was killing her, man. And that was the only time I ever went to see the Chaplain the whole time I was in the Navy.
The guy was a prince, man. He had the situation at home checked out within a few days by cable, and he called me into his office and talked to me like a son ... or what I guess a father would sound like talking to his son.
"Jack," he said to me very honestly and sincerely and seriously, "the only problem with your mother is that she's drinking herself to death. She misses you to an unusually neurotic degree. It's your absence that makes her drink so much, her doctor told a Chaplain near where you live when I asked him to check on her. Now ... I don't think it would be asking too much of the Navy to arrange a compassionate transfer for you as a yeoman at the reserve outfit in your hometown. They have several full-time, active-duty personnel, and they can always use a good office worker ... and you were qualified as a yeoman. God bless you, son. I've talked to the Commander. Your transfer papers should be coming through shortly."
[Jack was impressed to the point of tears at what the Chaplain had done for him. He says it was the only time in his life that a "man" had been so good to him. Like so many other males with serious mental disorders involving sexual manifestations, Jack was in great need of a father or at least a father image that he could respect and love. The hippie element may talk all they want to of the authoritarian image as being a bad influence per se. It is my firm belief that the father holds the key to the neurotic condition of many adult males, and that the absence of a father or father image is so very often a causative factor of even more serious mental conditions of this type in the juvenile and adult male. Often, a weak father and a domineering mother may create a similar problem.]
It was a real sad farewell with Mama-san and Jo-san crying like hell. Then that miserable goddamn ship for nearly three weeks, and then a stinking, soot-filled coach on the train halfway across the continent or more. The only thing I figured I had going for me was that this Reserve outfit was an intelligence unit, and all I'd be doing was typing correspondence and filing stuff for eight hours a day, like a damn civilian. And I could join the NCO Club at any military base around, maybe even get some WAVE or WAC stuff for extra sex.
CHAPTER SIX
MOTHER AGAIN
I was one nervous little damn sailor when that train pulled slowly around the long curve into the station at home. I was scared to death about meeting Mother, and finding her a real sick, and much older looking woman. Or, hell, she might have died since the last time I'd heard from her. I hadn't any time between the ship and the train to call her in San Francisco. I had downed about half a fifth and I still felt like I was about to crack up when the train pulled to a stop in the station.
I wish I could tell you my reaction when I saw Mother waiting for me out there on the platform. I was speechless, man, and if I left a lot of empty space two or three paragraphs long, maybe that would help you understand.
Damn! It was like a miracle! I was back to feeling just great again. There she was dressed up like a beauty queen in a green dress that fit every curve of her body-and, I mean, they were the same curves I had left, too-and was she ever beautiful. Oh, what a beautiful, wonderful sight, man.
It was true that she'd had the cirrhosis problems, and she had been through pure hell, but I think mainly she'd just pulled a good con job to get me back, and I loved her for it. It was great to be back.
Of course, Mom had a load on that day she met me there at the train, too, but we were hugging and kissing like sweethearts after we got in a cab to go home. Hell, I forgot all I ever knew about Mama-san and Jo-san for a while, because the minute we got home and Mother began undressing, my cock was up like a damn flagpole.
She hadn't changed a bit, and I guess one reason she looked so extra good was that she was so happy to have me back home. I watched her undress and I was looking at the most gorgeous female body in the world again. Man! She got as far as her garterbelt and girdle, and I was right on my knees eating it, and pussy never tasted any better!
We dragged each other into her bedroom and we were screwing ... I mean really fucking with half our clothes still on. All that day, all that night, all the next day, and I think about half of the next night. We couldn't get enough sex from each other, it was so damn good. We just stayed in that bed fucking, sucking, ass playing, licking ... and, hell, we even took a little time out to have a bite to eat and a drink or two. Mother said she hadn't felt so good since the day I left, and when the weekend was over, she started back on her job again for the first time in months.
Mother and I had sex as much as two or three times a day for the first few weeks. I was never so glad to get back to something so good in all my life. I know it was a week or more until I even thought about Jo-san and Mama-san again, then one night when Mother and Donna and I were lying up in bed together after two good fucks, Mom started asking me about sex over there.
Well, I started telling Mom and Donna about Mamasan and Jo-san, and both of them got turned on and flipped, man! Damn, Mom got to sucking hard on one of Donna's tits; and then she'd grab my cock and finger it and handle it, and get a finger up my sensitive, sexy asshole. Oh, man, she got hot the more I talked about it, and the things she said that I remember were:
"How much hair did the little girl have on her pussy, darling? Oh ... a bald pussy. So young. Um-mm-um, I'd love to lick and suck one so young.
"Jack, did they eat each other? Oh, darling, I'm going to pop! Tell me you ate her ... the little girl ... how she tasted?
"Oh, honey, lets get us a little girl again. Why didn't you write me all about the lovely mother and her daughter you were fucking? Oh, it sounds so wonderful, I just wish we had the money to send for them to come live with us...."
Mom was so psyched by all this that she wanted us to dramatize it, you know ... re-create it, kind of. She wanted to play the part of Jo-san and let Donna be Mama-san. I'd direct it, you know, just like it was a play or movie (I wish to hell I'd had sense enough to take pictures and make movies of us over there on Okinawa ... I could have made a fortune). I'd start fucking Donna and she'd throw those big long legs around me, and Mother would pull off my pants and go to work on us down there with her mouth and tongue ... just like Josan did. Then, we'd switch around, and Mother wanted me to keep talking about Jo-san and Mama-san, except when I was sucking one of their delicious cunts or tits.
That damn booze would get to Mom every once in a while again, and this made me worry a lot, because I thought my coming home was going to straighten her out. She'd drink and we'd swing all weekend, and she'd make it to work Monday all right, but then every once in a while she'd crap out and have to go to the hospital again. A lot of the same old crowd was swinging with us, and there were a lot of new faces (and bodies and cunts and cocks and tits), too. Wife-swapping was big right then, you know, because this wasn't too damn very long ago. We had some couples (some were married), a few single girls (but they usually brought dates), and the goddamn men always looking for a free ride and thinking that if they come as a single, all the women are going to go ape over them. And sometimes, you know, it was good to have some extra men, because one man comes and he's dead for a half hour usually, unless he's real good at eating it, and I've known some parties where they invite two or three extra men just to keep the women supplied with hard cock as much as they want it But the drinking still bugged me, gnawed away at me inside, you know. I went to see a psychiatrist about it and he wanted to get her into therapy right away, but I knew Mom would reject that and probably be angry as hell at me for going to a shrink behind her back. With my security clearance too, it would have been pretty bad news for any information about our private sex lives to get in the wrong hands. I know you can trust most psychiatrists, but then a lot of them hold a reserve commission in one of the services, too. I was just so damn vulnerable.
Doc, I was getting in a real tight bind, and it was me who was getting nervous and shaky and drinking too damn much. Hell, I'd always guzzled beer, you know, ever since I went in the Navy, but it was those fifths of Bourbon and gin that were disappearing out of our liquor cabinet so much that worried me. Mom was still boozing it, but I was catching up with her. And I guess you could say that things got worse before they got better. There was plenty of swinging activity, okay, and a lot of new people, like I said. There was Danny and Lola, Brad and Sherry, Pete and Wihna, Kenny and Alice. They were all married, I think, then Donna and Mom and I were always there, and Bernie and Max, and other guys who were always trying to muzzle in.
At that time, nobody except Donna knew that my steady date was really my Mother, and that was something we always used to get a kick out of. Well, there was Charlie and Barry, I think they knew, but the rest of them didn't know or care, because it wasn't at all unusual for some young stud like me to be kept by an older woman and come to the parties. I guess they just figured that Mom was a doll in her thirties who liked to shack with young sailors for cock. They figured I was just a guy stationed there in town who had found himself a sweet deal and could screw and suck like an expert and was weird enough to do all of these things because he had been to all the big sex ports in the world. I don't think most of them gave a shit one way or another. Swingers are real cautious people and they all have their kinks, so they don't make a thing about other people ... unless it psychs them and they know they're not causing any offense.
We had a lot of guys who didn't mind a blow job from another man at all, or they wanted to fuck me in the asshole, which feels damn sexy if a guy knows how to do it right. The real gay guys are best, because that's their life, but some of the bisexual guys can make it hot to. You know, I think there's a little gay stuff on both sides in a lot of the swinging that goes on today, particularly when you get six or more people together all messing with each other (or maybe a threesome where there's got to be a little gay something somewhere).
Oh, hell, I know I used to get psyched out of my skin watching a woman or young gal get down and suck Mom's tits, go down her undulating belly and then fish for the lips in that dark patch of hair with her hot tongue. Sometimes, oh, damn, some doll like Sherry would be eating Mom while a guy was on one tit, a gal like Donna on another, and she was reaching around for cocks to feel, while some guy was straddling her face and feeding her cock, or a gal was getting her pussy eaten better than ever in her lifetime. Man, I could just go into a sex fit watching something like that and jacking off, but I always had some live cock or cunt to take care of while I was watching.
You know, Donna was pretty damn perverted, and she would go along with just about anything Mother and I, or the worse weirdos, would come up with. She'd stand aside by me a lot while six or eight people were working on Mom, and we'd both talk the hottest fucking sex we could think of to each other and watch the expression on Mom's face and all. What I dug real great was to see her twisting her body around and crying out, and I mean just having one screaming orgasm after another. There was nothing as good as watching Mom have her super orgasms and really enjoying herself as the sex queen of a swinging fuck party.
It couldn't be a damn secret forever. It had to happen sometime. Mother used to always call me "Honey," or just "Jack," and I always called her "Margie," like everybody else did. But there was a little slip up one time when I was hunting for some towels out in the hall closet after about five guys had come all over her in a jack off contest. I yelled, "Hey, Mom! Where are the damn towels?"
That might have passed by if Mother had been sharper than me at that moment, but she was loaded and sexy, and she instinctively called back to me, "Oh, Jack, you're as helpless a man as your damn father was. Honey, they're in the linen closet right by the bathroom door!"
You could have heard a damn pin drop, man. Nothing but dead, dead, dead silence, because it had all come out so natural that nobody there could have any doubts about it being an accident. I can remember a couple of the girls looking real weird, smiling, curious, like the idea sounded kind of way-out sexy to them and they were caught off guard. The men? Hell, they were all shook up by finding out that I was Margie's son. It was a blast, man, and I can remember hearing remarks like these:
Tony said, "Mother and son! Jesus Christ, what a beautiful thing. Let's see you love her again, Jack. Fuck her lovingly, Jack ... while the idea's still fresh ... mother and son ... oh-oh...."
Pete commented, "I always wanted to see a woman like Margie go down on her daughter ... get a hard-on listening to Jack tell about his Okinawa deal ... but this! Oh, you two are the greatest!"
Even Wilma liked the idea and mellowed with, "Mmmmm, now I've seen it all! How deliciously evil."
That Wilma was a sweet little twenty-four-year-old redhead, Doc, and when she said that it turned me on double. I could just see the crazy ideas going around in that sexy cunt's face. It psyched her so damn much-the idea about Margie being my mother-that she started rubbing her naked belly and smacking her lips, and then I watched her hand get lower and lower until she dived into her cunt with two fingers. She had goose pimples all over and her husband came over there and, man, did he throw the meat to her and they both creamed off in about ten seconds flat. I wish to hell I'd had a stopwatch.
As soon as I shot off in Mother and let her muscles milk it all out, I went over and began to eat Wilma. Oh, damn, she had good pussy and that red, red hair made it all the sweeter. I didn't care whether she'd washed up from her old man's cock. Hell, you know me, Doc, I like the crazy stuff, and so did Wilma. She turned around and got my limp cock in her mouth and started to blow it up again.
That wasn't any easy job at that moment, because I was pooped ... long day, and a lot of activity at the party. Anyway, we were sixty-nining sideways and I guess we were going after it so hard that we got to be the exhibition. Everybody was coming over to cheer us on. "Come on, Wilma! Suck it up ... get it up-up-up," her husband coaxed. It got to be a real game and we were sweating like hell and, man, I had a mouthful of cream and a few of her red hairs in my mouth and still eating away. I love cunt like that.
Finally, my cook started growing and it didn't take long. She was sucking, tonguing, and had two fingers up my ass as far as they'd go. Oh, man, she knew how to turn me on and with my sex feelings back, I was sexy all over to shoot off in that pretty mouth of hers. Everybody cheered when she took it out long enough for them to see it was hard, and they cheered again when we both started yelling that we were coming. That crazy cunt, she grabbed my cock with two fingers and pulled it just outside her mouth so that I shot into her mouth so they could crowd around and watch, and a lot of it just splashed on her cheeks and chin and lips, but Donna got down there to lick her clean of it and, hell, one thing led to another and they kissed, and in a couple of minutes there was another show-Donna flat-fucking Wilma. I just loved to watch that redhead's ass push up and the muscles in her thighs and ass get all tense, pushing her cunt up to Donna. Damn, if Wilma didn't have about two orgasms with Donna, too.
There was never any jealousy on my part. Hell, you can't have jealousy in swinging and feel real free about it. I liked to watch Mother fucking or having sex with other people, you know, because that's part of it, what psychs me up good. But Mother, I could tell was getting jealous a little bit whenever she thought somebody else liked me a little too much or vice-versa.
