The black limousine pulled slowly out of our driveway, headed for the Wryler Funeral Chapel. Mom and my sister, Margeen, were in the back seat.
I watched out of the corner of the drape until they were around the corner. I was completely heart broken. But there were no tears in my eyes. My tears were all cried out the night Mom ordered Daddy out of the house. He had crawled away. Crawled!
As soon as the shiny black car with its hypocritical occupants turned off our block, I went to the phone and called Gil, Tom, and Benny. Benny wasn't at home. Gil and Tom came right over at my request. I wasted no time with my proposition. I'd already thought it all over very carefully. Yep. I had made my plans.
"You guys have wanted to ball me for a long time. Now you can. Benny is included. Don't get the idea he is being left out of this deal. He wasn't at home when I phoned all of you. And I am in a hurry to get this show on the road," I told them both at once. They were sitting on the black leather couch in the den. We were drinking some of Daddy's left over scotch. I had poured it into paper cups which I could throw away so Mom would be none the wiser.
Ordinarily Tom and Gil certainly didn't look alike. But now, they oddly resembled each other because of the way both of their mouths were hanging wide open in a ridiculous dumb gasp. They didn't say a word, so I went on talking. Brief and to the point. Funerals don't last long, so my time was limited.
Well, do you want to screw me or don't you?" I asked them impatiently. I don't have time to be coy. And I don't intend to waste time sneaking around trying to tell each of you that I'm fucking only one of you. We play it my way, or we don't ball. It's like this. I want to get away from my old lady. Forever! I need enough bread to hold me over so I can get a good job. I don't intend to ever come crawling back."
"The law would catch up with you Tiger," Tom said. "It's too bad about your Mom not letting you go to your old man's funeral but...."
"Don't talk about it please," I spoke. I thought my false front would desert me, and I would break down and die myself, like Daddy had. But that would make Mom only too happy. So I swallowed hard, and forced myself to concentrate on the business at hand.
"I know I'm too young to get away with splitting the scene now, dope," I told him. "I'm just preparing for the future. I have a set of rules that will work out very well for all of us." ,.
"Tiger, you're just out of your head with grief," Tom told me, as he exchanged glances with Gil. You ain't ever screwed nobody. Sure we all talked a romp up a bunch. But you ain't ever put out. Why don't you wait a few days to discuss this. Like Tom says, you're in shock now."
"I will find other customers if this is how you feel," I said, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I went to the door of the den which I had closed as a precautionary measure. I put my hand on the knob. "If you guys aren't interested, get out and don't waste my time. I hoped to play it cool and lay only, our own gang. But I can get plenty of other fucking partners. I don't have a minute to waste ... so 'bye."
I noticed with satisfaction that they made no effort to leave. "You really mean business, don't you?" both guys stammered at once.
I hadn't fucked yet. But I had experimented plenty by playing with myself ... masturbating to be technical. And I had read all of the sex manuals and memorized the pictures in all of the books and magazines Daddy had hidden under his dirty clothes hamper. Why he thought sexual advice would help, when he had a frozen cunt like Mom for a wife, I never knew. Unless he reassured himself from his reading that masturbation was now considered healthy instead of a deep black sin!
Yep. I knew how to fuck. I had practiced enough in my imagination. After all, screwing had been making the world go around since Adam and Eve. Anything Eve could do, I figured I could do better. She had only the instinct of doing what comes naturally. I had all of these how to books and mags; plus the instinct. And did I have the DESIRE! Wanting to get humping had kept my pussy at a slow sizzle ... just waiting to catch fire!
It occurred to me now that maybe in my haste I'd been too cold and abrupt. But what was I supposed to do when I only had about an hour and a half at the most? Play footsies with the both of them? Or let them think they had seduced me? Forget it! If I could be honest, so could the boys. Why not a simple straight forward, "LET'S FUCK."
I went over and sat down between my hot to go boys, and got on with it. I put my left hand over Gil's cock, and my right hand over Tom's cock. Right away both tools jumped out, and hardened like they were live snakes trying to beat their way out of a long bondage into wide open freedom. I loved cocks for sure! If it felt this good just in my hand, I thought to myself, what would it be like to get those two dicks working full blast inside my pussy. Oh, I had an idea how it would feel. I knew my Daddy's cock. (But that was innocent.) This would be good raw old sex. YIPPEEEE!
Nope. I didn't need to be experienced to know those cocks would feel a lot better inside of my tingling, throbbing pussy than in the palm of my hands.
Both of my fellows got as excited as blubbering idiots right away. And I was as hot to trot as they were. I wanted to get to the screwing right now. But before we started, I wanted them to understand-just how we were going to play the game. First, no freebees. (Freebees means no free sex. I got it from an article by a professional call girl.) Next, each and every session would be five bucks each. I needed the money, and if I started to give away free pussy, or give discounts, it would be expected of me all of the time. And nobody was to get slobbery and expect me to go steady. Or to fuck singly. One guy couldn't come up with that much dough. Besides, why should I stick to one dong, when I'd dreamed of dozens ever since I could remember?
So I unzipped both Tom and Gil's levis and rubbed their cocks gently, as I gave them a run-down on my conditions. Man! Was it fun to compare one dick to the other! Both cocks jumped up and hardened together like they were dancers in a chorus line. Gil was my age. His cock stood right up, nice and long, and the head got bright purple. Tom would be sixteen in a few weeks. His cock was short but thick, and it kept dancing like it was trying to reach out and grab.
I knew from Daddy's book just how to jerk them off. Or rather, how to bring them close to coming. After all, I didn't want to waste my first portion of this good stuff in the palm of my hand. So I held each cock tightly but gently, and pulled that deliciously soft skin up and down over those bleating penis tips, just until both guys completely forgot their previous hesitations. Then I stood up and pulled down my white jersey shorts, under which I had nothing on. A very anxious pussy was waiting there. It would be standing up, jumping for joy just like those cocks if only it could.
As it was, my clit was bleating like a lost lamb searching for it's mother's teat.
"Hurry," I said, "we'll do it on the floor on this old beach blanket. I can't have any ruined furniture or beds that my mom might notice."
As I talked, I laid down on the blanket and spread my legs ... just a little bit. Both guys dived at me at once. I was instantly burning for those alert pricks. My eager ass automatically raised off the floor to meet them.
"One at a time you guys!" I cautioned. "Remember, I'm new at this."
They both hesitated sort of awkwardly, standing there in their clothes, with nothing but that pulsating hard-on standing out there all alone.
A feeling of satisfaction surged through me. "I have a good idea," I said. "The first one who gets his pants off is the first one to climb inside this brand new Tiger puss." I looked them straight in the eye, grinned, and spread my legs wider. I knew the pink jewel peeking out at them was enticing. I'd laid on the bathroom floor once and looked at the inside of my cunt in the long mirror on the door.
I was only fourteen years old. But I had matured very steadily. I had a thick blanket of soft black fuzzy hair hiding that yummy dessert. It didn't take me but a piece of a second to see how this sight affected Tom and Gil. They fell all over their crazy selves trying to get their pants down. Tom finally won, because Gil was slowed down when he couldn't get his tight Levi's legs off over his big boots.
Tom got down on the floor on his knees. Then he lifted one leg over me until he was astraddle me. Then he sank down on me, searching my cunt with a big hand that fumbled so badly I had to reach down and get that big wonderful stick and guide it home for him.
That cock in my unused hole was a trifle tight. But at the first feel of that hardness between my legs, I was just as excited as Tom was. I juiced up like magic. The first thought I had was, "Oh God, why did I wait so damned long to get fucked?"
We were both groaning and grunting and awwing! Wow. It was sort of difficult to get that wonderful thing in far enough. And believe me I wanted it all the way in! So I sort of hunched, then wiggled, first to the right, then to the left. It was teamwork right away with us. As I wiggled that cock in, Tom pushed downward, groaning all the while. Every sound he made excited me, and made me open up that hole and cream all the more. And soon, the first pain was all gone. I didn't care about it at all, because the best feeling I'd ever had followed. It tickled the walls of my eager pussy cat until all I felt was GOOD! DELICIOUS!
WONDERFUL!
Once we fit together properly, Gil started rocking up and down, faster and faster. With each move I was afraid that new toy would get away. To make sure that pole didn't escape, I rocked right up to meet it.
Gil was watching. I guess. I can safely say I doubt if he turned his head to the corner. But I was too busy to check him out, or even remember he was there. Until I felt him stoop at my head, and reach up around my sides and get his hands between Tom and me. Then he cupped my boobs and squeezed and pinched my nipples until they were hard little knobs. Zowy! I tingled at both ends. And I came too. Who wouldn't. Between the both of them going at me, and Tom's loud "UHHHHHH" as he shot his load in me, and feeling that hot juice shooting right into my twinging cunt for the first time, I definitely shot mine out to meet Tom's. I thought I would faint from sheer bliss!
"Get the hell off," Gil said, "It's my turn." Tom didn't answer. He kept lying right on top of me, letting his cock soak in my wet nest. And as we held this position, that soft bone of Tom's went right on throbbing, giving constant, little but delicious jerks. OWIEE! I could feel that great tool growing thick again. More than eager to go a second round, I started rocking my ass. I was fucking that stiff baby. And how!
Gil was having none of this. He leaned over us and yanked Tom off by the hair of his head.
"Goddam you," Tom yelled. He drew back his fist to let Gil have one across the jaw.
I wiggled out from under Tom quickly. "No fighting," I said. "I forgot to tell you. Freebee's is rule number two. Number one is 'no fighting.' "Now Gil is right," I told Tom. "It's his turn. We'll drag our sessions out as long as you like later. But today I have to hurry. Gil gets his turn today, and always. Just the same as you Tom."
"Yea," Gil agreed. And he fell down on me, where I'd rolled away from Tom. He slid that long rod right home and away we went, romping like a rodeo rider on a bucking, fucking horse.
Tom mellowed and sat down on the floor beside us and cheered. "Right on, Gilly buddy. Ram it to the Tiger puss. Our Tiger has the warmest, tightest little pussy going. Fuck her man, fuck her!"
And Gil did just that. This was his first fuck too. But he did fine. Tom's cheering stimulated us just like a cheerleader does the team at a ball game. The more he encouraged us, the faster and more furiously Gil socked it to me. And the more he pounded that dick home to me, the better I liked it! In fact, I liked it so well I moaned and panted and yelled. Then I came right with Gil! I bit him on the neck and cried out for joy.
Boy I sure hated to end it all! I wanted nothing more than to go on ... to get Tom's thick daddy back in me while Gil's joy stick regained strength. Like I saw that Tom's had as soon as Gil moved off me, and stood up to put his pants back on. But for today, this short but lovely party had to be it.
As the saying goes, with 'one fell swoop' I stood up and pulled on my shorts, and held out my hand for my money. Ten bucks for all that fun! What my poor dumb loveable boys would never know was this. If I had to, to get fucked like this again, I would gladly pay them!
"You guys have got to split," I said, "the funeral will be over any minute."
CHAPTER TWO
I AM WHAT I AM ... A PUSSY
I watched Gil and Tom walking away down the walk, animatedly discussing their surprise package ... my friendly pussy. All given with tender, loving care. They would be back for as long as I wanted them to come back. RIGHT ON!
There is an old saying I got from Daddy. I have no idea of its origin. 'WHAT YOU WILL BE YOU ARE NOW BECOMING' Well, I'd just COME alright. Twice. And that's what I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Just one big long bursting, trickling river of come.
I think I was always what I knew myself to be at that minute, as I watched my first two lovers strolling away at a satisfied gait. They were walking slightly awkwardly, because their cocks weren't quite settled down to normal inside their skin tight levis. A willing, working, never ending love cunt called Tiger puss. That was me from now on. UMM HUM.
Ironically, the day my precious daddy was buried was the day I started to live. I've heard it said that a stiff dick has no conscience. Neither does my doll house. Not when it comes to fucking baby. Not when it comes to that beautiful stuff.
Actually, my conscience has never bothered me all that much. I recall developing the desire to please men at about age three. From this age on, starting with sincere warm love for my father, I became what I am now.
I loved Daddy passionately. He was big and warm and solid. He smelled of cigarettes and booze. When I climbed on his lap and he locked his arms tightly around me, I felt as if I had my own personal guarantee of protection from all the cruel evils of the universe.
My daddy loved me as much as I loved him. I was his pet and I knew it. Oh Daddy was nice enough to my sister Margeen. He frequently patted her on the head. But he didn't pick her up and swing her in the air, and then hold her close and say, "my darling Tiger, you are Daddy's very own precious baby love," like he did with me.
As we grew older, Margeen was jealous as a cat with her claws constantly sharpened for the kill. "I hate you, you nasty girl. You don't really love Daddy. You just sit on his lap and rub against him so he will buy you chocolates and fancy dresses," Margeen constantly yelled at me.
I felt sorry for her. She was going to be just like Mom. Dead all the way through, starting clear in the center of her pussy hole.
I knew at a very young age Daddy loved it when I rubbed my fingers against the back of his neck and said, "Daddy, I love you more than anybody in the whole wide world." Margeen was correct in her accusations. I did rub up against him.
I always sat astraddle of him, facing him of course. Sometimes when I scooted up close and sort of raised up, in order to reach around Daddy's neck, I could feel his cock get hard. I didn't know then why it happened. And I didn't think any 'nasty' thoughts, as Margeen implied.
It simply felt good. It made me feel strong. Like I had powers over him.
Sometimes when Mom put me to bed too early and I couldn't sleep, I turned on my tummy, curling my legs up against myself. Then wiggling my head deep down into my big fluffy pillow, I played a special secret game.
I lived deep in the jungle. My home was a palace of pure gold, supported by huge columns of marble, which reached high above the tree tops. My private domain, which I ruled explicitly, could be reached only by a long narrow stairway which was rolled down by one of my male subjects ... Only at my command of course.
At first I had both male and female subjects. But as Margeen's whining accusations annoyed me more and more, and Mom screeched and complained to Daddy that he cared for no one but his precious brat (who was me) I expounded all women from my fantasy world and my real life as well.
It was the same at school. Girls did not like me. But I had a strict code that I followed. I never argued or displayed myself unpleasantly like Mom and Margeen.
I wasn't the ugliest, nor the prettiest girl in school. I have brown hair, chocolate colored, with shiny red flecks all through it. My eyes are very bright blue, almost fluorescent, and set just a trifle too close. To my dismay, my nose is actually aquiline. Not large, but certainly not the nose of a raving beauty. I am very small, but I have a solidly curved ass. And I do have good legs.
Actually during my school years the prettiest girl was my own sister. Tall, lithe Margeen had thick almost white blonde hair which fell around her shoulders like a cape of gold. Enormous wide apart eyes. And the cutest turned up nose any female ever had. It was Margeen's disposition that was ugly. But that, I felt, was her own tough luck. I wasn't jealous of her. Margeen never had boyfriends, so she was no threat to me.
So what if the girls didn't like me. The guys panted after me. And that I liked tremendously. I never could understand the fable about girls being jealous of boys, because boys have a penis. I've always thought it was a wonderful attribute. I thought the division between a boy and a girl was the most clever quirk of nature existing. After all, how could I snuggle up to a nice big hard cock, if I had one myself? Nope! All I wanted for equipment was what I had ... a warm willing cavity where that masculine swelling could fit in snugly.
I don't remember just when I first realized how much I wanted that nice fattened dick. But thinking about it set me out on a steady chain of sex rationalization. So, from then on, when I played my game at night, I began experimenting with my subjects in my imagination.
And my imaginings were really far out! Much better than a dream, because a person can imagine anything they please.
I was an ageless and glamorously beautiful and tantalizing female. I transformed various boys I especially liked into handsome statuesque men, and appointed different positions to each one.
Tom Harris was supposed to be two grades ahead of me, but got a late start in his education because he'd almost died with rheumatic fever when he was six. Tom sat behind me in school and enjoyed pulling my long hair. I let him. When a female pleases a male, he gladly reciprocates. I knew that when I was three. Tom would have dog-paddled a muddy river for me.
Benny Bunker always hung around me, taking my part, though I never saw him in school, because he was much older than the rest of us. Benny always gave me rides around the block on his bike. If I told him to jump off a roof head first, he would. So in my imaginary world, I made Benny my body guard, and keeper of my private affairs.
Gil Hughes was basically a sissy. In a way he couldn't help it. His mother pampered him to the point of making him ridiculous. For instance, each noon Mama brought him a hot meal. Amidst the bustle of our lunch hour, it wasn't at all unusual, to Gil's gross embarrassment, to hear her burst out in her deep froggy voice from halfway down the corridor as she was waddling away, "now eat your peas while they are hot lambie."
"It makes you feel just like someone cut off your dong with a dull knife," he told me.
I felt sorry for Gil. I understood how his mother bugged him. My mom drove me up a tree. Not with pampering for sure. But with her constant bitching and purposely degrading me.
So, in my castle, Gil was the housekeeper, and my personal maid. I never ordered Gil about in my jungle world as I did my other servants. I always asked him nicely to do this or that. Just as I had always done with Daddy.
Quite naturally Daddy held the most important position in my domain. He was my father of course. A retired king. I ruled. But Daddy stood by to advise me and comfort me when I was weary.
He came to my intimate boudoir of white satin walls, silver bed and gold lame drapes and spread very often. He sat on a huge round white fur chair, where, weary from a stifling day, I came to him and sat on his lap for comfort and reassurance.
To restore my tired body, I cuddled up to him, and rocked slowly back and forth, until I felt that familiar cock jump up and harden between my legs! Then I knew I was his darling and safe from all of the bad deeds of the world. Content and serene in the knowledge that I was deeply loved, I would fall blissfully asleep ... at least partially ready to face Mom's yapping mouth the next day.
I'm not exaggerating at all when I say she was a cold bitch. I don't remember a time when she and my daddy made love. Well, I knew they had in the past. It's a hard cocked fact Margeen and I weren't hatched from rocks. But mom must have locked her legs right after we were conceived. Never once, like I'd seen on TV, or read in novels, did my daddy sweep Mom up in his arms, or playfully pinch and love her and slyly nod toward the bedroom. I never heard a squeak from their bed, or a moan,' or a love sigh escape from either of them. Reverberations of snoring or of arguments, yes, but never a hint of physical love.
I vowed it would never be that way for me. Maybe I just had a panting pussy. YOU WILL BE WHAT YOU ARE NOW BECOMING? Perhaps. Anyway, at about ten years of age, I began to delve deeply into the subject of sex.
I didn't really connect my night-time indulgence in my fantasies with my one small comfort of rubbing Daddy. I knew that in actual fucking, a female didn't just sit on a male's lap, fully clothed, and lean or slightly rub against that stiff protrusion which so obviously pulsated with uncontrolled desire for action. What she did, I told myself excitedly, was open her legs and let that hard wormy wonder sneak inside.
And the more I thought about it, the more excited I always became. Obviously, if a carefully easy rubbing was delightful; that big hardness stuck into your open cunt had to be more of a delight. I knew I would get around to the real thing very soon.
But for now, I experimented in my own make believe world with my first conceptions of sex as I saw it. At first I let each lover into my boudoir separately. I never allowed them to sit in my father's white chair. Instead, I lay on my satin sheeted bed, while my subjects, kneeling beside my bed, bowed before me. They kissed my tits with their hungry lips. This sent tingling sensations all the way to my warm secret treasure house between my legs. Then after we warmed up to a pitch of excitement, I allowed them to fondle my pussy and tease it. First slowly and delicately, then faster and faster with their greedy fingers always teasing my clit. Naturally to make this fantasy more realistic, I had to use my own fingers on that raging, throbbing pussy of mine. Eventually I became quite adept at bringing myself to come over and over, until that warm river of come could have flowed at the touch of a teasing feather.
