Archive Note: The original pocketbook used alpha characters as 'Case Number' headings for four cases and numerics for one, just as shown herein.
INTRODUCTION
"It was my mother's second husband, Louis, who showed me what men were willing to pay for from a woman. I was only a kid when it happened ... home early from school because-I wasn't feeling too well.
"He staggered into my room holding a beer can ... just looking at me kinda hungry-like. The next thing I knew, he had forced me down onto the bed ... was ripping my clothes off ... shoving his fingers up there into that very private place...."
Prostitution is certainly nothing new in the annals of female sexual activity. It is however a practice which is looked on with various degrees of acceptance or rejection-permissiveness or strict moral censure within diverse societies past or present in which it is and was found.
In our society, prostitution and the prostitute have been regarded from a number of points of view depending on the various geographical areas involved, their predominating religious attitudes or lack of strictness with regard to the so-called "blue laws", and so on. There are any number of popular misconceptions as to why a woman would become a prostitute and exactly what sort of person she is...." I needed his love so bad I was willing to do anything. And every time I was alone with him he got awful horny. Lots of times I watched as he played with himself. Then, he'd come over to me, spread my legs and stick his hand inside my panties. He had a way of tickling me in there that made me feel like I'd never felt before in my whole life. I couldn't help what I was doing. I couldn't help liking it so much...."
The cases to be presented here were collected as only a part of a general survey of the several variations of the sexual activity found in our society. It is not our purpose here to make judgments, moral or legal or religious. We are concerned with the personal and individual aspects of the prostitute which will most clearly give us a picture and possibly an understanding of the person herself ... Why she does what she does and if she is, in fact, responsible for her behavior. In so doing, we hope to touch on some popular misunderstandings as a general subject and the people involved.
It is often thought for instance that one of the prime motivations for a woman becoming a prostitute is the lure of an adventuresome, exciting and alluring way of life...." Suddenly he produced a long round object with a strap in its center. Then he put the straps around my waist and hooked them behind my back. I wasn't sure that I wanted to participate in this ... I started to feel frightened but then I realized I had no choice. He was going to be paying for my services ... and I had to do anything he wanted ... whether I liked it or not."
A conversation encouraging any honesty with the average prostitute will reveal that the so-called adventuresome and exciting life is anything but that. It is rarely exciting, rarely adventuresome and never easy. It is true that a prostitute will now and then "make it", as they say, but that is the exception and not the rule.
Other misconceptions will, we feel, become obvious from the words of the transcribed interviews with the girls themselves that are contained in this volume. Hopefully, these case histories will serve to promote greater understanding ... and to discourage any young girls who might think that prostitution is an easy way to escape the problems of life.
CASE NUMBER ONE
Vyna is a very attractive young woman with a figure that any man would look at more than once. She is twenty-six years old and has a very shapely, sexy body.
She's five-feet three inches tall, with blue eyes and reddish brown hair. She weighs 103 pounds and measures 34-24-36.
Prostitution is her occupation and her pleasure.
She now lives in a very fashionable penthouse apartment on upper Fifth Avenue, which she, herself, supports.
Vyna has never been married and says that, with only one exception, she has never wanted to be.
She has no children or family of any kind. Her father was killed in an accident when she was very young and she hasn't seen her mother for over ten years, nor is she sure of her whereabouts.
Her first love affair ended badly for her and she never looked for love again.
As a child, she lived a very hard and trying existence. Her parents were migrant farm workers and traveled about a lot. She had little schooling to speak of, but she displays a clear and realistic knowledge concerning those things about which she talks.
Vyna left home at a very early age and traveled around the country for several years and finally ended up in New York where she is now.
Her general attitude appears to be one of aloof nonchalance.
I don't really believe in this stuff, you know, and I don't really know why I finally decided to come here at all.
When I was first asked if I'd be interested in participating in these interviews, I said no.
I guess I didn't really think I'd have that much of anything to say. And I guess I didn't think it was really anybody's business but my own.
But here I am, for some reason that even I can't explain, and I suppose if anything I say will be helpful to you, I'll be glad.
Anyway, to begin at the beginning, I guess, I never really had much of what you might call a family life. What I mean is that I never really felt like I had a real home, or for that matter, a real mother and father.
My parents were migrant farm workers.
And we traveled from one dust hole to another for as long as I can remember. We always seemed to be on the move.
And you know, that's about all that I really remember about my parents, the traveling around. Maybe that's because I didn't particularly like it.
And then as soon as we got to a place to stay a while, my mother and father would go off to work and I'd be left with the old ladies of the camp to be watched and taken care of from morning until night.
Then my parents would come and get me, take me home, and put me to bed. And that's how it was.
When I was only eight years old, my father was killed when his truck ran off the road and into the river. I was never really told all of the details, but that much I remember.
And Mother somehow didn't take the shock too hard. I think the main thought was how she was then going to support the two of us without him. She finally took a job as a cook in one of the camps at which she had worked before the accident. And everything seemed to be okay for a while.
The man who hired Mother to do the cooking was a wiley sort, and in build and looks, much like my father, I think. I don't know ... I wasn't much of a judge of such things then.
Anyway, he started getting friendly with Mother after she'd been working there for a few months. And pretty soon he started coming over to visit us at night, now and then, and staying always past my bedtime.
This went on for almost a year, from one harvest to the next.
And I liked him, probably because he always brought me some kind of little present when he came by the house.
Anyway, the following April, a couple of years after my father's death, Mother and Louis were married.
Do you know that she never even told me anything about it until the day before they were going to be married? I guess it didn't really matter anyway because if that's what she wanted to do, I really had nothing to say about it.
Besides, Louis joked and teased with me a little and I had some fun with him.
I was ten years old now.
They were married in the City Hall and stayed in town for three days on their honeymoon. They came back for me on Sunday night and the next morning we packed up what little we had and headed into town.
I think I was pretty happy because we were finally going to live in one place. I liked Louis all the more for getting us out of those camp houses and into a real honest-to-goodness house in town.
Things were different from then on.
Louis was still a foreman on the ranch but he didn't have as much to do as before. It was the slow part of the season and he spent a lot of time at home during the day.
Mother had a job in the diner in town as a cashier and worked from noon until midnight every day except Sunday.
At first I was very happy. I was going to a regular school and was beginning to make some friends.
It was my studies that finally caused the problem. I didn't very much like to study. I think I felt that I was a little too old to be in the grade I was in. It was kind of embarrassing.
And soon the kids in the class began to laugh at me when I was called on to read and write because I really couldn't do either very well.
And so, after a couple of months, I began to lose interest in school and started playing sick. I'd go to school in the morning, and by twelve o'clock I'd manage to convince my teacher or the school nurse that I wasn't feeling well. And they'd send me home with a note to my mother that I'd always hide or throw away.
When I got home I'd just sit in my room and amuse myself by watching all the things I could see and hear going on outside my window.
And then the time would finally come when school was really out. I would go to the diner where my mother worked and have dinner.
I did this for many months, I think, always careful not to be sick too often, which would have caused the teacher to get worried about it and come see my mother. I think they thought it was menstrual cramps and I helped them along in their belief by appearing to suffer from just what they thought. It was as good a thing as any and probably safer, in my little scheme, than most.
I don't know what I'd have done if they ever really examined me, but I was pretty convincing, on the surface, anyway.
One day after I had used my usual excuse to get out of class, I sat in my room daydreaming and looking aimlessly out the window.
.It was one of those hot, sultry days in May, the kind that makes you feel like quitting whatever you're doing and just sit around and dream or think about nothing in particular.
The sun was in the center of the sky and the heat seemed to rise from the ground and hit you right in the face with its full warmth.
I think I was probably imagining nothing more important than the hour that school would let out officially and I could go to the diner and have a big glass of iced root beer. I loved root beer the way some people loved cokes.
I guess I wasn't quite aware of what was happening at first.
I remember I heard Louie's footsteps in the house, but I didn't pay much attention. I wasn't worried really about being caught. He never came into my room and I was pretty sure that he didn't know that I was even there anyway.
No one had ever seen me come home early from school. I was always very careful, or at least I thought I was, about getting back to the house and inside without anybody seeing me.
But then suddenly, I heard the knob to my door turning.
I looked around quickly and saw the door open.
And Louie was standing there, kind of weaving back and forth a little bit.
He just stood there for a moment, holding a beer can in his hand and looking me up and down.
A tremor of fright went right through me. I had been found out and I was sure I'd be given hell for staying out of school, even this once, not to mention what it'd be like if they ever found out about all the other times.
Punishment of any kind frightened me. I guess I had never really been punished, punished severely about anything. I mean, even Louie had never said a cross word to me.
I just sat there on the side of the bed staring as he came closer and closer to me.
He was in the center of the room now and was still looking at me in that strange way, a curious gleam in his eye.
I trembled a little at the thought of having been caught.
Louie was a big man. I had never before really realized just how big he was.
He sat down on the edge of the bed a little ways from me, but he didn't say a thing.
I looked at him sort of uneasily.
And still he said nothing.
He just sat there for some few minutes, eyeing me and sipping at that beer can. I guess I was pretty confused by now and I didn't know what to think. I watched him sip a few more times from the can and then place the empty one on the floor beside the bed.
"I know that you've been staying home from school for quite a few days now," he said, looking me square in the face. "And we wouldn't want your mother to find out about it, would we?"
I looked at him sheepishly and tried to think of what to say, but nothing came to me. I just couldn't seem to find the right words to answer him. Finally, I think I just shook my head no. I didn't really know what else to do or say.
"What do you think we should do," he asked, "to keep her from finding out?"
I looked up at him with some sort of hope. It flashed across my mind that maybe we wouldn't have to tell her, maybe she wouldn't have to find out.
"I'll do almost anything, Louis," I said. "I don't want her to know that I've been bad. I'll go to school every day from now on. I didn't really mean to stay out so much. It's just that I hate it so."
"I understand," he said, "and she'll never have to know if you don't want her to."
I felt his hand place itself upon my shoulder as he said this and pulled me over a bit closer toward him on the bed.
Then he turned his head toward me again and smiled.
I could smell the beer he had been drinking.
I never did like the smell of beer even when he and Mother were drinking it sometimes at night when she was home and we were all sitting around talking. It always made me feel a little bit sick.
I tried not to mind it so much now, though. Louis was keeping my secret for me and the least I could do was not to mind, or let him know that I minded, the smell of beer on his breath.
I really felt happy that he understood. I felt happy that he was not going to let Mother know.
Then I felt his hand slide down from my shoulder to my elbow and further, all the way down to my hand.
I looked at him and smiled a little, hoping that he somehow knew how grateful I was for his understanding.
And then he pulled me close up to him and gave me a tight squeeze.
And you know, I was very happy to have him sitting there with me like that. I felt that I had a friend in him, that he really did understand.
As I sat there with my head on his chest I even think that I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes. I think I was really very lonely and, you know, nobody much had ever paid a great deal of attention to me, not even my father when he was alive.
Louie had pulled me over even closer to his big, brawny body and he had laid his head against my cheek and was breathing hard on the side of my neck.
A tingling, funny sensation, a sensation that I had never before felt, went through my body.
I tried to pull back a little from him, just enough so that he wouldn't be breathing down my neck, just a little so he wouldn't notice.
But he held me gently but firmly right where I was.
I squirmed a little and acted as though I were trying to straighten up from an uncomfortable position.
But he began then clutching me even harder against him, against his body.
I think I was beginning to get a little frightened by this time and the smell of beer on his breath was making me feel a little bit sick. I don't knows somehow something was just wrong. His touch was no longer friendly and reassuring and comfortable. It was demanding in a way, and constricting.
"Louie," my voice quavered a little. "Let me sit up straight. I'm uncomfortable this way."
He didn't seem to be hearing me anymore. "What are you doing, Louie?" I croaked, trying harder to pull away now.
"Just relax, Vyna," he said in a strange, hoarse voice that didn't even sound like his own.' "Everything'll be all right."
"Please let me go," I said, trying once again to pull away from his grasp. "Please don't hold onto me like that. It frightens me."
I turned my head away from his face, away from the smell of the beer coming hard from his nostrils now.
But with his free hand he took my chin and forced it back around so that I was looking him directly in the face.
And then he kissed me. He held my chin tightly within the grasp of his fingers and pressed his lips full upon my mouth. And it was not the kind of a kiss that a father or stepfather gives a daughter. I guess I really didn't know much about kissing at that time, but I knew that this one was far different from any I had ever received from anyone before. It was a hard, long, drawn out thing and I could even feel his tongue moving slowly along the outsides of my lips.
I gasped and tried again to turn my head away. I couldn't stand the feeling of his lips smelling of alcohol on my own. I couldn't stand the way he was holding my body to him. And again I tried to pull myself free of his grip.
Then I felt his hand running down my neck to the buttons on the back of my dress.
I think that I knew then, or had some vague sort of notion of what was going on.
"No, Louie," I pleaded, "please."
He paid no attention to me. I pulled and tugged and even started scratching and kicking at him a little but it was no use.
But I tried, I tried like hell to get away from that man. I somehow thought that if I could get out into the street, it would be all over.
I felt his hand unbutton the top button of my dress and I squirmed and wiggled and pulled and tugged violently.
"Hold still," he said in a low menacing tone. "Hold still, I won't hurt you. Just be still."
I felt my heart leap to my throat and I tried to get away all the more.
He pulled my mouth to his again and this time I bit him on the tongue.
He jerked his head back and slapped me hard across the face. "Damn you," he yelled, "I told you to be still."
I started to cry and scream at the same time.
And I felt him, with one brutal yank, rip the remaining buttons off the back of my dress.
Anger and hate and disgust rose in me.
He pushed his big rough hand inside my dress and ran it up and down along my back. A sick heavy feeling came over me as he touched me.
I wanted to get away from him all the more, desperately.
I prayed that my mother would come home.
But of course, she didn't.
And Louie knew she wouldn't come.
And I knew she wouldn't come ... there was no one to help me, no one to come.
And as I realized this, I was almost hysterical.
I felt a strange feeling rising inside of me. My throat tightened and I felt my stomach and intestines churning, my head spinning and a sick, nauseous feeling spread through out my body.
I fought them blindly, wildly.
And I managed somehow to tear free of him and run for the door.
I grabbed the doorknob and pulled and jerked. I think, in my frenzy, I didn't even turn it. I just stood there yanking and screaming.
"Where the hell do you think you're goin'?" he yelled, stumbling after me and grabbing me hard by my arm.
I still clung to that doorknob. I wouldn't let go. I clutched at it desperately as if it were a raft, a life preserver, the straw that would keep me from sinking.
"No, no, no," I sobbed incoherently. "No, Louie, no, please don't."
His hand slid down from my arm to my waist and then onto my bare knees.
He knelt on the floor now, between me and the door, both of his hands clutching at my knees. I could still smell the beer on his breath, the beer all around him, but there was another odor now, too. A strong, pungent, masculine odor that I had never smelled before.
His hands moved slowly then, slowly up my legs, from my knees to my lower thighs.
I stiffened and yanked hard at the door, yanking and sobbing and rattling the thing until I thought it'd fall from its hinges.
He just chuckled a little and continued to paw at me.
His hands moved up my thighs and his fingers reached the upper part of my hips.