Well, I got to liking Wilma a hell of a lot, and I'd go over to her place and fuck her during my lunch hour sometimes because she lived near the little Navy base where I worked. Her husband, Pete, knew all about it and never complained, but Mother started throwing a damn fit. At a party sometimes, Wilma and I would go off to a bedroom and you wouldn't see us until the party was over, and the first time I did that, Mother threw such a damn fit that I moved into my billet at the Navy barracks for three weeks and never even called her.
Another time, Donna won almost a thousand bucks at the track one afternoon and she asked me to come down to Florida with her for a week, which was an idea I liked because I could see the two of us seducing some young gal in a hot bikini we'd meet on the beach. I think Donna was half kidding, you see, but I admitted the idea sounded sexy.
Man, did Mom hit the fan! It was like all hell was breaking loose, so it was back to the barracks for me again, and I stayed over two weeks. That was all I could ever take though, because the sex scene was nothing without the crowd we knew ... and Mother. I got a few pieces of straight ass from a couple of girls at the office, but they were so damn straight, you know, that when I wanted to go down on their nice little pussies, they thought it was dirty.
Like I told you, I never got jealous or mad about Mother doing anything she wanted with the others. But there was one time when my even temper really hit the fan too. It happened this night Donna and I were in my bedroom really balling it, man. You know, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck, but other times you can really get with it and go on and on and on, and you never want it to stop. This was one of those great ones and we were right in the middle of it when all of a sudden I heard glasses crashing and a lot of cursing and yelling.
At first, I thought it was corning from the living room, because I knew two or three couples out there had been hitting the bottle a lot that night. But, hell no! The noise was coming from Mom's bedroom! She was in there with that goddamn Tony Ricco and he had tried to get sadistic with her ... fucking her in the ass with an oversize dildo that had little pins sticking out of it, while he was slapping and mauling her tits.
Well, when I first got in the room, I saw they were fighting, so I jumped right in and separated them, figuring I'd just sit there until the bastard got his clothes on and bugged. But, hell, no. Tony was itching for a damn fight.
"You fucking two-bit swabby!" he cursed at me with fury. "I used to mop up the flight deck with little pricks like you!"
I guess Tony thought he was back in World War Two when he'd been a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. He took a lunge toward me and was going to throw a fast right, but I saw it coming, and I ducked and got him deep
... I mean deep and hard in the damn gut with a one-two. He slumped back and he was out of breath for a couple of seconds.
When he came back up, he was holding a chair by one leg and got me with it right over the head and shoulders. Damn, I was lucky it was just that fragile thing Mother kept at her vanity table. I was bleeding and had a pretty bad bruise on my scalp, man, but that only made me madder. But the son of a bitch didn't telegraph his punch when he came right at me the next time. Bam! Right in my face where I was bleeding. Man, I felt like I was gonna die, but I got madder at that son of a bitch then ever. I figured it was all or nothing then and if the cops came nobody would dare tell it was a sexy party. They'd all back me and say Tony was mistreating my Mother.
My memory draws a blank when I try to figure out exactly where I hit or what, but the next thing I do remember was that several of the guys from downstairs had come up and they were holding me back and Tony was lying in the corner like a bloody corpse. Man, his face was shot ... his nose was broken. He was about to choke to death then, because his false teeth were stuck down in his throat. The others washed him up and helped him get into his clothes. He was a married guy, so we didn't think he'd cause any trouble for us. And we never heard anything about that from that son of a bitch again.
After that, and the fact that she knew I'd haul ass back to the barracks if she got a jealous kick on again, there wasn't any more problem like that for a long time. It was pretty soon after the fight with Tony that I met this girl, Connie, and became real interested in her in more ways than just for sex.
I met Connie at the NCO Club when she was dating this damn Marine Sergeant, and when they split up, I took over. She was twenty-one years old, brunette, with a body just as cute as hell. You know, she had those kind of tits that tilt upwards when she stood up naked. They weren't real big, just right for her size, and the brown part around the nipples stuck out too, which psyched me, man. They were so damn nice to eat and suck on.
Connie, I guess you could say, was a pretty normal young kid who worked in an office and enjoyed life ... young and pretty ... extra pretty, healthy, fresh, clean. Now, she wasn't a saint, because she'd been around the usual for a girl her age, and I fucked her on about the third date, and then regularly.
But this was a normal thing at first, see. Connie thought swinging meant to go to a playground and swing in the swings. She was straight, but damn sexy, and the nights I screwed her were when Mom would be out at a party and I'd take her home, or we'd go to her little apartment with her roommate was out on a late date.
I introduced Connie to Mother, of course, and Connie really liked her. She'd come over for supper or Sunday dinner, and Mother was teaching her how to do this new kind of shorthand so she could be promoted to a stenographer or secretary. Connie would come over just about any time she wanted to, but we kept her away from Donna and the parties.
You know what a perverted bastard I am, so you probably won't be surprised to find out that I wanted to try to get a nice girl like Connie into swinging and stuff like that. But all I could think about when I got sexy with her, or if I was fucking Mom or just jacking off, was what it would be like to watch Connie ... that sweet young body getting sucked and eaten and screwed, and having Mom and Donna give her the works. Mother never said it out straight to me, but I could tell by the way she looked at Connie that she wanted to get next to her.
Mom would do things like buying her a bikini as a present, say the day before we were going to the beach, and then she'd go in the bedroom with her to help her put it on and all. You know how Mother liked sweet, young cunt, man, so I knew this was going to break sometime soon.
Finally, I got to talking a Utile to Connie about the more way-out kinds of sex. See, she was sexy as hell at fucking and sucking, really passionate. Up to her apartment, see, I used to get her to sit up on this dressing table with the big mirror, and she'd lean back, supporting herself on her hands, and her legs were over the edge, and I'd walk up right in between her thighs and let my cock slide right into her juicy little cunt.
I liked to fuck Connie real slow and easy, and she liked it, too, man, just great. We'd talk about sex and loving and look at ourselves to the side in the mirror. Oh, man, I just loved to watch my dick going in and out of her young pussy, in between that neat little patch of black hair ... and suck a little titty every once in a while and tell her how nice they were and how pretty she was and how nice her body was all over. After a while, Connie began to really dig the sexy talk and it began to psych her when she could come up with some moving statements like:
"Oh, Jack, honey, I love it when I can see your cock enter my body ... see you become a part of me ... see our bodies unite. I love you, Jack ... do you love me? Do you think I'm the best? Do you ever get hard only looking at my body ... only looking?"
I'd tell her I did, of course, and tell her how sexy each old of flesh in her cunt was and that her tits were the best I've ever sucked, and I could get a hard-on and jack off sometimes when I was alone, just from thinking about her.
Connie could have five or six orgasms when we had a good long talking fuck that way, and I finally got her to yell "Shit!" when she would come with me. Man, that was a great way to climax, and I think it psyched hell out of me to hear that sweet kid say "Shit!"
I guess what I'm trying to say is that no matter what we did together, or how far I could get her to go-and she let me lick her asshole a lot and get my tongue inside so I figured I'd assfuck her eventually-this idea of swinging, she thought was completely abnormal. Like she said to me one afternoon, "Honey, anything you and I do together is good, because we love each other. I suck you off and swallow your come, don't I? I'm learning to put my tongue in your ass ... and I'm going to try to let you fuck me there, if that's what you really want so bad. But, honey, orgies with other people like that are sinful! All that adultery ... oh, no, I just couldn't take it, Jack."
If I wasn't so perverted and psycho, Doc, I would have been able to appreciate a girl like Connie, loved her maybe. But when the word "love" gets into the picture in a way that's strictly not foe the sex mood of the moment, I get scared. I wasn't bored with sex with Connie, hell, no, but I was really obsessed with the idea of introducing her to swinging and getting sucked all over by Mother and Donna, but I finally knew that she would never go for anything like that. She had a funny kind of morality, because there was plenty she would do if she could call it "love," even temporarily and with one person.
I found that out the hard way, see, after I had come back from Washington where I had been sent on special detail for eight days. When I tried to call Connie, she just hung up on me flat, until she realized I wasn't going to quit calling unless she told me what was wrong. "You'd better ask your mother, Jack," was all I finally got out of her.
I guess I would have been pretty heartbroken except that I had fucked around a lot when I was in Washington and, I mean, I had some real good stuff about fifteen years old that just wouldn't let go. She was a hippie from New York and din't have much money or a place to stay, so she stayed with me in my hotel room for six nights.
I thought I'd seen and done it all, but this teenage kid could fuck like a veteran, and there wasn't anything in this world she couldn't do with her mouth. She sucked my cock to three orgasms one night over a period of two hours, and it never left her mouth. She was licking, tonguing or sucking it the whole time. I tell you, the next day my cock was too sore to fuck her.
Naturally, I asked Mother about Connie, and I told her that it didn't really make much of a damn to me what had happened, that I was about ready to go looking for something new anyway. That made her feel a lot better, so she told me that Connie came over for supper one night and she (Mom) figured it was then or never.
Now, see, when Mom was telling me this, we were laying around naked in bed after a good screw, and I'll try to remember approximately the way she told me. I know I was fingering her cunt and licking all over a tit when she started.
"Oh, Jack, you must know how much I've wanted Connie. When I saw the nice beautiful hair on her pussy that night when she tried on the bathing suit, I knew I simply had to eat it. I dressed very sexy in a low-neck hostess gown and we ate by candlelight and had cocktails before dinner, wine with each course, cafe royal (with oodles of brandy), and then highballs. The darling was so unused to drinking that she said she felt like she was going to pass out.
"I told Connie that she should take off some of her clothes and he down in my bed for a while to sleep it off, and what a charming and naive little darling she was. I took off everything but her panties and I gave her a kiss and caressed one of her breasts ... giving it just a little friendly kiss. She thought nothing of it. She was feeling so cozy and comfortable.
"I went out and undressed completely in your room and I sneaked back to mine to find her dead asleep. Out! Completely out! She was lying on her back, darling, such a deliciously gorgeous sight. I could see the red hair beneath the white nylon panties.
"Well, Jack, I knew that one sleeps the heaviest immediately after falling off to sleep. I very tenderly peeled her panties down until they were rolled up at her crotch. The sight of her delicious pussy was almost too much. I thought I was going to feel faint. I only moved her thighs a little, and gradually pulled her pants down and all the way off.
"I immediately spread her legs, Jack, and I know you can appreciate how tempting she looked. I crawled between them and began very gently to lick the insides of her thighs up very close to her pussy ... close enough so that a few pubic hairs tickled my nose delightfully.
"Connie made her first movement then. It brought her pussy almost to my mouth. She was, shall I say 'squirming,' my darling. I could tell I was moving her. I felt so marvelously sexy I let my tongue creep on up her smooth, damp flesh until I could feel the stick flesh of her pussy. She moved again, and I became almost delirious for her, Jack. I let go completely and began to suck her inner lips and tongue her clitoris quite strongly. I felt her hand come between her legs as she had one, then another orgasm.
"She woke up that moment and the poor dear had to look twice to see what was happening. She couldn't believe her eyes. She began to talk as I licked her clit again. She said ... oh, something like, 'Oh, Mrs. Gordon ... I'm not a Lesbian ... but don't stop. Oh, you're wonderful to do that to me. Just us. Nobody else must know. I think it must have been some kind of fate ... holy fate, that helped us to find each other. I want to kiss and suck you there, too, Mrs. Gordon...."
"Connie went on and on like that and, of course, I was enjoying the sex of her so much that I would say anything to keep her going. I know how you must have enjoyed her, Jack. She was so pliable, passive and lovely. I licked her all over and put my tongue in her anus, which brought a tremendous response. The next night, I taught her how we could sixty-nine, flat-fuck and rub off a clitoris with a breast, the nipple. She loved them all.
"But, Jack, such a strange girl! She fell in love with me. She became deadly serious and told me how she would have to quit seeing you, and was making all sorts of plans about how the two of us could get together without your knowing it, after you returned. My dear, I almost panicked! She swore her love for me in Biblical oaths, and I do believe the girl was mentally sick!
"It was lucky that I recalled what you had told me about her attitude of loving only one person and how swinging or group sex upset her. So, the only thing I could do was to have her walk in one afternoon and find Donna and me naked and in a climax of a sixty-nine, and I invited her to join us. The poor girl ran from the house screaming.
"I certainly hope I didn't upset her too much....
Well, that was the end of Connie for us. She wasn't really the kind of girl for me anyway. I could never have given her what she wanted, the normal home and kids bit, you know, so it was just as well. She got over it, I guess, and Mom and Donna and I, we went back to the swinging bit like nothing had happened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SEXY KIDS ACROSS THE SEA
When it was time for me to re-enlist or get out, I didn't let Mother know that I requested a Med [Mediterranean] cruise and did re-enlist. I knew I couldn't escape sea duty much longer or, at least I figured I couldn't, since I'd been to the Pacific, it seemed logical that a Med cruise would be acceptable to the Navy ... probably with a shore station in Norfolk, Naples, London, or some place like that.
Man, did I ever have the luck. My Commander at the reserve unit sent me to stenotype and shorthand school so that I could make Second Class and maybe end up as a yeoman with one of the big Navy wheels, taking down the conversations at big meetings and ail in places all over Europe. See, that way I'd have the Med cruise and get sea duty credit, but I'd also be doing a lot of special duty in Europe and North Africa. Great, man!