When my lover of the moment would begin to breath heavily with passion, (as my daddy had done lately when I rubbed him and tickled his neck and ears) I sat up on the edge of the bed. Then I lifted my gift of eager pussy up slightly toward their face, with a sudden sexy lunge. Like I saw a stripper do in an old movie once. And at this point, my male partner always groaned with longing desire. He scooted up to me to stick his ripened cock between my legs ... deep ... deep into my hungry, yearning slit. AND THEN WE FUCKED UP A STORM!
I practiced this almost two years in my imaginings. Naturally in real life, Ron, Gil, and Benny had always hinted now and then they would like a little screwing from me. But I was always closely watched by Mom. I didn't dare. Besides, I felt the more I held off, the more they would want to get at me.
One day, in Gil's garage, all three said they would show me their cocks, if I would show them my cunt. I knew that couldn't get me in any trouble. And I definitely wanted to see their tools in the worst way. So I agreed.
Gil asked if he could have a feel. But at this time I said no. I didn't want any half-ass stuff. And I knew what I had was good enough to wait for and I told them so.
"Let me see if it is, Tiger girl," Tom teased. "Let me see." And he started chasing me around the garage. I giggled, pulled up my pants in a hurry and darted out the side door.
"Soon," I called back to them. Then with a giggle, I added. "Maybe."
CHAPTER THREE
MOM STRUCK MY DADDY DEAD
I had gone no further than this when that fateful hour arrived. My cold bitch of a mom, who should have made my wonderful daddy happy, destroyed him ... totally! Forever. Kapute. He died only three days after a few hellish moments.
It was like this. I desperately wanted a ten-speed for my fourteenth birthday, which was only two days away. Mom said absolutely not. When Daddy insisted all the kids had bikes but me, even Margeen, Mom argued that all I did already was hang around with no account boys who were up to no good. She said if I had a bike to follow them off down an alley of crime, she would never be able to keep tabs on me.
Daddy insisted I was just a feisty, fun loving vivacious girl. He told Mom she was a poor example of a mother, to dream up filthy acts in which to implicate her innocent daughter. She slapped Daddy in the face then. He rubbed the spot a minute, then very quietly he looked her straight in the eyes and said: "You have a warped mind because your conscience is so guilty over your being such a wild whore when you were young. Now you are nothing, woman. Nothing at all but one big frigid cunt!"
That night I felt so bad over my mom's refusal to let me have a bike I couldn't sleep, or even lie still and content enough to emerge into my fantasies. So I decided to get up and watch television a while.
My birthday is in August and it was a very sultry summer night. I went into the den in just my short nylon nightie. I closed the door so as not to disturb the rest of the family, especially Mom, who would belt me one in the head with the back of her hand, if she caught me out of bed without her permission.
I found a gothic suspenseful romance on Channel 4. Fully engrossed in the movie, I had temporarily forgotten the bike I wanted so badly. (The reason I needed a bike was that Benny had been trying for the longest time to talk me into riding out to an isolated place he knew in Carbon Canyon. I wasn't allowed to go more than up and down our own block, always with Mom's eyeball peeled right on me. And damn it, I was ready to get fucked!) What I secretly planned to do was agree to go, but only if we took Gil or Tom, or both of them, along.
I felt that if I was going to get one cock, I should have the benefit of others. After all, I liked them all the same and always treated all three guys the same in my jungle home. If I played favorites to begin with, I would have problems of jealousy later. And I had no intentions of giving up any of my fellas.
Every time I thought about the bike, I deliberately focused all of my attention on the movie. I had decided which man the leading lady was going to marry, when the door opened, giving me a terrible start. But it was Daddy, not Mom. He smiled and went to his reclining chair and sat down.
"Come sit on Daddy's lap," he said seriously. I knew he worried about how sad I would be because Mom snuffed the bike. I went to him and climbed on his lap and rested my head on his chest. "You're too late Daddy, the movie is over. But maybe there will be a western you will like," I told him, trying to distract his unhappiness.
Daddy didn't answer, but patted my back slowly and gently. He rubbed my bare skin above my yellow gown. "I will get you a ten-speed Tiger baby," he said, "don't fret. A request for a bike on a fourteenth birthday is a very reasonable request. Margeen had one when she was nine years old. I'm sorry your mother is so hard on you at times. I think for the most part, it is a personality clash. You my little girl, are so vivacious and alive ... and your mother is so cold and bitter ... and very dead." For a minute he stopped talking, then looking very serious he spoke again. "It is mostly my fault," he went on in one of his rare talkative moods. "I had an affair when you were about four years old. Your mother found out and has never forgiven me."
As he talked, he rhythmically swatted me on the butt, as if he had gone back into the past and thought I was still an infant. I giggled and he gave me one good playful slap and said, "you are the only bright light in this dull dead household Tiger."
The slap stung through my thin bikini pants, and by instinctively jumping in reaction to the swat, I moved slightly forward. The night air was sticky and clammy. Daddy was in his pajama bottoms. When I scooted up against him, I could feel the hard round roll already there.
By this age I full well understood he had a hard on. How poor Daddy must suffer living with my cold bitch of a mom. I ran my hand in circles over the soft curls of hair on his bare chest. I felt terribly sorry for Daddy. I loved him with all of my heart. He was a symbol of every thing good in my life. And I hated to always see him sad, and very obviously lonely ... For all that he lived with a wife. "It's okay Daddy. I don't want you to argue with Mom. A dumb old bike isn't worth it."
"You are a much more sensitive girl than your mother understands you to be," Daddy said. And he swatted me again, ever so easily.
"No," I said truthfully, "Mom has her side. Just like she says, I am nice only to boys ... and men," I added, tickling the back of his neck. "I really don't care for females ... or Mom. But I love you," I told him. I sighed contentedly. I was sort of drifting off to sleep as I talked and half in my dream world, I slowly rocked back and forth on Daddy as I had when I was a little girl.
I didn't mean for anything to happen. Not with my daddy. And I will never believe Daddy did either. I think he was carried away beyond reasoning by sheer starvation for sexual fulfillment.
At any rate he moaned desperately and suddenly held me tightly in his arms. The next thing I knew, my vagina hurt horribly, and then after a moment it didn't hurt so badly any more, only a little, because the sudden beautiful throbbing in my pussy felt so good, it drove the pain away.
Daddy had pulled my nylon panties aside, and he had put that big hard cock I knew and trusted so well, straight into me. Not all the way. But enough that I was instantly reassured as to my opinion of why only males had a penis, and girls had the hole into which that rod of joy fit so perfectly.
That's all Daddy did. Truthfully. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he moaned, more in despair than sexual joy. Daddy was extremely good looking, with a nose like mine, which appeared virile and exciting on a man. His eyes were deep set, under thick, arched brows, and he had an almost but not quite, thin mouth. The look of compassion and despair, intermingled on his face, bewildered me. I only wanted him to be happy. Crooning faintly, I rocked ever so gently and said, "Daddy, don't cry, please don't cry. Someday you will be happy." I had barely begun the sensual movement when Mom opened the door.
Rage twisted her ugly face into contortion. "You filthy Lolita whore! You bastard! You should both be dead!" she screamed.
I don't clearly remember the rest ... only as if in a foggy dream. Daddy's enlarged cock stood straight and naked in the air when Mom jerked me off his lap and threw me halfway across the room where I landed on the floor.
"It isn't Tiger's fault," Daddy pleaded, "she didn't understand what happened. I didn't mean to...."
Mom interrupted him with a scream. "Get out! Leave this house instantly. I would report you to the authorities, but the publicity and gossip would kill little Margeen. You should be dead, you perverted bastard. I will sing songs of glory when you die!"
"I am sorry. Oh, I am so sorry my sweet little girl," he cried out to me as he left the room. But he left.
Mom had her foot on me holding me down. I didn't dare move. I knew that in her present state of mind she might kill me. Or at least beat me to a pulp. And say Daddy did it, to spite us both. When the door slammed behind Daddy I began to sob uncontrollably. I was more frightened in that moment than I had ever been in my life.
I knew he would never be back. I alone would reap the cold, never-yielding punishment Mom felt Daddy and I both deserved. My wailing was for real. She spat on me and scooted her slippered foot down my stomach without lifting it off my body. Then grunting viciously, she planted it right where Daddy had had his great cock. Gritting her teeth and growling like an animal she twisted her foot back and forth three or four times before she walked away, slammed the door, and left me lying there alone.
Three days later, in his cheap motel room, Daddy took an overdose of sleeping pills. He phoned Mom and told her what he'd done. She found him herself. Somehow Mom convinced Dr. Briggs, our family doctor, that Daddy always took too many pills when he got groggy and he put this on his report. Daddy was not listed as a suicide. And the papers didn't mention that he was in a motel. He wasn't important enough to be a news item. So as it turned out, he wasn't listed as a suicide.
If he left me any word, which I'm sure in my heart he did, Mom got a hold of it and destroyed the message. And, as I have already stated, she did not allow me to go to the funeral.
My last moments with Daddy were those few brief minutes, when Daddy held me on his lap, and opened the gateway of life for me.
WHAT YOU WILL BE, YOU ARE NOW BECOMING? SO! What better could a pussy be? Because that is what a woman is. A good hot pussy. Or she is nothing. Tiger puss. That is me. And I am proud.
CHAPTER FOUR
A LUCKY, FUCKY CAREER
Believe me, Mom never let me forget that fateful night with Daddy! When I was fifteen, she was still harping. She put an enlarged photograph of Daddy on the mantle over the fireplace in the den, which had always been his and my favorite room. At least once a day she reminded me, "Your father is dead because of you."
I didn't see it that way. As far as I was concerned, he was dead due to her coldness. Because she, his wife, had a zipper on her dried-up pussy.
Now I was Cinderella but for real. She burned everything Daddy had ever bought me. I was allowed to have only the clothes to cover my body. And every new article of wearing apparel I owned appeared to have come straight from the wardrobe of Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies. (I hid a second wardrobe in Gil's old tree house.)
If Margeen caught me in the wrong outfit, I told her I had traded with someone else for the day. If she got real sickening and threatened to tattle. T gave her something she wanted real bad ... like a pair of earrings or pantyhose or something.
Mom called me the "Embryo Whore" when she talked to Margeen. Especially if she knew I was within hearing distance. I wasn't allowed to go out with boys.
But, of course I managed. I had to have those big, hard snakes to stuff my insatiable sex box.
Sneaking out became easier and easier with time. Because as far as her own personal life was concerned, Mom turned over a new leaf. She went hog wild with the income from Daddy's large insurance policy to live on. She wasn't ever at home. She was usually on the golf course, or at some women's club function. Eventually, without Daddy to be jealous of, Mom was so engrossed in her own affairs she was smug. I guess she felt she kept me in line with her daily ritual of the photograph. Except for making sure I cleaned the house on Saturdays, and washed the dishes each evening, she ignored me.
I told her I had a part time job after school three evenings a week ... plus weekends. I brought home enough money to make my job seem valid. I was always paid in cash for my fucking sessions. Which I might add, were far more enjoyable than babysitting.
The first few weeks of my career, until I learned the ropes, or to be more exact, until I learned the art of fucking thoroughly, I stuck fast to Gil, Tom and Benny.
And STICK to them is just what I did. Man I loved those joy sticks so much I wanted one poking my cunt constantly. WOW! Wouldn't it be boss to get a dong throbbing hard, ram it all the way home and just keep it there? And walk around that way for the rest of your life!
Sometimes after school I had to settle for accommodating Gil with S.S. Shortie Sessions. His mom and dad both worked and everyone in the block was already accustomed to seeing me at Gil's frequently. And Mom never spoke to any of our neighbors. So, we buried the pole in my pussy regularly on the folding bed in Gil's garage.
Gil was my age, my youngest lover. He didn't have a car. Tom was sixteen soon after I started screwing for money. He got a drivers license and a station wagon, which Benny had the use of because he helped with the payments. Most of the time I took care of Benny and Tom at the same time, on the three evenings Mom thought I was babysitting.
After a few months, all three of my eager cocks had depleted most of their savings and allowance and such. For instance, Benny had cashed in his savings bonds, which his grandparents always gave him on each birthday. Consequently, they all three had to get part time jobs. This left me with a great deal of unfulfilled time on my hands, depriving me both of money and nookie. So I eventually took on a new customer now and then.
At first I stuck to boys I was already well-acquainted with. Dicks I knew I could trust in every way. One of my favorites was Jim Black. He was a senior in high school ... a star football player ... and he had definitely been around the fucking field.
In fact, he had pussy from any girl he wanted, until he started going steady with Norma Cruthers. Rich Norma. Hoity-toity Norma wouldn't put out. She gave Jim the old song and dance from the nineteenth century about wanting to be pure for marriage ... never belonging to but one man, and all that old shit.
Of course Norma's game was one of the oldest on record. Make the guy burn for her so badly he would marry her to get into her pants to douse his fire with her liquid.
Once Jim was committed to Norma, he couldn't afford to play the field. No guy who had tasted the sweet honey of pussy is gonna do without soaking his hungry cock now and then. Norma's having her zipper up was no secret. Nor was Jim's past reputation of being a cunt gourmet. So I put two and two together. I phoned Jim and made a deal with him. Good pussy from me ... on the strict QT for cash. This way, I reminded him, he could still keep pure rich Norma dangling from his line, and get his cock beat regularly as well.
Jim agreed heartily. He pretended to Norma that he had a job on Tuesday nights working for his uncle. He told Norma this uncle was a very strict, fussy old geezer, who never allowed anyone working for him to accept phone calls.
Jim's dad, divorced from his mother, gave Jim fifty dollars a week allowance. I charged Jim ten dollars instead of my usual five dollar fee. He never missed a Tuesday night, unless I was incapacitated myself.
I learned a lot of new things with Jim. He was never in a rabbity jump on, jump off, hurry like my first three. They fucked, heaving and hurrying, and pounding out their come like each time would be their last. Of course, any dick, of a clean friend that is, was better than my own finger and no money. But Jim's fucking was first class. A far-out trip to paradise! Jim never just fucked. He made love.
He took his time. He casually drove me insane with desire. First he kissed me. Tenderly but thoroughly. On the mouth. Then on my eyelids and ears ... licking and breathing in my ears just enough to make my butt raise right up in a rush so my pussy could grab at him. Then he kissed me all over, starting at my neck ... and moving down, very lightly touching my body all over with his lips, he managed to make me go bananas.
When he finally got to my belly button, he would stick his tongue in it, sending thrills of warmth ahead to my pussy that promised he would eventually be there with wild cock. Next he would kiss and lick all around that yearning slit until I squirmed and rocked and moaned and begged.
And then when I was ready to die if I didn't get that prick, but not expecting it yet, he would quickly move his head away from my stomach, or inner thigh, where every second he was kissing or tonguing me into paradise. And then when I was so crazy for it I begged, he would jab that expert tongue straight into my quivering, begging cunt. Oh God! I would raise right up in sheer joy to meet that teasing, tantalizing instrument of wonder. I cried and moaned and held his head tight in my hands. Or, literally grabbing hold of his dark, wavy hair, I would hang on, trying to keep that wiggling, licking tongue buried inside of me and thus make certain those glorious thrills would go on forever.
But Jim knew what he was doing. He gave me a lick and a promise of what was to come ... then quit momentarily ... just playing with my throbbing stiff clit with his skillful fingers, making me come again and again. And all this time I begged him to get back down to serious business.
Sometimes he changed his style all together, and casually played with my pussy with one hand, while driving me to impatient longing rage at him for distracting me from sex thrills by simply tickling the bottom of my feet.
Naturally when he did this, I showed Jimmy boy that two can play at the fuck game. I soon discovered that wiggling my pussy up and down, which I couldn't keep from doing anyway, because I was constantly after that rapturous, fast-darting tongue, and clinching my cunt muscles tight around that lively anxious tongue while I wiggled, got Jim so hot he literally came unglued. And THEN HE REALLY GOT WITH IT.
He would groan with passion and dive deeper between my legs, his tongue already wiggling as fast as that of a rattlesnake. Then he would proceed to eat me out until I went apeshit. Oh what Joy! All the while I always helped him, by frantically working my hips and pussy muscles ... and this excited him so extensively when I shot the hot sweet juice out at him, he rooted and groaned and buried his tongue deeper until he too bleated with desire and fulfillment.
But even then he didn't stop. That Jim would try to suck my very life right out of me! On and on this magic act would go, until I saw blackness, and yet saw red stars and golden spots dancing before my eyes. And finally I would scream, "No Jim. Now!"
"Now what Tiger puss?" he would tease. But he was already moving to climb on me. And then, this body hovering over mine, but not allowing me any cock, he would look me directly in the eyes (his own eyes were blurred and glazed with passion and the lust of lovemaking) and he would say, "What Tiger puss? What do you want Jim to do to you? Tell Jim what you want."
"I want you to hurry damn you, hurry. Now! Get it in. Get that cock home. FUCK ME! HURRY!"
The second I cried "fuck me" he would lunge that hard tool home, and we would yell together, "AHHHHH. OHHHHH. OH GOD!" And away we would go all over again. Only still not fast. No. Never hurried. Not until it was time for a crescendo which would bring the stars crashing down out of the heavens.
First Jim would screw me slowly, constantly changing the movement. Sometimes he rocked up and down. Sometimes from side to side. Then round and round. Always, I followed his lead. Sometimes he would stop fucking and slide down and feast on that burning hot meal of honey again. Then slide his body up mine like a slithering snake and ram that big wet prick home again with an earth-stabbing lunge.
Then the rhythm would pick up and go faster and faster. Jim would lift my legs high in the air and wrap them around his back and pound me into oblivion ... beating and thumping and driving that cock so expertly that finally one spasmatic climax followed another so closely, I was one big, wonderful, bubbling pool of come and nothing else.
Jimmy boy was an expert at holding off an orgasm. When he did come, he CAME with a roar that could probably be heard for a mile. We always had the family camper both his mom and dad had deserted when they were divorced, so this presented us no problem. Fucking with him was so good I just had to make a lot of racket. And he apparently felt the same about me.
And we never stopped after one round. We would hesitate a few minutes, soaking that throbbing cock in my equally still-quivering pussy, which was all too worked up and sensitized to refuse. Then Jim would work just his cock, not moving his body, but only that talented rod. I would clinch just my vaginal muscles around that wiggling snake as it leaped gently and promising inside the nerve-excited walls of my love nest. And with desperate strength, I would grab that cock and squeeze. Then Jim always yelled, "God! You're good. You are so good. You are a fucking witch. You're not real Tiger. You're just one big living, fucking pussy disguised as a regular-type female. And off we would go again.
Other times, by making luscious love to it with my mouth, I would bring that temporarily limp stick back to great hard-rod life. Because having his cock sucked was Jim's weakness. Or maybe I should say, a good blow job gave him his strength. Because all I had to do was touch that limp dick with my lips or tongue ... AND BACK TO LIFE IT LEAPED. That daddy stick got so hard, it felt like a big round soft rope throbbing wildly inside a lining of baby soft skin.
And just like Jim, the knowledge that my partner really enjoyed my attentions spurred me on. When Jim's penis awakened that fast, I got all excited again, too.
And then I proceeded to give him a blow joy he would never forget! I never did exactly the same thing twice. I just played it by ear. All phases of sex came naturally to me, because I really dig sex. So, sometimes I rolled my tongue slowly round and round that soft, soft crown of the cock. When I stuck my tongue in that little slit in the helmet, Jim would almost go to the moon. I did all sorts of things to that live cane.