He moaned a little as he came into contact with my flimsy panties. His fingers moved up and over them shakily to the elastic band around my waist and jerked them down to my knees and then to my ankles, letting them drop in a rumpled heap upon the floor.
I squirmed and tugged at the door, but it was no use, nothing was any use. I had tried and tried and tried to get away, but I couldn't. I was trapped in there with him, and he knew it.
He pulled my legs open and rubbed his hands up between my smooth thighs. Over and over again he rubbed his rough, hard palms over the inside of my thighs and made short little moans and grunts like an animal.
I could feel the blood throbbing in every part of my body. I could feel the hate for Louie building up in me like a huge stone, pressing down on every inch of my body.
My chest hurt, my eyes blurred with tears. And I hated him.
Hated his smell, his touch, his rough hands roaming over my naked thighs.
And I hated Mother, hated her for marrying this man, for bringing him into our lives, our home.
I no longer felt like I wanted to cry. I just stood there and looked down at him with disgust and loathing, smelling the stale beer and the sweat that was pouring profusely from his huge, hulking frame.
I don't know ... something in me just kind of gave in, or maybe gave up.
He put his head under my dress and ran his tongue slowly around all over the lower part of my stomach.
Then he parted my legs even further and moved his head far up between my legs and then down. I felt his hot, thick tongue slip in and out between my thighs.
I was wild with excitement.
He pushed his head way into the opening of my cunt and stuck his tongue in as far as he could get it.
I squirmed again at this intimate touch and tried pulling away from him, but he had a firm grip on my hips and pulled me back hard to his face.
Finally, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, dropping me on the mattress.
I didn't have a second to do anything. He was on top of me as soon as T was on the bed.
It all happened so fast I couldn't think.
He lay on top of my body grinding the lower part of his body against mine and pulling off my clothes.
When I was undressed by his ripping and pulling, he reached up and rubbed at my little titties with his hot feverish hands and continued to grind his hips and lower belly against mine.
He put his hand over his head and pulled off his T-shirt.
I was completely naked under him now and he was looking at me with a look I've never forgotten, a strange, frenzied, animal gleam in his eyes.
He reached down, still holding me fast, and tugged his pants off and threw them into the corner of the room.
And then he turned his gaze back to me, and as he did so, as he hovered over me there, I saw, for the first time in my life, a man's cock, a cock pulsating and extended to its full length and thickness.
It was huge.
And the very size and shape of it, at the time, seemed ugly.
I was terrified. I didn't know what to do.
He lay back full length on top of me and I could feel that big thing, that huge cock and balls moving up and down in between my legs.
And he was moaning and grunting and gasping for air.
He pushed my legs far apart and slid down and put his face on my cunt. He licked it with his tongue and lips, moving up and down on my pussy lips. He dug his tongue deep and swirled it around and around, feeling, touching and exploring.
Then slowly, he raised up.
He moved in close between my outspread thighs, aimed his cock in his hand to the place where his tongue had just been and advanced steadily until I felt the head of his prick just touching, just parting slightly the lips of my twat.
I squirmed and tried desperately to pull back, to pull away from that awful looking thing.
But he came at me slowly, slowly, still pressing, pushing the lips of my cunt further and further apart.
I tried to tighten myself, tried to force his cock back.
But it moved steadily forward.
And then suddenly, there was a sharp, fiery bolt of pain shooting from somehwere deep inside throughout my whole body, pounding into my skull, shaking my whole body.
He was killing me, I thought, splitting me wide open.
"Louie!" I screamed and started beating at him with my fists.
He stopped for just a second, as if he'd come to some sort of obstacle.
And then he lunged.
A white hot flame of pain shot up from my belly.
A deep, sharp slash of searing pain.
My screams filled the room and echoed back and forth a hundred times, it seemed.
I clawed at his back and shoulders and face. I pounded on his chest.
But he kept right on. My pain seemed to further excite him. The more I fought and clawed and scratched and bit, the more excited and rougher he became.
He grabbed my face and pulled my mouth to his and stuck his tongue deep between my lips.
He rolled his mouth around on my mouth.
And again and again I felt his cock jabbing in and out of my cunt.
The excruciating pain had subsided somewhat but there was a burning hot sensation that tore through my whole body each time I felt his hard cock plunge downward into me.
I felt his whole body jerk and tremble and I heard him gasp and make those moaning, grunting sounds he had made in the beginning. But this time they were louder and he was lunging at me in rhythm with those contractions and grunts.
He pounted himself into me faster and faster, harder and harder.
And then he kind of stopped in mid-air, in mid-stroke and his whole body quaked and jerked above me.
Then he fell limp on top of me.
He lay there for some time, just lay there but I could still feel his big cock throbbing and jerking inside of me.
I had no feelings now, no will, no desire.
I didn't care what happened to me.
I didn't care if I ever moved again.
There was no reason. Louie had won.
He knew he had won.
And I knew he had. There was no use to fight anymore.
He finally got up off of me without a word, picked up his clothes, and left the room.
I lay on the bed, just as he'd left me, all night.
I didn't go down to the diner to eat dinner, but no one even asked me why.
The next morning I got up and went to school and no one acted as though they noticed anything different, even though I was sure at first that it'd show.
And that night, when I came home from school, I did go to the diner to have dinner. But Mother noticed nothing, she suspected nothing. She talked just as usual and everything was the same.
I hated her for it.
I hated her for not seeing what I could never tell her.
I hated her for not somehow knowing the thing which was now eched into my memory forever.
And I hated her for loving the man, the thing I hated most.
And what could I tell her?
You know, Miss Maloney, you're the first person in my life I've ever told this to. I don't really know why I'm even telling you. But maybe, after all this time, it's good to get it off my chest. I don't know.
Anyway, after that day, I started staying away from the house as much as possible. I hated that place. Hated the very sight of it. There was nothing in that house that belonged to me any longer, nothing I wanted, or could really have, even privacy.
And of course, there was Louis. He was always there. I couldn't stand to be around him. And as long as I stayed there, I never again said an unnecessary word to that man.
I started going around a lot more with kids at school. I don't think I really wanted to after the way they'd laughed at me and everything, you know. But it did keep me away from the house, from that house.
I started going out at night with some of the boys and girls in my class, and I always stayed out pretty late.
I became the life of the party and was always the first girl asked out, always had a date, and with the most popular guys in the school.
First it was to the movies.
The fellows would ask me to go with them at least two or three times a week. And I always said yes.
We'd sit up in the balcony and hug and kiss and just play around, you know, feeling each other, petting each other.
Once I'd been fucked by Louie the way I was it didn't seem to make a damn bit of difference anymore. Somehow I just didn't care about hardly anything, just so long as I stayed far away from that house, and my stepfather.
So they'd put their hands up my dress and feel my cunt and I'd say nothing. I would, or I got so I would even put my hands in between their legs, in their crotches and play with their cocks through the material of their trousers, sometimes right out in the open. And they'd always come.
But then I started going out with Ronny and things started to be a little different.
He was the first boy in the school to get his own car. I think his father bought it for him when he was just sixteen.
And the very first night he had it, he came driving up the street beside me when I was on my way home.
"Hi, Vyna," he called through the open window. "Want a lift?"
I looked up and recognized him there, smiling proudly behind the wheel.
"Sure," I said, "why not?" And I ran over and slid into the car beside him.
"Going anywhere in particular?"
"Nope," I lied. "Just walking a little. But why don't we go for a ride and show off your shiny new birthday present?"
"Okay by me," he said smiling and throwing the car into gear.
I think I commented about the car a little during those first few minutes and something to the effect of how nice it was of his father to give it to him.
And he said a little about his family, his father and the car, you know, just small talk. And then he turned the conversation to me, not my family I mean, just me. I mean he was making a pass at me. In a very nice way, but he was telling me how much he liked me.
We waved every now and then at some of the kids we knew that we'd pass on the street. You know, honk and shout, really just showing off. Ronny was really proud of that new car.
We stopped finally and had a coke or something and then decided to take the car out of town on the highway a bit to see how she took the road.
It was a really great car. We must have driven for a long, long time, sometimes talking and laughing, sometimes just listening to the radio and watching the road whiz by beneath us.
I think it was almost dark when Ronny finally reached across the seat and took my hand into his own. He didn't say anything and I didn't say anything. It was just comfortable to sit like this holding hands and enjoying the warm, clear night, feeling the evening breeze blow through the open window now and then and touch lightly across our flushed cheeks.
He drove the car a little further down the highway and then pulled it off onto a dirt road, asking if I wanted to just stop and sit and talk for a little while.
"Sure," I said. "It's so nice out I don't think I ever want to go back."
Ronny was one of the nicest boys in the school. He was one of those boys that I went to the show with. Actually, I guess I had only really gone to the show with him once, but we went and had a good time and really watched the film. I mean, we didn't play around or anything, like with the other boys.
I liked him, liked him a lot.
And I got the feeling that he felt kind of special about me.
I suppose I probably would have done the same thing with him as with the other boys that one night, but somehow he was different. He really seemed to respect me in a way.
As I recall it, he just sat there in that dark theater and held my hand. And that was enough.
I remembered that one date with him for a long time. I had really felt good just being with him. I mean really good.
I wasn't just faking with him, wasn't just trying to stay out of the house as late as I could. I really, truly liked his company, liked being with him, liked him.
He pulled the car to a stop finally and we just sat there for a few minutes, watching the stars and the full moon and each other.
I wasn't aware of it at first, but as he sat there with his hand holding mine, I began to feel a happy sort of tickling sensation deep down somewhere inside my body. It felt like a thousand butterflies, waving delicate, gossamer wings against the inside of my flesh.
I pressed his hand a little harder with my fingertips.
And he moved over closer to me and put his head on my shoulder.
It was a strange, wonderful feeling and for some strange reason, I pulled his hand up from the seat where it rested atop my own, brought it to my lips and kissed it tenderly.
He pulled me closer to him then and put both of his arms around me. I felt his cheek resting lightly against my own and his warm breath tickling the side of my neck.
He pulled back a little and kissed me then, lightly, his lips covering my mouth.
I leaned my head back beneath his touch and felt his tongue moving softly over and over, tracing the entire shape of my mouth.
His hand moved slowly, cautiously down from my shoulder and across my breast then to rest on one of my tits.
He waited there, motionless, his hand poised as though awaiting some sign from me.
I snuggled closer to him and nestled my head on his shoulder.
I felt him beginning to loosen my blouse and then inserting his warm, moist fingers inside and underneath my bra.
He began to stroke my tit gently with the tips of his fingers.
I felt a tremor of ecstasy each time he passed his hand over the ends of my nipples.
He sensed my excitement and concentrated more and more on that stiffening, hard little point of flesh.
And he was being aroused now. His hand was trembling slightly as it explored my flesh. And as his fingers quivered slightly on my flesh, it sent wave upon wave of new and ever increasing excitement throughout my being.
I pushed my tits hard against his fingers as they moved and explored the flesh there.
He pulled me slightly forward and reached around, unsnapping the clasps on the back of my bra. Then, pulling my blouse down and off my shoulders, he proceeded to loosen the flimsy garment, letting it fall onto the seat of the car.
I was exposed to him now. My breasts, my tits, my whole upper body was there for his inspection and approval.
I closed my eyes and breathed in long, slow, heavy inhalations as I felt his warm, moist lips close round first one nipple and then the other.
And as he continued pleasing my tits, those hard, stiff points of sensitive flesh, moving his lips, his tongue, stimulating and exciting me even further.
I felt his left hand moving down onto my knee and then slowly up and down under my dress.
I parted my legs slightly to let him reach up to my cunt.
Soon he had pulled my dress up enough to get his hand all the way down into the opening and was rubbing the soft hair around it.
I gave out slight groans of pleasure at this, and bucked my hips forward slightly to meet every approach of his teasing fingers.
I don't think either of us ever realized when or how it happened, but the next thing I remember, we were both in the back seat of that car with no clothes on and staring at one another, moaning and grunting with pleasure.
I was holding his cock in my hands and he had both his hands on my tits, squeezing like crazy.
"I love you, I love you," was all he was saying.
"Oh baby, I love you, too," I said as he pressed his mouth hard against mine.
He lay there on top of me, in the back seat, and moved his body in and up and down in a circular motion.
I lay under him and felt the muscles of his body stiffen and relax with ever-increasing speed.
I began to move my body in rhythm with him.
I felt his balls rubbing right over the opening of my cunt and I wanted to feel them being taken in.
Suddenly, he stopped, and raised himself above me.
I started to raise up, too, but he pushed me back down gently and pulled both of my legs up over his shoulders and then lowered his head down in between my thighs.
My cunt quivered and jumped at the touch of his hot lips.
He thrust his tongue deep inside me again and again until I was crying out his name in a wild frenzy of ecstasy and pleasure.
I thought I could stand no more but he lifted my legs higher and higher and thrust his head and tongue even further, deeper.
I was writhing frantically and reaching for his body when he finally put me down again.
We lay there for some time writhing and moaning from the sensation of our two bodies touching one another.
Suddenly Ronny sat up again.
He sat so that his cock was in plain view to me, pulsating and throbbing.
Then he pulled my head in that direction and placed my mouth directly on the head of it.
I felt it throb again and again as I ran my lips up and down all the sides of that big cock.
He had about ten inches and that night it seemed larger, longer, harder than any cock I had ever seen or felt.
I wanted him.
I wanted him in every way I could have him.
Nothing was the limit to what I'd do with him.
Faster and faster I moved my head down on his big stiff hard cock.
Longer and harder I sucked at that huge prick until he was jumping up and down to the motion I was making on his sensitive flesh. Finally, he pulled me up from his cock and to his lips again and then kissed me long and full on the mouth.
Again he rolled over and was on top of me.
by this time I wanted him so badly that I was nearly begging and pleading for him, bucking my body up and down under him.
Finally, it was there.
Right on the opening of my cunt hole, touching the sensitive lips, jumping and throbbing with passion.
Slowly at first, that hot, bouncing cock touched just right at the lips a little inside of their outer folds.
I could feel the hot throbbing head of his cock forcing its way in, rubbing against the hot, moist flesh of my cunt walls, pushing, sinking, being taken in by my hot eager cunt.
I trembled a bit from the thrill and sensation of his hard, manly prick touching the inside of me. It was a feeling, a passion equalled by nothing I had ever felt before.
It moved in some few inches.
Then a couple more.
I bucked and pushed myself up to take that cock, to draw it in, to embrace it with the lips of my hairy, soft, hungry cunt.
And finally it was in, all the way in, to the very base where our hair mingled and tangled together softly at first, gently.
I had traced and assisted its every movement and penetration.
I had felt every undulation of my body, of his body as they moved in this slow, ecstatic joining together, this intimate union, this penetration so deep, so far inside me.
I groaned and shivered with pleasure as I felt our bodies come into full, complete contact and the whole entire length of his shaft lodge itself deep within the soul of my very being.
I dug my fingers into his back, bit his neck, clawed at him in a frenzy.
He began to move up and down, back and forth, pumping that cock in and out again and again, over and over, sending sparks of delicious sensation up and down my spine.
I bucked my hips slightly to meet him and he put his hands around beneath my hips, under my ass to bring me even closer to him, closer and closer, harder and harder, until I could hear our bellies slapping together there in the dark.
His breathing became short and jerky.
I began to moan and thrash about with pleasure.
And he dug deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder into that sensitive hungry place at the base of my belly.