One of the first things I wanted to find when I had some duty in Libya at Tripoli, was where the cunt was. Man, they had some good-looking women over there, but it was dangerous to try to pick up anything except the professional whores. Well, there was this old fart who hung around the base and did a lot of pimping. I think his name was Mohammed, but just about every man you meet over there is named Mohammed, too. This guy was a pimp for the real classy stuff. And outside of the rich sultans and all, who had their own harems of nice teenage stuff and even younger, the Air Force guys at Wheelus, and the few Navy or Army guys who were there on special duty, were the only ones with enough money for the high-priced stuff. But, Doc, you never saw such bags! After that big buildup, the whores he took us to were toothless, dirty, smelly, and had about as much sex appeal as American women about a hundred years old ... after they're dead.
But, man I had to get me a piece of some of that choice young stuff that was running around all over the place. I'd see these real young Libyans ... Arab girls, and I'd almost crawl out of my damn skin to get with one of them naked. I'd jack off six or seven times in a single night just dunking about it, and I was scared I was going to get drunk some night and go out and rape one of those kids, and then I'd probably get my cock cut off; that's Arab law, I think.
But they had such nice, little, olive-colored bodies and long black hair ... and their faces were sexy, but innocent, you know what I mean. Well, helL Mohammed wanted seven or eight dollars each for those old hags, and I told him he was out of his fucking mind. Hell, I had money. I didn't have to take those old whores, so I asked him what it would cost for a real nice, clean little teenager whose titties were just starting ... oh, shit I was hot for something real young and juicy, man!
Mohammed laughed and told me I was worse than this Sultan he used to work for who wanted five-and six-year-old girls to eat and break in. But money talks for those Arabs and when Mohammed realized I was serious, he said he could get me a real young virgin for three hundred dollars. That was out, but I knew these bastards were like horse traders or union negotiators, asking for the moon, but willing to settle for a lot less. He knew I wouldn't go three hundred, and I doubted like hell that any girl he'd get me, no matter how young she was, would be any virgin.
Hell, I'll cut the crap short here, and just say that I met him the next night with fifty bucks cash and a bottle of bonded American whiskey that I bought at the Class Six store for less than three bucks, but which would have cost a local National about a month's pay on the open market.
Mohammed's front teeth were bared in a smile that I thought wouldn't quit when I gave him the bottle and he saw it was sealed. Then I told the guy that I'd give him twenty-five dollars if he'd take me to the girl and let me look her over, undress her and feel her all over, including a little fingerfucking. The next twenty-five bucks, I said, would come if I could suck her pussy, screw her one time, and get her to suck me off and swallow it all!
He looked kind of thoughtful for a moment, as if maybe he wasn't sure the girl would suck my cock, but then he nodded to me and smiled again as he clutched the precious bottle of American bonded Bourbon, and hailed a cab that took us down into the real native quarter that was off-limits to Americans. Mohammed assured me that he would see me through safely.
I believed the bastard because I felt that a crook like him could get us both in and out of any situation, or else he'd be in jail instead of cleaning up on Americans, and I felt no sweat when he took me into this whorehouse ... a bordello. Now, this place had real class and it was patronized by the fat cat locals who could afford to pay for something special.
Oh, man! Was she something special? Mohammed talked to this fat woman first, argued over whether she'd take part payment for the whiskey and how much; and then I was led back to this cozy little room, and told I could do anything to the girl except cut her, or make her bleed from some outside tear to her body. Mohammed sheepishly admitted she wasn't a virgin, when I asked about the bleeding from busting her cherry.
The girl's name was "Bella," which was fine by me. She had on a couple of pieces of clothes that I could see right through, because they were as sheer as white gauze. It was obvious she was a young kid because she didn't have much titty at all, just little puffs, and the tiniest, cutest nipples you ever saw. Oh, man, her body was just perfect, what I'd been dreaming of. She was like a kid in a way, but with the sexy damn shape to her legs and thighs and that beautiful young ass! Her face was a dream; and she didn't act scared or anything, but seemed interested in me and what I might want to do with her. She spoke some English because she had been with American officers and servicewomen and tourists, and she could pronounce words like, "suck,"
"cunt,"
"prick,"
"little asshole,"
"drink milk from nice man's cock." Oh, man, this little girl was terrific.
We lay down there on this kind of mattress, you know, but she wasn't like those Oriental girls; she didn't start to do everything to please you. I took off my clothes and she stripped naked, too. Oh, Doc that was great to see that little kid naked. She was clean and smelled so good, and a nice olive skin like those real well-bred North Africans have. Man, I licked her all over, sucked her toes, tongued her armpits and made her laugh sexy, lapped at her backside until she got to be a little passionate. I did everything I could, or that any human being could do to a girl with his mouth.
You know, I think I made that kid come once or twice when I was eating her. She was so nice, tight and tiny down there. If she had any fuzz, it had been shaved off. Oh, that was great ... great young stuff.
I had sex with Bella once a month for five months, but that was all I could afford, but if she wasn't worth it I'll kiss your ass at high noon in front of city hall. Oh, man, I could fuck her, too, you know, and that tight pussy could take all my cock when I greased her cunt real good ... and Bella liked to put the grease on my cock, you know. This was really a child of sex, Doc, and when it came to sucking a cock, there wasn't any better, because she had a way that she relaxed her throat when she was either eating it or being fucked in the mouth, and your cock went right down there until it was ... well, hell, I guess the head was in her esophagus, I think it's called, and she milked on your cock with her throat muscles. I'd make her squeal and gag sometimes, but she was a real masochist and liked me to spank her ass hard as hell, too, until it was all red and she was crying. It made her get herself off, I swear it did. And if you think that wasn't something to have that naked little love child over my legs, swatting her ass and kissing it, and getting my finger up her asshole ... damn! And you know one of my big kicks is to suck my own cream out of a cunt, and with hers being so small, some of my come oozed out all around and my cock was covered with it, so what Bella liked me to do (and it really psyched me) was to turn around real quick after I'd fucked her, and we did a sixty-nine so I could suck all she had out, and she washed my cock in her mouth. She spoke a little English, and when she told me how her father had been eating her pussy right in front of her mother since she was really young, I really psyched out.
When they sent me up to Italy and England, the sex situation was a lot different. I met a lot of older (but beautiful and sexy) women and I really liked them I guess because some of them reminded me of Mother, and I was off the little girl kick for a while. Oh ... sometimes, I might blow a whole month's pay for a real young thing, but it was mainly the sex appeal of older women that turned me on.
Maybe some of this had to do with the letters I was getting from Mom. Some of them were pretty damn sad, man, because she'd tell me all about some party she and Donna had been to, and how her heart wasn't really in it anymore because I wasn't there.
"Jack," she wrote, in signing off one letters, "I miss you ... I need your cock!" That shook me up and made me feel kind of bad.
Hell, I missed Mother so much sometimes that I felt guilty about having volunteered to come over for this damn tour that was such a racket and a sweet deal, and I was all hot to trot because I was going to be in Naples, London, Leghorn, Cherbourg and Le Havre, and probably take some leave in Paris or over to Germany, where I heard the cunt was really great.
Doc, I was really making it for a single guy with only a high school education and a little training in typing and shorthand and Navy regs [regulations.] I got promoted to First Class Petty Officer, and I could just see that Chiefs uniform on me in another year or so. A carton of American cigarettes was still worth a piece of ass in some places in Italy and France, and I learned real quick to get away from the damn port towns and G.I. hangouts to find people who really appreciated an American and what he could do for them, I had this one cunt in a town about twenty miles out of Naples. Maria was in her very early forties and kind of plump, and since most guys went for the young slim stuff and few ever got that far out of Naples for their pussy, I had a real good deal with this. She dug the fact that a young guy like me with so many stripes on my uniform could dig a woman like her so much.
See, Maria had great tits and big legs, but like Mom's, they were solid, and she liked to fuck and suck cock more than anything else in the world (she was a widow and had a pension and ran a little shop). But she really liked anything there was to do if it involved sex.
I used to shack with Maria half the time I was around Naples, and she knew some real local whores-girls who fucked the local guys for one or two dollars worth of lira-and when business was slow at the end of the month, she'd invite a bunch of them up and I'd buy all the wine and cheese and bread they wanted, and we'd have us a real ball. They loved Cognac too, which none of them could afford at local prices, but I could jet Hennessy or Courvoisier for two or three dollars a fifth, and we would have a blast for the whole weekend.
These cunts all really liked me, and they weren't bags. They were just girls on the local scene in that little town who happened to grow up to be whores, and that's the way it was all over Europe, Doc. The stupid sailors and G.I.'s would pay through the nose for these bags in Naples or Paris or London ... hell, get away from those places, and you could be a king.
Something with whores is that they always get a charge out of real freakish sex. If you can think of something they've never done, it's a real wild challenge to them. Man, they want you to fuck them as a friend and prove that they can really come with a guy. Their damn clients, it's all an act with most of them. Hell, European whores make damn good girlfriends if you can get them to like you.
Like, four or five of them used to get a real charge out of watching me the way I fucked Maria, and then sucked it out of her cunt, and then kiss her and give it back to her in her mouth. They all wanted me to do that with them, or let me get them lined up bare ass on their hands and knees and I'd ream out each asshole and fuck the one whose asshole I said tasted best.
And they liked to humiliate a man in other ways too, you know, and there I was, the crazy American giving out all the free French Cognac they could drink and giving them a lot of laughs. Hell, it didn't bother me because I was getting what I wanted. I got a Utile scared one night when they tied me down to the bed spread-eagled and went to work on me. They kissed me, sucked my tits, always had a fresh cunt in my face, licked under and around my balls and cock. Hell, it was standing up there and throbbing, you know, but these gals knew exactly when to stop short of my shooting off. After an hour of that I was in a pool of sweat and crying and begging for them to make me come, and it was that come-hungry Maria who won the chance to get my whole load and I was so damn flustered, I had a double orgasm with her fucking on me the way she did. And I tell you for sure, that was some experience.
When I got in that mood for a sample of the real young stuff one afternoon on a weekend, I told Maria I wanted her to get me the youngest kid she could find that night, and I'd let her watch me do everything, and the one she got was a Utile teenager from the farm named Gia, who didn't even look as old as she was. This was a girl who was destined to be a professional whore anyway, so we were able to give her some practice.
Maria and I decided the first thing Gia needed was a bath, and that young gal naked was a delight to bathe. She was little and slim, you know, with a nice rounded ass and real cute titties and a sexy navel. Oh, man to slide my soapy hands all over that fresh flesh and goose her in the asshole and cunt, that was a great experience; and then when we rinsed her off, I licked her dry ... well, as dry as I could, and I went ape when my mouth came to the little navel and the cuntlips, and I dipped way inside to feel a nice, firm pussy, young and inviting.
Well, Maria was just as perverted as me when she got going, and I guess people like us always have a way of attracting each other. She got Gia to lie down in the bed and take a deep breath and hold it; then she poured fizzing champagne into her navel area, and I lapped it out. More champagne, more lapping, and I got so psyched up that I had Maria fix her ass up on some pillows and we poured champagne in her cunt. Man, the fizz feeling made Gia laugh like hell, but I was right down there to drink and suck out the first cuntful, and Mafia wanted the next one.
Gia didn't seem to mind whatever we did, you know, being a kind of natural sex kitten, I think, and Maria being there made it "safe," you know. Oh, she'd giggle a little or protest real weakly if you asked her to do something real weird, but generally she went along with anything and seemed to get a kick out of it all.
I think ... well, the only thing I can remember that got her upset a little, but she ended up laughing and thought it was passo bene (crazy good) was when I got this obsession with long hair. I got her to sit on the floor and I put my cock in her hair and pressed it all around and worked back and forth, until I'd given her a cream shampoo like you never saw advertised on television, I'll bet.
That was wild, man, to see that cream oozing all through her hair and then make it so sticky she couldn't do anything with it until Maria washed it real good with plenty of hot water and soap. Man, I'd like to do that again to a cute little teenage gal like her.
But my time in Italy was just about up after I had the deal with Gia there, and I was looking forward to Paris.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BAD NEWS
They can take Paris and stick it, for the most part. I had never had such a disappointment in my life the first few days I was there. Oh, they had the cunt available all over the town and in every color and race you wanted, and one night this big African gal and a sweet little blonde about sixteen, asked me if I wanted to watch them sex it together and then work on them both ... for fifty dollars. The farm girls away from Paris were two dollars, and they were young and nice, but awkward some because they didn't know all the tricks of sex yet.
But the goddamn money those cheap looking cunts in Paris wanted! The broads along the Champs, they got twenty bucks or more for a quick screw, and ten or fifteen for a quickie blow job up a dark alley was the cheapest thing I was ever offered in Pigatie. Worse than that was my new job and this prick of a Commander I had to work for, Commander Langly. I handled classified communications, see, and he made sure I worked every night, seven nights a week (unless I took leave), just because he knew I was young and single and liked to get around evenings.
Luck was with me on the sex side finally when I found this gal named Simone, thirty-nine years old, big, and she loved to take it in the ass better than anything else, and I mean she could have some of the wildest orgasms and buck her ass around when I fucked her ass. Damn! I liked that, and that was the reason she liked me, because not many guys wanted to fuck her ass to please her, but some would get it in there and warm her up, then shoot off. Not me ... hell, I could fuck it for a half hour and make her come half a dozen times.