Sometimes I didn't play around, but quickly took it deep into my mouth, as far as I could go. And I sucked away, all the while moving my head up and down, and giving double treatment by stroking off the root of the cock where my mouth didn't reach, with my hand.
Then sometimes I would move up closer to the tip and get a suction hold and then suck and pull ... and at the same time I would use my tongue on the underneath side. While I worked his cock with my mouth, now and then I gently cuddled and fondled Jim's balls with my hands. Then I would release his dick, and my mouth wide open, I dived for those balls. I carefully drew first one, then the other into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue quickly round and round.
Jim couldn't hold still for this at all. He wiggled and yelled and grabbed my head and pushed it down over his cock again.
All during the time I was loving Jim, he gave as good and as much right back to me. He would clutch my fuzzy right in his big athletic hands and punch into my slit with his fingers. And did those tentacles work. Jim had fingers like an octopus. Jimmy in fact, was a many fingered genius. Some fingers were inserted in my cunt, some around it, and at least one up mv ass.
Talk about a COME that makes you blind ... that kind can do it."
I taught Tom and Benny all the goodies Jim taught me. And then we thought of new tricks. Like fucking Benny by sitting on his cock, and leaning my body down toward him face while Tom get behind and fucked me in the rear. Sometimes I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. A double fuck is double pleasure ... that's for sure.
We eventually had all sorts of triple skits for the three of us. And I always came out the best in the game, because I got double. Like my sitting right on Tom's face. While he ate me up, Benny screwed me in the ass.
Getting it up the rear hurt bad at first. But Jim had taught me how to go about it gently until one becomes accustomed to it. WOW! THEN it's phenomenal! You can feel that cock clear through the thin wall, clear through to your cunt. And it's double heaven. IT'S COMING WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY COMING.
As great as our threesomes were, that sexy Jim could satisfy me just as well as Tom and Benny did together. And the pay was the same.
There was only one drawback to my life of 'money-fucking.' Time. I would have gladly kept up a steady pace with Jim and Tom and Benny for hours ... or days. That was my dream. To fuck forever. To have a week long orgy of screwing and sucking and pounding and eating and butt stuffing. But that would have to wait until I get out from under my mom's thumb, and have my own place.
Oh yes. I still knew enough to be careful and not give Mom any room for treachery. She never looked at another man to my knowledge. She seemed to get her kicks solely from yelling at me daily that I was an unworthy bitch who'd killed my daddy with my cunt. But I didn't hear her anymore. I simply fucked everything I didn't want to hear or see, right out of my mind. I didn't even have time for my make believe jungle anymore.
My castle eventually disappeared from my inner mind with my more realistic plans for a real true castle, where I could romp my life away to my hearts content.
So, for now I limited my time. I had to be at home by 10:15, because Mom thought I baby sat until 10:00. This meant that most of the time we only had three or four hours, including traveling time to our rendezvous at Shilers Creek. But at least this was far better than the quickies with Gil. He was my pet though. So as I learned new tricks, I gave, him all of the good screwing time I could in our limited chances. And Gil always paid faithfully, even if he got only a half-hour or so.
Norma was the first fly in my ointment. Or more actually, the first cocklebur in my steady flow of sweet come.
With me to fuck regularly Jim became smug and slipped up on his precautions. Spoiled with his cock soaking contentedly in my hot juicy pussy, he became too content with Norma's virginal ways. He stopped begging her for a piece of ass. This started her suspicious mind going.
Prude type Norma, with her tricky little feminine mind, got on the good side of Jim's mother. And she finally discovered, by clever questioning, that Jim did not work for an uncle at all.
Most females would have instantly confronted him, raging and ranting accusations. And then, after their spent fury, the normal bitch would have allowed herself to be lied to once again. And thus be consoled that no other female was in the picture after all.
But not stingy, tight cunted Norma. No. She was playing for keeps. That goddam zipper-snatched broad waited until the very next Tuesday night and followed us to the RENDEZVOUS. This hiding place was actually discovered by Tom and Benny.
You had to go down a private road where a very deaf widow lady lived, back into a secluded part of her peach orchard. Here there was just enough room to back up a car and park headed out, ready for take off.
This was where Norma caught us. She had followed us, then parked a great distance back down the road. She'd driven with her lights off the mile or so I suppose. At any rate she was upon us, flinging the back door of the camper open, just as I was moaning and squealing too loudly from the effects of Jim's efficient tongue between my legs, to be able to hear her approach.
"Ohhh!! No!" she cried, climbing right in and making herself at home. "How could you! Oh Jim.
You said you loved me and you are ... Oh God, what is wrong with you? You're just dirty animals. Both of you."
Norma couldn't actually see what we were doing. It was too dark. She could only see that JIM was humped over something. Which, when he leaped up in the air like he'd been shot in the ass with an elephant gun, was me left lying there ... NAKED AND PLENTY HARD UP! That damned cold bitch had interrupted the best eating Jimmy had ever performed on me.
I was all for going on with the job. After ll, she'd already caught us in the act. So it was too late to be sqeamish. But of course I didn't give a limp screw what Norma thought. And Jim did. And he leaped up like a guilty husband.
His ever-loving dong was hard as a rock; standing straight out with a beautiful upward tilt. And his silhouette showed just enough in the faint moonlight which was streaking through the open door, to give him the appearance of a dark statue of manlihood. And even in the dark, I could see Norma's head was turned in the direction of my big all day sucker ... namely Jim's protruding cock. y
"It isn't what you think Norma honey," Jim was babbling foolishly above her loud sobbing.
Yep. It was plain to see our fucking session wasn't going to COME to an end tonight. So I got up and started getting into my clothes. "Don't get your bowels in an uproar Norma," I told her. "It's your own damn fault. Jim's a human being you know. You chose to cunt starve him. I'll never see why, but it's you he cares about. Jim and me ... we just fuck for fucking pleasure."
"While we've got a little threesome going here, I'll give you some good advice," I told her, "If you don't want someone else rocking on that big dong, you'd better be nesting on it yourself."
All the while I was talking, Jim was a laughable sight. With one hand, he was trying to hide the still hard rod which I was casually discussing. Meanwhile, he was frantically attempting to get into his pants with the other hand. And the more I said, the more Norma cried and blubbered . , . the more ridiculous the excuses were he tried to make.
I got my skirt, blouse, panties and sandals on in short order. I wasn't going to stand there and be told off by my buttoned down cunt. "Everybody shut up," I said. "Let's knock this party off. Like I said Norma, Jim's yours. I'm not about to fight over a prick. To phrase an old cliche, there's as many dicks available as there are fish in the sea."
"You get out of here you bitch," Norma growled at me.
"Just a minute baby. You get Jim. But there is one issue at stake here, where I win. Jim is driving me home. Because I'm not riding with you Miss Zippered Cunt. And you can bet your frozen hole I'm not walking."
"Don't talk to Norma like that Tiger," Jim admonished.
"Oh go suck your own cock," I told him. "I'm the one who's had to bow down here. But I'm not going to kiss your goddamn girl friend's pussy. So tell her to get the hell back in her own car and back it out of our path so you can take me home. Then, for all I care, you can come back here and teach her to fuck."
Norma squealed, then pivoted and went scurrying down the camper steps like she had suddenly sprouted wings.
And that ended my beautiful Tuesday fucks with Jim. It took me a damned long time to replace Jim with anything that could equal him at all. That guy and I had screwed a tune together Mozart himself would have thought heavenly.
Jim and Norma made up. And of course after she'd got a look at that stiff dong and knew it was standing out there wet and well loved by a pussy other than her own, she lost no time in telling him she had been wrong, and that she would take care of his sexual desires herself.
I know this because the next day at school, after Norma had caught us with our pants down, she came to my locker and told me these exact words. (Jim had gone to her house after he let me off at my corner.)
"I hate you Tiger," she told me. She had a mad gleam in her eyes that looked as if she might shoot on through me like a lazer beam. "You are a rotten slut. But, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to tell anyone what I caught you doing last night."
"Don't throw me any crumbs Norma. I could care less what you 'tell.' I was doing what comes naturally with Jim. Fucking. And I'm not a bit sorry. The only reason you aren't running off at the mouth is because you don't want anyone knowing your precious boyfriend had his cock in someone else's nest other than your own."
"You low bitch," she said through clinched teeth. And she stamped haughtily away, with her face aimed straight at the ceiling.
"Curse you," I said loudly. How I hated high and mighty females. Very sweetly I called after her: "By the way Norma, every time you screw Jim, remember this. Tiger was the first to tell you he is great stuff. And if you need any pointers on pleasing him, be sure and come to me."
She turned and glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. But I felt much better. Norma had Him. I might have only a lonely empty well down there where his great cock and wiggling tongue had often filled me with goodies. But I knew she would never lay in his arms in contentment. There would always be my shadow between them.
For a couple of weeks, when Tuesday came around, I was as bitchy and touchy as a cat with his wincey little peter caught in a mousetrap. The first Tuesday I wouldn't go out for a screw with anyone else. Then the second Tuesday, I was home all alone in the den watching TV. I'd turned poor Daddy's photograph around backwards and was feeling bluer than hell when the phone rang.
It was Jim wanting to know if I would go out for a quick romp. "We had a good deal Tiger," he told me wistfully. "It was all fun and business and no malarky. And it was great! Until Norma blew it up. Hell Tiger, my peter's about to drop off with the weight of a perpetual hard-on. Cripes girl, you're good stuff. Strict business hell. That's not altogether true. We were great together and I miss it."
I felt my heart flutter at his words. Suddenly I knew I had missed Jim more than I cared to admit. And in admitting this much, I realized I was too involved. I had made the fucking game rules myself, and almost broken them all myself. No involvement. No favorites. No single fucks, but many, many cocks.
"No Jim. I can't," I said, with reluctance but determination. I can't do it. Norma might cause me trouble. And if she would, my old lady would put me away in a hole to rot. I'm working for a cause remember? The Tiger Cause. To get the hell away and be on my own. I liked to fuck you too Jim. I liked it so much, sometimes I think about making love to you to put myself to sleep. And this is precisely why I'm not going to see you again, Jim baby. You've got Norma ... go fuck her."
"It's not the same Tiger puss. I have been balling her. Ever since that night she caught us and changed her mind. But she's just not with it baby. Would you believe she lays there like a zombie and doesn't move a muscle. The only reaction I get out of her is, 'Ohhh, not too deep. Not too much. Not too fast.' Geez Tiger, she can't even come! You know what she says when I climax? 'Oh Jim dear, that is so filthy ... now you've gotten me all wet and sticky.' "
"Tough luck baby. Tough luck. She's yours. Maybe you should go back to playing the field. You know, follow up my motto ... safety in numbers and all that bit."
"Well, if you change your mind give me a ring Tiger puss," Jim said gently. I felt myself longing for Jim's efficient cock and tongue in waves of throbbing right in the center of my aching pussy. And I would have loved to run my hole right onto his cock and lock it up tight. But I knew I couldn't give in now. "No way," I said determinedly.
"You sound bitter Tiger," Jim said softly.
"Don't ever be bitter. That's the beauty in you. You don't lay a guy low with nagging, or tricky feminine games. You like to fuck, and you admit it. And you always give as good as you get."
"I'll do okay Jim. Are we still friends?" I asked.
"The best Tiger." Then I heard his phone click dead.
I went to bed and had me a good long sobbing cry. Then I played with myself. I fucked my clit to a frenzy, until I had two or three roaring, blinding comes so I could relax.
Right then I made up my mind to have an ample replacement for Him before the following Tuesday rolled around.
CHAPTER FIVE
TIGER SCREW THE BOYS, AND MARGEEN SCREWS TIGER
I thought it over very thoroughly and I promised myself never to let my feelings get tied up again like I did with Jim. I knew in order to remain totally detached, my best bet was married men. I knew by now married men loved to fuck strictly on the side so as not to have any threat to their homelife.
And I was ready to take on older men anyway. Oh, Jim fucked like a man. But he was the only one. To coin a phrase of my own, "the others screwed around at fucking."
All males thought they were dynamite. And I guess in a way they were right. The second you lit their fuse, they exploded. But the majority were real fizzles at fucking. Oh, I liked nothing better than to get screwed. But of the guys I'd tried now and then, I still hadn't kept anyone on a permanent basis but my original three ... and Jim until I lost him.
I didn't know just where to find the right men. I had never come in contact with many adults other than teachers and a few raunchy, pot bellied neighbors. And I had no intentions of lowering my standards to taking on just any old bag of balls that wiggled at me.
I wasn't old enough to go to bars. And I wasn't stupid enough to try it. So far Mom hadn't the slightest inkling of my fruitful life. And at all costs (such as giving up Jim because Norma might fink on me) I had to keep Mom in the dark.
The following Monday came, and I still hadn't solved my dilemma of the missing cock. I was leaving my locker to go to Gil's house, when I turned and slammed, boobs on, right into the school janitor, Billie Williams.
Billie was a big hunk, six feet two, with wide shoulders like a baboon, and black wavy hair. All of the girls wiggled their asses double time when Billie was in eyeball distance. And they had plenty to say about him during P.E. classes. Such as: "Billie got into trouble today because he had his top coverall button unfastened and didn't have an undershirt on."
"How do you know?"
"Because I got sent to Mr. Bangles' office because my pants showed under my mini skirt. (Mr. Bangles was our good looking silver -haired principal.) "And Mr. Bangles had Billie in there chewing him out."
"Why naughty girl, what a thing to say. Billie's one big stuff. But he isn't Mr. Bangles' type, I am," another girl would tease. And so the banter would go about sexy Billie.
I hadn't paid much attention to Billie myself. Up to now I'd been happy enough cockwise. And I had been busy. I always had a lot on my mind at school. I had to keep my grades up to keep Mom's mouth off me on that score. And I had work to do at home. I had screw jobs to keep straight ... who on what night. I had my money to keep well hidden. And I had plans to make for the future.
But now that I had contemplated adding married men to my roster, bumping into Billie, and the immediate response I got from him, gave me an inspiration.
"Wow, you're some stacked chick to bump kid. Those knockers are like hard unripened cantaloupes. Thanks for making my day," Billie said, pretending to catch and support me. His huge hands spread around my ribs so far, his fingers managed to squeeze up under my armpits to cop a free feel.
"Billie is the perfect one," my mind exclaimed. "He's my new cock. He works here at school all alone on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I could fuck him right here!"
I knew Billie wasn't going to have ten dollars to spare every week like Jim. Consequently Billie alone wouldn't be enough money. But, I was getting bored. I wanted some life injected into my screw party. So, Billie wouldn't be enough cock either. I decided I would make a deal with Billie boy. I would convenience him. I would come to school Tuesday nights. I would give him the first half-hour all alone ... if he would line me up and safely sneak three more dicks of my choice in to me.
The same three guys each week of course. I had to be careful. Besides, I was particular. I figured it would take four cocks to replace Jim's expertise. And why take a cut in money, when I could double my Tuesday night's bread instead.
In a playful but meaningful way I said out loud to Billie. "Take your paws off me Billie the Kid. I don't give freebees of any kind what-so-ever."
"You got me there pussy-cat. What's freebees?"
I looked him in the eye, and licking my lips, leaving my tongue posed in the corner of my mouth momentarily, I told him. "It means you don't get a free feel ... or a free piece of ass from me. "I read all about it in a very knowledgeable paper back book written by a rich, notorious New York Madam ... of a whorehouse ... Billie," I caressed his name.
Leaning sideways on his broom Billie said. "Hey, you tell it like it is don't you chick." His cock was getting hard. I could see it pushing against his tight coveralls.
"Tiger is my name," I said. "And fucking is my game."
"Yea. I know. I keep my eye on you Tiger. You've got a tricky little bottom too. I love to watch it wiggle. Tiny as hell, and shaped to perfection. Yep. You do have a well formed ass. It sure enough makes a guy's cock spew."
"Is that so?" I said. I shelved this info for future contemplation and evaluation. (I'd never purposely wiggled my butt when I walked. But maybe it would be a good idea to add a little too and fro.)
Billie leaned closer, and speaking barely above a whisper he said. "What I really like is those big tits you carry around like two big headlights mounted on that pert little chassie."
"You work on Tuesday nights, don't you?" I asked. (After all, one of my rules is, don't play ring-around-the-rosy ... but get with it!)
"Yea. Whatcha got in mind?"
"I'll meet you here at seven sharp Tuesday nights, in whatever area of the building you say is safest. I'll give you a half an hour ... maybe forty-five minutes. That is if you're good enough dicking."
"Just what do I have to do?" he interrupted, sort of dipping to his knees, and pulling at his coveralls to make room for his hard-on.
"You have to give me five bucks, before I deliver. And...."
"I know there would be a catch."
"Wait'll I finish Billie," I said, smiling and licking my lips again. "And, after I take care of you first ... you sneak three other guys in to me."
"Geez! That would take all night girl! I only work until ten o'clock."
"I'll handle all three together Billie. Don't worry. We will leave at ten sharp. I have to be home from my baby sitting job by 10:15."
"Wow. Some babies you sit."
"Ummm. Yum. Are they," I admitted. "The sweetest baby in the world is a great big hard prick with a helmet all purple with wanting pussy, Billie boy."
"You got yourself a deal. Bring on your pets. Have them come to the rear hall door at seven on the nose."
"I don't have the three studs yet Billie. I want you to bring me three try-outs. But they gotta be real special. I don't want any limp duds."
"I think I can set you up. I'll have your cocks here, already jerking off at seven P.M. sharp. But you got your stipulations. I've got mine. I don't want loners. I want to be in on your little orgy. Okay Tiger-ass?"
"So long as I'm the one who collects the mula," I told him. And I walked away and left him standing there to handle his frustrated cock.
Because for the moment, his stiff dick was his problem. I had problems of my own. For instance. What would the guys be like Billie would bring me?
I soon learned I was very much mistaken in thinking my unknown customers was my biggest problem. I went by Gil's, and we had a quick but satisfying romp out in the garage. Gil had a style all his own. He didn't vary much in his fucking. If he was my only piece of ass, it would be boring as hell. But he wasn't. And it was kind of a treat to know the instant you laid down, Gil would jump on, and ram his long dick halfway up to your navel and immediately start pounding, ramming his rod all the way home with every rock, so fast you would swear he was run by electricity. Yes, that Gil took off like a bat out of hell the second he buried his bone. With him, I was always ready to come instantly.
And it was quick easy money, so why complain. I had a soft spot for Gil in my heart as well as in my pussy.
After Gil caught his breath, he got up and slipped back into his levis and asked me if I wanted a Pepsi, my favorite drink. I said no, that I had spent some extra time at my locker with Billie the janitor, and consequently, was now running late with dinner. Mom was at a charity bazaar and I was supposed to fix pork chops and salad before she got home.
Time has sure been flying, I thought, as I walked home from Gil's. I would soon be sixteen. Daddy had been gone a long time. Poor Daddy. It seemed he had been gone forever. Mom and Margeen didn't even miss him. They were glad to have his insurance money in lieu of his presence. And they both frequently said so.
Once Daddy was put away, Mom never went near his grave and she said she never would. She wouldn't have held a formal funeral for him if she hadn't wanted to put on a front. (None of our neighbors knew she'd kicked him out). And of course to collect on his large policy it looked much better for her to give a show. But the day she came in from the grave-site and put Daddy's photo on the mantle to taunt me, she turned to me and said: "I bought only a wooden box, in hopes that the worms would get to him sooner than ordinary."