I dug my fingers into his back hard.
I could feel the moist heat rising from between our legs, coiling about our bodies.
He began to moan and lunge and grunt with satisfaction.
I knew he was coming.
I felt his body tense and stiffen and ram into me with increased frenzy and abandon.
And I was right with him.
I bit him furiously on the neck.
His rhythm got faster and faster and then broke in mid-stroke and his body seemed to become alive with an intense electric energy that shook his whole frame.
And the rolling, rocking surge of pleasure arose deep within my own belly and squeezed hard around his cock.
I felt the short jerking motions of his cock, the throbbing pulsations as his come shot forth filling my pussy to overflowing.
Our come mingled and our bodies shook and quivered and jerked spasmodically in that last moment of passionate, violent release.
And then we fell limp, silent and still, gasping for air and just lying there silent and still.
We pulled away from each other finally and moved to put our clothes back on.
We looked at one another from time to time and smiled a little but said nothing.
It was over somehow, but it was just beginning for us.
We began the ride home, both feeling an inner peace and security and fulfillment.
We said very little on that ride home.
There didn't seem to be much need for conversation. Somehow we had said everything already, spoken with our bodies, spoken with our love.
He held my hand with his tight fist and drove down the highway in that direction of town.
I felt good coming home with him like that, like we were together, really together, like we belonged together.
The lights of the town came into view. We were getting close to home, close to having to say good-night, close to parting.
"Vyna," he said in a soft whisper.
I looked over at him sitting there in the darkness and could just catch the square, firm jawline of his face in the lights from the instrument panel of the car.
"Uh-huh," I answered.
"Do you like me? I mean really like me?"
I almost said something like, "Can't you tell?" Somehow I thought my feelings for him were perfectly obvious. Somehow I guess I just thought he would know, would be sure. But of course, that was silly. I wasn't sure about how he felt toward me. How could I expect him to be so certain in the matter of my feelings toward him?
"'very much," I answered. "More than anything."
"Can I pick you up in the morning?"
My heart pounded violently in my chest and the blood coursed pulsatingly through my temples, sitting there and hearing him ask me that question.
Men are so funny, you know. They can't somehow just come out and say things like a woman can. But I knew what he was saying, what he was asking.
"Of course," I said, "wouldn't have it any other way."
And he did pick me up the next morning, and pretty soon every morning.
I was always ready and waiting for him.
I would sit by the window and wait to hear his car pull up and the honk of his horn and then I'd run out and jump in beside him.
I'd jump in right beside him, give him a kiss and off we'd go, happy and young and free, free to love and care.
I stopped going out with anyone else, stopped even seeing much of anyone.
We were always together, always very much in love.
I didn't even see much of Louie or Mother during that period.
I felt more and more that I had some reason to care for somebody. At last there was somebody.
And I did care.
I really cared.
I really loved him, needed him, wanted him.
I felt that I was a part of him and he was a part of me. I missed him the few times he was away and my heart would jump every time I saw him.
I was only a kid of course and maybe we weren't really in love at all. I don't know. But I thought we were. I don't believe in all that jazz about puppy love. Puppy love is real love, and as far as I was concerned, I was truly in love.
As I think back on it, I still think we were in love. It seems one of the few times in my life when I really experienced falling in love, maybe the only time.
Anyway, Ronny was in the twelfth grade.
I was in the tenth.
And do you know that we were already talking about marriage. We wanted to get married.
We even worked and planned and saved for the day when we could go off together, some place far away and live in our love forever and ever.
So there it was.
And you know how kids are, how people in love are. I wanted to do something to somehow prove to Ronny that I loved him more than anything else, anyone else in the world.
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I have never forgotten one bit of it. Can't forget it.
I had scrimped and saved and scraped together what few pennies I could get my hands on from my small allowance and even from doing little odd jobs and once or twice going down to the diner to help out by bussing dishes. I got a little from the odd jobs, like babysitting and things, and they let me keep the tips at the diner.
I had finally saved up almost forty dollars ... thirty-seven dollars and ninety-seven cents, to be exact.
I kept it in a little jar in my bureau drawer way down under my nighties and things so nobody could find it.
And then one day when I thought I had enough, I dug out all those pennies and nickels and dimes and so on and headed downtown to the jewelry store. I must have spent three hours there, looking and inspecting and picking and choosing.
Finally, I picked out what I thought must surely be the most beautiful man's ring in the entire world. That was the one, I just knew it, that was the one Ronny would wear forever and love me forever every time he looked at it.
It wasn't the most beautiful ring in the world, of course. But at the time I thought it was. It was just a simple man's ring with a black onyx, a square black, plain onyx set in the center. 'very handsome. 'very masculine.
'very much like Ronny.
And I bought it, put every last cent I had on it. I think they even let me go without paying some of the tax because I was so anxious and enthusiastic about it.
They wrapped it up for me nice and pretty and I ran out of the store and down the street clutching the little, silver wrapped box in my fist.
I planned to give it to Ronny the very next morning.
I would run out to the car, slide in beside him, give him my usual kiss and slip it into his hand without saying a word.
And the next morning, there I was at the window, waiting for the sound of that shiny new car, the honk of his horn, that harsh strident voice calling to me.
I was on pins and needles. I really thought I'd pull my school books into little pieces before he showed up, I was so nervous and excited.
I just knew that somehow when Ronny put that ring on his finger, he'd be mine, and I'd be his, forever.
I sat and sat for what seemed like forever.
Eight-thirty came and went.
And I still sat.
I couldn't figure out what was the matter. Ronny had never been late before .,. . never.
Nine o'clock came and still he wasn't there.
Finally, at nine-thirty, I called his house.
He had left at his usual time.
Then I thought, maybe he's been in an accident, maybe he's sick.
by about ten o'clock I decided to walk on to school myself. Maybe some of the kids had heard something. Maybe he had just had something to do that he had forgotten to tell me about. Maybe ... maybe.
I got to school, I guess, about ten-thirty and went on to class as there seemed nothing else to do until the kids got out for lunch. I was very late and knew I would get hell, but I couldn't be concerned about that.
And it wasn't until lunch time that I saw him.
Sitting way over in one corner of the cafeteria, alone, sipping at a coke.
I just didn't know what could be the matter.
I went over to the table slowly, pushing and shoving my way through the crowd, feeling to see if I had the little silver box in my pocket.
He looked up and saw me coming, and then down again, staring at the table as if he hadn't seen me.
"Ronny," I said tentatively as I got right up to the table.
"Oh hi, Vyna," he said, looking up at me with a strange, sad look in his eyes.
"Ronny, what happened this morning?"
He stared down harder at the shiny cafeteria table.
"I thought you might have been sick or in an accident or something," I went on.
"No," he answered. "I'm sorry. I just had something I had to do. I couldn't help it."
"Well anyway," I said, "it's okay." And I sat down at the table on the other side, facing him.
All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind, all sorts of worries. Maybe he was in trouble or something. But I didn't ask. I don't know, maybe I knew I shouldn't ask.
I just sat a little while across from him in silence, watching him sip at his coke.
"I have something for you," I said brightening and trying to get his attention.
I moved to my purse then and took out the small silver box, placed it in the center of the table and slid it a little bit forward, toward him.
"What is it?" He looked up at me. "I can't tell you," I said. "Who's it from?"
"I don't know," J answered playfully. I thought we were just really having fun, maybe kidding around a little.
He pulled the little box forward and looked at it carefully, over and over, all around on all sides.
Then he looked across the table at me for a minute and started to unwrap the little package, slowly, carefully.
Not as excited as I'd hoped for, but then he was somehow a little different today anyway.
He got the crinkly paper off the box, flipped the lid up and looked inside.
He just stared inside, long and hard. He didn't say anything. He just looked down at the glittering piece of gold and onyx wedged in that slot of black velvet, and his hand shook a little, quivered, trembled just enough so I could see it as it grasped that little square of cloth and paper.
And then he sat it down on the table right in front of him and slid it back toward me on the other side. "I can't take it, Vyna," he said without looking up. "I can't take it. I don't want it."
The last few words rang through my head like a great discordant, crashing of broken glass or twisting metal.
"But ... but," I stammered.
He looked up then for the first time since he had taken the gift, my gift of love into his hand.
He looked up and looked directly and sadly into my eyes.
And there were tears forming in his deep, dark brown eyes as he looked at me, and his lips quivered slightly as he spoke again. "Don't ask me, Vyna," he said in a breaking voice. "Don't ask me, I just can't take it."
This time, looking into my eyes, he didn't say he didn't want it. He just pushed the box back into my hands, got up and walked out of the room.
I pulled the little precious box to my breast and pressed it tightly against me with both hands. I didn't know what was wrong, what I did, why it was like this.
The tears rose in my eyes and streamed down my face. I just sat there sobbing and shaking all over. I don't know whether anyone noticed me or not. I didn't care.
When I went home, I just fell on the bed, still clutching at that ring and sobbing. I must have cried for hours and hours, maybe all night.
I was so confused and unhappy and miserable I didn't know what to do.
I didn't go to school for a few days. I didn't even leave that room. I wouldn't eat or sleep or talk or anything.
When I did return, however, I found out what was wrong. One of my girl friends, one of the only girls I really liked, told me. She had heard some of the boys I had gone to the shows with, sat in that balcony with, talking about me and telling Ronny just what we did on those nights.
She said that he had even started to fight with one of them. He hadn't wanted to believe that what they were saying was true.
But they had finally calmed him down and told him that they were only letting him know for his own good, that he ought to know what kind of girl I was. And there were so many of them and they all told him the same thing so that he finally had to be convinced.
And then I knew why there were tears in his eyes as he looked up at me over that cafeteria table.
I ran off to the girl's restroom and started crying again.
It was over now. I knew it was over. All our dreams, our plans, all our love.
And do you know I don't think I've ever really fallen in love since. Ronny was the first boy who was good to me, decent to me and I had made a fool of him, in front of everybody.
And I still have that ring tucked deep in one of my drawers with all my things. And I still take it out from time to time, and the tears still form in my eyes at the one true love I might have had and threw away.
I quit school shortly after that.
And left home.
And I never saw Ronny again.
I lived in several small towns across the country after leaving home, trying to work my way to New York.
I didn't stay in any one place very long, only long enough to find some sort of work, make a little money and then I'd be on my way again.
I found out during that time that guys would pay to go to bed with me, that I was good looking enough for guys to want me and to put a few dollars more into my purse in the process. I got pretty much so that I'd go to bed with any guy who came along just so long as he had a few dollars, never asked questions and never expected more than he'd paid for.
Every now and then there was a guy who thought we might get a thing going but they were always easy enough to get rid of.
I think the guy I met in St. Louis had something like that in mind, though I guess I could be wrong.
I met him when I was out of work and still hunting for a job. He was very handsome and very nice and he asked me to go home with him.
And I went.
In fact, I went home with him almost everyday for about a week.
He was awful horny every time I was alone with him. The minute we'd get into the house, he was pulling off his clothes and sporting his big cock right out there in front of me.
He would sit and jerk himself off. Over and over his hand would glide up and down and over the head of his hot throbbing cock.
He'd spread my legs and stick his hand inside my panties and tickle my cunt and pull the hair that was there, moist and hot. He'd feel and squeeze and pinch the nipples of my breasts through my bra.
When I'd begin to moan and buck my hips, he'd lean forward and bite the tips of my nipples.
Then, pushing me back and kneeling in front of me, he'd pull the front of my dress up and push my legs as wide apart as he could, pushing his head in between my hot, smooth thighs. He liked this. He would lap and suck at my cunt right through the nylon panties I wore.
He would moan and grunt and roll his head back and forth, up and down right there on the opening of my cunt.
The pleasure of his hot breath inside my cunt would send shivers of ecstasy through my whole body.
He would stop all this eventually, all this preliminary and say something like, "Take your domes off. I want to see you take them off."
I'd stand in the center of the room and take them off, letting each piece drop to the floor in front of him.
Slowly, he'd come over to me, eyeing me up and down, his cock sticking out in front of him like a great, hot, round pole of flesh.
I could feel the heat from it as it pressed against my body.
As he put his arms around me, I could feel the shiver of his sensation in that hard, hairy body against mine.
We'd stand there for several moments with him rubbing his hard, hairy chest over my nipples, causing sparks of desire to shoot up and along my body.
Sometimes he would lean down and take my tits into his mouth, starting at the nipples and then sucking them deep into his mouth as far as he could.
My legs would grow weak as he pulled and sucked on my tits.
Sometimes he would just lay me on the floor and stand there in between my legs, beating his meat.
His hot come would shoot out like an explosion and fall on my thighs, on my belly, in my cunt hair.
And his body would tremble and move back and forth jerkily as he grunted with pleasure and watched his hot come cover my body.
Then he'd get on his knees and rub his mouth and face into my cunt.
He would plunge his hot tongue deep within my cunt, mixing the sweat of his passion with his fresh fallen come and the perspiration of my own body.
"Yes, baby, yes," I urged him on. "Yes, yes."
And he would plunge his head further and further into my waiting, bucking cunt.
We would go on and on like this for several hours and with each new act our mutual passion increased.
He would raise my legs finally, way above my head and bury his cock deep within my cunt, grinding and pumping in and out.
And I was ready by that time.
Passionately, I'd pull and tear at him as I felt the pumping hard cock deep within me, jerking deep inside my cunt, shooting his hot come, filling me to overflowing.
Afterwards, he'd always take me to dinner and give me twenty-five dollars besides, which was good money in anybody's books.
I got so that I was going to bed with different guys every night. As long as there was a stiff cock, a willing tongue and a full wallet, I was ready.
by the time I came to New York when I was twenty-five, I had pretty much been around and knew what was up.
I could spot a guy with money a mile off, and tell the phony with a big Hollywood roll of ones in his pocket without even half trying.
One night shortly after I got to the city, I was walking down Fifty-fifth Street right off Broadway. I walked the streets a lot then, when I was new in town.
A man in a late model car pulled up alongside me and said, "Hey, little girl, want a lift?"
I stopped, turned and smiled and then went over to the passenger side of the car.
He made his proposition and I got in.
We drove quite a few blocks up toward the Bronx and finally turned on some little side street, parked the car and got out.
I think it was on Ninety-seventh Street.
The building he lived in was one of those beautiful, ornate old brownstones with all the gingerbread on the front. You know, the old sort of sturdy looking buildings that they're tearing down now to put up these cracker boxes.
I guess I looked at him for the first time when we got into the elevator and started up to his floor.
He was a tall, rather lean man with heavy black eyebrows. His chest was full and broad and gave me the feeling that he would look twice as muscular with his clothes off.
As I was eyeing him, he was eyeing me.
I caught a glimpse of the desire deep within his eyes and wondered what he would be like in bed.
His personality was pleasant and he seemed to talk on and on.
First about what he liked about women and then about the kind of sex he preferred.
"I like a woman that really likes to be fucked. I really like to stick my dick into a good fucking woman."
On and on he talked, anything and everything that came into his mind.
I nodded my head or smiled and he kept right on going. He really didn't need much encouragement.
I listened and imagined what it would be like in bed with him and his friend. It would be a first for me, going to bed with two men at the same time, but maybe he was just talking.
The elevator finally reached his floor and we got out.