We liked to watch ourselves in her mirror, and her kick was for me to take a picture of her ass right after I pulled out, see. She would be down in the dog position and the picture showed her ass and cunt wide open, her legs a little bit apart, and my cream drooling out of her ass and down into her cunt and on her legs. She used to send these to some guys she wrote sex letters to, and they would pay her for them.
Commander Langly was the most sadistic, fucking bastard I ever saw in the Navy. He deliberately did not tell me that word had reached our headquarters that my mother had died, until the funeral was over!
I almost lost my mind when he told me. I cussed that man out with every dirty, filthy, shitty word I knew, and the Chief there in the office who stopped me was the only thing that prevented Langly from feeling a mouthful of my fist knocking his goddamn teeth down his throat. I think I could have killed that bastard right then! The way he said it, with that goddamn "Tough shit, sailor," look on his face. He said, "Gee, I'm sorry, Gordon, but since the funeral's already over, you can't even con the government out of some emergency leave time."
I was out of my mind! I went to the Chaplain. I complained to the brass higher up, the Red Cross. Oh, shit, was I after that Commander's ass! Not that it did much good, because they all came back with this story about how sorry they were, but it seemed that the lines of communication had fouled up somewhere. I know where things got fouled up ... right in Langly's goddamn office. They all said they understood how I must feel.
They understood! How could anybody understand? My mother was my lover! She was my only lover! All the other broads, Connie included, were just cunts as far as I was concerned. Mom was my lover! [Jack paused here at great length, put his head in his hands and came the closest to crying as he did at any time I talked with him. When he did speak again, his voice was very low, very resigned in tone, devoid of the intense feeling that was almost a trademark of his speech.]
Doctor ... I never had a mother....
The thing still had me down a month later, and I think the Commander thought I might go off the deep end, and he didn't want me working for him when I did. I sure as hell don't think that my sudden transfer to England was for my benefit.
That was the only time he ever judged wrong about things with me. In London, I met Deborah, and she changed everything for me. Hell, she wasn't anything special, just a London whore who had seen better years and knew that most of the young guys didn't dig her anymore. But she was big, had big tits, she was a damn good cook and she really liked me. She quit whoring while we shacked up for about three months. I gave her all my pay except pocket, booze and cigarette money, and I lived like a king!
I wasn't in love with this broad or anything and we screwed maybe seven or eight times a week, but we really needed each other. I think she gave me back my life. There I was, a young First Class willing to trust her with my money, getting her cigarettes, good booze, and some jewelry and clothing at the PX. It made her feel like somebody again.
She was a terrific fuck and suck job too, and liked a few way-out things. I was in the mood for a guy again, and she got her younger brother (a kid about nineteen who went both ways) to come over and join us for a few sessions. Well, you know how incest drives me out of my skin, man, and I was happy to sit in the corner and watch that pair fuck and suck while I played with my cock and let it go off about every fifteen or twenty minutes. That brother of hers had a good cock too, and I sucked it off a lot and had everything I wanted.
His asshole was nice and tight and he liked to get buggered, (like they say there), and I was only too happy to oblige. He could wiggle his ass muscles like a good woman can do with her cunt. And the thing that was great was when I would get my hard cock in his ass, then Debby would lick my ass until I was about to cream; then real quick she'd get down under her brother and suck off his cock about the same time I was shooting off in his rear. Debby would just swipe her tongue down across his balls and go for his ass then. Damn!
Debby had been sucking her brother off ever since she used to babysit for him when he was about five or something, and she was always asking him, "Terry, darling, when are you going to let me introduce Bobby to cocksucking. He's old enough to love it now. It's so cute when it's hard...." Bobby was her brother's six-year-old kid.
Right in the middle of me getting back to where I felt good again and was having one of the biggest balls of my life with Debby and Terry, I fell flat on my ass, and I mean that exactly. I was getting a ride in this cargo plane when I was taking some classified courier documents to the States. I thought the goddamn pilot had come to a stop after we'd landed, and I opened the hatch and all of a sudden, the pilot made a quick turn and I bounced out onto the runway and busted my hip in about four places.
I'm okay now, finally all healed and nothing lingering except the memories of being in a cast that almost covered my whole body, falling out of bed and breaking it all over, then having the orthopedic surgeons do a lot of operating and setting and using pins to hold my hip together.
That meant I had to start all over again in that damn cast for about four more months. The thing was from my armpits to my ankles, but I could get around a little bit on crutches. I was always getting turned on by some of the cute nurses, when I wasn't in too much pain, but the results were negative. I was about to think that all those stories about the sexy nurses and nurses' aides were a bunch of crap. Oh, I had a ward boy in one of the hospitals who liked to suck cock, and he used to do it when they took me to the bathroom to bathe me. But I was hot for real live cunt, full of fantasies, and I couldn't even jack off without half killing myself, until they removed part of the cast later.
Saturday afternoons can be dull as hell in a hospital, but the Saturday afternoon I remember was just great This little nurse lieutenant wasn't more than twenty-one or twenty-two, a real sexy doll of a kid named Barbie, short and cute, nice curves, man, and every guy on the ward could get a hard-on watching her swish her ass down the aisle there. She was a redhead, and that's another weakness of mine, but I never thought I'd get a crack at it ... except to jack off under the sheets when I was watching her lean over another guy's bed and I could see her ass practically and a little bit of naked thigh over those white stockings.
I was getting around pretty well on crutches then, and I decided to go down to the library and see if I could find something easy and relaxing to read. There was no librarian there weekends, and I used to go there to jack off sometimes because I was about the only ambulatory patient in that section, and it was usually empty on weekends.
Oh, damn, man! I opened the door to the library and I didn't believe what I saw! Right there in front of me there was that sweet little Barbi setting up on a library table, her uniform up to her ass, and this ward boy, George, was down on his knees eating it and giving her a fit! Oh, damn, to look at the front of those naked thighs and the red hair on that wet cunt was beautiful, and I could see that guy's tongue just going at it until I was about to come all over myself.
But, man, were they two scared people. When they saw me come in and close the door, they started mumbling excuses and stuttering until it was downright funny. I just leaned back against the wall and smiled, and I looked down at the front of Barbi's uniform and licked my lips.
"Honey ... I'll do anything for you, if you'll forget what you saw," Barbi pleaded with me. "I'll fix you up every night after lights out. I'm a very good eater, honey."
She really meant every word of that too, but I was in a damn smart ass mood, everything on my side, and I just looked from one to the other, and said, "Sure, that's fine, but it doesn't take care of George's obligation, and: I think I'd like to suck a good, hard cock right now."
That damn Barbi nearly split a gut laughing, but we had a real sweet threesome. I had George sit up on the table and I faced him standing, but I couldn't bend down, so we put this little step ladder on the table and he sat up on that, which made his hard, young cock stick out just right for me to take it in my mouth, and it sure did feel good to have a pulsing hot prick in there to work on. Now, Barbi, liked to suck cock, too, so she sat down on the floor in front of and almost under the table, and I fucked that cute redhead's talented mouth while I sucked off George. The best part of that was the sensation, the feeling, of gulping his cream at the same time mine was pumping out into Barbi's mouth, and I looked down to see that she had her uniform up to her ass and was fingering off her clit real fast. We all three came about the same time.
Barbi got it fixed up in the ward so that I had a corner bed with a screen around it for privacy, and when she was on nights, man, I used to get the sweetest blow jobs I ever had. She was real crazy to suck cock and lick around my balls and ass, and if I wanted to eat her pussy, she would quietly get up on the bed and straddle my face and pull up her uniform. She didn't wear panties, and I liked to let the white skirt fall back down, and when my eyes got used to the dark enough so that I could pretty well make out the creamy thighs above the white stockings, and that bright red hair, I could just eat away. Barbi secreted a lot, man, and hell, I wish they bottled that stuff. She used to call me her "drinker," and I called her my private "fountain of youth."
The only time it was pretty rough to have any sex with Barbi was when she was working three to eleven because not everybody had gone to sleep before the other nurse came on. About the most she could do would be to jerk me off real quick into her hand and lick it off, maybe pull up her uniform and let me watch her go crazy making herself come. (She told me she used to masturbate in front of her grandfather when she was a kid, and he'd give her presents.)
Man! Incest again, and watching her work on her pussy really psyched me up good. You know, there's something naturally sexy about a damn nurse in her tight-fitting white uniform anyway, and to watch this doll of a redhead just stand right there looking at me and me looking at her, and she pulling up the front of her skirt exposing her pretty thighs in those white stockings, and pulling her cuntlips aside and working herself off ,. . oh, man, it was just unbelievably good! She was a wild one, I tell you, and she made a lot of juicy noise with all those secretions, and I could see her red cunthairs get wet and mat down. We'd both lick her fingers afterwards, and that was sexy when our lips and tongues fought over them, and then she had to wipe out in and around her cunt with three Kleenexes to keep from having it seep through her uniform.
Then, there were times, I might just ask Barbi if she was there during the day, to show me a little titty, maybe lean down over me and play with one of her own nipples so I could watch it get hard. But, man, when they took off another half of my cast and Barbi was on the overnight shift, we'd take a chance on fucking in the nurse's office, hoping nobody from the other wards would drop by. I sat down on a special orthopedic chair, and she could get over me and fuck me. She always wanted her taste of come, and even when she fucked me, she would try to jump off when she knew I was coming, and get down there and grab it in her mouth.
I know I'm no good-looking Casanova or anything like that, and most of the women I've been with couldn't win first prize in a beauty contest maybe, but Barbi was the prettiest girl I think I ever had, and I mean all the way around. Her titties were just perfect, but I never did get to watch her give a nipple fuck to another girl. Barbi was straight, man. Anything with a male, but that was it.
I stayed there through rehabilitation, so even after I was in a regular barracks, I still got to screw around with Barbi all I wanted to. So, when they sent me to this real small base up in New England to finish out my enlistment as a typist and assistant to a tech-photographer, I just had the feeling that a new sex bit was coining up. I could feel it. I knew that something sexy would happen, because that seems to be the story of my life. If a guy really wants sex, he can find it, and a lot of times he doesn't even have to try very hard.
This outfit I was in did a lot of classified work-subs and undersea photography and all-and I had a high security clearance anyway, so that's how I got the assignment. I worked with a CPO [Chief Petty Officer] Phillips, and what was this tech-photographer's hobby? He took nude pictures of his wife and other girls. They liked to con a nice young WAVE or civilian gal into posing nude; and then they'd have a few drinks and wind up with a swinging party, man. They'd make movies of some of the orgies too, and once the Chief had gotten a girl so drunk she'd pose for anything, that girl was hooked. Anything Phillips wanted, Phillips got, because he had the pictures that could send the gal back to civilian life with a record as a sexual psychopath.
I started collecting porno photos as a hobby then too, and I'd get prints of everything Phillips had, and Laura, his wife, who used to be a WAVE, but was plump and forty then, but with everything in the right place, got pretty friendly with me. The only thing the Chief wouldn't let me do was to fuck her, but I sucked her tits, masturbated her, she masturbated me, I ate her big old pussy and she sucked my cock with a mouth as educated as the best cunt. Hell, he took pictures of all that. But, he wouldn't let me fuck her, damnit!
Phillips' hang-up was in blackmailing these young gals into getting with Laura so he could take pictures of them and jack off watching them eat each other and all. At least, I got in on a lot of that and, hell, I had my choice of about seven or eight WAVES on that base that I could fuck anytime I needed ass. They were pretty straight for me though. Only one girl wanted to make it with a real young thing (and I mean I had this hang-up around then for a young girl or boy). We settled for a fifteen-year-old Negro gal who was real cute and lived with her father, who was her pimp. Incest again, man. The four of us went at it one night, and her old man could screw my WAVE girlfriend as good as I could make it with the kid. The best part was watching the WAVE, in her uniform, go down and eat the kid while she was naked on the bed. I got a weird thrill out of that ... looking up her dress beyond her stockings to bare cunt, while she played with it too. Man!
But I guess the craziest fucking thing was a picture of Chief Phillips made using some trick photography ideas he had thought up and was actually several pictures, but looked like only one when he had the final negative and prints made. To start with, he had me stand up in back of this girl and Laura sucked my cock up to a terrific hard (all naked, naturally) and I slipped it between this tall girl's legs from behind, until my cock looked like it was coming out of her cunt from the front, I mean, like if I had put it in her ass and it was coming out through her pussy.
The next thing was that the Chief took another picture of me just putting it up the ass of this other girl as I stood behind her, and after that he took a picture of five other girls lined up with one right behind the other and so close that the pussy hairs on one was jammed at the ass of the girl in front of her, and so on. You talk about something crazy and wild, man, this guy's work was so good and technically perfect (after all, he was a tech-photographer) that you could never tell that the final product was a fake ... not at all. It looked so damn real it was weird, man. There I was with what looked like a cock about eight feet long, going through this row of seven girls from asshole to pussy to asshole to pussy, until it came out of the cunt of the girl he took the first picture of me with.
And Phillips fixed up another one with it going into the front of this gal in a stand-up fuck, and coming out of the ass of the seventh girl ... at the end of the line. Next one was when we all leaned over and worked the same deal, except that he had to paste in my prick coming out of the front girl, but you could never tell it on the final print. I never knew, but I bet he made a lot of money selling-those pictures later. Phillips was a funny kind of guy, the kind you never got to really know, and why he let Laura give me blow jobs, lick my ass and everything, but never screw her, is more than I'll ever be able to understand, and I would rather have had my cock in that chubby's woman's asshole or pussy than to screw all the younger ones.