Mom always delighted in telling Margeen over and over about catching me and Daddy locked together with his wonderful live nature key. Naturally Margeen was tickled to have Mom back up what she'd already accused me of dozens of times. Yesterday when Mom had remarked, as usual about the casket, Margeen chirped: "Don't worry Mama, he was such a raunchy bugger, the little wormies have surely already devoured him."
I ran into the bathroom and barfed up my guts. I hated them both with a passion. Especially when I recalled this scene.
Now, squeezing back the tears, I put this reminiscing from my mind. I decided I would have Tom and Benny stop at Carter's Florist on our way to Northwest Bend, our new Screw Headquarters. I would buy some flowers for Daddy's grave.
I had to be extremely careful that I never have money in my purse that Mom shouldn't know about. When I first started "babysitting" I had told her I got ten dollars weekly, and that I was paid once a week. I had to give her eight dollars out of each ten to go toward my expenses at home. If she would catch me with a five or ten dollar bill at the wrong time, there would be the devil to pay.
So, in order never to slip up, I made a never ending habit of hiding my money instantly. Today I would hide Gil's fiver away, and take out three ones to buy Daddy's flowers with.
I went to the bathroom when I first came in the house. I listened. No one was around. Then I walked quietly through the house to double check. Yes, I told myself, Margeen and Mom were still gone. Which wasn't unusual. They never came home until I had dinner ready.
Margeen didn't have any chores to do, except for ironing her own clothes. (And doing that for her secretly was one of the things I usually did as payment for her to keep her trap shut about my extra wardrobe which I wore away from home.)
Keeping house, and cooking and doing dishes was my punishment for being the death of my father ... so Mom said. What the heck. It didn't bug me that much. In fact, I refused to let it bother me at all. I wouldn't be here much longer, and then she could choke on her own dust for all I cared.
I quickly went up the back stairs to the attic which Mom was deathly afraid of and had never entered. I opened the door, pulled the chain to turn on the bare light hanging close to the entrance. I almost jumped out of my skin! There sat Margeen on top of the old suitcase in which I had all of my money hidden! She was sitting up very straight, her arms crossed nonchalantly, her whitish blonde hair shinning brightly against the dirty wall behind her.
When my mouth flew open in surprise, she laughed. In fact, what she did was cackle and shriek for joy ... like a twelfth century witch.
"You forgot your black hat and broom, "I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she looked. But I knew it was useless to pretend. That little bitch wasn't sitting on my money bag to hatch eggs. I was ready to have a fit!
"I had my broom with me yesterday sister dear. While you were out riding dear Tommy's new cycle with him. And did I sweep you clean big sister. I gave all of your contaminated money to Mama."
"You can't do that," I screamed, lunging to pull the hair out of her head. It's my money. I have to have it. It's mine!"
"No. Now it's Mom's. She promised to spend half on me ... as a reward of course. I get a new wardrobe for summer ... new bikini and all. School is out next week you know, and I am going to Feather River Resort with Janet and her mother."
"What did you tell Mom, you thief?" I asked, stopping short in front of her. I'd snatch her bald later, so help me. Her snatch, and her head too, the bitch. Now I had to get my money back. Over nine months wages gone!"
"I told Mom I found the money secured in a rubber band in a plain old grocery bag in the alley behind Dave's Market. I assured her there was no wallet or anything which anyone could claim. I said I felt it was my duty as a daughter to give my mother the money," she taunted gleefully.
"You maggot rotten cunt!" I screamed at her. "You did it because you knew she would cut your head off if you turned up with a bunch of new clothes and she didn't get her cut."
"Right. This way I get her blessing and most of the money too. Mama likes to dress me nice. To make up for the way dead Daddy mistreated me."
"You'll pay for this!" I cried. I couldn't hold back the tears. I knew I had lost. What could I do?
Go to Mom and insist the money was mine. And then prove it by telling her it was Pay for Pussy? I had exactly six hundred and seventy dollars in that suitcase! It was a fortune. And more so, it was my assurance I would get out of this hell hole.
"Now sister, I don't think I will pay at all," she mocked. "What do you propose to do? Tell on me? Let me see ... what could you say? I know. How is this? 'Mom, Margeen gave you the money I earned as a whore by going to bed with every cock in town.' "
"I hate you, you brittle piece of female flesh. You're just like Mom. Tell me. How can you possibly soil yourself by spending such dirty money for clothes to cover your own pure virgin ass?" I mocked.
"Easy," she grinned, crossing her feet and arms again, like a goddam queen sitting on her throne. Ridiculous maybe, the throne was a bent suitcase. The dirty bare floor was covered with dust and cobwebs hanging from the two by fours she leaned against. But Margeen looked like a queen, with her white blonde hair spilling like spun gold down over her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkling with witchy pleasure.
Margeen was easily the most beautiful girl in town, counting all the girls in high school. But for all her good looks and expensive clothes, she didn't have a boy friend. And the only girl friend she had was Janet, who was another spoiled brat like Margeen. They had to put up with each other. No one could stand either one of them.
I'd had enough experience with Mom and Margeen both to know that any revenge on my part would be a waste of time, because they would stick together and counter-attack. Oh sure, I could beat the living crap out of her. And how I longed to! But Mom would have me locked up.
I absolutely would not let her get away with this. Not in a million years. I knew I had to calm down and think. The money was gone. That I realized now. But one way or the other, I would get it back out of her. So help me I would!
"You're very clever, I'll admit that," I told her. I had to pretend to be licked. "But let me ask you one thing. How did you know about the money?"
Margeen smiled like the cat who'd caught spring's first robin. "I've been following you for weeks. I knew you didn't baby sit. You baby sit! That's the joke of the year. Mom might believe you don't go out with boys. But I've always known better, I followed you and watched every Tom, Dick and Harry in this community pick you up around the corner. I didn't know about the money. I didn't figure that out at first. Then, when I saw you pay Mom, it occurred to me if you didn't really take care of kids, you were collecting steady bread from some other fruitful source. And it had to be from studs. Fuck's all you do."
"How did you find my hiding place?"
"Simple. Friday night when you came home you peaked in Mom's room, and she was gone. You looked in my room and I wasn't in my bed. The lights were out all over the house, so you thought I was gone. I was hiding in the bathroom, and I followed you up here. Then I had to wait until Sunday, when you and Mom were both out at once, so I could come up here and recover your nice treasure."
"You told me at dinner you were spending the night with Janet."
"Yes. I know I did," she giggled.
"You bitch. You won't ever trick me again."
"You paid whore," she answered coolly. "I'll tell you what I will do Tiger. I can't go to Mom with more easily found loot. And it's no skin off my nose if she learns of your lucrative occupation. But we can both come out okay if you co-operate. I will promise to keep your secret for ten percent."
"Drop dead," I yelled. I was so mad I could feel the blood pounding in my temples. "Go fuck up your own bread." I turned and left my beautiful sister sitting on her throne.
I was so late with dinner, Mom threw a tizzy. When it was time for me to leave I didn't have the dishes washed. She said I couldn't go. "Don't get it in that empty head of yours you can sluff off after school and start neglecting your responsibilities around here. You can just phone the ... what's their name...."
"Waggener," I supplied quickly.
"Call the Waggeners and tell them you can't sit tonight."
I went to the phone and dialed Benny. "Hello, Mrs. Waggener," I said.
"What's wrong Tiger?" he asked. We had already planned this code long age.
"I'm very sorry. Something has come up at home and my Mom says I can't work tonight."
"Your Mom is a bitch."
"Yes. I know Mrs. Waggener. I agree with you. I won't be late tomorrow," I promised.
Margeen sat at the table smirking like a damned tomcat who'd just humped an entire block of fresh pussy holes. I had such a strong urge to smash her one in the head with the pork chop skillet, I carefully refrained from picking it up until she had left the room.
I finished my work and went dejectedly into the den. Instead of turning Daddy's picture away, I got it down and sat in his big leather chair and stared into his eyes for a long time. I thought of how much I had loved him, and how safe he always made me feel. Now there wasn't anyone to take my part but me; myself. Oh sure Tom, Gil, or Benny would stand up for me in a circumstance where they could ... like beat up a purse snatcher or whatever. But they couldn't help me get even with Margeen and Mom.
I hadn't merely lost my savings. I'd lost another ten bucks tonight from Tom and Benny. Plus the fact I hadn't been collecting the ten a week I'd gotten from Jim. I had been almost a year closer in time to when I could escape this rat hole. And yet, now I was further from my goal than I had been since the day Daddy died and I first collected from Tom and Gil.
I wiped back the tears which suddenly filled my eyes, and sighed. I felt very lonely. I would sit here and hug Daddy's picture until I thought of a new plan. Because I was definitely going to make more money. Lots more. And I had to fix Margeen for what she did. And getting revenge wasn't all I had to do. I also must thoroughly convince her not to fink on me the first time she took a notion. And! Most of all. Once and for all, I had to teach her to keep her greedy paws off my bread!!
CHAPTER SIX
ORGY DELUXE
That damned Billie was a real charge. He had me all excited the next morning, which was Tuesday. He stopped me in the hall to jerk his eyelids knowingly, and whisper quietly that he had me three of the best ramming rods in town all -lined up for that night.
"Of course you will see that not one of them can hold a candle to to my dong. Yea baby! I've got such a tool, you'll want me to get rid of the others the minute you see what I've got here for your hungry puss," Billie told me.
As he talked he leaned up close to me, half turning sideways to lean on his big push broom, so that he hid himself from them between class traffic in the hall near my locker. Moving his hand slowly he pressed his coveralls down tight over his dong. It was standing straight up, pressed in against his belly by his clothes. And IT REACHED ALL THE WAY TO HIS WAIST!
I couldn't help myself. At the same time, my mouth and my pussy both got moist with longing. I'd never seen such a pecker. Well, in dirty picture magazines sure. But never for real. And not in the flesh!
"I'll bring that down to size for you tonight," I told Billie. Then I turned and rushed away to my next class. My pussy twinged with instant longing as I walked into that dull classroom.
But was I wrong about Billie. Oh, I deflated that stiff prick all right. But not by sucking or fucking. Billie finally got his rocks off that night just before ten p.m., which was our deadline. But the only part I played in the melodrama was the show I put on for Billie with the other three customers he brought me.
Billie didn't screw me. That big fake! He didn't even touch me. All he did was stand up against a corner like a big overgrown moron and jerk off that luscious looking cock of his, while all dewy eyed and grinning, he watched the rest of us make the scene.
I had been leery of who Billie would get for me. But I needn't have been. I couldn't have handpicked the group more selectively myself.
Much to my amazement, one of the group was a blonde female in her early twenties, called Lilly. I had seen her once before at a school picnic. She was Billie's wife.
I worked hard at not showing my surprise. And my reluctance! What the hell is this, my eyes asked him. But I didn't speak out loud. I'd never touched a female. I hated females.
But Lilly was older than me. She had a haughty, sexy know-it-all air about her, that made me feel like a sexless no-tit virgin. I wasn't about to show my cherry by running off at the mouth like an inexperienced clod.
After all, this is my scene, not this broads, I told myself ... and Billie, by glaring disapproval at him. And it will remain my show. This twat wasn't about to cut in on my screwing. I had no intentions of sharing hard cocks, or hard cash, either one. "She pays too Billie," I said, not acknowledging Lilly be addressing her directly.
"A bargain is a bargain Tiger," Billie said. He appeared totally unperturbed at my statement. "Lilly, pay up now and show your good intentions," Billie directed her. As he talked, Billie handed me his own five dollar bill. Lilly reached in the pocket of her tight, faded levis, and handed me five ones.
Brushing my fingers an extra long time as our hands touched, she winked at me.
I ignored her, expertly I hoped, by turning to my other two customers. I looked them in the eyes ... but not coldly. No fuck should ever come from a machine. I promised them each, with a glance and a smile, they would not only get their moneys worth, but my heart would be in the job. 'So to speak'.
Grinning back at me, they got out their wallets and happily forked over. I really dug what Billie had put together for me. These dicks were twins. Identical twins.
They had short, stout bodies, blond wavy hair, and teasing blue eyes. They looked to me to be in their early twenties. As they handed me their fivers, they each said: "Hi Tiger, we're Brad and Brett. We like to stick together."
Let me tell you, those twins got their wish. We all stuck close together. That Tuesday night, and every Tuesday night for a long time to come. And did we have a ball. A BALL!
First of all, I will explain a few facts briefly. Billie and Lilly were a rather odd husband and wife team. Lilly liked girls only. She said she was married to Billie for security. And Billie's vows were more for proprieties sake, than for any other reason.
They did get along quite well. But I never saw one of them touch the other. Lilly eventually told us her lover was a bi-sexual married woman who just couldn't sneak out often enough to keep Lilly happy.
And Billie loved himself. Or, he loved his own cock, I should say. Can you beat that? Billie paid his five bucks to stroke his own cock. Now and then he would hold his enormous club up and wave it back and forth and say: "See what I've got?" Or he would chuckle happily and brag, "I've got the biggest pecker in the city ... maybe in all the world!"
But he always kept that beautiful temptation wrapped in his own big paw, secure from the rest of the world.
After that first Tuesday night I had to admit my uneasiness was completely unnecessary. Lilly didn't show the slightest interest in Brett or Brad. She was interested strictly in me.
Had she approached me alone, or before the guys had me all worked up to a frenzy, I would have belted her flat on her ass. But I was green. Lilly knew it, and she played it smart. She got to me but good. That I will admit.
Right away I motioned for Brad, Brett and Billie to undress. Which Billie didn't do. He just unzipped his pants and let his dong hang out his fly like a big fire hose that's all stiff with water pressure.
I took off my clothes too. Then I laid down on the nice clean cot Billie had made ready behind the furnace. Our special orgy corner was nice and warm. The bare overhead light shown down brightly and the weird atmosphere excited me. I was ready for blast off.
My life had been dull without Jim. And this group turned me on like a turbe jet engine. Yes! I was all hot to trot.
I hadn't invited Lilly to undress. She subtly sat down, fully clothed, on a wooden chair which Billie usually sat on during his rest periods. She casually lit a cigarette, and ignoring me, blew smoke rings.
Brad and Brett undressed with precision. Just as if they were Siamese twins. With synchronized movement, they approached me together. Each with a big hard-on pointing right at me.
Even their cocks were identical. My God, that turned me on so I started humping eagerly at just the thought of having these exactly alike tools both in me at once.
Oh, did I want those cocks! One of them (I couldn't tell them apart ... and WHO CARED) reached down, and taking my hand, pulled me up off my back. Cupping my already hard nippled , boobs in his hands he laid down, turned me around, guided me back onto the cot. Over his body, and down, down, to encase that stiff ramrod into my smoldering pussy.
Just as I felt his first hard impatient thrust in my cunt, the other B was already behind me, stuffing that twin cock of his, inch by inch, into my ass!
AND AWAY WE WENT. Luckily we were down in the back room of the basement in a very empty building, because I moaned and yelped and screamed for joy.
Once I really get in heat it's difficult to tell which I like best ... pussy end, or ass end. But both together! Wow! With those dongs touching through that thin wall of skin between the vagina and anus! It was just like having a huge double sized cock that could wiggle every which way.
Did I come. And come. AND COME! So did Brad and Brett. In fact, with the exception of Jim, I'd never seen anyone hold up like the two B's.
The two B's was the name I gave them. UM HUM. B was their name. And like me, fucking was their game.
At first I wasn't aware of when Brett and Brad gave out and Lilly started on me. I remember that I was lying very still with my eyes closed. I was flat out on the cot, in that state of half exhaustion, half dream world, where, though no one else is touching your body, you have so much wild excitement filling your entire being that you are actually still fucking and still coming. I had my right leg to one side, and my left leg down off the narrow cot, so that my bare feet were flat on the cement floor.
Though they had stuck to plain fucking so far, at the first thrill of an expert tongue rammed halfway into my still tingling cunt, I thought Brad and Brett, one or the other, was at me again. It was heaven!
It was perfect. This one was very knowledgeable and practiced at eating pussy. A real true cunt gourmet! I was off and running instantaneously. I humped and hunched and wiggled and moaned and cried and CAME. That tongue went in and out and all around with strong suction. It lightly teased my clit until I begged for more right while I was getting all I could possibly stand.
Then it quit playing around and tongued my clit as fast as the pointed tongue of a rattlesnake. It greedily sucked my juice like it was pure honey. That master tongue made me come again and again, and still it didn't stop.
Yes. That fabulous tongue knew secrets about me no one had ever known, the far recesses of my mind realized. It knew exactly what spot to tickle, what tiny little area to pressure. When to be gentle. When to be rough. I went mad!
OHHHHH! With a wild cry I lunged my eager ass to a raised elevation so I could receive that tongue deeper. I didn't ever want to lose it.
Which B was it, I wondered. I hadn't had time to think. After all, it didn't matter if my fantastic lover was Brad or Brett. I hoped it was first one, and then the other. I couldn't tell them apart at all and who cared.
I had to pull that face deeper into my raging hot pussy. By this time I was too carried away with passion to open my eyes. I got a hold of that lover's hair, and lowered that talented head deeper into my burning pit.
But the hair was smooth, and long, and silky. Not the heavy texture of the tight ringlets of the B's. Oh god! This was Lilly!
As I said, at the beginning of the session, I would have balked had she come head on at me ... cold turkey. But not now. Oh, I was startled. I had brief reservations. Very, very brief. I remember the thought, "but I hate women," raced swiftly across the top of my mind.
But closely following, in fact, entangled in that same thought, was the rest of the sentence. "I hate women ... but God this one can eat pussy better than anyone with a cock between his legs. I will simply continue to keep my eyes closed, I told myself. All the while, I was wiggling madly, still fucking that glorious tongue. I decided that as long as I didn't look, I would be positive as to whether a male, or a female tongue was punching me.
After all, men and women have tongues which are exactly alike don't they, I alibied somewhere in the back of my sex filled brain.
I thought I had died and was reigning in paradise. That glorious, tingling, throbbing, tickling eating out filled my entire being. Wow! Female tongues definitely knew where it was at. This gal knew secrets a man may be told, or learn fairly accurately by experimentation, but still never know himself.
I think it's like a male doctor describing to a woman what it's like to have a baby ... but he'll never actually know himself.
This female tongue knew it all. Did Lilly produce! And she asked nothing in return but the pleasure, and excitement and fulfillment she derived from fucking me with her mouth!
And Billie remained the little boy on the sideline, who, though he doesn't eat cake, nevertheless always stands patiently at his mother's heels while she is baking, waiting to lick the icing bowl.
Yep, Billie remained in the corner against the wall, holding that great cock in one hand. And a big red, white and black bandana handkerchief in the other, which he used to carefully wipe away his blasting ejaculations of white liquid.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EATING SISTER INTO SUBMISSION
My Tuesday nights were a real blast of come. I was enjoying myself immensely. And making more money in one evening than I had been was a great consolation. For, always in the back of my mind was the constant reminder that my dear sister Margeen had wiped me clean. I had to make it up right away. I absolutely had to.
What to do to get even with her was also constantly eating at my pride ... I knew that if only I could think of it, there was a perfect solution. Surely I was no dumber than Margeen, and she'd certainly worked out a slick trick on me.
Then, several weeks of making it with Lilly gave me a bright idea. I thought of it right in the middle of one of our sessions, where, after Brad and Brett literally fucked my brains out, Lilly was eating me into paradise.
It was so simple! I would get a hold of Margeen and screw her virgin pussy every way but loose. I would make such an addict out of her, she would not only never tell on me, she would end up paying me good money for the wonderful treatments.
The thought of eating pussy didn't really turn me on, because I still didn't like girls. And I hated Margeen with a double barreled passion. But I knew it was the perfect way to put her in her place once and for all. I wouldn't even need to waste any of my profitable nights. Or so much as leave the house. I could sock it to her on the nights I didn't babysit.