I noticed as we walked toward the door that his cock was getting hard, it was pressing out in a large, hard bulge on the left side of his pants right alongside his zipper.
It was a good sized cock.
As long as I had ever seen, and from the way it filled his pants I could tell it was thick ... at least an inch and a half around.
His apartment was just across the hall from the elevator.
In a second he was fumbling at the door, pushing the key in the hole and swinging it open.
We entered and got right down to business, if I may call it that.
He turned when we reached about the center of the living room and said, "I want to watch you undress ... I want to see you take your clothes off." I didn't say anything.
I just started pulling at my clothes, removing them slowly, piece by piece.
He just stood there and watched me until I was down to my panties and bra. And then he started pulling his clothes off too.
He watched my every move.
And I'began watching him.
He was just as big and hard and long as I had thought he was.
His broad, thick, hairy chest moved in and out in heavy, rapid jerks as he looked at me standing there naked before him, watching him.
He walked over finally and took hold of both of my firm, upturned breasts in his hands and began to massage the nipples with, hard muscular fingers.
Excitement rose and came to life within my body as he teased the little pink dots of pleasure.
I was filled with delight as he continued to squeeze and pinch and rub my tits.
He moved his hands up and down on those stiffening little points of flesh and lowered his lips to my mouth. And then, sliding his hands around behind me and pulling me in a little closer, he proceeded with his lips, his tongue, his mouth to suckle on the very points where his fingers had been squeezing and pinching.
Eagerly he pressed his hard, hot cock against my lower belly, as he continued to hold my soft, smooth nipple in his mouth.
I moved my body from side to side and bucked my hips to him as I felt the passion rising within me.
He slid his hands down to my waist, pulling me in and up as he did so.
I could feel his hard cock rubbing its hot throbbing head against the smooth sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
A chill went from my head to toe as I felt the stroke of that hot, hard, long Object on me.
"I. want to eat your box," he wheezed through clenched teeth. "I want to eat you now."
He let go of my waist and slowly slid his tongue and lips down from my tits ... onto my soft, smooth belly, and then lower to that hot, juicy, waiting cunt.
I trembled at the long trail of moist warm kisses he left along my body.
I threw my head back and put my hands on his shoulders.
He ran his tongue just up and down on the lips at first.
Over and over he slid his tongue and his hot, hungry lips round and round my quivering cuntlips.
Then, suddenly, his tongue shot out and searched its way straight and deep inside those soft folds of flesh, touching, tasting, exploring my cunt hole.
Each time, I felt a shiver deep inside me that rose and sent sparks of joy to my head.
Then, suddenly, there was another hand on my tits, and another wrapped around my waist.
It was a big, hairy, dark arm with hard, rippling muscles bulging along the forearm and biceps.
I felt a hard cock begin to press against my ass as a hot, hard, hairy body moved in closer to me.
He began to move himself back and forth behind my back and I could feel his hard cock and balls moving back and forth in between my legs and jabbing now and then against the guy's chin in front, the guy who was eating my cunt.
This must have been the roommate, the friend or whatever he was and he took hold of both of my tits from behind and began to massage and squeeze and pinch them.
I shivered and quaked at the hands on my tits and the tongue up my cunt.
Then the guy behind me pushed himself forward slightly and I felt the hard, blunt, hot head of his cock pressing forward against my asshole.
I squirmed and jerked a little from the pleasure, the pain of it.
But he continued in a steady forward thrusting rhythm, I could feel that tight sphincter loosening, opening, giving way to the will of his desire and allowing entrance to his monstrous prick.
Slowly, oh so slowly, it slid up and in ... just inches at a time.
There was an itching, burning sensation at first and then just the hot fullness of his pulsating cock deep within my body.
I felt the head of his cock jerk and throb as he stiffened his hard, rough muscles against my back and ass.
He pulled my head round to the side and plunged his tongue long and hard down my throat.
I choked a bit from the position of twisting my head so far around and from the size of his tongue.
This seemed to excite the man kneeling between my legs and lapping at my cunt to even a higher pitch of frenzy.
He dug his tongue deeper, harder into my pussy, using his tongue, his teeth, his lips and face.
And the guy behind me, the guy with his cock up my asshole began to fuck me as hard as he could, slamming in and out, back and forth, slapping his belly against my ass with all his might.
He was giving me all he had and I took it, hot, fast and eagerly.
The more he would push his cock up into my ass, the harder the guy on his knees would eat at my hot, juicy, dripping cunt.
I began to tremble and moan in low short tones.
I could feel the needs inside me building and growing and seeking release.
I could feel that cock moving in and out hard and hot in my ass.
And that tongue reaching and searching out the most sensitive areas inside my pussy hole.
There was a burning, surging, rolling need rising deep within my belly.
My heartbeat quickened maddeningly with every jab of that big cock in my ass.
I trembled every time I felt that guy's tongue enter my burning cunt hole.
I was coming ... I was coming.
And they must have realized it.
They stopped all of a sudden.
I felt a sharp jolt as he pulled himself, that big cock out of my ass ... an empty, deserted feeling.
And the guy in front of me pulled away too, stood up and pulled me over toward the couch.
As I sat on the edge of the couch, I got a good look at the guy who had been fucking me in the ass. Never had I seen a body on a man quite like this one. He was huge, beautiful, and exciting.
I let my eyes drop slowly to his crotch and beheld his hard, round cock. It must have been a good three inches longer than the other guys and it had a big, pulsing vein running down one side of it.
He saw me looking at his prick and came toward me.
And that big cock of his was swinging from side to side as he moved his hard muscles nearer and nearer.
He walked straight up to me.
His cock bobbed and jerked and pulsated at every step.
He took my head in his hands and pressed my face down closer and closer to that hard pole of flesh.
"Suck on that big thing," he said.
And I did.
He pushed that cock all the way into my mouth as far as it could go and then held it there for a minute.
I coughed a little, but continued to force my lips further and further down onto that big, beautiful, hard muscle.
I could taste the rich maleness of his flesh as he became more and more aroused.
Suddenly he groaned and a stream of hot come shot forth and burned my throat as it ran down to the depths of my insides.
He just stood there for awhile as I sucked every last drop of his juice from that huge cock and the other guy looked on.
Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth, took me by the hand and said, "Let's go into the bedroom."
We, all three, headed towards the door.
When we got inside, I laid down on the top of the bed and the two guys just stood there for a few minutes, looking at me and playing with their own cocks.
Then the guy who had been eating my cunt, leaned over me at the head of the bed and took my tit deep within his mouth.
The other one was still playing with his cock. He had already come once, but I could tell he was getting back in the mood. And his cock was rising higher and higher every time he slid his hand along its length.
When that prick of his was good and hard, he lay down on the bed and buried his face and head between my legs. I could feel the hair on his face scrape against my thighs and the opening of my cunt.
His hot lips and tongue plunged again and again into that hot, eager cunt hole.
I began to roll and toss on the bed.
I bucked my hips up to meet his face as it plunged over and over into my hot, juicy cunt.
The other one got onto the bed then.
He raised himself over me on all fours and then, slowly, he moved his body up until his cock and balls were between my tits. He lowered his cock down on my tits and began to slide it up and down between them .
He bent my head forward and I took his cock into my mouth each time he came forward, releasing it as he slid back.
He did this for awhile and then he got off me and laid on the bed over to one side on his back.
He reached for me then, and pulled me over on top of him, at the same time, pulling my cunt away from the other guy's tongue. But not for long.
He turned me around there on top of his belly and made me sit so that my back was to his face and I was turned toward the foot of the bed.
Then he pulled me down onto that long, hard cock in that backward position, jamming it full length, all the way up and into my pussy.
But as he was pushing that cock into my cunt, the other guy had come over and again begun to lick there, suck there, at the same time as that cock was' sinking deeper and deeper inside.
The guy on his back began to move his hips up and down slowly then, and move my hips with his hands.
And that tongue was still licking at my cunt ... at his cock and my cunt at the same time.
Then that other man, the big, muscular one, pulled his face away and got up on his knees.
He moved in close to me then, kind of pulling the first guy's legs in a little and putting his own over those hairy thighs so that he was straddling the legs of the guy on his back and facing me directly.
He pulled up very close to me then, and rubbed his hard chest over my stiffened, erect nipples. I shivered and squirmed ... that cock in my cunt ... my tits being pressed flat.
Then he did something I had never expected.
He pulled himself hard against me and began to push his own, hard cock into my cunt right above where the other guy's cock was already pumping in and out.
I didn't know what to do. I thought I would be killed with those two huge poles of flesh stuck up inside me.
I wiggled and jerked at first, but then, as a couple of inches of that second cock had pushed its way in, I began to push and plunge my body toward it, taking more and more of it, wanting it, needing it, feeling the heightening surge of pleasure and fullness.
Soon they were both deep inside my cunt and I was writhing and shaking and screaming with pleasure.
Over and over they would ram those huge cocks into my hungry, gaping cunt.
I shivered and jumped and moved my body from side to side, taking all they could give me, more and more.
Suddenly, I felt both of those cocks begin pulsating and jerking and jamming.
The guy in front of me grabbed my head and plunged his hot, wet tongue deep into my lips.
The one on his back reached up and grabbed both of my tits and squeezed them until they burned with ecstasy.
I felt the jerking spasms of their pleasure forcing its way out into my hot, juicy cunt.
My head was throbbing from the pleasure, the passion deep within my belly seeking violent release.
Like a captive gusher it pushed itself from me, again and again I felt the thrill of those cocks in their final spasms of pleasure and my cunt taking them in great hot, fulfilling contractions of ecstasy.
I left there that night, very happy, very tired and a little bit richer.
There were others you know. But they were all just a fast buck and a goodbye. I don't even know why I really remember those two so well, but I do.
The next one that still holds an important place in my mind was kind of a surprise in a way.
You know, I never expected the good life. I really never thought I'd have-many of the things people are always talking about. I mean, I've had lots of things offered to me from time to time, but I've always ended up going back to my own ways, my own things whatever they may be.
But I was kept by a very wealthy man, Claude was his name.
He was much older than me and he liked me very much. I guess he loved me in his way. I mean, he was nice to me in a way that made me think he loved me.
He would do nice little things for me, you know....
I don't think I even liked going to bed with him at first. I don't know, older men just weren't my stick.
I did though, of course.
I can remember the first time we met.
We were at a party given by a friend of mine. I had been there for about an hour, laughing and talking and having a great time of it.
He just came up to me at one point, introduced himself and sat down and started talking.
He told me a little bit about himself. Nothing much, you know, just the general things that people at parties tell you.
And I found that my interest kind of grew in him. The longer he talked, the more interesting he became. Now that I think back on it, he was really a pretty sharp old guy in his way.
Anyway, he finally invited me up to his place and I accepted.
He lived on Fifth Avenue in a classy place overlooking Central Park. I remember, when I walked into the living room, I kind of let my eyes roam around, seeing, touching and appreciating his good taste. I even thought that maybe, someday, I would have a place like that.
He noticed the look on my face and gave me a quick tour of the place.
We came back to the living room and sat on the couch after that, and he wasted no time in letting me know what he wanted. "I'm sure anxious to stick my cock into you," he said as he looked directly into my eyes.
I think his blunt expression almost shocked me. Not, of course, because I hadn't heard it before, but because it seemed so out of place with him and the apartment and so on. But I said nothing.
"I'll bet you really know how to satisfy a guy. I can tell just by looking.
A kind of chill went down my back as he put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it across my neck.
He moved a little closer to me then, and put his arm further around me.
I leaned my head over casually and rested it on his shoulder.
He started playing with the hair at the nape of my neck and blowing into my ear.
I shivered at this a little, and he pressed my head a little closer to him.
Then he slid his other hand slowly up from where it had been resting, placing it on my breast and began to massage one of my tits very gently with moist, nervous fingertips.
I closed my eyes and moaned a little. I felt the nipples of my tits begin to get hard and the excitement his touch generated leapt from those tender, sensitive tips of flesh down through my belly and to that place between my legs.
Then he began to loosen the buttons of my blouse.
I leaned forward a little so he could reach them. One by one they came loose and soon his fingers were sliding over the soft, smooth flesh of my back and shoulders.
I shivered as he moved his hands up and down with such a light, tender touch.
I placed my right hand up on his leg and rubbed the big, hard cock there through his bulging pants.
I could feel it throb and jump in my hand. It was very hard ... rock hard.
I stopped for a moment and he took off my blouse and bra and let my firm, hot, upturned tits stand right out there to his view.
He looked at them for a moment as I continued to play with his hard cock.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and took my right tit into his mouth as far as he could and sucked it, licking and nipping it right on the tip.
I moved my hand to the zipper of his pants then, and pulled it down. Then I pushed inside and pulled his stiff hard cock out into the open.
I held that cock in my hand and felt the rhythmic spasms along its length, then I began to slide my fingers up and down alongs its hard throbbing length.
He began to moan softly as I continued to tease his cock.
His hands groped wildly for my tits and once finding them, he began to squeeze with more passion and vehemence than ever.
Our sensual pleasure began to rise. I was enjoying the thrills his fingers were sending into my body from his squeezing ... his pinching and rolling around of my soft womanly globes of flesh.
His cock was hard and throbbed hotly in my hand as I pumped the skin back and forth over the head of it.
We quaked and shook and jostled ourselves about as the joy and delight rose within us.
My clothes just seemed to fall from my body.
And his gaze grew wider and more intent as each piece fell and exposed more of my nakedness.
When I was completely naked, he too began to take off his clothes, still staring at me with that look of frenzy in his eyes.
He stood then, and removed everything from a large glass cocktail table directly in front of the couch. Then he pulled me up and lay me down on my back on that thick, slick glass.
From somewhere, he pulled out four silk stockings. He said nothing. He just began tying one of the stockings around my right wrist. He worked quickly and before I really knew what had happened, he had both of my arms and one of my legs tied to the legs of that oblong table. He was working on the other leg when I started to try to rise, to resist.
He stopped then, and took both of my tits in his hands and began to pinch both of the nipples at the same time. I squirmed a bit from the sharp feeling of pleasure and pain that shot through my body.
He went then to the end of the table where my legs were spread wide apart and knelt down on the floor and began to lick my thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled my hips at his touch, at his tongue working its way along my soft, sensitive flesh.
He moved himself up slightly, grabbed my tits in his hands and dug his head and face deep into my cunt.
I jumped and pitched my body in an ecstasy of pleasure as I felt his tongue dig deep into my cunt and his fingers grinding down onto the tips of my nipples.
I loved the feeling of his hands, his lips, his tongue tasting, touching, exploring my body.
And even in that helpless position, I tried to raise my hips up toward his face, tried to get my cunt around his tongue.
He raised himself up again and then got onto the table with me.
He sort of sat on his haunches and brought his cock to just within a few inches from my mouth.
Slowly he began to press and push his big, hard, hot cock between my warm quivering lips.
First, just the head went in, and he pushed it in and out rapidly. And it got harder each time he lunged forward.
Then he began to push harder and pant loudly at the same time. Again and again until his cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
Then 'he lunged hard and pushed the whole length of it into my mouth and down my throat.
I gagged and choked and coughed, but he continued to shove that cock in and out ... harder and harder ... further and further.
I could feel his body shaking and trembling from the delight he was feeling.
He leaned over me further now, almost lying on my face, and jammed his cock in and out brutally, violently.