It was a weird situation.
CHAPTER NINE WHAT TO DO?
I probably should have stayed in the Navy if they would have kept me, but I lost my security clearance (I guess they found out I liked guys, or something), and I was lucky to get out as clean as I did-no bad time, good record and all.
It was pretty lonely being on my own again, and I didn't want a damn office job where I'd end up as a fucking civilian typist or file clerk. Those jobs are for women except in the service. And a truck driver was the last damn thing in the world I wanted to be. I lucked into a thing selling used cars for a while, and I was a good enough bullshit artist so that I did pretty good at it, but I drank a lot and got fired from a couple of places when I wouldn't show up on a Monday morning.
My sex life wasn't bad at all, because I had gotten on this big homo kick again. Hell, I'd have some cunt once in a while, but it was nothing worth remembering. The main thing those first few months out of the Navy was hanging around T-rooms, men's toilets. You go to the Y in nearly any town, you can usually get all the cock you want that way. If you're not careful, you can damn sure get arrested too.
I'll try to be honest with myself and you, Doc, because I know you can tell I've been avoiding the subject. Yeah ... I think I was running away from Mother. You know what I mean? I'd see a woman, good-looking woman with a nice body, in her late thirties or early forties, and I'd look the other way. That's why I was making it with men mainly, because if . I went over to women all the way, I was either going to get caught and put in jail for assaulting some teenage gal with a pretty pair of legs and ass, or I'd end up with somebody who reminded me of mother and I was afraid I'd crack up.
But me, you know, I can get over anything eventually, and I was damned if I was going to end up as one of those goddamn wine-o's hanging around T-rooms looking for some guy to blow all the time, be in jail half the time, and sick and drunk the rest of the time. Man, I'd seen enough of creeps who ended up like that, just from being around the gay T-rooms and bars.
I had to get to working again first, I figured, so I went back to work at a different car lot, one run by a real gyp artist who cared less whether you showed up for work on time, just as long as you sold enough cars for him. There was no guarantee, just commission, so this guy couldn't lose on me.
I was living in a dump of a hotel downtown because it was the only place I could afford then, but when I straightened up, I figured I could go out to an apartment or rooming house in a better neighborhood, and I already had me a good secondhand car that I got wholesale from a guy who just brought it on the lot where I worked and wanted to sell. Yeah, I was still drinking a little, and I still sucked an occasional cock, but I wasn't going to be a damn bum anymore.
You know me by now, so you can guess the rooming house I moved to was one where the landlady was a nicely built woman around thirty-eight who looked like she might want to play, but the name of this broad was almost enough to turn a guy off-Mrs. Lorelei Billie Birdsong. Anyway, Mrs. Birdsong insisted I call her Lori, and she was always finding excuses to do things for me, you know, like waking me up every morning about ten, fixing my breakfast (which wasn't in the deal for the room at all). I never hit the lot until about noon or later and worked on into the early evenings because we had a lot of business after people got off from work or after they ate supper.
Well, Lori, goddamn she had big shapely legs like Mom, and damn if she wouldn't sit around when I was eating breakfast, so I could see right up to her ass. Lori was a damn good-looking woman and kept herself neat, clean, her hair fixed nice and all. So, she was wearing this cotton house dress with bright flowers all over it one day, and she was completely bare ass underneath it, no girdle or anything, and it clung right to her oversize curves, man, and she was all fixed up and smelled nice and winking at me, you know, trying to flirt, like a gal who had almost forgotten how. Yeah, I could tell she was in warm form that morning, and there wasn't ever anybody else in that house after nine in the morning. Her old man was usually drunk or in jail for drunkenness, and that time, he was in jail.
I was just finishing up some scrambled eggs and bacon, and she said, "How about a little Bourbon in your coffee, Jack? They say a Coffee Royal makes you feel young again. It sure works with me."
Then she gave her silly laugh and filled her own cup half with whiskey and half with coffee. I had to decline, man, because I knew if I got started drinking that early, I'd never make it to work that afternoon and I had a six car quota to meet.
But I told Lori, "Hell, baby ... I don't need Bourbon to feel young. I feel like a young stallion in the corral just bucking for hell to get out."
Oh, man, she was reading me! She crossed those juicy legs and leaned over, and her tits made big projections through her dress where each nipple was. Damn! I was hot! And then suddenly, she leaned back and put her hands behind her head, so those big tits hit you right in the eyeballs, and they were hanging, you know, but that didn't bother me, man, and I was so psyched up, the mother symbol psycho bit didn't bother me at all. Lori spread her legs and drooled a little bit as she opened her big lips and licked them, looking down at the rising bulge in my lap, and I could see the big patch of black hair between her thighs up there. Oh, damn! I took my cock right out of my pants, and I remembered saying, "Lori, honey, this thing can't stay inside, if you're going to show me all that stuff outside. How do you like this for a cock, huh!"
Oh, man, I was so hot, I didn't care what happened. Hell, she'd made the first move and I know she knew she was showing off her ass and tits to me and had a hot box ready for screwing or eating or both. But what I did was pretty sudden, I guess and it took her by surprise and she didn't know what to say or do. So, the only tiling I knew was to do what came naturally. I was looking at that black patch of hair and I could see just a little cuntflesh down toward the bottom. Hell, man, I got down on my knees and started licking up the insides of her thighs. Oh, damn! That was heaven, man, because I hadn't had a woman like her in those kind of circumstances in one hell of a long, long time.
"Oh ... oh, that's not right ... you shouldn't do that to me!" she was screaming when I had my tongue in her juicy cunt and was really lapping her up. "No ... nobody ever did ... that to me ... it's not nice ... is it...?"
Not nice, hell! Lori was panting away, wiggling her ass, and she was loving it. But she had to go on with that shit, "It's ... unnatural to ... to put your mouth ... there. Oh! Oh, Jack ... you're going to make me ... eyee-eee ... cornel"
Hell, I made her come three times before I quit eating it because that damn Lori was so hot, I could tell she hadn't had her a cock or mouth job in a hell of a long time. When I asked her, she told me it had been a year because with a drunk husband who wouldn't eat it and was always limp-dicked, she just was doing without.
We went on into the bedroom and I fucked that plump gal in her cunt until I was hitting bottom every time, and that was the way she liked it, you know, like some women can't respond right and get their cookies unless your cock bangs the hell out of the womb or cervix or whatever in hell it is back there at the end of the cunt.
After that, we went back to the kitchen and I drank coffee while she had some more Bourbon, but it was straight that time, no coffee to dilute it. Crazy fools, we were still bare ass and feeling each others' bodies and, man, she wanted to talk about sex. She just poured it all out:
"Jack, honey, believe me, you are the very only ... very first and only man who has seen my naked body and performed the sexual act of putting his penis into my sexual parts in ... over twenty-six years of marriage to Herman. It has been so terribly hard for me, Jack, you must believe ... and understand! Oh, I must tell you everything in truth, Jack. I ... I really wanted you to give me the genital kiss, and I wanted you to irritate my clitoris with your big toe while I was lying on the floor.
Yes, Jack, I am so abnormal in sex I can now share my most awful sex secrets with you. Do you know that I made twenty-seven orgasms one night when I was alone in my bedroom? Did you know I have a secret peephole from my bedroom closet to the bathroom on the first floor, where you go. Many times, I have watched you pee and take a bath ... and I knew I could trust you, because you have masturbated your penis so very many times in there, and I have seen it so big and wished in my heart that I could suck your juice of life from it. Also, Jack ... after I know you have been drinking much the night before and are fast asleep, I have sneaked into your room and seen your penis so very hard sticking out from your shorts. Oh, Jack! I am so very perverted! But you won't tell, I know. Oh, please ... promise me, Jack!"
"Honey, I'm not gonna tell nothin'," I promised her truthfully, and then I held her hand and kissed her big titties a little. "Honey, we can have ourselves a ball in the morning here. We can fu...."
"Yes ... yes, Jack!" she interrupted me with a high pitch to her excited voice, and squeezed hell out of my hand. "We will be very secret lovers. And, Jack ... Jack, my darling....?"
"Yeah, honey."
"I ... I want to do another unnatural thing," she told me with quite a serious and disturbed look. "I've thought about it so many times when I see your penis ... erect. I thought about it today, but I dared not make you hate me. Oh, Jack! I "want to put your hard penis in my mouth! Yes! I want to suck it! I want to make you discharge your semen into my mouth, Jack! I know it's terrible, Jack, but I have a desire ... a very secret desire also of kissing your ... anus! Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. I can't help having these abnormal desires for you!"
"Oh, honey ... you talk to me like that now, and I'm horny again ... and I got to be at work today."
"No ... not now. Tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, I want to come in your room and wake you up ... with your hard penis ... in my mouth!"
As usual in my experience, Lori turned out to be another real weird one, the kind that seems to always take a liking to me, like I sweated passion odor or something. Well, Lori and I, we screwed about every day, but she always sucked off my cock to wake me up, like it was a ritual, you know. And she said she liked to suck it off first so she could get the biggest load of cream. But Lori was a jealous cunt, and when I mentioned swinging with this other girl who had a room there and I knew would go for both guys and gals, she wouldn't have any of that.
On the sly, I was having me a few guys still, just in the park or a T-room, but I wanted some more variety in the way of females, man, so I figured I'd go down state for a week once when I was over my quota at the car lot and had a little extra money as well as time, and visit my cousin Jane. I hadn't seen her in a good while, and I knew how she always was glad to see me and get some good cock and eating pleasure, too.
Jane was still a damn good-looking woman to have three kids and a son-of-a-bitch like Bedford for a husband. He was a truck farmer, see, and he was always hanging around the house, except when he would take some tomatoes into market or something else like that.
Bedford was jealous as hell about Jane, and he'd gotten in fights with guys who he thought were looking at her the wrong way. Now, I wouldn't guarantee I could get the best of a tough farmer like him, so we had to be careful and also never let him know that anything went on between us when we were kids. Otherwise, old Bedford and I were a lot alike, because he was in the service in Okinawa in the War, and he got a big charge when I told him about Mama-san and Jo-san one night when we were drinking pretty heavy.
Hell, he was easy enough to fool when it came to me fucking Jane and having a session with her four or five times a day. The first time we did it on that visit was wild! I mean it was like two old sex lovers that hadn't been with each other in a long time, and just aching to hit the sack together again. We did a sixty-nine and Jane said my tongue work was twice as good as Bedford's, which was real sloppy and just for his own kick, and he left her frustrated a lot because he didn't know where the clit was, and he just got down there and gobbled, which nearly anybody would want to do when they saw Jane stripped and had a look at that cunt.
We had a couple of hours alone the first night and I just flat out fucked the hell out of Jane's cunt, and she was throwing her arms and legs around me, saying, "Oh, Jack ... it's been so long ... Jack, oh...."
But damn if I didn't shoot off before I could get her to climax because the inside of her pussy felt so good again, and she had a way about her that as soon as I put the head in, she could "suck" the rest of it in her cunt, balls deep. Of course, I didn't let her do without. I got down and spread her legs and licked up to her juicy cunt, and I told her I'd give her five hundred dollars if she could honestly say that anybody had ever eaten her pussy better than me ... and I knew she got out and fucked around a little on the side too.
She came once and wanted more, so I had a way to set her up real good for this. Jane has such a goddamn sexy body man! Her tits are like big fat oranges with navels ... inverted nipples, you know, and her thighs have real good shape and reminded me of Mother's, which were perfect. So, I got her to lie down there on her back again and I began to go the teasing way. I started out sucking her toes, each one, and by the time I got to licking and kissing up her calfs and behind her knees, Jane was really crying, begging me to come on up and eat, she was so hot, but I slapped her hand every time she tried to play with her pussy.
After a while of going real slow, licking up the front and back of each thigh until she was screaming and smacking her clenched fists on the bedcovers, I finally got just to the lips of that dripping cunt. Oh, Doc, I was so damn glad to be getting some of Jane again, because everything we did came so naturally, and I made the tip of my tongue real hard and went up and down the lips, and she like to have gone completely crazy ... hysterical! "Eat me, Jack ... goddamn you, I'll kill myself ... tell Bedford! You've got to eat it now!"
But I kept teasing it along. She was having an orgasm or two, but she wanted those inner lips and clit taken care of like she knew I could do. So, I got down to where my tongue would go in a little more, and a little more, and then the tip of it was working her inside lips and I'd suck on them, you know. Oh, man, then she started climaxing better, and Jane hugged my head to her box and started talking about leaving Bedford and the kids and coming to live with me and do nothing but sleep, eat, drink and have sex.
Now, when I did get her clit in my mouth, and I mean in between my lips and sucking and then nibbling on it ... damn, I don't remember what she said or what I said, but I know we were both going out of our fucking skins! I was jerking myself off and she was yelling she wanted it again, so I turned around and managed to get my cock in her mouth and, man, we both came together like we were synchronized for sex, and she drained every drop, and when I turned to kiss it out of her mouth, Jane laughed and said, "Jack, you never change. I knew you'd want it. You forgot, I'm just like you, honey. I took it all and I loved it. I got it before you did, and you can't have any ... ha-ha...."