I was so elated with the idea once it came to me, and at the same time so in heat with the masterful job Lilly was doing on me, that I squeezed my legs, clamping my pussy muscles so tightly on Lilly's tongue she let go to screech. But she quickly came panting back to finish me off. Good old Lilly had taught me a lot. And had given me tremendous pleasure. Maybe when I split the scene with Lilly, I would turn Margeen over to her as a consolation prize.
The next night, Wednesday, was one of my nights at home. Mom was home too, but she went to bed early. She always closed her bedroom door, and she slept as sound as a clod. Besides, she trusted her precious Margeen explicitly. I figured if Margeen told her I came into her room to borrow something, Mom would believe her, if she caught us with my head buried all the way inside her baby's puss. At least I hoped so.
Anyway, I waited until Mom had been in bed for about forty-five minutes. Margeen was in her bed, propped up on her pillows listening to the radio and doing some homework. My sister cared no more for me than I did for her. And she'd certainly proved she had no scruples about cutting me down to size. So, taking all of this into consideration, I'd worked out my tactics very carefully.
I would catch her unaware and get to her so quickly she wouldn't have time to object. And then she wouldn't want to! I had my mind made up to that. My little sister would soon have her panting pussy wrapped around my little finger, begging for a frequent tongue job.
She looked up at me when I came into her room. But she didn't speak. I had closed the door behind me. I sat down on the side of the bed near the night light so I could quickly switch it off at the right moment. I felt my chances of breaking her in would be better in the dark. And also, if Mom should come into the room, she couldn't see.
"Margeen," I said softly. "I need your advice about something very important."
"Why the hell would you want my advice?" she spat at me. She turned her book over on her knees, and looked at me suspiciously.
"Because you are the only one I can turn to. I can't tell anyone else but you." I deliberately whispered, instead of speaking out loud.
"My god! If you're pregnant, Mom will skin you alive and have you for dinner," she told me rather matter-of-factly.
"It's nothing like that. I'm not that stupid. Can I turn the light out?" I asked. And as I inquired, I reached up under the shade and turned the switch.
"Is it that bad?" she whispered eagerly. Now she was caught up in the intrigue.
"It isn't bad at all," I assured her, still speaking very quietly. "In fact, it's sort of beautiful. I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"Thinking about what?"
"Oh God," I stammered...."now that I've finally worked up the nerve to come to you ... I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU." I spoke with what I smugly felt was just the right amount of desperation. As I talked, I slowly leaned down on the bed next to Margeen, propping my face on my fist. "You just have to understand," I pleaded with a final dramatic outburst.
"Understand what? I've never seen you like this Tiger. You're always so sure of yourself."
"It's something I can't help. Something that would mean as much to you as to me. If you will just give me a chance to show you. Then I know you will feel just as I do," I assured her.
While I was talking, I quickly pulled the blanket down off her nude body. Margeen had never slept in anything but her birthday suit, which helped me move faster now. I couldn't giver her time to say no, before I had her hooked.
She still had her knees up. I pushed one knee aside and with the same movement I instantly rested my face against her yellow silken covered cunt, and jammed my tongue into the warm slit and was instantly wiggling with speed. (
Startled, she gasped. Or maybe she wasn't exactly startled, but merely surprised at me doing such a thing to her. Because she gasped, just as I always do when a tongue first gets me. And then she gave a quick jerk of the butt. But she didn't yell, or cuss me, or try to get away.
I gave her clit a fast job. I wanted to show her how fantastic it is to be properly eaten, before she had a chance to say no. I licked and rubbed, fast, then slow, then fast again. I spread her cunt lips with my fingers and got my tongue in deeper, and gave her a good deep job.
Right away I had her going. "Oh!" she kept saying. "NO!"
"OH! Don't. Stop. You can't do this. Oh please. Why are you doing this Tiger?" But all the time she made her verbal protest, she wiggled her ass and pushed her eager pussy closer against my tongue and literally begged for more.
Which she got. I didn't leave her until her little ol' cunt was throbbing with spasms. I had precious, spoiled Margeen where I wanted her. From now on she would be waiting in her bed, her legs already spread in anticipation. Yes. The pink of her pussy would be peaking and bleating at me. Begging me.
There was only one slight hitch. Margeen got so carried away, she made so much noise I was afraid Mom would wake up and catch us in the act. After all, I hadn't forgotten that fateful night with Daddy.
So, no matter how much she begged, which she was doing in no time, I told her 'no more' unless Mom was out of the house. This actually didn't present too much of a problem. Mom was usually always gone when I was at home.
When sister and I were alone, and I didn't have to worry about Margeen's noisy reactions giving us away, I could really work her over. I sucked her firm little upward tilted nipples until the buds were so hard I thought they would break off. This part of sex didn't do much for me. I would rather be the recipricant, and have the good job done on my own boobs. But it drove Margeen wild. It made her beg and plead for me to dive on down to her pussy. It made her my slave.
Cocks were my specialty. So eating cunt was strange at first. But female come is sweeter, really tastes better than male cum. And I got a great bang out of making putty of Margeen. In fact, the enjoyment of the sex we had grew on me little by little, until after, I would go into my own bed and play with myself fast and furious until I would come so violently, I didn't have the strength to come again.
This was a finished feeling I could give myself, that even fucking the best cock in the world, or being eaten by the most expert pussy chomper couldn't do for me.
When I had Margeen definitely meewing and purring in tune to my command, I decided I might as well get my fill out of our twosome. So I taught her to eat my pussy. Actually she seemed to already know how. But why not? I thought. Cunt lapping comes as naturally as sucking a tit ... like fucking does. How can you lose? You begin, and you aren't likely to stop until you're good and done.
For a steady month I catered to her so constantly she thought she was just one big live red hot pussy walking around. Then, abruptly I deliberately avoided Margeen like the plague. One night I had the flu. The next time I knew Mom was to be at a meeting, and saw Margeen look at me hopefully when Mom said so, I asked if I could do some extra babysitting.
Margeen looked daggers through me, and I gloated inwardly. She thought I was throwing her throbbing cunt over for some guy's red hot poker. But what could she say? She couldn't tattle that I really didn't babysit. And she sure couldn't say what she really wanted was for me to 'sit' her baby twat.
I left the house before Mom, so Margeen wouldn't have a chance to say a word to me. I wanted her to lie there alone and wait for me. I knew she would get all worked up worrying about whether I would show up at all before Mom returned.
I fooled around at the shopping center near our house for almost two hours. Then I Went home and went straight to my room and got undressed for bed. The second I turned my light out, Margeen came to me.
"You can't go out with guys on Wednesday nights like this," she whined. "Wednesday is my night. It's not fair." While she was talking, she sat down on my bed, feeling for my love nest with her fingers. "Please don't do it anymore."
"Not fair?" I said in mock surprise. I turned on my side so she couldn't get her fingers in my ever ready slit. "Actually it's your fault I have to go out on Wednesdays Margeen. All of my hard earned bread is gone, thanks to you. I found a new guy, and I will be working extra for quite some time.
"And let me tell you, he is a banger! He thinks a pussy is a base drum to beat at a steady rhythm until the whole damned parade is over. After balling him for two hours I don't have any strength or desire left for you sister. I'm beat."
"But I've waited two hours. Mom may not go out again this week ... not on the nights you aren't baby sitting. Baby sitting, my ass!" she corrected herself angrily. "Fucking goddamn men you mean."
"Surely you're not jealous. I give you sexual pleasure because I want to. I only fuck them for bread."
That softened her a little. But she wasn't about to give up. Her twinging cunt wouldn't let her. "Please Tiger. Just a few minutes. Make me come a few times ... even once."
"I told you after the screwing I just got...."
"I'll get you the money you would make on Wednesday nights," she interrupted me. "I promise. I'll give you all of the cash I have in my bank ... sort of to pay you back. And then, whatever it is you make, I'll give you the equal amount if you will give me Wednesdays for sure."
"Not if Mom is home. I told you that already. You scream like a banshee."
"I can't help it. It's all those things you do to me. I almost lose my mind. Especially when you slowly tease my clit with your tongue. Oh please, will you? I'll get my money now."
"How much do you have?"
"Sixty-three dollars."
"Crap. That's peanuts to what you stole from me," I told her coldly.
"I told you I will make payments every week," she promised, wiggling her insatiable ass all over the bed.
"Okay, go bring me the money. If you will continue to pay me back at five dollars a session, I'll stay home on the Wednesday's Mom is away," I bargained.
She brought me the money and immediately laid down beside me again. Curling her body up against me, she took my hand and jammed my fingers into her panting pussy. I gave her the treatment of a good finger job to heat her up good. Then I withdrew and turned away. "Not tonight Margeen, I already told you, I'm too tired. Next Wednesday we'll start."
"You goddam bitch," she yelled. She leaped from my bed and ran to her own room.
"Screw yourself little sister," I said. But I said it silently to myself. She got the point. I didn't have to say it aloud. "Just don't ever screw me up again."
More content than I'd been since the night I lost Daddy, I turned over and slept like a baby full of warm milk.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TIGER SCREAMS RAPE
When Margeen ripped me off, and admitted she'd witnessed my meeting customers at the corner by our house, I changed my meeting place to a dark alley about four blocks further away from the house. One Friday evening I went there to meet Benny and Tom as usual. But it didn't turn out to be a usual night at all!
The guys were late tonight. I had a strict rule that I would wait only about ten minutes. They were always very good about already being present when I arrived. And if for some reason they couldn't make it, they would have let me know. So I decided to give them five more minutes.
In only a couple more seconds or so, headlights approached, shining from the direction from which Benny always drove. Glad I needn't hang around this creepy area, I felt much better. I stepped aside to give Benny room to pull up.
But I gasped with sudden fright. It wasn't Benny and Tom, but three freaked out monsters. The instant two of them jumped out of the car to grab me, I could tell, even in the dark, they were hopped up on dope.
Oh God no, my mind screamed. And I ran like hell! But I couldn't begin to outrun their long legs. I had never been so terrified in my life. I don't know if I was afraid they would kill me, or if I was that terrified of being raped by such animal types ... and so many at once.
Actually there was no time to think about it. All I knew is, when the two grabbed me and held me tightly between them, my heart was beating at my chest like an electric mixer turned on high.
I fought with every ounce of strength in my body, and some muscles I didn't know I had. But I was no match for these three ... not if I could have taken them one by one.
They were all bordering six feet; and musclewise they were anything but puny. They all had long, frizzy hair, and very long thick beards and mustaches. In the dark, this was enough to disguise them completely. They all looked more or less alike.
"TOM! BENNY! TOM! BENNY! Hurry, come on," my mind screamed silently. "Don't fail me now. Please come save me."
They had to drag me, but in a matter of seconds they had thrown me into the back of an old station wagon.
They hadn't said a word. They just laughed and roared delightedly because I fought them. So you're a real tiger-puss huh," one of them said.
"If you only knew how right you are you dirty son-of-a-bitch," I spat back at him. I was so afraid ... scared to death in fact. But giving these bums the satisfaction of knowing it, I would not do.
I tried all of the normal female tricks of defense. Next I screamed. A good and loud piercing scream. But right in the middle of it, one of the big bastards whammed me one in the face so hard, I instantly felt warm blood trickling in my mouth.
The comic strips and the detective stories are right. When wholloped by a big hard hand, you do see millions of stars! I almost blacked out. I learn quick when the occasion calls for it. I knew better than to try screaming again.
The two apes who had hog-tied me were sitting on each side of me. One half sat on me to hold me down, while the other tied a stinking rag of some kind around my eyes. The driver started the engine, and we sped away.
A couple of seconds delay might have saved me. Because just as the rough smelly hands put the blindfold up to my eyes, I could see the flash of on-coming headlights in the rearview mirror. Tom and Benny! So near, and yet so far away!
We took off like a race car at the Indianapolis 500. And any hope of help bit the dust. However, judging from remarks my kidnappers made, I knew Tom and Benny had followed us for a time. So I knew they were reasonably sure of my plight. They would think of something. My boys wouldn't desert me, I told myself over and over.
But my one spark of hope was short ... just a quick spark that didn't catch. Because we were soon on a gravel road. That much I could detect from the sounds of gravel flying and crunching. And we were alone in no time. The dope happy bastards were hee-hawing victoriously, because they had lost my would be rescuers for sure.
"Whatdaya think we should do with this fresh hunk of female meat, Bigs?" the one on my right, inquired of the driver. Or, I assumed the driver was Bigs, as he was the one who answered.
"Well, Dunce, I've got a great idea," Bigs thundered from behind the wheel. "Let's eat her raw."
"Oh my God. How did he mean that. He didn't make himself quite clear enough to suit me. I didn't want their raunchy tongues in my pussy. Yet, I had to admit I would be lucky if they stopped at cunt chomping. It would be decidedly better than being hacked into hamburger and thrown in trash cans like in a newspaper account I'd read a couple of months ago. And I wouldn't put anything past this group. Evil almost visibly surrounded them.
When that crazy bugger mentioned eating me, I automatically started more wiggling and fighting. But I soon realized they were absolutely enthralled because I was putting up a fight. So I stopped and sat very still and demure.
Meanwhile, the captor on my left was disagreeing with Bigs in an unsteady gravel voice. "I'm sick of the same old shit. This hot little bitch has probably fucked and sucked every schoolboy asshole that's come close enough to her to smell cunt. Let's tie her to a stake and see how far we can ram a tire-iron up her ass. We've got one stashed here in the back with the jack and spare tire."
They all seemed to think this idea was hilarious from the way they all thundered wild laughter.
By this time I was trembling so hard I was freezing with chills. And not just from the cold night air, which had really gotten to me already, because my coat had been ripped off in the alley. The chills wracking my body were caused by fright. "Oh God, I'm going to die," I thought.
And let me tell you, thinking someone is going to kill you is no funny experience.
Dunce finally broke up the ballyhoo of guffaws with: "Youse guys can do anything your shriveled up pricks so desire. But not until after I fuck her. This little Tigercat is a good fuck, ain't you honey," he said. As he talked he rammed his hand inside my pants and squeezed my pussy so hard I had to bite the inside of my lips to keep from screaming in pain.
"I would rather be dead," I cried to myself. Dead first, before I ever saw them, that is. Not dead at their hands. What could I do?
Oh help me somebody! Was there no way out? I couldn't stop the tears of fear from spilling, but at least the rag tied around my eyes hid them.
Bigs pulled off to the right over a wide dip that felt almost like a ditch. The wagon groaned and creaked. I held my breath that we wouldn't turn over. These freaks wouldn't know if they were standing on their heads.
I knew all of the hideaways pretty well, but this territory was completely alien to me. And I had to admit anyone who might hope to rescue me might have the same problem. At least no one I knew was aware this place existed.
The scroungy bastards dragged me out and threw me on the ground. "We've arrived at our destination baby," one of them told me.
Someone ripped off my blindfold. "You'll wanta see from now on," Bigs said. (I recognized his voice rather than his face.) "You wanta observe the big cock you're gonna get, dontcha?" They were all three standing over me, and as he talked, much like a person will slap another on the back in fun, he pulled out his dick. I swear it was a longie. He waved it round and round at me like it was some kind of a flag. Then, the son-of-a-bitch, he kicked me.
My legs buckled, but I didn't do anything. I wasn't going to fight them anymore. They enjoyed it too much. And I wasn't going to grovel ... that they would really enjoy.
They had me cornered; but I was going to give them as little satisfaction as I could. So I sat as quietly as a mummy and didn't answer him at all.
"Let's us strip her down," Dunce said.
"Hell man," make her do it," the no-name one argued. "Stand up and take your clothes off!" he demanded. He kicked at me as Bigs had, but not as hard.
I just sat there.
Which proved to be a mistake. He lunged at me, pulling me to my feet with one hand. He ripped my yellow flowered mini off with one yank of his free hand, growling like an irate animal all the while.
Dunce got into the act and pulled my panties off me ... making me fall as he yanked them off both my feet at once. Then I was naked.
Bigs who had been standing by and hadn't helped undress me said, "You need a good lesson on how to respect your superiors. Get over there to that tree," he ordered, nodding to a nearby tree about a foot in diameter.
I knew I had no choice but to obey this insane group. And believe me, I did what they said without hesitation. Obviously preparing to watch the side show, Dunce and No-name sat down on the ground Indian style.
Bigs brought two pieces of rope from the car and tied my wrists together behind the tree. For some strange reason I didn't attempt to understand, he tied only my left ankle to the tree. My right foot remained free.
While this action was in progress No-name was complaining. "It's too goddam dark. Let's get some goddam light on the subject."
Bigs, still tying my ropes intently, argued with the suggestion. "Hell man, you know I have a weak battery in that junker. Anyhow, there's a full moon."
"Shit I can see that Bigs. But I don't want to look at no shitting moon. I wanta see little hotass here. Hell, I can't see no tits, nipples, or pussy hair or nothing ... just goddam shadows.
"Fuck, I knew what we can do," Dunce suggested happily. "Let's us build a nice big bright fire around this cold meat. She needs a bit of warming up anyhow.
"Yea!" No-name agreed with a happy shout. Let's us get with it." And he was instantly off gathering twigs and pieces of broken branches.
I was too frightened to breath. But I still sensed that to show my fear to these perverts would only entice them to even weirder acts. I could still taste blood, and I could hardly move my mouth. But I forced myself to speak as normally as possible.
I nodded my head at what, even in the dark, could be detected as fire parched trees. "This is obviously a known fire area. If you set a fire it won't take more than a couple of minutes for the fire department to be here," I bluffed.
Bigs backhanded me in my cut mouth. Excruciating pain surged through my head and blood ran down my chin. "Listen bitch, I'm tired of your lip. You think you're using psychology dontcha. For your information twat, we happen to be in an area that can't be seen by the rangers. That's why this here previous fire happened. Shit! Who do you think set it, smart cunt?"
My heart sunk. You wonder about phrases like MY HEART SUNK or MY HEART WENT THUD when you read them. Well, it can happen. THUD!
Now the creeps would have their fire at any cost, just to show me. And they were crazy hopped up monsters. They wouldn't feel remorse if their fire roasted me. Oh God. Oh God!
I didn't have long to think about my new plight. While they had been discussing the subject, they got a huge fire going only about three feet in front of me. I felt like I was scorching almost instantly.
Especially my bare nipples, knees, and cheeks. The intense heat dried the blood on my mouth, and the painful, drawing sensation made holding back the tears very difficult.
"Look at her now. Toasted cunt!" Dunce said. "Ain't she a beaut with her naked skin glistening in that firelight?"
"Well, hell," No-name said, "she ain't very meaty. But she does have whoopers for tits. Extra furry pussy too."
"Yep," Bigs agreed. "Got a tight twat hidden in there I bet. Let's check it out and find out how much that box will hold."
"Shit no! You ain't sticking no tire-iron up this one and wrecking her, like that last broad that up and died on us."
"Hell man. How you gonna fuck. You can't even get your cock up in your condition!" No-name mocked. "Pussy here can get it up for me," Dunce said. He leered at me greedily. "Come on Bigs. You owe me a favor. I got you a free fix tonight."
"Alright, Dunce, I owe you one. We'll play your game first. Go untie her," Bigs told him.
In a way I was relieved. My wrists were killing me and the fire was cooking me. Yet, in a way I wanted to stay where I was. I was more afraid of what they might do to me next, than what they had done so far.