His body was vibrating all over now, he was moaning and groaning and grunting.
I knew he was coming.
His cock, far down my throat began pulsating and throbbing and jerking.
And with one final jab deep in my mouth, deep in my throat....
His come shot ... hot liquid fire, over and over in short, jerky spasms against the roof of my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat.
Again and again I felt the contractions of that big, hot cock as it released his passion into my mouth.
Then he was breathing softer and was almost limp on top of me.
He began pulling his dripping cock back out of my mouth, but I still sucked and licked the head of it which made him jump with pleasure now.
He raised up and moved himself down to my feet again.
And stuck his tongue back into my cunt.
I was fully aroused by now and the touch of his tongue made my thighs quiver with pleasure and delight.
He knelt down and really went to work on me. Again and again he pressed his hot mouth down on my cunt. He slid his tongue and lips over it ... in it ... deeper and deeper.
I squirmed and thrased my body as much as I could in those bindings.
He took both of his hands and held the lips of my cunt open and stuck his tongue in even further, deep with me, licking the inner sides of my cunt.
The hot, wet tongue inside me seemed almost too much to endure, the pleasure, the thrill sent frenzied electric sparks along my spine. I could feel my body bouncing up and down as he kept his tongue sending hot, sharp flames into my juicy cunt.
Suddenly, I was coming. I was coming like I'd never come before.
Lashed to the top of that table, with his hot tongue plunging deeper and deeper into my hot throbbing cunt, it was happening.
I had to come. I couldn't stand it anymore.
I was overcome with frenzied frantic.
My heart was pounding until I thought it would burst. My tits stuck up, straight and hard.
I looked down at him with his head between my legs.
And suddenly, from deep inside, rising to the surface, I felt the fire of my passion leap forth and leap into his hungry, working mouth.
He bobbed his head faster and faster as that come flowed onto his tongue. He sucked and lapped at it and began to jerk himself off.
He was coming too.
He pressed his mouth tightly around my cunt to catch every drop on his tongue, his lips, as his own come shot out and landed beneath the table.
When it was finished, he got up and released me from the stockings and we sat on the couch in the nude and just talked for awhile.
He asked me about myself and I told him all I could ... all I would anyway. Then he told me he was very fond of me and would like to do something nice for me.
A little while later, we went to bed and had sex again, I think ... anyway, I stayed the night.
When I got up the next morning and was just about to leave, he stuck a check in my purse for a hundred dollars.
I heard from him many times after that. We got so that we went out together at least twice a week and he was paying most of my bills and sending me money besides.
About two years ago though, he wanted to go to Europe. He asked me to go with him, but for some strange reason I said no.
His plane crashed just outside of Paris and he was killed. I wasn't notified or anything, of course, I just saw it in the papers a few days after it happened.
I really felt awful about it. I mean I cried and everything. He was the first man to be nice to me since Ronny.
And his niceness didn't stop there.
A few days later I got a letter from a lawyer telling me to meet with him and sign some papers. The old man, Claude, had put me into his will.
I met the lawyer and he told me that Claude had given me his apartment on Fifth Avenue, where I now live, and a large sum of money.
I accepted, of course, and have lived there ever since.
I still have my regulars, but I never have to walk the streets anymore. I guess I don't really have to work at all, but what business I do do, I do over the phone.
More and more lately, I just stay home, puttering around the house and watching the people in the park from my living room window.
This was Vyna's last interview.
I have heard from her from time to time when she just wants to talk and she seems to be carrying on her life in her usual pattern.
She still has her affairs and is still very much a prostitute, even in her Fifth Avenue apartment.
I am tempted to wonder sometimes if she is not still looking for that man whose finger fits that onyx ring she still keeps tucked away in one of her bureau drawers.
CASE NUMBER TWO
Wanda is an attractive, thirty-year-old woman. To see her though, one would never realize it. She has light blonde hair, and hazel eyes and is tall and slender. She is a very serene looking woman, a fashion model type with a thin, expressive face.
She is five feet, eight inches tall and weighs one hundred and twelve pounds.
She was the oldest girl of three girls and five boys in her family. Her parents were of the very rigid, 'old-school' type and lived in upstate New York until Wanda was fourteen. They moved then to the upper West Side of Manhattan.
She was married at seventeen, leaving her family then, never to return. Her husband, however, left the very night of their marriage to go overseas. He was in the navy when she married him. After several months she lost touch with him and has never heard from him since.
Wanda was very outspoken throughout the interview and never indicated shame or embarrassment concerning any of the things she said or any of the experiences she revealed.
You know, Miss Maloney, taking money for sex to me is not far different from having a job in a stuffy office and typing all day or something like that ... except that I wouldn't have a job in a stuffy office for anything. I mean, I work and make my money just like anyone else, except I also enjoy it.
A long time ago, I guess I had about the same notions as most women who were brought up the way I was ... like when I met Rod.
I was an ordinary seventeen-year-old, at the time, with the same dreams and plans as every other girl on the block. I wanted to get married, settle down with my husband and raise a family.
That was then, and I've changed a lot since that time.
I can remember the first night Rod and I spent together. He was only nineteen and I was seventeen. We had known each other only a few days. We had gone to the movies a few times and had sat in the park and held hands at night.
I didn't know why I started getting serious about him after the first week. I was with him constantly and missed him terribly when he was away somewhere.
He seemed to feel the same way too and after we had known each other for about three months he asked me to marry him.
I'll never forget the way I felt the first night I was truly alone with him, the day before we got married.
Although my parents had always been pretty strict with me up until that time, they had begun to trust Rod and me together, simply, I think, because we were getting married. Anyway, we could do pretty much what we wanted most of the time.
A few of Rod's buddies had given us a party to celebrate our marriage and also because Rod was scheduled to go overseas with his outfit soon. The party was a ball. I danced and had fun all night. I drank for the first time in my life and didn't even have to worry about getting hell from my father.
I was feeling very happy and both Rod and I were quite drunk. I couldn't tell it so much from the way he looked, but I sure could from the way he acted and talked.
We were sitting on a couch in the den talking, I remember, with a few of his friends. But one by one, they just sort of got up and left and went into the other room.
And we were alone.
He put his hand on my knee and rubbed it very softly up and down. Then he put his other hand around my shoulder and snuggled me closer and closer to him.
I loved the feel of my head resting on his broad, solid shoulder and chest. I always felt a kind of butterfly feeling every time he held me that way.
Tonight was no exception.
I felt his hand sliding gently up and down my leg for a long time and I just sat there with my eyes closed, leaning against him. The sensation I felt from his touch was getting stronger and more intense each second.
He pulled my head slightly around and placed his slightly parted lips against mine. His tongue reached out and found my tongue and roamed round and round between my lips and over my white, even teeth.
The feeling of his lips on mine sent goose bumps up one side of my body and down the other. I could feel as each one popped out and sent a little chill of excitement along my spine.
I pushed my mouth more tightly to his without really realizing it and again I felt the strange tickling sensation growing deep within me.
I squirmed a little and leaned closer to him.
Suddenly, his hand was moving up from my knee to my thigh. He paused there for a moment and squeezed the soft flesh of my inner thigh.
Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his hand up higher and higher until I felt his fingers move under the elastic of my panties and stop just at the lips of my cunt.
He rubbed and squeezed my thigh, right at the lips of my cunt and I opened my legs slightly to let him go even further.
But some of the guests came back in then, and we had to stop. I was really a little disappointed. I had had my first taste of love-making with Rod and I wanted more.
But, of course, there was nothing I, or we could do at that point.
After the party, however, neither of us wanted to go home. I mean, to our separate homes. We wanted to finish what we had started there on that couch. I must admit that I was anxious to crawl into bed with him. He was really the first man I had wanted to be with.
I was no virgin by any means, despite my parents strictness. I had had sex before, but it was, what you might call, childish and experimental.
I had been fucked by a boy in school when my family was still living in Mt. 'vernon.
I didn't like it very much. It hurt.
And the next time, it was with the same boy's brother, and he was no better.
But tonight, I felt different.
I really wanted Rod. I wanted him to be a part of me and I wanted to be a part of him.
I think he wanted and felt the same thing.
We walked down the street from the party, arm in arm. We didn't say much, just walked, holding each other tightly and feeling.
"Let's go to my house," Rod suggested finally. "My father is out tonight. He's staying with some friends in New Jersey and we can be alone."
I shook my head in assent and we headed off in the direction of his home.
He made us some coffee as soon as we got inside and put on some records.
We sat awhile and drank the hot, black liquid and he kept looking at me as we talked, as though he'd never seen me before.
I felt the same chill I always feel when I felt his eyes roaming about on my body, seeing ... appreciating.
Rod pulled off his loafers finally, and sat them beside the couch, lying down with his head in my lap.
I stroked his forehead softly with my palm as he lay there and I ran my hand down inside his shirt to feel his hard, hairy chest. The touch of my fingers running through the thin layer of hair there gave me a thrill of excitement and pleasure. I just knew it was going to be like this after we were married.
I pushed my hand down a little further each time, at each stroke.
And he snuggled his head deeper and deeper into my lap.
I unbuttoned his shirt and looked down upon his hard, firm, muscular chest.
I rubbed my hand over his entire body and chest from his belt to his shoulders. I tickled at the heavy line of hair that went down into his pants.
And. there was a growing bulge in his pants. It was jumping and pulsating and growing, just along his left thigh.
Rod reached up and put his right hand on one of my tits and began to squeeze.
I felt the sparks of sensation shooting through my breast from his fingertips.
I rubbed his belly and watched his cock jump and bulge through the material of his pants.
Then he unbuttoned my dress and loosened my bra and pulled one of my smooth, waiting tits free.
The touch of his not, moist hand on that soft, sensitive flesh made me quiver and moan a little.
He began squeezing, ever so gently.
I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to touch me, to know every inch of my body.
I looked down into his face with the pleasure I felt beaming from my eyes and his gaze carried with it his own desire and arousal.
I pushed my hand down inside his pants then and felt his hard throbbing cock with my fingers. It jumped a little as I touched it and pulsated even more.
His passion was rising higher and higher, as was my own, as I rubbed my fingers over, up and down on that hot cock, pushing itself further and further down his pants leg.
"Take off your clothes," he whispered.
We got up and started pulling at our clothes then, letting it fall anywhere it dropped.
Then, naked finally, we stood there and looked at each other.
He came closer to me and my heart pounded from the very thought of his naked flesh rubbing and squeezing against mine.
He put his arms around me and squeezed. He placed his lips over my waiting, hungry lips.
His hot, hard cock throbbed and jerked against my lower belly as he held me in his arms.
I shook and moaned at the touch of his rigid body and that hard cock pressing against me.
He pulled my head even harder to his mouth and ran his tongue back the full length of my mouth.
I felt a chill of pleasure as his hot wet tongue touched the roof of my mouth and continued to slide up and down on each side of my tongue.
My heart pounded, faster and faster as he pushed his mouth down harder and harder on my lips and he rubbed his body closer and closer to my own, pressing my breasts flat and tickling the nipples with the hair on his chest.
Rod was breathing hard now, wheezing and gasping for air as his tongue explored and tasted the sweetness of my lips.
He moved his head down from my mouth, to my throat, to my breast and took my right tit into his mouth and began to suckle on it, pulling it far in between his lips.
I reached down and took hold of his hot, throbbing cock and began to rub my fingers around its long, hard shaft ... move the flesh back and forth ... squeeze the head lightly, gently.
He moaned again, louder this time and bit down hard right on the end of my tit.
I leaned myself back and pressed my cunt hard against his right thigh and rubbed it up and down against that hard hairy, muscular leg.
My tits were throbbing and swelling and stiffening with each nip of his anxious teeth, every movement of his hot tongue.
Now he wanted me, wanted me desperately. He took me by the hand and led me off to the bedroom, his bedroom and I sat on the bed and looked at him as he pushed me gently down.
His big cock bobbed up and down as he stood there in front of me.
He pushed me back down onto my back on the bed and mounted right above me. He took his cock in his right hand and put the head of it into my hot, juicy cunt.
A thrill shot up to my head from that point of contact as I felt his hot, throbbing prick between the lips of my cunt.
I wanted to scream, the pleasure was so great. I pushed my hips up off the bed to force his cock further, deeper, but he pulled his body back just enough to keep only the head in, just inches inside my cunt hole ... just a little past the lips.
The pleasure was maddening. I wanted all of that huge cock rammed inside me. But each time I pushed my cunt up to reach him, he moved back and bit into my tits with a savage fury.
I moaned and groaned and pleaded with him, but he just teased me all the more. He wiggled and moved his cock around and around right there at the opening of the tight lips of my hairy, young, juicy cunt hole.
Finally, in one mad passionate lunge, he plunged his beautiful, big, hard cock down, down, down into the innermost reaches of my cunt and rested it there as I squirmed and bucked up under him.
I felt the hot fury of that plunge.
I gasped with the pleasure of his flesh sliding in.
All of it was in now, and I was gasping and writhing and trying to get more and more.
He was panting and shaking now and he bit my tits and plunged that big, hard dick again and again into that cunt hole between my legs.
I thrashed and kicked and raised my legs higher and higher to let his big round balls bounce back and forth against my thighs, my ass, as he plunged deeper and deeper.
I slid my hands up and down his back, pushed my fingers through his hair.
And he fucked me.
My hot, young cunt ached with the pleasure of that hard cock jabbing hard and fast.
I bit his neck, his ear. I licked the sweat from his face in the frenzy of lust that was upon me.
Our bodies were joined, connected, completely and totally. The waves of our passion rose and washed over us, rolling us, tossing us up toward the very heights of ecstasy.
The blood roared and pounded through my temples.
His cock seemed to get harder and harder, longer and longer with each violent lunge into my cunt.
Lust grew and burst within my belly with each stroke.
He began to pant and gasp and jerk in a spasmodic rhythm.
He was coming, I knew....
His hot, burning come began to leap into my cunt from the head of that hard, pulsating prick digging deep within me.
I trembled as I felt the fiery flashes filling my cunt to overflowing.
And with a deep moan of pleasure, I felt my own body giving of itself. My own love fluid flowing and mixing with his.
I screamed with the pleasure as the last drop rose from deep within me.
Our bodies shook in great spasms of convulsive pleasure. We clutched and rolled and thrashed around on the bed as though our very lives depended on it.
And then it was over.
We lay there, his big, juicy, hot cock stuck deep in my throbbing, aching cunt.
Our hearts were beating against one another like a storm.
He pulled away finally and withdrew his big, dripping dick, got up and walked across the room to the door.
I watched that big cock bobbing up and down as he moved his muscular hairy body.
I got up after a few minutes and followed him into the other room.
We sat on the couch in the nude and kissed and made love until morning.
Arousal came intermittently throughout the rest of the night. Sometimes I'd hold his cock in my hand and just watch it grow and stiffen as I wrapped my hot fingers around it. I'd jack him off a little and he'd put his hands between my legs and jam one of his fingers into my cunt.
And we fucked, how we fucked, until morning.
Our wedding morning.
I left him and hurried home to get ready.
I was nervous and shaking all over.
I spent three hours, I think, just looking at my nude body in the mirror. I wanted to see, to remember the pleasure we had shared during the night.
Later that day we were married.
It was a beautiful wedding. The kind every girl dreams of.