You know, it wasn't like she was really laughing at me, because Jane and I understood each other too well for that. The only thing that killed the final joy of that evening was the sound of Bedford's truck pulling in the driveway outside, and we heard him come right in the house and head straight back for the bedroom, so I grabbed all my clothes, man, and I jumped out of the window and ran like hell until I got to the chicken house.
Well, you know I'm pretty much of a city boy and I never knew a damn thing about chickens except when it was fried or baked, only now, I sure as hell understand the joke about the guy who lost his chewing gum in the chicken house and thought he'd found it six times. That place stunk like hell and those damn chickens didn't know what to make of a naked man running in there in the middle of their night's sleep. So, I got my clothes on as quick as I could, but in came Bedford wanting to know what the hell I was doing out there setting up a squawk with the chickens that time of night. Right then, I had no idea what Jane had told him, or what the hell to expect, but I remember I came out with something like, "Bedford, I just thought I'd try to be some help to you all because you're being so nice to me, and I thought I'd come out here and gather the eggs for you now, and you'd be surprised to see the big basket of them in the house in the morning."
Bedford busted a gut laughing at my city ideas, and went on to give me a lesson on when hens laid, and when to collect eggs. But, man, I tell you that was a close one and as much screwing around as I've done with other men's wives, it was the nearest I'd been to getting caught with my pants down. I still drop by their place once or twice every year and Jane and I go at it like long, lost lovers, Doc. She's a damn good piece, and I guess ... oh, it wasn't more than six or eight months ago, maybe less, I was down there for three days, and we went at it again. See, sometimes we'd fingerfuck each other or one eat the other, right there in the kitchen together, and Bedford and the kids were in the next room watching some damn TV show.
A lot of times it was risky as hell when we had sex, and that seemed to add to the thrill of it, knowing he was right there and his wife was being fucked or sucked off by her cousin. Sometimes, Bedford would be working out in the field, and we could watch him from the bedroom window while we were naked and making it, man, and I'll never forget the day we were doing it that way and one of the kids walked in and I just slid off the other side of the bed onto the floor, and I never heard that he had seen me.
That girl Jane, she really understands me, you know, and that's why I love to fuck her and to think back and talk with each other about when we were kids and screwed around and what we would like to have done at that age, if we knew as much about life as we did in later years. There's several kids we both remembered, and a couple of adults, too; and we like to dream up imaginary situations of sucking off some young guy's cock or eating the woman who ran the drugstore, and it gives us a lot of psyching up, man.
But Jane would never let me talk about something that was really getting to me, and that was her little teenage daughter Dianne. I was always trying to get to her, but Jane was able to keep her out of my way most of the time, and she swore that would be the one thing, if I ever did it, that she'd tell Bedford everything and let him take care of me with his hunting rifle.
I had a few good jack offs that she never knew about, because Dianne and her little girlfriend used to play in a hiding place behind the bushes where the bedroom was ... the bedroom I had when I was visiting them. They were real cute girls, and they played some sort of game with jacks, and then would play with each others' tits. At the end of the game, they fingerfucked each other and they had the cutest damn little pussies. That was the climax for me, when I was sneaking a look at them, and I shot off into a handkerchief.
Oh, damn, I sure wanted to get in that Dianne, and maybe I will someday, but I doubt it, not if I'm going to change around some of my screwed up life. But ... no promises yet, Doc. Hell, when I think of some of those young gals I used to watch around the junior high schools, showing off their asses and flirting, I just don't know....
CHAPTER TEN
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER: MANIFESTATION
Ever since my mother had died, I don't think I did much more than live from day to day, and even now, I wonder how I'll ever have anything to live for unless I can look forward to more and weirder sex kicks. What makes it so hard is that I know from experience that the kind of sex I like is out there, and I know how to find it.
One of my biggest incest hang-ups has always been with a mother and her daughter, and that's the reason I was so damn anxious to get Jane to want to mess around with Dianne. I think I could have just sat there shooting off for an hour watching my sweet cousin's lips eating her daughter, my niece, and then I could have taught her to suck my cock off and to fuck. It had been so damn many years since Okinawa, but I never could forget Josan and Mama-san, or a new and more exciting variation of it.
There was this real cute waitress named Susan out at one of the neighborhood bars near where I lived, and I had been working on getting her to let me give her a ride home for the longest time, before she finally broke down and accepted the offer one night. She'd been sneaking several drinks herself that night, and I think she was pretty tired, and maybe upset about something. Man, there was something about this girl that got to me, and she was real sweet and nice, brunette, cute shape, married, but I figured there was something wrong there with her working every night until this bar closed.
When I asked her the obvious, "How about dropping by my place for a drink first?" (I had an apartment of my own then.) She didn't put up any fuss at all, but acted like she wanted to go anywhere but home. She drank doubles, and so did I, and before long, Susan and I got to talking pretty damn frankly, and telling each other other the stories of our lives, and I know you know how that goes after a few drinks and you've got a glow on for a pretty new girl you're alone with.
I was looking her straight in the eyes when I talked, and she really looked pretty-real nice black hair. Hell, I could tell she didn't have a lot of titty on her, but the rest of her made up for that, and if a girl has small ones that I can suck all the way in my mouth, hell, it's better than sucking cock.
"You think you've got incest in your family!" she said, after I'd told her a hell of a lot about Mother and me. "Listen, Jack, you wouldn't believe what I went through. I was adopted when I was twelve years old by this rich guy and his wife up in New York. They had a big place out on Long Island. They worked on me very cleverly, letting me see them naked or making love. All of that teased my curiosity until it turned out that my 'mother' put some drugs in my fruit juice one day, and the next thing I knew I was naked on the bed. They were stripped naked. My 'father' had a penis on him about ready to erupt, and they were licking my body all over. 'Mother was on my clit and I liked the physical sensations. I knew it was wrong, but 'mother' never let up on me. She was sucking me or kissing my tits every morning when I woke up. 'Father' took about three months before he could get his penis all the way in me.
"That's the kind of life I lived until I was sixteen, Jack; and then I went to the police, and spent some time in a mental hospital ... but not long enough. I'm still all screwed up about sex. I'm glad we talked though, really. It's nice to know other people ... people that I like, have had to go through that same kind of thing. Oh, hell, Jack, I'm really nervous and jumpy tonight. I think...."
"I know your problem, honey," I said with a friendly smile and not a smirk, "you're old man ain't giving you enough cock."
"You ... you bastard...." she kind of giggled to laugh it away, but remain friendly. "Well ... I'm not going to sound shocked, Jack. From what I've told you about myself, I should expect a remark like that. Sure ... I love sex. I'm human ... almost. But to have to keep house, go to secretarial school, take care of an eight-and a fourteen-year-old daughter ... and a shit of a husband, doesn't leave me much time for it. Besides, with my small breasts that could compete with lemons for size, a lot of the guys I meet ... and could like ... they think I'm a butch ... ha-ha...."
"Hell, from what you've been telling me," I said, easing closer to her on the couch, "You had a lot of that from the woman who adopted you, and I'll bet you've gone that route a few times since then ... been in bed naked with a nice young girl, played with her titties and fingered that warm, hairy hole and put your lips down to soft, sweet, furry...."
"No ... oh, stop it, Jack, stop it!" she yelled at me, and I mean her whole body was shaking and she squeezed my hand like crazy, "I've told you too much already ... oh, God, I haven't been with a girl in months ... I'm trying...."
"Honey, you've got a cute little fourteen-year-old daughter, and I'll bet she...."
"Shut up!" Susan screamed at me like a homicidal maniac, her body tensed with violent potential, you know. "You leave Teresa and Bunny out of this! Do you hear me? They don't belong to this side of my life or to any of your life. So, Jack ... don't ever get any ideas. Never! Do you understand?"
"Sure, sure, honey," I said, trying to sound like I meant it. "Hell, I was only kidding anyway. It was a bad joke, but now I do know a few swinging people, you know, and I think you and I could have some damn good times together."
"Can I trust you, Jack ... really trust you? I need somebody ... to trust, so badly...."
"Sure, you can, honey."
"I'll give you my phone number at home, Jack. Between ten and noon is safe usually. If he's there, I'll just give you some ... oh, some double talk or something. You'll understand...."
Susan was my kind of woman ... not the chubby type, but we psyched out together, and she did have a nice body all the way, except for the tits ... but they were good, too. Hell, I would have thought the reason I went after her and called her nearly every day, might have been the fact I knew she had a fourteen-year-old daughter, but I really did like Susan. I saw her almost every night at the bar, gave her a ride home, but it was over a month before she agreed to my idea to pick her up in the morning, when we were both free and her kids were in school, and come over to my place for a while.
That was the first time I fucked her ... the first time I saw her naked body, just lemon-size titties, like she said, and built like a small boy ... or girl. Hell, a lot of young boys are developed the same as young girls around the ass and thighs. And I'll tell you this, with the way she was built, she always looked good naked at a swinging party, and had the kind of sex appeal that turns on any man, all Lesbians, and a few other females that might want to just give the other way a try sometime.
To me, one of the sexiest things about Susan was that she liked almost every single sex kick that I did, and we had so much in common, you know, about our backgrounds and all. Susan was slow about doing some things, but once you got her started, she loved it for life, like cocksucking. See, I was really hot for a blow job that time, and she's got a small mouth and beautifully shaped lips, and I had this horny goddamn feeling, like it would be the greatest thing in the world to fuck her mouth.
We were lying there naked in bed and she was kind of kissing around it, while I was eating her up-that crisp black hair and pretty little cuntlips. She was built like a young girl sort of, and I wanted to watch that cute baby face eating my cock. It was a beautiful sight, man, but I could tell she had to get back into practice, and I think she was pretty damn nervous, too. But me, I loved the taste of her pussy because ... maybe it tasted like Mother's, but I can't be sure, so I'll just say that it had a real natural woman's taste, not perfumed or with any of that douche crap some women use.
It was so goddamn good to fuck Susan straight, because I liked the way she'd wrap her legs up around my ass and hang onto my neck, so her body was suspended, and it was like we were fucking each other. Oh, damn! Did she ever make sexy noises and move her ass around and like to French kiss dU our mouths were dripping and drooling, all at the same time as we were fucking.
But one of the first things that turned me on extra special, was when I found out how hot other girls and women made her and how she liked to talk about sex with other cunts when we were having our sex together. We both liked a little homoi stuff, and the Lesbian desires, they had psyched me as much as they did her, and we used to do a lot of talking about going out together and picking up a girl and seducing her-all the things the three of us could do together.
In a few months, Susan got a complete divorce from her old man. I swore to her that I'd never mess with her daughters, and she must have believed me because we moved into a larger apartment right away, and her mother took the younger girl, Bunny, into her house, and Teresa and Susan moved in with me at the larger apartment. Susan got her a daytime waitress shift, and things went along real even and cool for a while, except that I did sneak out to suck a cock occasionally.
From the first day that I saw her, I knew that there was a mutual attraction, a sexual attraction, between Teresa and me. You know, with most situations like that, it would have been a normal and fatherly type appeal, because her old man had treated the kids pretty rough. But with Susan and me from the same general type of fucked up sex background, well, I guess there was a seed, what you might call a sex hang-up seed planted there. If Susan noticed the looks Teresa and I exchanged, she didn't say anything about it; and I managed to control myself for about the first three months.
You know, Teresa must have looked a lot like her mother must have looked when she was a teenager about fifteen. She didn't have anything but two Utile lumps and nipples for titties, but had a real developed shape, otherwise, which was also like Susan. Teresa was a hip kid, and I know she had taken notice when I would look up her dress every damn chance I had. Well, how the thing generally got started, you could say, was when Susan would go to work in the morning while I was still asleep, and Teresa would pretend to be sick or scared of something and want to crawl in bed with me.
That was what started it, but it was all just "lovely" stuff at first, you know, and she loved to call me "Daddy," and she'd say, like, "Oh, Daddy, sweetheart, I love you so much ... I don't want to go to school. I just want to stay here in bed all day with you."
You can imagine, see, how I've got a big hard-on feeling her body warmth and hugging her and giving her little kisses (she insisted on straight mouth kissing, nothing like a peck on the cheek, and she was the first to French kiss me with her sweet little tongue), but I swear I didn't do anything else but maybe feel her up, play with a little titty "accidentally," and slip my hand under her pajama panties when I was holding her, so that I could play with her damn sweet rounded ass but pretend it was just being "lovey," like a father patting his "little" girl's rear. Damn, I used to come in the bed sometimes when I was extra hot from feeling her ass or titty, and I'd have to take the sheets down to the laundermat and do them, then lie around on them so they wouldn't look any different than when Susan had left.
I was so obsessed with the idea of having Teresa, but I made her do most of the advancing so I couldn't blame myself for it. Of course, I knew that she knew that I wasn't putting up any objections, and that I liked what we did each step of the way, and it was pretty gradual, you know, over a period of time. I'd get scared ever so often that Susan suspected something, and one reason was that she raised so much hell about Teresa staying home from school "sick" so often, but then I'd give Susan about two hours of fucking and sucking and talk to her about a swinging party and how I could find her a nice cunt to eat, and things seemed okay again.