Grabbing me away from Dunce, Bigs turned to No-name. "Get that old army blanket out of the wagon, and clear a space here. We'll have us a threesome. You lay on your back and have the bitch sit on your rod. I'll ram it to her in the ass. Dunce can set on your chest, so she can get to him to suck his cock and get it up for him. That is if he's got a hard-on in him," he added gleefully, no doubt enjoying a private joke.
I knew it was useless. But it was instinct to try to get away. I struggled to get loose again. The thought of being sexually assaulted by these madhatters made sour vomit come into my throat.
And what they might do to me when they had finished with me, to make sure I couldn't talk, I didn't dare think about. This new realization brought the tears spilling forth I had tried so hard to hold back, and I started crying uncontrollably. "Please, please let me go. Don't ... do this," I pleaded through the best corner of my mouth.
For an answer Bigs hee-hawed again, and threw me down on the blanket No-name had spread at my feet.
Just after I fell, a loud gun shot rang out. In fact, like in the old cowboy movies, it actually whizzed over my head. And then, I heard the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life. TOM'S VOICE. "This is the law. Don't make a move. We've got you covered."
The once brave musketeers froze momentarily; looking all around them like trapped animals for a means of escape. Then Bigs partially recovered and half whispering said: "I don't think it's the fucking fuzz. They would have moved in on us by now. It's those goddam punks we had to ditch when we snatched this sniveling cunt. But the bastards do got guns for sure. So let's make a run for the wagon and get the quick hell out of here."
The second Bigs gave this order, they all split. As they ran, three more shots were fired. I heard one shatter the windshield. I kept face down on the blanket. I didn't look up until I heard the engine of their vehicle sputter, then groan, as they took off.
After the station wagon was gone, I sort of peaked out from my hiding place and saw Tom and Benny running toward me. What a blessed relief!
Laboriously I got to my knees. Then I stood up to run to them. The firelight, the moon, and my dear wonderful friends, and even the night all disappeared. Suddenly there was nothing but a beautiful safe blackness, hugging, then enveloping me in it's arms.
It's alright darling girl. You are safe from harm with Nurse O'Connell. Such a lucky girl you are to have loyal friends. Those dear boys saved the likes of you."
I awakened to this thick Irish accent crooning at me. Standing over me, gently wiping my forehead with a cool cloth, I saw a huge round faced woman in a white uniform, which bulged because of the huge curves stuffing it.
"It's true," I told myself, "the nightmare is really over. It wasn't a dream that Tom and Benny rescued me in the nick of time." I shuddered, I could still see the roaring flames licking hotly at me! I started to cry out at the memory. But my mouth hurt so, I only moaned.
Both of my wrists were bandaged. I carefully raised one hand and felt around my battered mouth with my fingernails.
"No darlin. Don't touch. We have a few sutures where those gorillas clobbered you. Nothing, serious. Won't even be a scar. This I promise you or me name ain't O'Connell."
"Are ... Benny and Tom ... alright?" I had to talk very slowly. A word or two at a time.
"Sure they are now. Heroes, they be. Last I saw of those dear lads, they were talking to some reporters."
"Oh no! My mom will kill me ... or have me locked up!"
"Sure now she won't for a fact. Twasn't your fault at all. Those dear boys explained how they saw you walking along on your way to your regular babysitting job and were about to give you a lift, when those hoodlums grabbed you off the street and sped away before they could help you. But they did find you again, and in the nick of time, my darlin. That's all you need remember."
"But my mom won't believe it."
"Certainly, she does already. The poor woman sat outside the emergency room a crying her poor eyes out, since the minute we informed her of your plight."
I was speechless at this bit of information. Apparently Mom was fronting for the reporters. What a scene that must be! But maybe it would keep her from skinning me alive.
Minutes later, in Mom walked, her face hidden in a handkerchief. I was almost as scared of her as I had been of my abductors. Well, she could ram it up her ass. I was innocent. I had my scruples and limitations, whether she thought so or not. I chose my fucking mates carefully. They weren't raunchy dope ridden sadists either.
"Oh Tiger! You're alright? Those horrid creatures. They didn't rape you?"
"No they didn't for a fact ma'am. We must not upset the patient. The poor dear has suffered a very traumatic experience."
"I am so confused. I just can't believe it! Those creatures must be caught." Mom had burst into tears ... supposedly. I saw her face as she moved her handkerchief. It was dry.
Mrs. O'Connell must have gotten a glimpse of the mask herself. She bristled. "We must say goodnight now. Your daughter needs her rest."
As the friendly nurse was settling me for the night, every few minutes my body would jump uncontrollably, like when a person is all relaxed and about to fall asleep. Every time my body jerked, I cried out. Fright would serge through me again, and though I tried not to, I began to cry. The salty tears ran into my cut mouth ... which hurt enough already.
"I will get you a hypo. Doctor already left orders for it. You will sleep like a babe. And your bad experience will fade away," Mrs. O'Connell assured me.
I hoped she was right. At the moment I was still very much discombuberated! I was relieved to feel the prick of the needle in my hip. As she quickly jerked the needle free, the nurse firmly rubbed the punctured area with her fingertips. Was she a strong one.
"That feels so good," I mumbled, "so soothing. You're strong ... and kind. I don't usually like women. But you're very ... nice."
As I got woozy my good nurse kept rubbing. She was rubbing my ass very efficiently, when, in rolling waves, my head seemed to whirl faster and faster and I fell into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the wee hours (as Nurse called them) I woke with an unbelievably painful headache. In fact, my mouth and jaws felt like pain rolling around, thrashing against the sides of a barrel, trying to get out.
I saw in the dim light that Mrs. O'Connell was sitting in a chair close by. I liked her. Somehow I didn't hurt quite so badly when she moved to comfort me.
She came over and switched on a light. Then she turned me on my side and rubbed my back and shoulders with a cool lotion. Next she rubbed my butt good, then turned me on my back and rubbed my stomach.
It hurt so badly to open my mouth I quit trying. I motioned that the light hurt my eyes, but that I thought the rubdown was heavenly.
She went quickly to the door and closed it.
Then she turned out the bright light. "You lie very still. O'Connell will make you forget all your cares. You can count on that."
"Yes, me darlin'," she crooned, taking off my gown. "Your nursie knows how to calm this girl. I knew what you needed the minute I rubbed your hard little ass and it went to quivering. You're a live one," she hummed, as she rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples. She moved to my stomach. And then she finally got down to the bare facts.
That big old solid hunk of sweet Irish woman was a wonder. She slid her big hand, wet and soft from the lotion, on down to gently cup my pussy. Into the slit she inserted about three of those big fat fingers. Gently, ever so gently, she worked those tentacles. Sometimes all together, sometimes every which way. It felt like each finger was a separate cock, each desperate to outdo the other in giving pleasure.
Like Lilly, she knew where the most sensitive part of my clit was, and just how to scarcely touch and tease it madly. Then she moved onto the top space of skin between my cuntlips and with fast pushing motions she now finger-fucked the skin, pressing against the top of my pelvic bone to jerk me off.
I forgot my headache, my tender mouth, and my trauma. She purposely didn't cause the violent spasms of come I was capable of. The comes that cause pressures of pleasure to surge from the brain to the box. But she delighted me ... and soothed me with wonder. She took me on a long, thorough but lackadaisical trek through paradise. Sometime later ... much later ... I fell asleep again.
Mrs. O'Connell had gone off duty at seven a.m. Or so the young bitch of a nurse who bathed me, told me. She didn't like me and I didn't like her. It was one of those instantaneous and mutual 'I hate you' meetings. But who cares? I had O'Connell. And when Dr. Luke bustled in, I decided right off, he was a humdinger.
In fact, he was downright handsome. He was young for a doctor, about twenty-five or so. He had snapping brown eyes, medium long black curly hair, and a black stylish mustache.
He sat on the edge of my bed and asked me endless questions about my abduction. He was especially inquisitive about exactly what the three animal types did to me. "There were some police detectives here last night to question you. You were in surgery at the time. So the physician in charge told them you couldn't talk before today."
As he talked he examined my mouth, my eyes, head, wrists, and so on. And made notes on my chart. "Say, do you live up to this name?" he stopped his professional jargon to tease.
My mouth hurt like hell. "UM HUM," I murmured. Nodding my head, I answered him with my eyes as well.
"You can't talk today. It would pull those stitches and be painful. And you can't write notes because of your wrists. We won't allow any questioning until tomorrow. An ordeal, wasn't it girl?" he sympathized kindly, gently patting me on the cheek. "We'll sure take good care of you honey. This little Tiger will leave our hospital happy," he promised. As he talked, he pulled back the covers. "Now let's check the rest of you ... see how your other bruises and scratches are coming along."
First he squeezed my tits. The nipples got instant hard-ons. Not being able to talk was a disadvantage. But where there's a will, there's a way. So Daddy always told me. And I had made up my mind when this sexy cock carrier walked in the door, we were going to ball each other.
I couldn't get exuberant. Certainly no doggie-fashion, which I dearly loved. And which would be stupendous on this hard solid mattress. And no special goodies for the doc. I couldn't use my mouth ... damn those perverts. But then again, they were why I was here.
And here I was. So I intended to make the most of the situation. I felt this was one exception where I could fuck for my own pleasure. No money, or advancement involved. My hospital visit was turning out to be an unexpected vacation.
Dr. Luke leaned down closely over me to listen to my heart. I let my left arm slip carefully over the side of the bed so I wouldn't hurt my wrist. I rubbed his cock through his thin white surgical pants. What a tool! A good eight inches before hardening ... which was instant! Was I horny.
Moving up close against the action I was giving him, he said, "Got the willies being cooped up in here, huh?" He slid his stethoscope to my stomach. And then, winking at me, he moved the cold instrument on down to my beaver.
I nodded affirmatively and looked him an invitation with my eyes.
"You know what's good and what's bad, don't you?" he questioned. He rubbed my pussy slowly, touching just inside the lips with the edge of his hand as he passed it back and forth. "You know a man worth having when you see him," he stated calmly.
In answer I squeezed his hard dong, which was now standing straight up inside his tight whites.
Winking again, he moved back, straightening his cock so he could walk. He went to the door and closed it. Just as O'Connell had done the night before. "Your name sure fits you Tiger," he told me, as he came back to stand beside the bed.
Methodically, and very practiced, he carefully took a hold of my legs and turned me around, pulling me toward the side of the high bed so that my ass rested on the edge. Then he freed that luscious big dong, tipped with a glistening purplish crown. He stood up against my anxious cunt, and wrapped my legs around his waist so I could lock my feet around his back. OH! Luke baby jammed that hard wonder slowly and gently into my already creamy tiger cat and fucked me with a perfection that had me screaming silently, but for pure joy.
When he had orgasmed until he couldn't stand any longer, he tucked his limp dick back inside those medicinal looking whites. Sighing with contentment, Dr. Luke sat sprattle-legged in Nurse O'Connell's chair and leisurely smoked a cigarette. When he got up to leave, I was almost asleep. He brushed his lips across my forehead. "You are a beautiful female Tiger Cat," he said. "Have a happy life."
I opened my eyes briefly to convey a thank you. Then I drifted off, thinking about what good therapists Nurse O'Connell and Dr. Luke were. Life here was fantastic. Still, I must think ahead. I was beginning to be anxious to get home so I could get back to work.
CHAPTER TEN
PRINCIPAL BANGLES BECOMES TIGER'S PRINCIPLE BANGER
Mom wasn't all that mean when I came home from the hospital. I admit we wouldn't ever make a dress-alike mother, daughter team. But she looked at me with actual concern when she checked me out. She didn't accuse me of taking on those cruddy dimwits who'd tortured me, and I appreciated it.
She did inform me when we got home, that I would have to baby-sit an extra night to help pay five dollars a week toward my hospital bill.
This order struck Margeen's funny bone. She lost her cool and laughed until, surprisingly, Mom got up and smacked her one in the mouth. "What's so funny? I'm not rich you know," Mom reprimanded her.
"Mama, I promise I wasn't laughing at you. The subject of baby-sitting reminded me of a private joke."
"Margeen, you have the strangest sense of humor lately," Mom told her. "Well, I'm in a hurry to go to a meeting. You can tell me your funny, joke tonight while Tiger is babysitting."
It was Tuesday night. I would have to take it easy. But I showed up at the usual rendezvous. Those beautiful people! Brad, Brett, and Lilly all gave me such tender loving care ... all three together.
They laid me on the cot. Down on their knees they rotated around me, each eating, sucking or licking a tit or my puss. When I was lit up like a Christmas tree from the final job Lilly gave me, the B's took turns at fucking me ... straight screwing. No acrobatics tonight.
Our rather bland act didn't seem to stifle Billie too much. He stood in the corner watching and he 'came up a storm' as usual.
Tom, Benny and Gil re-acted in the same manner. They were very gentle for a couple of weeks. My sex colleagues' thoughtfulness overwhelmed me. I offered them all a 'night on the house,' but they all insisted on paying as usual.
Margeen surprised me most of all. The most I could do for her was a finger job ... aided by my Mom's hidden vibrator. (So Mom thought.) Margeen paid me double. Insisting the extra was to help pay Mom what I owed her on my hospital expenses.
Oddly, I felt slighted in only one area. I hoped Jim Black would come to see me, or at least phone. Gil told me that when Jim heard what happened, he went wild with fury, and threatened to hunt down and kill all three of the bastards who'd abducted and tortured me.
But I didn't hear from him. In fact, he graduated mid-year, just before Dr. Luke okayed me for school again. He went away to college without so much as a fair-thee-well. I hid my tears in my pillow and didn't allow myself to think further about him.
After about three weeks there was but a slight red line where my face had been sutured. I was back to normal and ready to hump ... FULL STEAM AHEAD.
Everyone had been so kind to me. I decided it was my turn to treat. I started with Gil. I gave him a fantastic blow-job. His first. I hadn't introduced him to fellatio before. Because of being confined to his garage, we always had quick, plain fucks. Period. Well, QUICK was the word when I lopped him with my tongue. He got so excited he only lasted three or four minutes at the most.
For my next special, I brought Margeen with me to entertain Tom and Benny. She wouldn't screw them. But she treated their stiff ramrods like cherry lollypops which she longed to lick down to the bare stick. Then she invited the boys to watch us while we had an oral picnic eating each other out.
After that scene, the guys were so excited, they banged me with zeal. Both at once. Brett laid on his back sprattle-legged. I sat on his stiff pony sized peg ... leaning down toward his face. Brad got between his legs, and right in tune with his twin, he fucked me in my quivering asshole. Yep. One in the front hole. One in the back.
Margeen sat watching with wide open eyes. At intervals she said, "Oh my goodness!" As our fucking grew wilder, she kept playing with herself so fast that she kept complaining. "Oh help. Oh damn. My fingers are tired and I haven't made myself come yet!"
I had to do some tall thinking about how to treat my Tuesday nighters with a special. I decided to combine a daisy chain and a circus. Lilly, Brad, Brett and I would form the chain. The circus would be a one man voyeur team ... Billie.
With the exception of Billie, I explained to everyone how he would pretend we didn't want him to observe what we were going to do tonight because we thought he might not approve.
Of course he would manage to watch every move somehow, and having to sneak was more exciting for him. After all, this was his bag.
We all put on a good show, convincing an irate Billie he absolutely could not watch at all. He finally stamped away, cussing us royally and threatening to divorce Lilly.
"Now let's give poor Billie a good orgasm," I said. "I've been sort of selfish up to now, wanting to be the center of attention. We aren't strangers. Tonight, it's no holes barred. Let's really have at each other."
"You're the director Tiger," one of the B's said.
Wasting no time, we all stripped.
"Okay, let's spread the blankets from the cot on the floor and all flop down," I said.
We did, and ended up in a line. Brad. Me. Brett. Lilly. "Now close this line into a circle," I directed. "One, two, three ... GO!"
I was on my hands and knees in my favorite position. Brad rammed his hard-on into my already creaming cunt from behind. Brett was on his back and I lopped my mouth over his throbbing dick. Lilly jumped on his face, sitting with her back to Brett, in order to face Brad. Brad started eating her pussy like he thought it was his last meal before the gallows.
Lilly's clothes were piled beside the blanket. Suddenly out of the pocket of her jacket she grabbed a dildo ... fitted it over some fingers and jammed it to Brad.
He yelped and jumped a foot. This was entirely new to him. And Lilly had taken him by surprise. I didn't mind the leap at all, because when he jumped, his excited riveter jammed solidly into me, almost up to my throat.
All of the sexy noises, and the awareness of what good sex deliverance everyone else was getting, drove me wild. I wanted it all. And judging from the groaning and ahhing and wild thrashing, everyone else apparently felt just the way I did.
Brad's fucking me was great. But I wanted everything I could get. I wanted Brett to cornhole me. And Lilly to sneak in and chase him away, so she could eat me to just this side of the third dimension.
"Let's all change partners," I called. Pulling loose from Brad, I switched over to wiggle up under Lilly's fast working mouth.
I don't know what everyone else was doing at this point. Because Lilly instantly started sucking my clit, gently biting a particular area of my tiny ever-sensitive honey-bird, that only she could find every time. My eyes were squeezed tight shut, as I wiggled and moaned with passion.
Someone was milking my tits expertly. And someone was leaning over my head with his cock stuffed in my mouth so deep I almost bit it off with yelps ... when that Lilly made me COME A RIVER.
I do know one of the B's rammed a determined dick up Lilly's ass while she was bent over, her head buried in my wet, throbbing love castle.
She wiggled and twitched like a wooly worm to get away from that poker. But the hard prick that was in her had a mind of its own. She couldn't get away.
I dug her predicament. The more she fought to get loose, the more thrills she gave me, for she didn't come up for air, but lapped her tongue further and further into my sensitive pussy.
At this point, Billie, who we knew had had a more than ample peakhole all the while, came rushing into the room yelling excitedly. "That's it. Get it in her boy," Billie sang out. "Ram that stick right in her stubborn hole. Teach her what cock is boy. Yipee! This I gotta see!"
I opened my eyes at this turn of events and saw Billie leaning over Lilly and Brett, who was serving as her ramming rod. Billie had that big dong out of his pants, cupped by his hand, as usual.
Lilly was groaning in ecstasy. She had crossed over the line. She'd completely forgotten she didn't want to be fucked by a male prick. She'd broken her own barriers.
"Maybe Billie could be initiated too," I decided. Pulling away from Lilly's good tongue, I crawled over to Billie who didn't even see me. He was too busy watching his wife's punctured ass.
I grabbed Billie's hand away and lopped onto that huge all day sucker and went up and down as fast, and as far in my mouth as I could take it. I used my lips for the up and down motion, and gave him a firm tonguing on the underneath side of the shaft at the same time. That big daddy leaped for joy inside my mouth with such a jolt, I bit my lip.
Billie-boy came with a rush. He must've poured a bucket of hot juice. Then, all pooped he sat down on the floor and said, "Well, I'll be goddamn. That was sure nice of you Tiger. Now Lilly, you get up from there. We're going heme. We have some personal business to tend to."
We all roared with laughter. But only for a split second. From the doorway of the little furnace room, the unmistakenable voice of our dearly beloved principal boomed. "None of you are going anyplace for the next few minutes. Now put your clothes on."
Now, under normal circumstances Mr. Bangles is not that frightening. I mean he isn't eight feet tall, and he didn't have a gun or anything. As I looked at my partners, I didn't see one hard cock left standing. Talk about sticking a pin a balloon! We all fizzled but fast.
We dressed in record time. Billie had the advantage here. All he had to do was tuck junior back into his pants and zip up.
If the B's got each others clothes, it didn't matter much. They dressed identically anyway.