All of our friends were there and I loved that man so much I could hardly take my eyes off him long enough for the picture.
Everyone seemed so happy.
I threw the bouquet to my best girlfriend and, at that moment, I was the happiest girl in the world.
We left the church and drove off toward the west side of town. I didn't know where we were going, why we were going, but Rod apparently did.
He stopped the car finally and pulled me out the door. He led me into a building and up the stairs to a door with his name on it, preceded by Mr. & Mrs. This was our apartment.
He had rented it a few days before in secret.
He carried me over the threshhold and into the living room where a few of our friends were gathered to have a farewell drink with Rod.
He was on his way overseas and would be gone three years.
I think I cried a little, thinking about it then, right there in front of everyone.
We drank a little, danced a little, laughed a little, and then Rod changed into his uniform and I into his favorite dress.
Our friends came with us to the station as I waved goodbye to him.
Then he was gone.
The next few weeks were very lonely and empty for me.
I wrote to Rod every day. And I'd lay in our bedroom on the bed and daydream for hours and hours about him and what we would do when he came back.
Soon I received a letter from him.
It was a very short letter, but it was a letter.
Dear Wanda, I'm sorry I haven't been able to write sooner, but I've been kept pretty busy around here.
Just a note to let you know I'm thinking of you.
Will write again and tell you all about life over here as soon as I get the chance ... promise.
Love always, Rod
It wasn't much of a letter really, but I framed it and put it in a scrap book I was keeping for us.
I guess I got other letters after that too, but I don't remember how many.
Eventually though, he stopped writing, stopped sending the checks too.
And one day, about six or eight months later, I sat down and wrote him the last letter I ever wrote to him. I don't even remember what I said in it. I guess it's not important.
I wouldn't have been too upset simply about his not writing. Rod wasn't much of a letter writer.
But I saw a friend of his who had just come back from Germany.
He stopped by the house because he was in town and Rod had given him our address. We had a nice chat about Rod and Germany and life overseas and so on and so on ... nothing important, you know.
But a few days later, you know how things are, I saw one of my girlfriends who knew the guy and they, too, had talked about Rod.
He had told her that Rod was living with some woman in Germany and they were expecting a child.
I didn't know whether to believe it or not, but I was heart-broken at the thought.
Of course, eventually I had to believe it.
I laid in my bed and cried night after night for nearly three weeks. Every time I thought of what I now knew I'd start to cry again.
I kept trying to think that Shelley, Rod's friend, was lying, just trying to tease me, just trying to get into my pants. Anything but the truth.
I waited and waited to hear from Rod, but word never came, and, of course, there was no money coming either.
Finally, I had to go out and get a job to support myself. I did some typing jobs sort of free lance and made a little.
And then Shelley started dropping by every once in awhile. And he always brought some little present or other for me.
I was pretty annoyed at first, but he kept on coming anyway.
Soon I began to expect him at least once a week.
Soon I looked forward to his coming. Why not? By that time I had really resigned myself to the facts of life and didn't really ever expect to see Rod again.
Shelley and I started going places together, to the park, to shows, to dances and parties.
Now and then he'd stop by with some of his friends and we'd all have a drink or two, you know, just some pleasant times and good company.
I really like him, like him coming by. I was lonely and he gave me things to do, to think about that kept my mind off of Rod.
I guess we had been going out together for nearly two months when, one night, he stopped by the apartment with a couple of his buddies.
They had brought several fifths of whiskey with them and one of the fellows put two little brown bags down on the table.
When I asked about the bags, they just laughed at me and said, "What's the rush? You'll know soon enough."
I got some ice from the kitchen and some glasses, and brought them out for the drinks.
Shelley mixed and poured while one of his friends was busy pouring something out of one of the little brown bags into cigarette paper.
He rolled it up into a small cigarette and began to smoke it.
He passed it around the room and each of the men took a long, slow puff on it.
Then it was passed to me.
I was a little frightened at first, but, after choking and coughing, I finally caught on.
We all took up our drinks and settled back in our places.
We sat and talked and laughed for some time and then I noticed something I thought was strange.
One of the guys was just sitting, suddenly very quiet, and he was staring off into space.
And I was doing it too, just every now and then, you know, like it kind of came and went. A strange, funny, light feeling in my head.
Finally, Shelley got up and walked over to me on the couch.
I watched him coming closer and closer and thought nothing more than that he was coming to sit with me.
He sat down on the couch beside me and put both of his arms around me. He pressed his lips down tightly on mine and I responded. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slide inside. I leaned my head back and he stuck his tongue far into my mouth, down my throat.
I closed my eyes and felt a thrill of ecstasy shoot to my head from the pressure of his hot lips on my own and his tongue exploring at the back of my mouth.
I opened my eyes once in awhile and could see that his buddies were looking anxiously over at us in our lovemaking.
I felt Shelley's insistent fingers pulling at the buttons of my blouse. I felt him loosen my bra and let it slide off with my blouse.
I saw the eyes of his two friends grow wide with arousal and appreciation at what they saw before them.
Shelley raised himself from me and removed his shirt and tee shirt. His broad thick muscles seemed to ripple as he leaned forward again and took one of my tits into his hand.
The sensation that went right through me at his touch was strange and new. I had never felt like this before. I wanted him to squeeze my tits until they burned with pleasure.
I grew hot somewhere deep inside, my cheeks felt flushed.
His hungry tongue continued to bury itself deep inside my waiting, eager mouth and I was filled with the passion of his desires.
His hands slowly slid down my breast over the soft, smooth flesh of my belly. I felt them moving slowly, surely down and over me ... over the soft flesh that gave him pleasure ... that gave him a wild, tingling sensation at the base of my belly ... that created passion and arousal in me so that I cried out and moaned at his every touch, his every movement.
His hands were at my waist now. They began to move around to my sides as he took hold of the zipper of my skirt and slid it down.
Suddenly, I was naked ... half lying, half sitting on the couch with my head thrown back in a wild frenzy.
And Shelley's huge naked body was over me.
"Eat her cunt," the voice of one of his buddies called out and, with no hesitation, Shelley lowered his huge head in between my legs.
I felt his hot lips and tongue lapping and sliding between my hot hungry thighs.
He pressed his face deep into my cunt hole, his hot tongue shot out, afire with passion and hunger.
One of the two guys joined us. The tall lean one of the two.
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. I could see the huge bulge in his pants where his cock pulsated beneath the material.
He pulled his clothes off hurriedly, piece by piece.
His shirt was off, then his tee shirt. I watched his long, lean body quiver as he pulled the shirt up and over his head. His flesh rippled as he bent forward and tugged that material.
Soon the upper half of his body was exposed to my view.
I raised and lowered my cunt as Shelley's mouth continued the ritualistic motions he had begun, what seemed like centuries ago, and I watched the man across the room.
He came toward us now, dropping his pants on the floor as he crossed the room.
I saw his huge, round, hard cock jutting straight out from his groin and pointing straight and long in my direction.
He pulled himself onto the couch and took my tits in his hands.
I closed my eyes as he and Shelley filled me with orgiastic passion.
I felt the head of the lean man's huge cock hard as it touched against my lips. Hungrily, I sucked at it until it was deep inside my mouth.
I groaned and bucked my hips in motion to Shelley's busy tongue.
I ran my fingers through the curly hair around the lean man's cock and on his big, hot balls.
I thrust my head forward onto that cock. I forced it down, down deep inside my hot waiting throat. He moaned and squeezed my tits with greater fury as I lashed my hot tongue again and again about the head of his big, hard cock.
Gently, I stuck the tip of my tongue into the hole in the center of the big head on his cock.
His body jerked and quivered as I licked his heavily moistened organ with my hot, quivering tongue.
A third body entered the group. The other man.
I was moved to a flat position on the couch and continued to thrust my cunt upward toward Shelley's mouth, and pull the other man's cock deep within my mouth.
Shelley's tongue was getting hotter and hotter as he continued to thrust it deeper and deeper into my hot, juicy cunt.
The third man started sucking at my tits as the one with his cock in my mouth moved up closer to my face.
I could feel his big balls lashing against my chin and lower lip as he thrust that big cock into my mouth.
He pushed and thrust more rapidly now with a circular rolling motion.
Soon he was panting and bouncing above my face with unleashed fury.
I got a hold and tugged, and teased at his balls, pulled the fine hair .that rubbed across my face as that huge cock tore into my mouth.
The air was heavy with moans and sighs as his hard round organ began to jerk and plunge and spurt the love juice of his pleasure into my mouth and down my hot, moist, eager throat.
Again and again, his juice darted out of the head of his pulsating cock.
I swallowed fast and hard to keep from choking.
And then he withdrew.
But his friend, the one who had been sucking on my tits, pushed his cock right in after him.
Shelly raised his head up from my cunt and slid his tongue up the top of the slit to the spot where the two lips meet and come together ... to my clit.
I could feel his hot, wet tongue barely touching the moist sensitive hair. I raised my hips to catch the tip of his hot tongue on that spot where I needed it.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to run his slick hot moist tongue over my body.
He licked the bottom of my hot, undulating belly and let his saliva run down into my hot, tantalized cunt.
I shivered with pleasure as I felt it slide from his lips and tongue onto my hair and down to the lips of my hot cunt. He licked it up as fast as it ran down.
He teased my navel with the tip of his tongue until I screamed with pleasure. I rolled and tossed my cunt and ass about the couch as he tickled my belly and licked my flesh with his hard, hot, moist tongue.
His lips, his tongue dug deep in again and again, exciting ... stimulating ... as, in a rage of lust, I thrust myself upward to meet his every advance.
His lips reached my tits finally and his warm, hard, stiff tongue washed at the nipples of each of them with the hot moisture from his tireless lips.
He took each nipple into his mouth and sucked at them until I could feel the burning, surging pleasure deep down somewhere inside.
His head was rubbing up and down between the cheeks of his buddies ass as he sucked and nipped at the-hard stiff points at the end of my breasts.
And I was sucking that big, hot cock of his buddie's in a mad rage of excitement of passion of lust.
Slowly, Shelley raised up. He moved his body a little higher on mine.
I could feel the head of his big cock as it touched the lips of my cunt.
I could feel the head of his big cock as it touched the lips of my cunt.
And he remained some time over me that way, just bobbing that big cock up and down over the lips of my cunt, just entering my pussy for a long time.
I wanted him inside me.
Deep inside me.
I raised myself up slowly, receiving his huge, hot cock very, very gradually. He didn't just plunge in, he didn't even push that cock inside of me steadily. He stopped every now and then and just stayed at the level he had reached, almost making me scream with frustration.
I shook and quivered as I felt his huge, round, hard cock slide inch by gigantic inch, slowly, maddeningly into my pussy.
The room was filled with soft moaning sounds. Bodies merging into bodies ... flesh rubbing against flesh.
Organs slid and pressed against other heavily moistened organs.
My heart began to send tremors of pleasure to all the parts of my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my skull.
We were all coming to the ultimate crescendo of orgiastic climax.
Shelley finally jammed that great cock in full length and began to pant and groan as he pounded himself to me again and again.
I held the other guy's balls tightly in my hands as he pulled his cock down into my mouth again and again.
Our tempo increased.
Our three bodies merged into one, single being.
Each movement, each feeling, each pleasure was experienced by all.
Arms and legs seemed everywhere.
I was in a sea of hard male bodies, and cocks, and balls.
Then I felt the fire surging up in me. The pressure began to build and my whole being was throbbing and seeking for release. My head rang ... my eyes were blurred.
All I felt, all I heard was the frenzied passion of our bodies pounding together over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster.
We were there. Almost there.
I bucked and kicked and raised my legs high up over Shelley's head as he moaned and jammed his huge cock deep into my contracting cunt, filling me with his spasms of hot, shooting delight.
His buddie's cock jumped and throbbed in my mouth as the hot, sweet come darted out and filled me with its hot, bittersweet, salty taste.
Shelley's hard, hot cock was spitting and spouting forth the fire of his passion deep inside my cunt.
He moaned and thrust his big, hot cock up far inside my cunt as he shot his big load.
I felt my cunt throbbing and burning from the pressure within me ... building ... building and seeking release.
I screamed and moaned as it thrust forward and mingled with the rich, hot love juice that Shelley had shot there into me.
I bucked my hips and pulled at the balls in my face.
I sucked that cock still throbbing in my mouth as my love canal was drained of its passions.
My hot lips drained the cock before me and my cunt contracted on that cock stuck deep within my belly.
We all remained locked together for some few minutes, feeling the tremblings of our bodies subside slowly, leaving up limp and exhausted.
Shelley and the two fellows left the next morning, but not until after we had all had sex again.
I got up and went to work.
I thought about what had happened that night all through the next day. And each time I thought about it, I would feel a release of the pressure that had been building up inside me for a long time, somehow I felt I was getting back at Rod.
I was sure that I had done nothing wrong. If what Shelley had said was true (and by that time I believed it) then there was absolutely no reason on the face of the earth that I should not live my own life as I wanted to.
I just didn't care anymore.
Shelley and his buddies returned again and again and we tasted the pleasures of passion often.
They even started bringing other guys with them.
I didn't like some of them too much, but I went to bed with them anyway.
Sometimes, some of the new ones, the ones I hadn't known before, sometimes they'd come around alone and we'd have sex. It was no big thing. I didn't particularly like them ... didn't dislike them.
It was something to do.
I'd eat their cocks and lick their bodies and give them pleasure.
Sometimes they gave me some.
Then they'd go away and I'd forget them.
One year in the winter, I was laid off at my job.
I had used up all my savings and had no income at all.
I was visiting with a friend of mine who lived in the building, Angela, and telling her about my problems, my problems with work and everything ... not finding a new job ... not being able to pay my bills ... having no money ... the whole thing.
You know, it never had occurred to me before that day that Angela never worked and yet always seemed to have plenty of bread.
Anyway, she tinned to me and said in a completely serious tone of voice, "Haven't you ever asked any of your fellas for money?"
I shook my head no, a little dumbfounded at the question.
"That's the way I make it, honey. There's plenty of them out there willing to pay whatever you want just to get into your panties."
I guess I looked at her kind of stupidly for a minute.
Of course there were. And of course I knew it ... had always known it. But somehow the idea had just never occurred to me.
And why not?
I was having sex with all those guys anyway. Why not get something out of it?
I guess I just didn't know how to begin, what to do first ... how to go about it.
But Angela helped me out there too.
She told me that a friend of hers was giving a stag party that weekend and I could come along if I really wanted to.
The party was to be in some swank mid-Manhattan hotel and all the girls had to do was be there and go with any guy that picked them.
Each girl was to get fifty bucks for the night and, of course, whatever she could get out of the guy she went with.
It was one of those all weekend parties and would entail staying at the hotel or with the guy or guys until Sunday night or probably Monday morning.
It sounded good to me.
Angela would be there to help me out if I needed it, and I could pick up some fast money in the process ... and get out of the whole scene afterwards ... if I still wanted to.
I met Angela on Friday night at eight o'clock at her apartment.
I had spent almost the entire afternoon getting ready to go.
I had finally, to go out and buy a new dress as none of those I already had were the right kind, according to Angela.
In fact, she went with me and loaned me the money. She told me I could pay her back when I was straight again.
We settled on a very sheer, see-through material sort of dress with no back. She told me that it would show off my best features and would get me the most looks, the most offers.