Susan liked her booze about as much as I do, sometimes, and we got to drinking pretty heavy for a while because we both encouraged each other. That wasn't good because we argued a lot when we were drunk, and I can get mean as hell and be really brutal if I get that way. I came home from work one night, and it was about an hour earlier than usual, and Teresa was spending the afternoon and night with her girlfriend. Well, you can imagine how I took it when I opened the front door to our apartment and I see Susan's ass the first thing, because she's down on her knees giving a blow job to this kid about eighteen years old that she knew from her waitress job. I beat him and her both until they were black and blue all over, and this kid's ribs, two or three of them, were broken. All at that same time, see, things were getting closer and closer between Teresa and me, and I guess I had a big guilt thing about us, so I was glad to be able to take it out on Susan.
Not long after that when Teresa and I had been smooching in the bed, I had lost track of the time and looked at the clock and told her that I had to get up because it was my day to be on the lot at noon, and I had to bathe and dress. Well, Teresa was in one of her playful and aggressive moods that day-hell, she only had on the tops of some babydolls you could see right through-and she jumped off the bed with me, and said, "I'll take a bath with you. We can wash each others' backs."
Doc, believe me, that was something I just didn't have the willpower to turn down. I swear, I just couldn't help it. I had to go through with it. We stripped off and ... oh, goddamn! It was the most beautiful thing in the world to see that young body buck naked and she wasn't a damn bit ashamed of it ... or ashamed of seeing me naked with a half hard-on. Oh, man, we got into the tub of water and started sudsing each other up and washing each other all over, you know, and I'd slide my soapy fingers in her ... between her legs, feeling the small lips and right inside her tight cunt. Oh, man, I was really psyched!
Finally, little Teresa started to washing my body all over, and I could tell she was real excited to get down to my hard cock with that sudsy wash rag. Damn! It was big and hard, sticking straight up there and she played around with it, you know, letting it squish and slide around between her fingers. She must have played with some cock before, because after a minute, man, I couldn't take any more and I pinched a tit with the fingers of one hand, slid the other one underwater and into her little cunt, and I was shooting off all over the place.
After that, I fingerfucked her every day and gave her good orgasms, and we did other things, too; like she got a kick also out of talking about sexy things, maybe it was something about how the girls at school used to like to look at each other' pussies and "inspect" them in the shower room at gym class.
She was telling me one day, when we were in bed naked, about how she kissed and sucked the tits on this seventeen-year-old girlfriend of hers, and I had seen the girl once myself, so I knew she was a really nice overdeveloped blonde. Teresa said her tits were like most grown women have and a lot bigger than her mothers. This older girl had gotten in trouble, she said, because she was known to try to play with the pussies and titties of other young girls at the school, but, man, I'd have given a week's commission to have watched Teresa and that girl sucking on each other. Damn!
When Teresa told me stories like that in her sweet little voice she would say expressions like, "I sucked Marie's tee-tees and she kissed my sex button ... Boys always try to look up my dress, so I let them sometimes. One nineteen-year-old boy told me he would give me ten dollars if I would let him kiss my pussy-wussy and twenty dollars if he could fucky-wucky." And man, when I was sucking on those little buds or licking her navel or belly and she talked like that, I just had to go right on down to that fuzzed slit and lick inside the tight hole and then glue my damn mouth to it and suck it hard enough until she could really feel the vacuum ... suction. Teresa loved the sensations, and I don't think any pussy tastes better than young stuff like that that hasn't been had very much in any way before, except for masturbation, and Teresa admitted she did that nearly every night.
We took baths together a lot then, and one day when we dried each other and got in bed naked again, I noticed she was secreting natural sex lubrication in her pussy. I slid my fingers around in there and it was really a psyching experience. That was the day I turned around in bed to eat it real good, and damn! Oh, man, her sweet little lips slid over the head of my hard cock and she began sucking away. She was good at it, too, because she wanted to please me so damn bad, man; and I just pushed it in and out a little by moving my ass, and in a few seconds, I had to let go, without even time to tell her. Of course, she knew I shot off, because she'd jacked me off a lot, and I guess she wanted it in her mouth, because she could sure feel the last big swell up before I let go. Goddamn! She couldn't take it all, but when I looked down there and saw my cock surrounded by her lips and my cream all over mouth, cheeks and chin, I'll swear if I didn't hit me a double header, you know ... so crazy and psyched up that it went hard again real quick, and I had a second climax. Damn!
The cherry had to come next, because I had never actually screwed Teresa, but with all my hard sucking and fingerfucking and her masturbation, and probably some playing around with boys and girls she never told me about, I wasn't surprised that I didn't really break her open and bleed. In other words, I guess she had been broken open in some ways before, but she'd never fucked a guy, and I'm damn sure that was true, and it made me feel like the sexiest person in the world that I was going to be the first male to slip a hard cock in this sweet young girl's pussy.
The way it happened was just as natural as could be, because we were naked and horsing around in the bed, and I was kind of on top of her, and my cock slipped off her pelvis and in between her legs, and Teresa gave a sudden jerk, and said, "Oh! Oh ... put it in me ... please. I want it...."
"No, baby, you're still a virgin," I said, but my cock was nuzzling hard against those fuzzy wet lips, so I tried to talk her out of it by saying, "Baby, you know I'd love to fuck you, but your mother would kill me, Teresa. She'd...."
"Just a little bit ... please," she interrupted to beg me. "Just put old baldy [her pet name for my cock] inside the juicy place and let me see how much it hurts ... try just a little...."
You know, Doc, I'm too weak to resist something like that. I had to go on, so I got down there and licked the lips and inside and kissed her clit a little to be damn sure she was nice and juicy; and then I got back up over her and I held hold of my cock and let the head of it go into the outer part of her cunt about an inch or less. Oh, man, was I sweating and excited. Oh, damn! I was going to get a virgin, and my own stepdaughter, and I knew that Susan had threatened to kill me almost if I fucked around with her daughters. Yeah, I had a lot to sweat and be excited about, man, but I wanted to ram that cock in her juicy little cunt so bad, I was going nuts, and Teresa was all hot and breathing heavy and moving her hips just a little, but enough to make me feel it in there.
"Oh ... oh, darling, Daddy!" Teresa cried out to me in the most beautiful voice that psyched me up so I had to try my damnedest to keep from shooting off. "It doesn't hurt, Daddy ... put it in a little more ... please.
She'd never called me "Daddy" like that before, and it just made me hotter and more psyched, and I was hard put to control myself, man, and I pushed forward and let it slide a little bit more inside. I could feel my cock being squeezed by her tight vagina, but it was over two inches in there and it wasn't resistance ... just the squeeze.
"All of your penis, Daddy! Please ... fuck me!" Oh, man, she was crying for it like that and doing her ass around and had that look of desperation on her sexy little face and lapping out with her tongue and puckering her lips round like she was wanting cock to suck, too. Hell, I couldn't help it! No man with balls could have! I let go and pushed it all the way in that tight cunt that was juicy and grabbing it, and I started fucking like I was in some cunt that was well broken in, and I kept going in and out pretty fast because I knew I couldn't hold out long, man.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Kiss me!" It was pretty awkward, but I did manage to get my drooling mouth on hers just at the time I shot off, and I'll be damned if Teresa didn't make the whole thing perfect by having a big orgasm at the same time. I know that was damn unusual, but maybe it was because we had been playing around together for so long that we could sense the stage of sex each other were in, like the fast upswell of my cock just before I come. We had us a real love affair going for several months, and I was the most satisfied I'd been in years-fucking and sex with the daughter in the morning, and fucking her mother at night and sucking the cunt Teresa came from. Man, I was psyched up all the time!
When the inevitable thing had to happen; I swear to this day, I don't know whether Susan was more jealous of me for screwing Teresa, or of Teresa for having sex with me. I'll tell you the truth that I think the psychology of it was that Susan wanted to have sex with Teresa, because she could always get so psyched up when I would make up a story when we were fucking, about us getting a young girl for a threesome. I'm almost damn sure that Susan wanted to eat Teresa's cunt more than anything else.
The way the tragedy happened was that one day Teresa came in the bedroom and told me she was so hot that she wanted me to suck her to a climax real quick, while Susan was out of the house, and she also said something about how good it would be when we could fuck again the next Monday (it happened on a Saturday). We didn't know that Susan was standing right outside the open window looking for some flowers to pick off this vine that grew up beside our first floor apartment.
Oh, hell, man! Susan came in the room screaming like a maniac! "I knew it! I knew it!" she kept repeating like she was out of her mind. "Goddamn you, Jack Gordon! You don't love me! You wanted me because I could bring Teresa to live in the same house with us! Oh, what a fucking fool I've been! I can take your other men ... the goddamn queers! I can take you staying home from work like a drunken sot! But not this! You can go straight to hell, Jack Gordon. I'm taking Teresa to Mother's, and I'm going too. Teresa! Get packed! We're taking the next bus out of this town to Pittsburgh!"
It was awful. That was the first time Susan left me, and I'd killed a fifth of whiskey before they finished packing and called a cab. After that ... I'd work a little and go down to get some creeps to blow and bung with. But my heart wasn't in a damn thing, nothing to psyche me any more. I could get hot as hell, but I couldn't think of any place I wanted to stick it in and fuck. Mother was dead, Susan and Teresa gone, and I wanted love and companionship to share, so I tried to live with a gay guy who said he loved me. Shit! Forget that homo stuff except for a quick blow job or psyche material at a swinging party. I think that proved to me I wasn't really gay or even a bisexual. I could never be in love with a man. It takes a woman to love.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MAKING IT, MARRYING, AND SWINGING
It took me almost six months to get myself halfway straightened out and a few bucks in the bank by topping my sales quota, but I was tired of being a damn used car salesman. I wanted a job where I could take it easy, ball a little, and not have to work. So, what did I do? Hell, I got my money together, sold my car, took the documents I had on income from disability, took them all down to the bank, and I bought myself a damn rooming house to run.
Oh, man, this gave me all kinds of weird ideas, you know, like I might fix up peepholes so I could look in on the girls in their rooms naked at night, watch them get out of their street clothes-sexy stockings, garters and all-and get nude, and maybe some would have a boy or girlfriend over for sex. Just the basic idea of owning a rooming house where there would be young women living, like sales clerks, typists and that kind, it just psyched the hell out of me.
Mindy was a real experience and more to me than just the usual sex piece, but one of the greatest things that happened then was with this dyke Lesbian, Annette, who was just as pretty as could be and looked like a femme. This cunt's favorite kick was to leave the damn door to her bedroom open while she sat or lay bare ass on the bed and fingerfucked herself ... when she thought there was another gal coming up the steps who would be walking by her open door to the hallway. I had a complaint about her from a real straight chick one day, but I wondered how many girls had ever taken up her invitation.
When I found out about Annette's gimmick, I put on a pair of Mindy's high heel shoes one day when she was at work (damn, it was hard squeezing my feet in them) and Annette was home because she had weekends off and worked weekends. Oh, man, I felt like a Lesbian myself, because I knew Annette would think I was a hot-looking gal when she heard the click of those heels.
I knew she probably wouldn't look up because she wanted it to look accidental that her door was open and goddamn there she was, this little blonde about twentysix with a cute ass, and she was squatting on the bed Indian style, reading a book, see, that covered her face. But that broad was mother naked [Note Jack's occasional frequent use of the term "mother naked," and its probable relation to his own experience.] and her hand was down on her cunthairs with the fingers juicing away at her liquid cunt. I mean, she had her pussy wide open so you could see the pink meat inside. Damn!
I went on by quickly with the clomp of the women's high heels and then I stopped. She would figure I was the cute little waitress who lived upstairs and came in that time of day sometimes, and I figured she would think I stopped, because I was interested. I took off the shoes and sneaked back just to where I could peep through the crack where the door was opened ... right at the hinges, you know, and she couldn't see me. Oh, damn!
Annette was up on her knees by then, still fingering the hell out of her juicy pussy ... and she softly whispered, "Louise? Is that you, Louise? Come on, honey. I heard you stop ... you like my love nest ... huh?"
I think she was ready to throw the goddamn bed at me when I stepped right into her damn room and said, "Honey, I ain't Louise, but I'll sure eat that love nest like nobody else ever did."
She. knew I was shacking with Mindy and she got furious and threatened to tell her. But I had the upper hand and I pulled my cock right out and told her she better for sure eat it, or I'd call the police and tell them about the complaint the girl had made to me. Oh, man, she couldn't lean over that body to suck cock fast enough. Man, I never can understand why butch Lesbians, so many of them, love to suck a man's cock, but maybe it's because they know most men dig that as an extra psych, or they'd rather suck a cock than have it go into their cunts where it's supposed to go to be normal. But I tell you, Annette sucked on me until I had one of those double orgasms like I mentioned before. Goddamn, she knew how to suck cock, and the only thing that killed the psych for me was that when she had finished squeezing out the last drop, she threw a robe over herself and went out to the bathroom to get rid of it. Now, damn! If a girl can suck it all out and hold two loads in her mouth ... why the hell can't she take it?
Annette was a goddamn disappointment.
One good hot one in that rooming house of mine was a little nineteen-year-old cunt named Sheila-had sexy red hair, wearing a miniskirt when she first came to ask for a room, pretty little ass, and swaying titties jumping around in a sweater. She was dirty-sex looking, but not like a whore, you know, and straight from the damn country. Sheila knew she had an ass on her, loved to fuck and show her body naked, and thought she was really going to go places in the big city.