But Lilly and I were something else. She got my new blue faded flairs, so I ended up with her levi's. Lilly was a head taller than me. The full legs of my short flairs flopped around the calves of her long legs, and I was stumbling on a foot of extra pantleg.
Mr. Bangles stood in front of us, his hands in his pockets, like he thought he was on the podium behind the mike. He gazed at us like we were naughty children who wouldn't continue to dress if he looked away. He waited until we were all finished, and standing there like speechless dunces. Then he cleared his throat and made his speech.
"I will decide tomorrow just what measures I shall take in regards to this ... deplorable act. Do not think for one minute you will be let off lightly. I have nothing more to say to any of you at this point. With the exception of one thing. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN!" he roared. "NOW OUT!"
And out we got. As fast as we could trot.
Needless to say I didn't sleep all night. Damn it! Every time I thought I was getting ahead, someone lowered the boom. First Norma the spy. Then Margeen the thief. Then my hospitalization. Now Mr. Bangles would put on the final squeeze. If he reported our 'circus' to the authorities, Mom would be told. And I would be dead! And so would the others. Billie and Lilly most of all; because he would be out of a job.
By morning I had decided it would be better to approach Mr. Bangles before he jumped me. So, telling myself anyone who'd survived being tied up to be roasted alive, could surely face a high school principal, I went to school early.
I was admitted in to see him right away.
"Please let the others off," I said. "I'm the ring leader. They aren't bad people at all ... and we didn't hurt anyone."
I had never paid much attention before. Mr. Bangles was about the age my daddy would be if he were alive. And he was a very good looking man. Very blue eyes and silvery gray hair ... still thick and wavy. He had numerous crinkle lines about his eyes, and a wide, sensuous mouth.
"A very interesting speech Tiger," Mr. Bangles said. He was sitting at his desk fooling with some papers. "But of course you know what action I must take. You will no doubt be made a ward of the court. Billie will be fired ... to say the least. Those twins...."
"Sir. No one knows you saw us. Such a scandal would ruin you as much as any of us."
"Yes. I know," he interrupted me as I had him. "What do you suggest I do?"
"I know it is expecting a great deal. But if I promise it will never happen again if you let the others go, you can punish me anyway you want."
"Billie would have to leave the school," Mr. Bangles insisted.
He was hedging. I could see he didn't want one hint of this to leak out. I felt braver.
"Couldn't he be transferred? Billie and his wife have just gotten together."
"I noticed as much last night," he said. And I saw a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, I could arrange that if...."
"If what sir?" I asked hopefully.
"Sit down Tiger," Mr. Bangles finally invited, nodding at a leather chair in front of his desk.
Instead of being seated, I went around the desk and sat on Mr. Bangles lap. Astraddle him, like I sat on Daddy's lap when I was a little girl. After all, why not gamble? He couldn't get me into anymore trouble than I was already in.
But Mr. Bangles didn't want to get anyone into trouble. His cock transmitted this message to me right away. He just needed tender loving care himself. When I scooted my warm furry nest up against his crotch, his dong started dinging. It made little jumping movements as it hardened.
"I'll give up my Tuesday night gang for you," I whispered in his ear. I held his head gently between my hands.
"Would you go down on me like you did Billie?" he asked huskily. He was feeling my boobs up with one hand, and running his hand through my long hair with the other hand. Slowly, easily, at first, we began to rock slowly.
I was as confused as Mr. Bangles. What fond memories he awakened in me. I felt warm, warmly nostalgic, and hot and horny as hell at the same time.
I reached down to unzip his fly, but he stopped me. "Just a moment," he said. He dislodged me from his lap and went to lock the office door.
I quickly stepped out of my bikini pants and scooted up on the edge of the big desk. Then, when he came back to me, I laid back on the desk from the butt up, and let my legs dangle free. Looking him directly in the eye, I winked at him and spread my legs in welcome.
I knew from this position he had a close up view of my pink love castle as it peaked from it's black curly cape. It didn't take him but about three long steps to get to me. Dropping his pants, he took out his lovely father worm, and put it to bed in the hole that would become that little bugger's home for the next few months.
As I promised, I gave up my Tuesday night buddies. Daddie, as I called Mr. Bangles, took their place. Billie was transferred to another school. Our new janitor never once saw me slip in Daddie's office each Tuesday night.
Daddie was a new kind of fuck to me. He was no slouch at screwing. He could last as long as most of the younger ones. Except Jim. (Would I never find anyone to compare to Jim?) The thing was, I found myself a trifle subdued with his father figure. Though I did most certainly get my rocks off with him.
My hanging daddie always listened to my troubles too. He was the first person in whom I had confided since Daddy. He agreed from the first to pay. me the twenty bucks I had been collecting from my gang once a week. And when I told him I had to help pay Mom for my hospital bill, he sent the balance of the bill to the hospital 'anonymously.'
For that good deed, I walked into the office before school the following morning. I went straight over to my daddie, where he was talking on the phone to the president of the school board. I unzipped his very fashionable pants, took little Daddie out, and slurped him up.
Mr. Bangles had definitely never been slurped before. He went ape. He made some funny noises into the phone and then gave up and dropped the instrument altogether. I reached over and hung it up for him. After all, I wasn't giving the school board any free sex sounds by which to jerk off. Then I went right on with my business, licking round and round the tip of that dong that was quickly going bananas.
"Oh my God, Tiger! I can't stand it. Oh! You can't imagine how that feels. Oh, you are such a good little girl ... Oh ... eh ... I'm going too ... eh ... ejaculate! Goddddd! Thank you," he said.
"It's all right Daddie," I said, kissing him on the forehead with my soaking wet mouth. I want you to have a good sex life. You're the nearest thing to my own daddy I've ever had."
Mr. Bangles looked at me with a very startled expression on his face. He fumbled to hide his little joy stick back into it's hiding place before I opened the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CAUGHT IN A PUSSY TRAP
To whom does one go to have the crazy quirks in one's life analyzed? A fortune teller? An astrologist? For me it always seems to be that someone is shutting a door, and then fucking me. Or, closed doors or not, I keep getting caught in the middle of my sex games.
This time I was at home in my own bed ... not with a male ... but with my very own sister. And I wasn't doing much at all myself. I was flat out in bed, thoroughly wrapped up in the throes of passion, sort of floating on a cloud and no longer aware of earthly creatures. Because Margeen was having at me like the wild witch from the North.
She'd become more and more of a butch. She wanted to run things. To be the one to give me all of the good treats. And that was exactly how I liked it!
Little sister constantly had Mom's vibrator and dildo after me. To say nothing of her so like Lilly's tongue. The more I writhed and moaned with enjoyment, the faster and more frantic Margeen became in her administrations to my 'bod.' We were at the point where Margeen had thrown her paraphernalia aside and laid on top of me to press her sizzling hot pussy against mine. We both spread our legs wide so our clits could touch. Then we rocked up a storm that would put hurricane Hilda to shame.
We were jacking each other off at about twenty miles an hour, almost ready to explode together in a burst of come that couldn't be described, when Mom burst in. She flicked on the light switch the second she opened the door.
We were caught bare assed, right in the middle of a violent rocking.
Scared nearly frigid, I automatically started to throw Margeen off so I could run for my life. But Margeen hung on and rocked merrily away. She came all over me ... with about a gallon of hot juicy liquid just as if Mom didn't exist at all.
The already sex wrought state I was in. That warm juice spilling into my hot cunt. And being caught by Mom all worked on me. And even though it might be my last, I came too. With a screech of pleasure!
"So this is why you haven't been coming into my bed," Mom said.
I sat up and looked from her to Margeen in awe. Because she sure as hell hadn't been addressing me. Of course! I should have known. Mom and Margeen had always made love to each other. There had been enough hints. I had been blind.
"I should have known better than to leave my baby in the house with this wicked bitch," she whined. Coming to the bed, she took Margeen in her arms. Then she turned to glare at me. "You bitch. First you took my husband. Now my daughter. Get out. You can no longer live in my house."
Actually she was reasonably calm in her dismissal of me. She didn't hit me, or yell. Just growled through clinched teeth.
I was totally unprepared for such a turn of events. "I ... I don't know where to go. I don't have any money. And I'm not of age. You know I won't be eighteen until August."
"You've been eighteen since last August. It was your father's idea. We had to get married, and we lied about your age when we moved here. That's why there was no intensive juvenile investigation when those devils worked you over. I told them while you were still ill, we had decided not to prefer charges, and you couldn't identify the men, even should they be caught."
"As for the money, I will give you enough to give you a good start. Your father left you a thousand dollars in my trust. Just go. GET! You cannot have Margeen."
With this speech she left the room. In a few minutes she brought me ten one hundred dollar bills. Then she closed herself in her room and didn't come out again until I left.
I took only two suitcases, the thousand plus three hundred and fifty I had saved. Two hours later my taxi drove up in front of the house, and half an hour later I was on a plane headed for Long Beach, California.
Margeen had promised to tell everyone good-bye for me, and to explain why I left so suddenly. And I told her if she would stop blubbering, when she graduated, she could come live with me.
My decision as to my destination was rushed to say the least. I chose Long Beach because there were always sailors galore. Judging by the stories I'd heard, I figured sailor boys would put out the bread easy enough after they had been stuck in the middle of the ocean without my pussy for a few months.
I had to get settled and get a business going fast. One thousand three hundred and fifty dollars wasn't to be sneezed at. On the other hand, as the total base of setting up a business and living quarters, and to keep going until I was bringing in steady money, it wasn't a gold mine. And I wouldn't go back home. Not if the meat dropped off my bones and my tits shriveled.
I found a nice furnished apartment with a very large bedroom. I re-decorated as best I could on the funds I had. This was to be my DOLL HOUSE. The setting for the DOLL ... me. I was going to make men sit straight up on the tip end of their fucking tools and purr. So the place in which I would fuck, as well as myself, had to look right.
The basic furniture was okay. And the beige carpeting and white drapes were fine. In the living room I added dark and light blue pillows and a bouquet of flowers, all with a touch of lime green here and there.
I put one large painting of the same tones above the sofa, and many tiny framed prints together on a paneled wall. I bought one large, man-sized reclining chair and footstool. I achieved a cool and soothing homey effect.
The kitchen I made zany with huge orange and yellow flowers made of reed. I put up a small wine rack. On the cabinets I put a yellow plastic blender in which to make drinks.
My bedroom was a masterpiece. I splurged on gold streaked glass squares which I found in a discount store. And made the wall at the foot of the bed into a mirror.
I bought a leopard skin bedspread and pillow covers. I draped the window wall with heavy white satin drapes from ceiling to floor.
Along one wall I put a stereo. At the foot of the bed I put a glass topped gold leaf coffee table on which I kept a matching cocktail mixer and glasses. And a miniature bronze coffee and tea set.
I worked three days. I had two hundred and twenty-five dollars left in my purse. But I didn't worry. I had my first real version of my jungle castle and this hot to trot Tiger pussy was READY, WILLING, AND ABLE.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SCREWING UP A LIVING
My first customer was a young sailor I met at the cafeteria around the corner from my apartment. He was sitting alone at a table for four. The Beehive Cafeteria was very crowded because it was noon. So I asked if I could share his table.
Rather slight and baby faced, this sailor looked too young to be in the service. Maybe his short haircut made him more youthful. And now that I knew I was a year older than I'd thought, I felt almost old enough to be his mother.
Anyway, we made small talk for a while. I didn't want to blurt right out and get to be known as available to just anyone. I played it cool. But sailorboy was extremely bashful. I finally ask him if he would like to come up to my place for a while.
Red in the face, he stammered yes. I had to make all of the moves. He never would have asked for pussy. He'd never had any! He finally admitted this after I got him into my bed, gave him a hand job and then eased him over on top of me and put his pipe in my pussy for him.
When he got the hang of the screw game, he pumped violently for a couple of minutes. Then he came. And did he! He was beside himself. I knew it was an exceptional experience for him. So I petted him for a while before I helped him put his limp jobber back into his tight bell bottoms. I told him I needed twenty-five dollars for the job. And sent him on his way.
I was very disappointed in this initiation for my doll house. I'd dreamed of a second Jim being my first fuck. And naturally I planned dozens like him standing in line. Instead of a Jim, I got an unexciting, non-producing cherry. I ended up getting out my brand new vibrator and doing a job on myself to ease the frustrations the sailor instilled in my half-sere wed pussy.
Soon I had a steady stream of hard cocks banging at my door. Not too many, because I remained very selective. But I had enough to make a fair living. And did I run into some strange ones! A father I met in the Laundromat brought me his 'bashful' seventeen-year-old step-son.
Junior wasn't quite so bashful as Papa thought. He enjoyed explaining to me why he didn't want to soak his cock in my cunt. He didn't dick girls, because he was much more fond of dicking boys. He paid me the twenty-five dollars Papa gave him, so it was no loss to me.
I got up a threesome for once a month. Two married men, Stef and Ron. They were buddies who both loved to watch a good fuck, then jump in and take over the red hot nest of sex. They always argued over who was going to screw me first; each wanting the other to take the lead.
The first few dual visits Stef and Ron made, they stuck to their usual habit ... watching each other have his turn at screwing me. But I soon changed this. When I have two dicks available simultaneously, I want to get a good double fuck. I mean, after all, what a waste. Taking turns amounts to taking one cock. That's not actually any different than having just one man.
About my fourth session with these good buddies I changed our dull routine. Stef was on his back on a big white fur rug I had in the middle of the living room floor. And I was sitting on him, hooked to him good and hard with the ample dick he had poked up my over-anxious pussy.
To draw Ron's attention I kept raising my ass high in the air, pulling all the way off that luscious rod which stood pointing about nine inches straight up at me. Then I jumped back down on it with a fast, even tempered thrust that drove that cock, wet from my juicy wild pussy, all the way to my navel.
"Fuck it, fuck it," Stef kept puffing out as I landed back on that goodie over and over again. "Fuck my cock baby. It's going to spew all over you because it loves your talented cunt so much.
Wow, are you a tigerpuss."
"I could screw ten men at once if I had enough holes," I answered Stef, never missing my beat.
I looked up at Ron and suggestively licked my lips and motioned for him to come closer, with a slight jerk of my head.
Our fucking had really turned Ron on. He moved forward like a puppet on a string. Already naked, waiting his turn, he stooped at the back of Stef's head and with a bigger than ever lunge I plopped down on my hard working prick. Lying flat against Stef's body, I rocked slowly back and forth.
As I rocked toward Ron, I lopped onto his very ready lollypop and with each rock on Stef's cock, I moved forward just enough to jam Ron's jumping live tool as far in my mouth as it would go, before the backward rock would take me away again.
When I had them both going at full blast and neither one was any longer willing to take turns, I stopped everything. I slid my mouth off Ron's now almost fluorescent purple crowned cock and pulled high in the air again, releasing Stef's big prick from my pussy so fast it sounded like I'd opened a bottle of champagne.
Then I quickly moved onto my hands and knees on the rug next to Stef. I positioned my ass in the air like a bitch in heat ... which let's face it ... I was. I scooted onto Ron's cock which was still standing ready from where he was positioned on his knees at the top of the rug. And as I quickly devoured Ron's cock with my steaming hot cunt, I breathlessly called for Stef to plug up my other end.
We did a threesome so in tune we had a regular concert going. I couldn't tell one cock from another. There is nothing so great as two cocks at once. I felt just like one big enormous, wet, hot, hard wonderful cock had taken over my entire being ... that a cock was me. And then I passed out from too much of an absolutely wonderful orgasm to take.
Stef's hobby, other than voyeur-fucker, was BBQing. I had a small hibachi on my patio, and he usually fixed us steaks or hamburgers while we sat around nude drinking wine coolers, following our fucking sessions.
My-relationship with Stef and Ron was the closest thing to a real friendship I had found since I set up shop. But it didn't last very long. Stef's wife followed him to my apartment one day. Naturally her next move was tattling to Ron's wife.
Both fellows told me they would be around again as soon as things quieted down on the home front. But I didn't want anymore Norma type deals. So I kissed them off my list for good.
Was I homesick. My friends had always been very dear to me ... never just prick or cunt. I wrote a long letter to everyone at home, and asked them all to please write me.
When I caught myself getting despondent, I would go out shopping for another man. Fuck shopping. I didn't want just a string of quick 'rabbit jump' customers. I wanted friends too. And a real lover. That is if Mr. Right would ever come along.
I didn't stumble across a Mr. Right as far as love goes. But I ran into two Mr. Rights as far as plain ol' humping sex goes.
Two sailors' buddies phoned me for an appointment one weekend. They'd gotten my number from Rich Matthews, a very reliable regular I took care of every time he was in port. So I told them to come over at nine that evening when I would have a free hour.
Jay was tall and slim. His cock was stumpy, but very big around. Cliff was short and solid, with a thick barrel chest and a long slim cock, which, with a hard-on, filled out beautifully.
Nope. These sailor boys certainly didn't resemble each other in any fashion. But nevertheless, they reminded me of my twins, Brett and Brad. Because when it came to fucking, or sucking, they were a perfect example of a Siamese job.
My white fur rug frequently came in handy. I never once made it to the bedroom with Cliff and Jay. "Okay you guys, you wanted your appointments together, so I take it you want a threesome." I disrobed and lay back on the rug.
"Right," they said in perfect harmony.
These characters were a real charge. I thought I would die laughing and never be able to settle down to serious business. When they were both stripped down to their nice smooth muscley birthday suits they stood before each other, their arms folded. Then, like on cue, they each reached out, took a hold of the others' dick and shook it up and down very solemnly. Like they were gentlemen shaking hands. Then they laughed and both said in harmony again, "may we be lucky enough to COME together."
Then Cliff said, "After you," and Jay moved forward, climbing on me first. He poked his hard round dick, bigger than an old-fashioned doorknob in my eager pussy. These guys were going to be something special, and my experienced little cuntie sensed it and tingled in anticipation.
Cliff got behind Jay and much to my amazement, instead of buggering me, he rammed his longer rod right into my pussy behind his buddy's knob.
A cock in each end is something to remember. I mean you feel like you've got cock coming out your ears. But two at once in one pussy is a trip all in it's own. "All in it's own." I just formed a perfect cliche. It's like what one would imagine getting fucked by an elephant would be like.
I had to bite and chew on my fingers to keep from yelling out so loud my landlord would be sure to evict me.
I was quite upset when these two shipped out a few weeks later for a six months' cruise.
Yet, until I thrashed it out in my own mind I didn't miss the Siamese fuck as much as I thought I would. I decided it was because though they were fantastic pricks together ... singly they wouldn't be anything to write home about.
And also, because a fuck is all they were. Never did either one of them kiss me, or make even the slightest show of compassion.
And I was hungry for love. For warmth and togetherness. For the completeness I'd felt with Jim ... though I hadn't admitted it then.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ALL MAMA'S CHILDREN LOVE SEX
A close association was not what I got next. I ran into sort of a mother-child syndrome for a while. A double dose of it in fact.
First, I had Molly and her darling daughter Babikins. Babikins was a darling all right ... if girls turn you on. She reminded me of my sister Margeen.
Babikins had long silky blonde hair. And on her pussy she also had silky blonde hair. Very little. You had to look twice, or see it glimmer in the light, or else feel it, to be sure.
But inside that naked V was a real hot box of yearning. Tongue yearning.
Babikins didn't like boys. When she was ten, a dirty old man grabbed her one night on her way home from a birthday party and gave it to her in the mouth. Consequently she 'hated smelly pricks.'
Babikins, now nineteen, who had a close relationship with her mother Molly, told her how terribly she hated cocks, but how desperately she constantly yearned to get her rocks off.