Angela was really very nice to me in her way. I think she was kind of my guardian angel, pardon the pun. I don't know what I would have done sometimes if she had not come to my rescue.
Anyway, we got the dress and I took it home and got ready.
When I showed up at Angela's apartment, she looked great, all in blue. She said it was her favorite color and she did look very, very attractive in it. I could see why she always had plenty of money.
Then we were on our way.
We caught a cab and were there in no time.
We walked into a very large apartment on the twenty-third floor in a very, very ritzy building. We walked through a huge foyer and left our coats.
I was wild-eyed at the flair and elegance of the place. I just stood for a long moment and looked around.
Then Angela took me to meet the host. As he was a friend of hers, we got our fifty bucks right away.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked around and looked at the place and the men, however.
They were mostly all in their forties and most of them were balding, some only a little, some completely.
I wanted to leave and go home right then and there, but it was too late.
Besides I needed that money.
I walked very close to Angela. I guess she could see that I was scared. I was shaking all over and my face felt hot and feverish.
I didn't care if I ever got anywhere right at that moment.
I just wanted to get out of that room.
Each time one of those guys looked at me, my heart skipped a beat. My throat was dry and raspy and my head seemed to be spinning around and around. I was really afraid to look at any of those guys or have them look at me.
I kept thinking, 'he might be the one I'll have to go with.'
Angela took me to the bar and I drank down two martinis, one right after the other.
I began to feel a little better then. I felt some of the life and bounce coming back into my body and the warm glow of the alcohol making my fingers and toes tingle.
I guess the liquor got my courage up because I felt like I could then take on all comers.
I heard music playing, live music, in a corner of the room.
And the group of girls began to grow.
They all walked over to Angela, said hi and Angela introduced them to me one by one.
There were lots and lots of girls, but Angela and I and three more stood close by one of the window off to the right and just talked a bit.
The band finally began to play soft, romantic tunes one right after the other. The party had begun.
One by one, the five of us were taken off and onto the dance floor.
I was the third to leave the group.
A short, balding man who looked like he was in his fifties, walked over to me and took my hand.
I put my drink down on the small table close by and he led me out into the center of the floor.
We danced four dances, straight through.
He held me very close to his fat, paunchy stomach and leaned his head far down on my shoulder.
Every now and then he would try to move his cock in between my legs but, either it was too short to reach because of his belly or it was so small altogether for I never felt a thing. I wondered if he did.
The other girls laughed when I told them about this.
We danced and danced on and on that night. Every time I'd turn around that same little man was at my shoulder.
Soon I began to notice that from time to time one or another of the girls would disappear for awhile. In about an hour or so she'd be back, looking sometimes a little disheveled.
I guessed that they were off earning their money.
And finally it came my turn to disappear. I had almost begun to think I'd be able to spend the night just dancing, take my fifty and go.
But my little, paunchy man came over to me finally and asked me to dance again.
This time, during this dance, he made his proposition.
I tried to put him off ... I tried to act standoffish. I tried all sorts of things, but in the end result, I accepted.
What else could I do?
That is, after all what was I there for, what was I getting paid for.
He led me off down a long hall that had several rooms on either side.
I guessed what they were for. What was going on behind those doors.
We entered one of them and he closed the door behind us.
From there on I knew what to do, of course, as women usually do in sexual situations.
I just started right in, taking my clothes off while he stood there leering at me behind his horn-rimmed glasses.
I unbuttoned the neck of my dress and slid out of it. I walked over to the closet naked and hung it up.
His eyes followed me across the room and back.
I stopped at the foot of the bed and let him look at me.
Then it was his turn.
He began nervously to fumble with his buttons on the front of his trousers. I watched him wiggling and fumbling and bending down to get them off.
He took off his shirt and tee shirt then.
He stood there in a pair of baggy boxer shorts.
It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
Then he bent and slid the shorts down too.
His cock was semi-hard as he came over to me and reached out to touch my breasts.
I felt his body rubbing against me and I responded to it by making soft moans and leaning back a little to give him a full feel of my cunt against his hot cock and legs.
He became more and more excited and sighed a bit from the teasing of his cock with my cunt hairs.
I rubbed them against him more and more, i pressed myself all the way into his cock and balls and rubbed my soft, hot cunt up and down against him.
He pulled me closer and began to pump his body in and out, making little grunts of satisfaction and wheezing heavily.
He pushed me down on the soft, springy bed. The touch of the silky, milk colored sheet upon my body sent shivers of delight upward throughout my body.
Then he got onto the bed and began to suck my tits.
I rolled and tossed in the downy fluffiness of the bed as he pinched and teased my tits with his fingers and sucked them up into his mouth.
He rolled over onto his back and pulled me up on top of him.
His cock was sticking straight up now.
I placed my hot cunt directly over it and began to lash at the head of his cock with the hairs of my hot, juicy cunt.
He laid on the bed and rolled from side to side, moaning and grunting with pleasure.
My hot, hairy cunt was right over his cock.
And his cock was throbbing and jumping up to it each time I teased it with the hairs around my cunt.
He reached up and pulled me to meet him, shoving up with a hard thrust of his body, sticking his hard cock up into my cunt.
I felt the thrust again and gain as he pulled me up and down onto his hot, heavily moistened cock.
He pulled my body forward a bit and put one of my tits into his mouth and began to suck harder and harder.
The tempo of his churning cock increased too.
He was jumping madly at me now.
I jerked and moved my body from side to side and up and down to feel every inch and muscle of his cock inside of my hot, throbbing cunt.
Suddenly, he rolled me over onto my back again.
His cock was still in my cunt and his lips were tightly clamped around my tit.
He pounded himself against me again and again, harder and harder.
I could hear him moan and sigh through the space around his lips where my tit was clutched so tightly.
I could feel the shiverings of his body as he was approaching climax.
He plunged his cock into my hot cunt hungrily and I gave him all he wanted.
Then it began.
He arched his body above me and took a long hard stab straight to the center of my cunt.
He moaned and sighed as the pressure and friction of his belly against mine began to drive him mad.
I moved my body rapidly under him and felt his heart beat faster and faster as he groaned louder and pressed his hairy body tighter against my soft, smooth velvety skin.
Then his reservoir of passion spilled.
I felt his body shake and jerk in frenzied motions as his hot come shot out deep within me. Again and again he shook as he laid there and moaned and panted with pleasure. '
Slowly he raised up and removed his cock from me and went into the bathroom.
He came out shortly, dressed and left some money in my small purse on the night stand and left the room.
I got dressed, rearranged my hair and stepped back out into the party and got to work again.
It went on and on like that until nearly morning.
Then I found two of the girls sleeping in one of the empty rooms and I joined them. We slept until nearly ten o'clock the following morning.
Some more men came in at about eleven and we sat and just talked for a long time.
The men in this group were quite a bit younger.
There was one in particular, Bill something or other. I don't recall his last name.
I thought he was very handsome. I kept looking at him as he would wander around the room.
He couldn't have been over twenty-nine years old at anybody's guess. His broad young back bristled beneath the material of his shirt. And I could see by the slight bulge in his pants that he had a big piece of meat hanging there between his legs.
Finally, he sat down beside me and began to rub his hands up and down my legs.
I moved closer to him and he put his hand further, feeling first my knee and then rising slowly to my lower thigh.
A sharp chill ran from my head to my toes as he squeezed and rubbed this sensitive area.
Then he leaned over and placed his half open mouth on my lips. His hot tongue shot in between them immediately after our lips touched.
I pressed my head against his as he pushed my body backwards on the couch.
His hot tongue then lashed into my throat. I felt it slide along the roof of my mouth and then back again.
His right hand was around me at the waist and he slid his hand in and under my lower back, into my dress and then up and around onto my right tit.
He caught hold of it with his fingers and began to squeeze.
His wandering, firm fingers sent shivers of delight through me.
I pressed my lips tighter to his and touched his tongue with my hot, wet tongue.
We both shivered and moaned a bit as the passions began to rise up in our bodies and fill us with lustful desires for one another.
We got up and went in the direction of the little room where I had spent so much of my time last night.
I was weak in the knees from the feelings that were flowing through my body.
We entered the little room and got undressed.
I laid down on the soft, fluffy bed and he soon joined me.
He put his strong, masculine body over me and rolled it from side to side. His cock got harder each time his rough hairy skin touched my soft sensitive flesh.
I moaned and bucked my hips under him as he pumped away with his big twelve inch cock just inches away from my hot waiting cunt.
Again I pushed my hips up to meet his cock with all the force and strength I had.
I felt his cock begin to slide down, down into my waiting cunt hole.
My pussy quivered, and bucked as the hot, hard cock made its way slowly, ever so slowly, deep inside my hot moist, oozing twat.
His rhythm increased now as his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my waiting, gaping chasm.
I moaned and made little squeaking sounds from the joy his big cock was giving me.
I teased the hair on the back of his neck, pulling it hard as he plunged his cock into me.
I threw my legs wide apart to make room for that huge, stiff cock he was giving me so freely and sweetly.
I wiggled and tossed my body from side to side as I lay pinned under his huge, writhing form.
His hands were pressed down on both of my shoulders now as he raised his strong, hard, muscular body from the waist up to press his hot round ramrod harder, further into my slippery, wet cunt hole.
Suddenly he stopped, removed his cock from my cunt and, with a moaning sound, I felt his hot, firm lips close over my burning, throbbing, pleading cunt.
He embraced and absorbed the very center of my sex.
I felt his passion flowing from his hot, roving tongue, through my hot cunt to my thighs making my belly tremble and undulate all the way to the top of my thrashing, writhing head.
I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his neck and pumped up and down using him as leverage.
I was suddenly overcome with the desire to share the pleasure he was giving my anxious cunt. I wanted him to feel the thrills he gave me and know the pleasure I knew.
I wanted his cock.
I twisted my body until I lay sprawled under him. My hot, eager head between his legs, my lips pursed, my tongue extended to the head of his hot, throbbing cock.
I touched the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue.
It jumped and pulsated.
I touched it again and again.
It throbbed and jerked and twitched violently.
I rubbed my face back and forth so that the head of it passed over my cheeks and slid a little into my mouth as my lips moved from side to side.
We fell on our sides then.
Our hot, frenzied bellies were pressed tightly together.
My mouth closed firmly around the hot, stiff prick and I pushed my head forward to bury it deep in my mouth.
I took his big balls into my hands and held them lightly.
I squeezed and pulled and teased them as I sucked and twisted his long hard cock down my waiting throat.
I pulled my head back, letting his hard, heavily moist cock out of my mouth until only the head remained between my lips.
I teased and pecked at the loose skin that hung around the enormous head of his tool.
I felt his body shiver with rough, muscular, masculine tremors of pleasure as my hot tongue caressed the excitingly pungent foreskin that covered his beautifully formed penis.
His tongue was still investigating the reaches of my hdt, juicy cunt. His lips were closed tightly over it as he searched, explored, the innermost recesses with his busy, hot tongue.
His head was lying between my kicking, bouncing thighs. He was breathing in the sweet feminine aroma that rose from me in the heat and frenzy of my passion.
I took his balls into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around them, each one of those huge, round objects, one at a time.
I bit my teeth gently into the rough, hairy skin of his scrotum as it dangled there inside my hot, wet mouth.
Saliva rose and flowed gently from my mouth to bathe those hot furry nuts.
Amidst our erotic sighing, our passions mounted, replenished themselves and pressed our bodies hard together.
I could feel his cock as it hardened and stiffened to a rock hardness.
My hot furry, juicy, burning cunt was throbbing, pounding, tightening around his tongue.
We were overcome in our lust.
Bill raised himself and turned around to take my parted lips to his own.
Our bodies met again and again with a fury of lust and desire.
He plunged his hot cock deep within my anxious, waiting cunt again and again to pound and pummel me with his body.
Our tongues met and caressed.
Our sighs were a single action now.
His motion was my motion, our whole function, at that moment was the same, identical.
I moved with him.
I shook with him.
I thrashed my head from side to side in ecstasy.
Our moans rose up from the downy bed as I felt my burning cunt become a receptical for his white hot come that shot from his cock like the explosion of some great volcano deep down inside of my being.
The love juices of my own nature were gushing forth now.
Our come mingled and mixed as our bodies filled with pleasure and shook with overpowering ecstasy.
Over and over we shook and jerked as we found our delight in that single moment.
The joy he had given me seemed to have flowed through him and into me until we were one, living, breathing organic unity.
I had felt his every emotion, his every feeling. He had felt mine.
We looked at each other as we lay there on the bed side by side.
He smiled at me and took my head into his hands and fondled my hair and ears.
He rubbed his hard palms gently across my soft, moist face.
I lay beside him and put my hands on his huge masculine chest and rubbed the curly hair that grew in heavy patches over the entire breadth of his hard, rising and falling chest.
He told me a little about himself as we lay there on the bed.
His arm was stretched under my head and I lay there with all my attention and listened to him and thought about all the things he was saying.
I somehow felt a closeness with him. A closeness I wasn't sure I wanted to feel.
Soon we got up and dressed and returned to the living room with the others.
It was mid-aftemoon then and everyone was sitting around the large coffee table eating.
We realized that we were really starved and joined in. in.
I stayed with him the rest of the night and left with him the next morning.
He took me home in his car and asked if he could call me sometimes.
I gave him my number reluctantly for fear of really getting into it deeply with him.
I don't know, after Rod, I was pretty sure I didn't want to get really involved with another man.
But anyway, Bill was a regular of mine after that. He would call me to meet him or come by the apartment every time he was in town.
I had others too ... still have.
But he did an awful lot for me. He would even tell me from time to time that he thought I'd marry him someday.
Maybe I might have if things had been right.
I guess I thought about it too, but never seriously enough to make any real difference to me.
I changed slowly though, and after awhile I didn't think about it anymore.
He was a chief architect with an international firm and he traveled all over the world in his work.
Sometimes I'd even travel with him.
I've been on nearly every continent in the world with him.
We've fucked in every major city I can think of.
I spent a month in bed with him in India one year.
I enjoyed being with him very much, but this life of mine was in my blood and I couldn't shake the feelings I'd get that made me want to get up and go out.
I couldn't change it or help it if I tried. Sometimes I think I could have stopped when t was younger, could have, done something definite to keep myself from returning.
I tried going to school.
For two years, I went to college during the day, and he even paid the bill.
I passed all the courses, then I quit altogether, young and full of ideas, new ideas ... before Rod ... but not now.
My ways are set now. I'm as happy as I can be, doing what I do.
Oh, I've problems and they take their effect on me. There are things I've done that I wouldn't have changed for the world.
I like to think that I see life staring me in the face and I go out and live it no matter where it is or how frightening it looks to me at first.
I use it and mold it and bend it to my best advantage. Sometimes I feel a little more than I would about things. About what I see and know, but I fit it into the pattern and go on.
No, siree, I don't always love this life I live.
I simply live the way I must and do what I have to do in order to live.
Most of my feelings are tucked away deep inside me. And that's where they'll stay. I have what I need showing and I use it.
I'm my own person this way and I'm expecting nothing.
I haven't great wealth or fame, things like that don't happen to many people.
My riches come from simply living and seeing and the memories I keep inside of me.
So Bill comes and goes in my life. He is something special and he isn't, and that's the way I want it.
I remember the last time he came to see me.