She had a rich Negro shacking with her about two nights a week, and you know I didn't really care about the morals of what anybody did ... shit, that didn't bother me, it psyched me, and I'm from the South when it comes to that, but sex has no damn prejudice. She got her ass fired from her job for "immorality," but I knew it was because she had a black boyfriend, and he was married, too.
But the Saturday morning she came in to pay her first full month's rent, I nearly crawled out of my damn skin! See, I kept the door to my front room, which was an office, open most of the time, and that morning there was a big fire down the street, and nearly everybody had run out to see the excitement, but I stayed in the office because I was expecting a phone call. Damn! In walked Sheila with a fifty dollar bill in her hand and naked ... mother naked!
"You got change for this ... Mr. Gordon?" she asked me, then busts into a giggle and drops the fifty on the floor, running into the hallway, saying, "Oh, goodness! I forgot my clothes. I'm naked! You better bring the change to my room...."
Man what an invitation! I put the fifty away and took a five dollar bill with me (her rent was forty-five a month), and I tell you I had one hell of a hard-on already. I'd been out on a beer drunk the night before and that makes me so damn hot the next day I could jack off three or four times, anyway. Man, I was ready, , and I had this mental picture of that cute little doll with the red pussyhair and that natural, country cunt and titty.
Now, I know that Sheila thought she was going to get all the rent back and have a free ride, because she was all ready for me to sit on the bed, and she was mother naked and she started to unzip my trousers. At the same time she wanted to get it out, I saw she had laid out these damn photos of her being fucked by two men at the same time, a young Negro girl sucking pussy with her, and one of the Negro stud she used to go with ... , coming all over her pretty face.
Man, there was nothing said, except maybe "Wow!" and she knelt and started to blow me. But, hell, it was with about as much enthusiasm as if she was scratching a mosquito bite on her ass. I wanted to eat her, you know, and you know how perverted I am, man, but I want it to be goodl I let her suck my cock off and she deposited my load in a Utile jar that looked like she was collecting the stuff.
I knew she'd make a fuss when I only gave her the correct five bucks change, but then since I'd seen her in that picture with another girl, something cUcked in my mind. I said to her, "Say, honey, how'd you like to share a room right here with a gal who can suck your pussy all night." Well, she and Annette never got mad at me any more.
Mindy was a gal who liked to get fucked between her big tits when they were nice and sweaty, man, and my cock would slide between them while she held the boobs together, and my come shot off right in her face, and it got on her chin, mainly, or in or on her nose, but she could catch some of it in her mouth too.
This was the girl who I kept in my own apartment for a while, and was a special kick for me. She was a voyeur and had a couple of other hang-ups like me, and we used to watch these two queers who lived there, and then Mindy and I would both suck on their cocks after they'd had a round of bunging. Her speciality with me ... another one ... was the way she would take one of her small nipples (she was only about twenty or twenty-one with a great body) and rub it in my peehole until it got juicy, you know, and while she was stroking my balls, I would shoot off with the nipple still there, which made my come squirt and ooze out from her nipple all over the tit. Damn!
Oh, hell, Doc, there was so much that went on in that damn rooming house, I think I could write a whole book about it sometime. I had the place for over a year, and I drank pretty heavy most of the time and just fucked, sucked and jacked off until I was going a little nuts, and the place started losing money on me.
My luck was still holding out on me, man, because it was just about then I got this letter from Susan saying she would come back to me without Teresa, if I could be true to her (except for swinging), marry her, and stay off the booze most of the time. Hell, I was ready to promise anything, so I got rid of the rooming house at a small profit, and Susan came back to me and we got married and had a nice apartment of our own.
I thought this was it, you know, that as long as I could keep pretty straight and we only do our fucking around together or in swinging, things would be perfect. But what happened was that Susan was so sex hungry from living the "good" life with her folks that year, it was she who started fucking tilings up.
She nearly fell in love with this one guy, a damned insurance salesman, and I beat the shit out of her; and then I promised her I'd take her to some of the real wild and way-out swinging parties like she had wanted. We knew some guys who liked threesomes, which turned us both on; and I knew a Lesbian, who I had up to work her over while I jacked off all over their naked bodies. That was a blast, man, and I don't think the lessie liked me very much after that, but I told Susan to see her when I wasn't there, if she had to have cunt.
But there are balls, and there are balls (and I'm talking about sex parties, you know), and Susan wanted the way-outest stuff I could find, so I managed to get invited out to this millionaire's mansion in the country, and we were both real excited because he was known to give the damnedest sex parties East of the Mississippi. I mean, this cat had a private indoor swimming pool, Negro waiters and bartenders who could see, but not participate unless they were invited to ... oh, man this was the end!
The big indoor swimming pool was an icebreaker, see, because the rule was that everybody first got naked and swam around a little, and then just dried off and stayed that way until the fun started, and there was no rule on that-you see a cunt you like, just ask, and if she says no, you try the next one. When we got there there must have been twenty or more people already having fun, and I was determined to get my share, even if Susan was in a kind of a bitchy mood because the first thing I did was suck a cock and get bunged with these two bankers, while the three wives watched, and their wives got so hot they masturbated each other with vibrators.
But, hell, I bet Susan must have been fucked at least ten times and probably more, and I know I sucked every pussy there (a new record), in addition to those two cocks. There was this gal, Mildred, see, and she liked the way I ate pussy better than anything and swore I did it so good she'd divorce her husband, get plenty of alimony and support me the rest of my life, if I'd eat it twice a day and get a divorce too. Now, I mean that This Mildred doll wasn't kidding.
The two of us went right at a doubleheader sixty-nine on the bearskin rug in the living room, and had us a big crowd and there was a lot of bet making on whether she could get that second hard up and the second load, without me going so limp it would come out of her mouth. Now, this gal was real class and money, tall broad, with an ass, thighs and pair of tits you could show off naked to anybody without being ashamed, because she could talk with die most educated person in the crowd. She had three degrees and was a Doctor of Philosophy, and her husband owned an insurance company.
I wanted some more of that, and we both agreed that we might even like it if we could get off by ourselves, and one of the big reasons was that Mildred wanted to show me her vibrator attachments and the strap-on dildo and strap-on vagina, so she could fuck me, and also we could so some tricks on a new water mattress they had in this bedroom upstairs. "And it has a private bathroom, too," Mildred told me, with a look that made my perverted imagination run wild! Not only that, man, she had a story about a month she spent in Paris with this Frenchman and his twelve-year-old son that made my Okinawa experience seem like kid stuff.
I never got so psyched up and excited, and one of the first things we did was to get on the bed and take turns reaming asses. I could get my tongue up her rear while she was on her elbows and knees, and damn if she couldn't come by my doing it just a certain way-after I probed as far in as I could with the tip of my tongue, I'd draw it out real quick and jam three fingers in it as hard as I could. Mildred said that was the best feeling in the world, and that she had been screwed in the ass by a big Negro with an eleven inch cock once, and wanted me to find another one for her. Man! Mildred was my kind of girl!
When we were on the way to another sixty-nine on the water mattress in the bedroom, goddamn if Susan didn't come busting in and start screaming at me about going out and "doing things in secret." And there were several others with her, including the host and hostess, that let me know in plain English that nobody fucked off with another's mate unless it was agreeable to all jour parties concerned. Anything people did within view of their spouse or date was okay, but this crowd went by the unofficial swingers book of regulations.
But Susan wasn't mad enough to stop the show yet, because she had an idea I could help her out with something she was extra hot for, and, man, a bunch of the others crawled in bed with us there and I know everybody must have done everything to anybody! And then later, out on the pallets in Pete's private gym, see, we all got together in groups, couples, threesomes, homo and hetero, it was the greatest!
After a little snack by the pool and a couple of light drinks (real swingers don't drink very much at an orgy like that one), I was in a mood to play some tricks, and I never thought about what Susan's reaction might be. I got this damn cute little nineteen-year-old blonde worked up, just as a favor for Susan. Her name was Irene, and she was living with Pete or one of the rich guys there, while the wife (non-swinging) and kids were on a European tour.
Now, Susan was real hot for Irene's young body, see, but Irene was known as a gal who would do any damn thing with a man she liked, but no woman had ever been able to get her at a party. A lot of the bi girls and lessies had tried, but she knocked them on their ass when they touched her in a sexual way. Man, this Irene was a sweet thing, too, and a good head job, with titties about as big as oranges and real hard pink nipples, and a big soft ass.
I don't want to brag-the hell, I don't-but I know I can eat pussy better than 99% of the men around, and almost as good as a veteran dyke who calls her tongue a "cock," so when I got with Irene there, I just about had her crawling out of her fucking skin! She said she'd never had anything like that and she was running her fingers rough through my hair and whispering, "Oh, sucksie ... you're the greatest ... you know how to tease a girl ... oh, honey, you're the greatest. Mildred said you were the most ever ... oh, shit, sucksie! Make me come off now!"
I knew I had that kid then, and I said, "Look, you sweet blonde cunt, I'll make you come off like you never did before, if you want to, but my wife is going crazy to get with you. Oh, you don't have to eat her or anything ... she'll do it all. Come on now! You want this tongue to make it? How about letting Susan eat a tittie bit after I finish?"
"Yes ... all right ... I agree!" she told me in a panting voice, after a second or so of thought while I tongued just below her clit in the most teasing way I know. "Yes ... bring her on. I'll be passive ... but only if you make me ... oh! If you just go ahead and make me come off now!"
I thought that was a great achievement and I motioned to Susan to come over and join us, which made her look the happiest with me that she had all evening. She went right after Irene, man, started sucking on a hot tit and had her fingers down in the juiced up hole, and I mean everybody was being psyched by watching Irene have a girl for the first time. I moved sort of over and up so I could join in and get my cock in Irene's mouth, and she wanted it bad and sucked it in real nice.
Susan was so crazy with having that tit and cunt, she didn't know anybody else was there and cared less, and that was when I motioned this big Negro stud over (he had been bartending), and I told him, "Look, man ... the way Susan's down there ready for you to get on your knees behind her and you can get it in her pussy dog-fashion or put it in her ass. Go man! I want to see my wife get black cock!"
With a nod of approval from the host, this guy got his ten-incher out and began to make the scene like he was used to it, you know, and I guess Susan thought it was me or somebody else at the party at first, because she reached around to help him guide it in her. But, hell, damn! When she felt that long, thick thing, she looked around to see it was him and I tell you she got some shook up! But she was going so good in a hot rhythm with Irene that she really wanted some action there and she couldn't stop him. Now, I don't think she's really prejudiced, but the shock of it hit her by surprise, you know and she let out such a scream and looked at Ward (the Negro) like she was terrified, so he just started to pull that long black cock out of her.
"No! Don't stop!" Susan screamed at him as she was just about to make it. "Make me come in my ass! Fuck it ... oh-oh-oh ... oh, goddamn!"
Oh, man, that was a bitch! I shot off, Irene had a hell of an orgasm, and Susan came for about two minutes straight, and that was one of the greatest four-way comes I'd seen in a long time. I moved around and lay on top of Susan for a while; and then when I lay at her side, we just kind of passed out together for a while.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE QUESTION MARK
Susan almost ignored me at home for the next two days, and I started boozing it up again and lost my job. We seemed to have lost the psych for each other, and I couldn't get her interested in anything. When I told her I would try to pick up a young girl for us around the junior high school nearby, she slapped the hell out of me and almost got hysterical.
I went out on one drunk and got mixed up with a bunch of gay guys and brought four of them home with me, and we were in a daisy chain on the living room floor (mouth to cock circle, really) and Susan came in raising hell. To make it short, I tried to get her to join us, she got madder, I beat the shit out of her, and by daylight she was packed and headed home to her mother's.
With your help, Doc, I've had a lot of time for thinking about life and ... me, and I think I know why I can't do without Susan and I'm going to have to get her back. My mother was a big woman, big breasts and all, but Susan's breasts are real small. I think I can love her sexually, and otherwise, too, probably because she isn't a mother symbol for me in a physical way, but she is in the way she can be so perverted and like young girls and sex parties and she had a background of incest in her family, too. I'll go along with you that she's probably suppressing a real strong sexual desire toward Teresa, and maybe Bunny, but her conscience bugs her more than mine ever did, so she'll never make a move toward them. She wants to be a really decent and respectable woman.
Another thing, Susan reminds me a little of a very young girl, because of her small titties and the way she's built, and you say that's a throwback to that first experience I had with my cousin as a kid. And Susan looks a little butch, too, and that may satisfy my liking for men ... or young boys. But I tell you truthfully that Susan is all-female!
I know I'm a good for nothing bastard and pervert, but when Susan was with me, I was at least alive. Without her, I'm dead....
[I am pleased to report that shortly after these interviews with Jack were completed, Susan returned to live with him. She left both daughters with her mother again so as to eliminate temptation. The real improvement, although they still have arguments and there are certain retrogressions to their previous forms of behavior, is that they both understand the problems of themselves and the other partner. They communicate and make solid attempts at their union evolving into a "normal" marriage, although it was originally founded on psychological determinants of desires for various sexual anomalies.
[The question mark does indeed remain, but it appears to be receding into the background. Hopefully, it will eventually disappear. They both consult and confide in me occasionally, and I have noticed the pattern familiar to so many therapists of "two steps forward, one or one and a half steps backward."
[I sincerely hope that they continue to move forward even though the pace may be slow.]