Molly, who had a guilty conscience over letting Babikins walk home from the birthday party, even though it had been only four houses away and barely dusk, promised to satiate Babikins to her dying day.
And Molly did do a wonderful job. I watched. I heard. I participated.
The hitch was; Molly liked to get her rocks off too. And because she gave Babikins all of her attention, Molly's husband had divorced her. Yes, Molly took expert tongued, lovely care of her daughter. But Babikins refused to reciprocate. In other words, Babikins wouldn't put her virgin tongue to Mama's old cunt.
She would suck her Mama's titties until I expected to see her give milk any second, but she left Mama's cunty crying (to be had.
Daddy, when he left them, graciously left plenty of bread behind. Molly and Babikins, both of whom I met in a high class boutique in Beverly Hills when I went on a bus tour, offered me four times my usual fee if I would come to their home once a week and service Molly, as she ate out Babikins.
I agreed. Why not. For a woman, Molly wasn't bad. She was in fact a very good looking big knockered female of thirty-eight years.
So she had a thing for her daughter. It didn't bother me. She was immaculately clean, could be trusted not to blab, and had the money I needed. I wasn't any psychiatrist. I was a sexpot. Spelled SEX.
I did refuse to go to Beverly Hills though. I knew Molly wasn't likely to bring me any extra customers. The main thing she insisted on was that none of us even HINT of our relationship. So I told her I didn't have time to waste riding buses, and I didn't have a car. Molly and Babikins came to me.
COME TO ME. COME TO ME. COME TO MAMA DO ... I remember my daddy playing a record with those words and when I saw Molly and Babikins at my door, it always ran through my head.
They sure did come to me all right. COME with capital letters. On Monday and Friday afternoons. We closed ourselves in my bedroom and I always took the phone off the hook.
I'd never had a female threesome. But it was the same as any other sex session. Just do what comes naturally.
Sometimes I don't know how we got untangled. We did it all. With the one exception. Molly could get so hot her cunt threw off steam ... but Babikins would not put her fire out.
So, for the most part, while Mama ate baby, I ate Mama, and baby ate me. And for variety, I taught them to use dildos on each other. Babikins didn't bulk at this artificial means of a man's pecker. And Mama was juicy come all over herself at getting cock again, fake though it was.
These rounds made me come all right. But I'm for real live cock myself, and plenty of it. I always made sure I had a good dependable dick's appointment follow this female threesome.
Molly said not to tell a word about our tete a tete. Maybe she just 'confided' to her best friend ... sort of hinted around the edges ... and gave out my phone number.
At any rate, I soon had a friend of Molly's as a new customer. Sort of. Actually I never came in a hands length of Mrs. Winters except when she handed me my pay. She hired me by phone, to take care of her son who was pining away for 'his dead lover.'
"I will admit," Mrs. Winters told me, when she discreetly confided in me, "that my son fell in love with my maid. Oh, she wasn't a bad sort at all. I wouldn't have let Jakiepoo have anything to do with a ... well, a common slut who might give him some disease. (Molly tells me you are very careful and particular.) Joanna was a nice girl. Quite fat, chubby I should say, but she had a very sweet face. And she was very good to my son. Now that she's gone, he sits in a corner and sulks."
"Why did she die . so young?" I inquired nervously. Because, if she said Joanna was killed in a jealous rage by an irate husband who didn't go for her fucking the boss's son, or that Jakiepoo did it, I wasn't having any part of Jakiepoo.
"The poor girl went to the hospital to visit her sick mother, and tripped and fell under the wheel of a bus."
I shuddered and asked no more.
"There is just one problem," I said. I live in Long Beach, and your son is in Beverly Hills. I doubt if he will want to come all the way to my apartment if he is brooding over his ... lover's death. And I can not travel such distances. I lose out on other customers if I am gone for any length of time."
"Oh, no problem. I prefer to bring Jake to you. He won't have anything to say about the matter. I will simply get him into the car and drive him to your place. Once he is there, I am sure you can persuade the poor boy to forget his heartbreak. For ... shall we say four times whatever your normal fee is?"
"Right on," I said.
I will admit an agreement is an agreement. And I did agree to take care of Jake. Mrs. Winters did put me on though. She called Jakiepoo her son. She treated him like a spoiled brat only child type. And probably no doubt had him in her will.
But I almost fainted when I first laid eyes on Jakiepoo. He could have only been Mrs. Winters' son by adoption ... or whatever. Jakiepoo was an enormous type dog. The breed escapes me still.
At first I said no. A flat out, uncertified NO. I'm not screwing any dog. Especially not that monster! At which point Mrs. Winters started babbling something about his cock being no larger than any ordinary man's.
I was on my white rug when Mrs. Winters came. I'd been taking a nap ... for which I certainly don't dress. And actually, I'd set up this scene purposely. When she knocked, I knew who it was because of the time. I'd also purposely left the door unlocked. I figured if Jakiepoo, her distraught son, needed coaxing, I would have jumped the gun a little.
I quickly sat up when Mrs. Winters and her 'son' entered. And just as quickly began my 'No!'
Just as quickly Mrs. Winters flopped in the nearest chair and began crying. Wailing, actually.
Jakiepoo had been faking his mama about being in love only with Joanna. He was sulking because when she went to the great beyond, or wherever, she took her nice wet pussy hole with her.
Right while I was vehemently spouting NO at Mrs. Winters, Jakiepoo walked straight up to me and put his paws between my feet, which were about a foot apart, and nudged them further apart.
Momentarily upset with the weeping woman, I wasn't paying any attention to the dog. Standing between my legs he lowered his head to my pussy and whimpered sadly.
"He likes your cuntie," Mrs. Winters told me, wiping her eyes with a fancy handkerchief. I knew he would from Molly's description of you. She was right. You look juicy and ripe. I can see in there, the way you are sitting. You have a nice pink clitoris. Jakiepoo just adores young pink clits."
"Oh crap lady. Take your dog ... your son ... and go home."
I was wiggling as I talked. Trying to escape. That damned dog already had his long red tongue darting in and out of my pussy. To tell the truth, I really didn't know if I was wiggling to get away, or if I was wiggling out of sheer delighted ecstasy.
I mean don't knock it until you try it. That tongue was a yard long, and as expert as a French whore. I didn't like the idea of letting a dog eat me out. But I sure had to admit I liked the delightful feeling that resulted from it.
Man, it was a trip! Who needs dope? Sex will take you to the far beyond. I think I moaned between the 'NO'S.' And with every 'no' jerk, I gave a 'yes' wiggle. I couldn't help it. It's just like with a guy. Once he starts fucking and gets to a certain point, he's not about to stop until he gets his rocks off.
I felt like I was floating on air. I didn't have any strength at all. At first I had been propped up on my elbows and they just gave way like deflated rubber, and I fell back on the rug.
I did keep saying no. Honest. But Jakiepoo didn't speak my language. When I fell back, he moved up closer and buried that long tongue deeper.
"Oh God Lady, get him out of here! He's ... he's ... OWWWOWW."
"You will love it honey," Mrs. Winters kept telling me from her chair. I looked up at her, and damn her. She had a whole handful of fingers up her cunt.
I didn't try to talk anymore. I couldn't. I was wild. I wanted a cock. I wanted a cock to fill that tongue teased hole so bad ... now I was the one who was crying.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I would faint! I would die! I was absolutely hysterical with passion. With a lunge I rolled over on my stomach to get away from that unbelievably talented tongue.
As I landed on my hands and knees, that tricky-dick dog humped me so fast I didn't even have time to gasp.
It all happened so quickly. I could feel 'Sonny's' huge powerful tool trembling with hot eagerness, as he slowly and gently, yet wildly thrust his stiff shaft into my already madly throbbing pussy. That tonguing was more than I could bare. And after all, Sonny was actually raping me.
Almost crazed with a combined fear, and shame, wild excitement and uncontrollable sex passion, I tried to crawl away. But I couldn't get loose from the big wild pushing and thrusting pole.
I could feel an orgasm like a Fourth of July celebration coming on. Fast, fast, faster, that horny dog humped me. Until the end I cried "NO. NO. NO! OWWWWWIIIIIEEEEE!"
I rolled over on the floor on my back, so blind with the after-sensations of a rocking roaring come, I couldn't hold my eyes open. Jakiepoo was lying contentedly on my rug wagging his tail ... thank. you ... thank you ... it said.
Mrs. Winters was standing over us. "Now my son will be happy again," she cried ... sort of moaned actually. And I'll be damned if she didn't sprattle her legs over Jakiepoo and let her juice pour on his back.
Then he turned his head and licked it off. Lopped it in a couple of swipes.
Then, like she was paying for groceries in a supermarket, she went back to the chair for her purse and said: "Now dear, how much will that be? I promised you four times the normal fee. What is the normal fee?"
"Well damn you, you sneaky bitch," I thought to myself. 'My son!' And I doubled my fee first, before I told her how much ... then smuggly let her multiply and pay up. After all ... I had been raped by a dog.
The tale of Jakiepoo's cock was one of those incidents I would put away in my own 'skeleton closet.' But I would take it out now and then in my own mind. Unbelievable! Wild! But no more!
I still wanted a lover. Not a fucking pet.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LONELINESS DOESN'T FILL THE HOLE
One night when I was particularly lonely, Lynn, the Butcher at the market where I bought my groceries, phoned me. We had talked frequently from our first meeting. I had given him my phone number. But there was something about Lynn that made me hesitate to allow him into my doll house, so I usually told him I was already tied up.
He was very clean, brawny and tough, with a beautiful California tan. Lynn constantly told me, in very descriptive words what a fantastic cock he had. "You wouldn't charge me baby. You would pay me, once you got a taste of Horsie."
"Who is that?" I asked.
"My whopping big, ever-hard love joint of course. And baby, this man's cock is backed up by the best set of balls a bouncing. All of my gal friends in school used to call him Horsie," he said, patting the growing protrusion under his apron.
Maybe he was all brag and bluster. Lynn reminded me of Billie. So, I didn't buy his story. Or not until this one night anyway. I was alone and hating it, when Lynn phoned me. I told him I wasn't playing any freebee games, but if he had his twenty-five bucks in hand at the door, he could come in.
"Okay, my little honey pot of come. I'll give you your bucks. After I've finished a job on you; you can offer it back or not. You be the judge."
I was as horny as a ten peckered kangaroo. If he was that sure of himself, I would try his fucking tool.
Lynn was right to a point. He could fuck. I mean a steady fast, hard, bang of ramming that cock home until I thought I would have to scream uncle. He never slowed down, never varied. Didn't even change positions. Just rammed and bammed and rammed and bammed on and on. Endlessly. Until I almost fainted with a combination of exhaustion and lots of gallons of come juice.
So he was a good fuck. Especially when one was as unsatisfied as I had been lately. But he wasn't that exceptional. Sure he could fuck to one tune. Ram, bam, ram. But he couldn't make music. He couldn't turn his screwing into a symphony orchestra. Lynn could only fuck. He couldn't make love.
"Well, pussy, how about it?" he said, rolling off me. "Am I good, or am I superior."
"You bang all right," I said. I laughed agreeably, so I wouldn't seem impolite. Yet he asked for an honest answer.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded. He was instantly red in the face. In fact, his neck muscles and tendons were flexing with anger, and standing out in his neck like stiff cords. "I'm the best and you know it. You're just saying that to collect your bucks."
"The deal is, you pay no matter who is best. I'm not having a contest with you. I told you on the phone you were to pay me at the door. And I should have remembered to hold you to it," I told him angrily. "My game is straight cash."
"I'll show you my game," he said. He yanked a big thick belt out of his pants with a silver buckle half as big around as my head. "What you want, what you need real bad, is to be whipped within an inch of your life."
Now I was scared. But I tried not to show it. "Don't be funny Lynn. We fucked. Now it's time for you to go home. If you're so uptight about your money, keep it. And don't ever come back."
"Why you smug little cunt. I'll give you something to remember me by," he said. Then, quick as a streak of lightning, he brought that belt down so hard across my back I fainted dead away.
The horrid cutting pain was still there when I woke. Apparently the belt hit me flat. I was amazed I wasn't cut. But the welt was like a wide thick red ribbon all across my back. And it remained bad for days after.
Until the red welt, which eventually turned black and blue, finally went away, I didn't go out of my apartment, or keep any appointments.
Damn that perverted creep. He knew I couldn't have him arrested without getting into trouble myself, all the way up to the gazongas. Well, I would give him a dose of his own medicine.
I went to a department store and bought the heaviest leather belt I could find. I wrapped it around my hand, carrying my jacket to conceal it. I went to the market where Lynn worked. I marched straight into the back room where he was cutting meat. Before that bastard could get away, or before his co-worker pulled me off of Lynn, I got in some damned good licks. Right across his face and shoulders.
But wouldn't you know it? He loved it. He danced around, but didn't attempt to get out of my way. After a few good belts, that son-of-a-bastard squatted. He held his hands against his dick and said, "OOOOWWWWWWW!"
All his helper said was, "Jesus Christ!" But he still held me at arms length. I threw Lynn the belt and said, "Here's your present. Use it on yourself, pervert."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
COCK IS JIM JIM IS COCK
After that bad scene I went home all discombobulated again. I wanted the nice friendly fun romps I'd been spoiled with for so many years. In fact, to be perfectly truthful, I wanted a cock just like good old Jim's.
Thinking of Jim seemed to work like magic. Shortly after my encounter with Lynn, I was lying across my leopard skin bedspread when my doorbell rang.
I threw on the pink jersey mini I'd just taken off, and went slowly to the door. First I looked through the peekhole. What if it was Lynn, wanting me to beat him some more?"
But it was a sailor. He looked very familiar, and yet it was no sailor I'd romped with recently.
Heck, maybe he wanted to borrow a cup of sugar ... or a friend sent him. If I didn't want to lay him, I didn't have to. But I wanted company. So I turned on the outside light so I could see him better, and opened the door.
There stood Jim. Jim Black. My own dear Jim. No wonder he had looked familiar even in the semi-darkness. "Jim!" I just stood there and creamed my ... well not my pants ... I didn't have any on. "Jim. Jim," I cried, hugging him. "You're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. What are you doing in the Navy?"
"Hey, can the questions and ask me in, Tiger puss. I flew all the way to California from home just to see you. And do you look good enough to eat."
"Do you mean that literally ... or physically?" I teased, leading him to the sofa.
"Both," he answered, laughing happily. "You're my same old Tiger puss, I see." Jim looked at me longingly. And I almost melted.
"Come sit on my lap, Tiger. And keep your greedy little hands, mouth and pussy off my cock until I tell you something very important."
"I will give you ten minutes to talk. Then I'm going to devour you," I said, still teasing. I sat on his lap. Jim kissed me then. A beautiful, wonderful long kiss of love, that ate me, and drank me into his being.
"I love you Tiger girl. I always have. I haven't been satisfied without you one goddamn day in my life. Not since the first night I laid you. Nothing's been right. I went away to college. Then I joined the Navy. I've anchored my cock in every port. But I've never found me a Tiger girl to replace you. No way! I went through fifty girls or so, starting with Norma. There's only 'one pussycat for me. And that's your cunt Tiger girl. Do you think you could settle down to one cock?"
(Here my mind slipped briefly back to my closet of secrets. I'd had a variety all right ... even Jakiepoo.)
"In all fairness Jim, I don't know. I have constantly realized no one ever compared to you. Three fucks at a time didn't make it. Not next to you. But I've had a variety of dicks for so long. And I enjoy making money for fucking. It's my bag. Truthfully, it's a habit I don't think I could break," I told him sincerely.
"What about love Tiger?"
"I don't want to end up like my lonely daddy. I want love. And lately, now that I've been away from all of my good friends and especially you, I've realized how much I want love, Jim.
"I can tell you one thing I am positive of. I've had some fantastic balling sessions. I've been eaten out by the best. Gals, not men. Still, come to think of it," I told him ... as a thrill at what I was remembering surged through me, "you're the best guy at clit licking alive today."
"Stop squirming hot pants," he told me.
And squirming I was. Just talking about screwing turned me on. Jim! Jim! The best lover I'd ever had. Jim, a piece of home, was here beside me.
"Lay that down before it bursts out of your pants," I said. I patted his dong, which was trying to stand straight up through his whites. It was wagging at me like an eager tail trying to break out of confinement. "You calm that gorgeous cock down, and I will stop squirming."
"I want you too baby. Right now!" Jim said emotionally. He kissed me again. A heavenly soul tapping kiss that was as good as fucking, because it emitted a deep well of love from deep within me.
Yes. With that kiss, rockets shot up, bells rang, and drums beat wildly. Just like with a fantastic climax. I was shaking with desire. And, with an overpowering surge of love for Jim. I had known long ago I was really hooked on this guy. That's why I'd dismissed him and got up my gang when Norma put in her claim. But one cock? For keeps? Could I do it?
"What if I stray?" I asked, hugging him tightly around the neck. My love! I was thinking to myself, as I kissed him all over. On the nose, the neck, the ears, the eyelids. Yes. With Jim, our balling had always been more than straight fucking. It had been paradise on earth. The original Garden of Eden.
In order to be able to go on without him, I had forced myself not to remember completely, totally, how beautiful lovemaking was with him.
"You won't stray, you warm pussy pot of honey," he answered me. I'll keep you dong happy. And damn it! I'll pay you hard cash ... for the rest of our lives. For each session, I'll give you the first flat fee you ever received. Five bucks a throw."
"Forever?" I asked. I worked those tight sailor pants to get them out of the way of that special cock I'd been starving for, for such a long time.
"Forever," he agreed. And laughing, he handed me a brand new five dollar bill. He stood up and pulled his pants down and sat back on the sofa so I could climb on that dearly beloved rod of paradise.
First I buried my head between his legs, and kissed that wonderfully familiar pussy punch. Which was already standing straight up blinking at me. Then I climbed on and bore down, taking in the entire shaft clear down to those yummy balls. I put my arms around Jim's shoulders, hugging him for dear life.
He held my ass in his hands, lunging his cock up, and up, deep inside me, as I pressed down. OHHHHHH. UMMM. HELP! Oh what a magic prick. I felt I would surely die. But I didn't care if I did. What a way to go!
"You're the best piece of ass in the world baby," Jim whispered in my ear. You are so responsive and eager. Your cunt motor is always racing. It's the greatest, getting my cock in this ever hot, muscle flexing pussy. You know what I love about you most? You don't fake it. You love cock. You love my cock in particular."
"Yep. I love your cock. I always did," I told him. I jumped exuberantly on that luscious pussy teasing shaft. "Seal me up with this cock, Jim. Leave it in me forever," I cried. "Oh Jim, it's heaven to have Jim Black's dick in me again." I flooded Jim, and the sofa as well.
"Oh God, you screw like a wild tiger," he moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you every way but loose. We will have a wonderful life together."
I could feel Jim's hot juices mixing with mine. His cock was marrying my pussy. I CAME AGAIN. Just from sheer joy.
We stopped to rest a minute. We were very still, but I could hear the music of love surrounding us. I leaned my face against Jim's chest and stayed in position. With that good old familiar dong soaking in my still throbbing love box.
Yes, I wanted what Jim wanted. I wanted to marry him and have his cock all for my own forever and ever.
I raised my head and holding Jim's face in my hands, I looked him straight in the eye and grinned. "Okay," I agreed. "Five bucks a lay. Forever!" I agreed heartily.
And starting all over again, I pushed down on that hard darling ... swallowing it with my love-wet pussy ... until it reached all the way home. "But tonight," I said breathlessly, as I handed him back his new bill. "IT'S ALL THE NOOKIE YOU WANT. ON THE HOUSE!"