He came around Thanksgiving and we had dinner and sex, a wonderful time, and then he left.
And I was right in bed with someone else.
That's just the way it is.
I had walked out to his car with him and as he drove off, I headed toward Central Park.
I was just walking, not really looking for anything.
A very young guy drove up to the curb a few paces ahead of me and stopped the car.
When I reached it, he called me over to him.
I started over very slowly, being a woman who likes to say she's never missed a trick.
I gave him the once-over as I got nearer. A very handsome, almost beautiful young man.
I reached the car and looked inside.
He started talking to me in the usual way that a fellow does when he wants to pick up a woman on the street.
Then he asked me to get in.
I did and we drove off.
I noticed that his hand wasn't on the steering wheel, but between his legs.
I looked down again at his hand I saw that his pants were unzipped and he actually had it stuck inside.
And as we drove a little more, he began to play with himself. Finally, he pulled out his big prick and looked over at me and asked me how I liked it.
I looked at him with no expression on my face. Then I nodded my approval.
I told him my deal and we went to my apartment.
No sooner did we get into the house then he had taken off all his clothes.
I went into the bedroom and removed mine too.
Then I sat down on the bed and waited for him.
I watched as he came into the room.
He had a beautiful, large, hard cock sticking out from him as he walked toward me.
I lay back on the bed and waited for him to begin his pleasure.
He stood at the foot of the bed for a few seconds and just played with himself, sliding his hand up and down along that hard shaft of flesh.
Soon he was panting hard and the sweat was forming on his forehead.
He bent down on his knees and put his moutn on my hot cunt. He licked my pussy with his tongue and ran his fingers slowly over my stomach.
He played with my navel as he rubbed his hard, hot hands across my soft, sensitive flesh.
His body began to tremble again and he bit down on the lips of my hot cunt.
He could tell I was getting hot and he wanted his cock in my cunt.
He got up and hurried into the living room and right back.
He took up my cunt in his mouth again and continued to jack himself off with his right hand.
I felt the lust rising in my body as his hot, wet tongue moved over the lips of my cunt, in and out, again and again.
Suddenly, he produced a long round object with a strap in its center.
The round ends were shaped exactly like two twelve inch cocks, like back to back.
He raised his head from my cunt and pushed one of the huge ends, the huge cock ends into my cunt.
The lips of my cunt bit at the thing and opened about it taking the whole of it all the way back to the straps.
He then put the straps around my waist and hooked them behind my back.
He got me up on my knees then and got up onto the bed himself on his hands and knees, raising his ass high in the air.
He drew me closer and closer.
I felt a pang of excitement as I watched him pulling that thing right toward his hot, tight, masculine ass, placing the tip of it right at the round opening and pulling me forward toward him.
I got the idea then and slowly I mounted him and began to shove that artificial prick into his asshole. He groaned with ecstasy and pleasure as the big, hard piece of cock went into him deeper and deeper.
And I, of course, felt the sensation of that cock pressing deep inside my cunt at its other cock-shaped end.
I began moving, screwing him in the ass and, somehow, myself in the cunt at the same time and at my pleasure.
He lay there beneath me squirming and racked with pain and excruciating pleasure.
He bucked his ass back and forth, up and down to meet my advances as I thrust that big, hard, long cock down, down deep into his hard, tight, throbbing ass.
His right hand then closed tightly around his own big hard cock as he was moved under the pressure of my thrusts.
He started jacking himself off furiously as the thrusts of my body pushed the cock further and further, harder and harder into his hot, anxious ass and, conversely, jamming it hard and fast into my cunt hole.
The pleasure I received from the thrusts of this cock into his ass were unreal.
I was not doing it, but something that was deep inside me had taken over my functions and it was now plunging that instrument of pleasure deep inside that writhing, muscular body that lay on the bed under me.
The passion building up in me was too great.
I felt a strange maddening lust in the pounding of that cock into his ass, into my cunt....
I wanted to drive his cock all the way to his head. My desire, my frenzy, was unreal, uncontrollable.
Again and again, he pushed his backside up to reach and take more of the length of that thing, more of its thrust and force.
With his left hand he pulled and tore at his chest and clutched the pillow and the sheets on the bed under him.
I could feel my passions growing overwhelmingly stronger. With every succeeding thrust, I knew I was approaching the crest of our erotic motions.
He began to moan and sigh.
His animal sounds drove me on to a greater fury and I pushed and tossed my body on top of him. I rolled and twisted the hard cocklike instrument attaced to me with all the passion and frenxy that my body could put forth.
I felt the hairs of my hot, wet cunt bristle as the fluid of love and pleasure began to flow from the deepest reaches of my cunt ... filled ... stimulated with the same shaft that I was driving into that guy's ass.
We had a strange union.
I heard him moaning with pleasure as my hot come ran down the mutual cock and into his ass. He cried out and groaned as his own hot, heavy, creamy come shot out of his writhing, thrashing body.
I pushed and twisted this cock lashed to my body as though it were a part of my own flesh.
I felt the sensation of his ass tightening and contracting as his orgiastic climax came to a final shiver and slowly relaxed and died-away.
The pleasures I felt that night were strange and new.
His body was new to me, his desires.
My feelings were mixed with the sweet pleasure and pain of his desires and satisfaction.
I could never explain my anxiety and passion in any simple way. We had experienced sheer erotic delight.
That big hard pole still filled my hot, juicy, creamy cunt ... burning and throbbing from the pleasure of overwhelming satisfaction and lustful gratification.
We got up finally and dressed ourselves.
And he left.
I sat thinking for a long time after he had gone.
What strange, compelling forces I had felt that night. My heart beat madly as I recalled the sensations I felt as I thrust that huge, hard, round artificial cock deep into his hot ass.
The thought of seeing his huge masculine body thrashing and quaking on the bed before me and that stiff cock-like rod, driving home again and again, giving him pleasure and maddening joy, filled me with deep satisfaction as I sat there.
I never saw him again after that night, but I've often thought of that night and many times had the desire to relive its experiences.
There have been other times and other guys who have excited me to uncontrollable passion, but never since his, has there come quite a feeling like that one.
He gave me more than I think he will ever know.
So you see, I've had quite a time of it. Some good and some a little worse than might have been.
But they are all my experiences, my way of life.
They make me what I am and what I need to be.
CASE NUMBER 3
(Patricia is the subject of the next case.
Pat, as she prefers to be called, is a very attractive young lady. Her slender, well-built body is quite enticing, with pleasingly large busts and very shapely hips.
Pat stands a lovely five feet, six inches, and weighs one hundred and two pounds. She measures thirty-five, twenty, thirty-seven.
She came from a good home and was one of four brothers and sisters.
She herself has never had any children, but says she would love to have had.
She has had few 'love affairs' in which any emotion is involved. She says she likes her freedom and enjoys a feeling of independence.
She doesn't really know when she started being a real professional prostitute because, as she says, 'I've always done what I do now, ever since I can remember.'
She is a free-thinking person with little or no compunctions in regard to the social conventions usually regarding sex or the 'normal, practical sexual ideas.'
Pat has never had a job nor has she ever felt the desire to hold down a regular job or the necessity of making more money than she already does. She considers herself self-supporting and says she intends to stay that way.)
I don't have all the high-flying notions about sex that I think most people have.
Hell, I've been taking money from guys ever since I was a little girl.
Even when I was in grammar school, the little boys in the neighborhood would come around and give me their nickles, dimes, quarters or whatever they had, just to come into the back of my father's garage and look at and feel my pussy.
It seems like every day I'd make a dollar. Sometimes more, just spending a few minutes in the back of that garage and letting some little boy or other rub or play with my twat.
It was fun for me and an easy way to get a little spending money.
And I didn't mind them looking and feeling. I think I rather liked it even.
When I went into junior high school and high school, the scene changed a little bit.
In junior high, the boys would invite me to parties just to get to feel and play with my tits. Then, of course when they discovered I was willing they would ask for more favors, all of which I was more than happy to give.
I remember one little boy, a very shy kid named Sheldon. For about six weeks all he had the nerve to do was follow me home. I always knew he was following me, and it turned into a sort of game. He would never come any closer than twenty feet, and I would never encourage him. Of course, I never did anything to shoo him away either. So day in and day out, I would see him out of the corner of my eye and he would keep his head down when he thought I was looking.
I knew he'd get me sooner or later. All it would take was for him to get his nerve up, or maybe his cock. One or the other.
Meanwhile, I was conjuring up all sorts of fantasies about what he would do with me once he did finally decide to approach me.
I would dream of him as I walked home from school. And my dreams were not those of an ordinary junior high student
I dreamt he was sucking my tits.
I dreamt he was licking my pussy.
I dreamt he was pinching my ass.
I dreamt he was licking my navel.
I dreamt he was tweaking my nipples.
And of course, I dreamt that he fucked me.
At last came the day he walked beside me. The first thing he did when he got up to me was smile and tell me his name.
Then he reached out and began to stroke my long black, curly, shiny hair.
If I had ever wanted to marry a guy, it would have been someone like him.
His body was straight and firm. He had lots of muscles in just the right places and I knew that his cock was big. I had, after all, seen it and felt it many times before.
Anyway, I got into the car and off we drove.
He asked me about myself, what I was doing lately and the like.
Then he got down to the real question.
He wanted me to go to his apartment with him.
I agreed and soon we were in his living room and he was taking off my clothes as he said he'd always wanted to do so many times before.
I started feeling his stiff, big cock through the material of his pants, remembering the size and feel of his flesh of that big cock in my hands from times before.
When I was completely naked, he took me into his arms and planted his half parted lips squarely on my mouth and his tongue darted back and forth on the edges of my lips.
He slid his mouth slowly over my cheeks and down the side of my sensitive throat.
My breasts throbbed and my body shivered as he breathed his hot, moist, quivering breath on my neck ... behind my ears ... under my chin.
He knew all my sensitive spots and went straight for every one.
I wiggled and shook as he took his roving tongue through its paces on my soft, smooth flesh.
I began to rub his cock furiously through the material of his trousers and wished he'd get undressed.
It began to jump and throb in my hands as I applied my shaky fingers to its long, hot length.
He pulled my nude body against his hard, muscular, still clothed body and began to move in such a way that I could feel his hard, throbbing cock pressing at the lips of my hot cunt ... exciting it all the more by the feel of the rough material at his fly.
He took off his own clothes finally and our naked bodies touched for the first time.
The passion, the ecstasy was overwhelming and sweet.
My firm, smooth, upturned tits pressed hard against his rough, hairy chest and he buried his mouth over mine.
His tongue traveled the full expanse of that cavity in search of pleasure and passion as it moved.
It darted over and under my tongue as though we were rubbing love organs together....
He groaned a little and I felt the gradual increase in his breathing.
He laid me gently on his bed finally and placed my legs wide apart.
Then he got onto the bed and raised his body over me.
His head lowered and he took the nipple of one of my tits into his mouth and lashed it back and forth with his hot, slick tongue until I screamed and kicked with passion.
I reached down and took his cock into my hands and guided it to my gaping, waiting cunt. Slowly, I rubbed the head of it against the hairy lips, twisting and bucking my hips upward to take just a little of it into my cunt hole.
I felt his entire body tremble with every stroke I made with his cock head between my hairy cunt lips.
The thrill, the feeling of that hard, big, bulbous cock head was sending flashes of heat and tingles of sensation through my own body.
I bucked my hips up more furiously and kicked my legs against the mattress.
His mouth was closed tightly now on the tip of my nipple and his cock was starting to sink slowly, gradually into my eager, waiting cavern of love.
Gently he moved his body in a circular motion as he pressed harder and harder, driving that big, hairy cock into my cunt.
I arched my back and stiffened my thighs and pushed myself upward to meet and take the thrusts of his heavy cock as he began to pump that big, stiff dick up and down, deeper deeper.
I was overcome with desire at his first passionate stroke. That hot, round cock made its way over and over, again and again, deep down within me to the very depths of my being.
I sank back on the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pumped up and down in his slow, sensual motion.
I bit my lips and threw my head from side to side as he took my other tit into his mouth and began teasing, biting, sucking.
I felt my frenzy growing then and I clenched my fists tightly and pounded hard up and down on his back as he kept shoving into me.
I rolled and twisted and kicked my legs together as he pummeled my body.
I closed my eyes and flashes of hot blue and red and gold lights seemed to dance with the frenzy of our lust before my eyes and inside my twisting, thrashing head.
He moaned and pressed his belly to mine as his cock got harder and harder as it plunged madly in and out of my gaping cunt.
The fires of passion were rising and burning out of our control.
His ass was tense and hard as I slid my hands down from the top of his shoulders over the rough ridges of his ribs and to his moist, hot, pounding hips.
I dug my nails hard into the flesh there and pulled him harder and harder into my thrashing cunt.
He raised himself up again onto his elbows then and took my tits into his hands and began to pinch and rub and squeeze the sensitive pink nipples.
I pulled his ass hard down upon me and his rock hard cock thrust its huge head deep.
Hungrily I gripped him and held onto him with all my strength.
I pulled him down onto my breasts, pushing his mouth to one of the stiffened sensitive points....
He licked and bit and sucked and squeezed it with his lips ... his tongue ... his teeth.
Suddenly, I could feel the passion pounding away at my inner core.
I sighed in short, wheezy gasps and bucked my hips up faster and faster and harder and harder, meeting his every thrust with one of my own.
His body was jerking and shaking, his breath was short and fast, he moaned and made little animal sounds.
I was quivering and feeling the approach of the final moments of our ecstasy, and speed, long and hard into my cunt ... over and over....
I felt the quick hard pulsating contractions of his long pole of flesh....
T felt the flame of his hot heavy come as it shot forth and penetrated my cunt with its force and fury.
I bucked my hips harder and faster now.
I was coming right along with him.
My passions were rising, pounding, seeking release.
I spread my legs as wide apart as I could and bent my body up, up as hard as I could to feel each full long thrust of his hard, thick cock plunging deeply, savagely.
Amidst shivers of ecstasy and passion my own love juices poured from me, filling my hot, moist love cave with the mixture of sweet and pungent fluids of pleasure and love.
Our sighs and moans of pleasure filled the room and nearly drowned out the slapping of our bellies, the sliding of his wet cock, the rubbing grinding passion of our beings coming hard together in an ovewhelming fury.
As our passion subsided then, we breathed a little more calmly and lay back on the bed still joined in our attitude of love.
My throbbing cunt was still filled with his cock and heavily soaked with the moisture of our love.
He pulled his cock from my cunt, still hard and firm and dripping with the passion we had just shared, and moved his body down to the foot of the bed and bent his head down in between and began to lap and suck at the cream that filled my cunt.
I squirmed again with pleasure as I felt his tongue, his mouth there on my hot pussy ... tasting, enjoying our love juices.
He closed his lips over the slick, sensitive cunt hole and sucked the juice from that cavern of love.
He licked at my hot thighs with his wandering tongue and I felt his face sliding from one leg to the other, licking, kissing, nipping, stopping on my cunt and going on.
The passion was growing within my body again.
My body was reacting and trembling and thrashing.
I pulled at the sheets with my hands and I bit into the pillow as the overwhelming ecstasy of his new passion grew and took form deep within my being.
His head was bobbing up and down as he lapped again at my hot, hungry cunt.
I watched as he lashed at my hairy opening and pushed his broad chin down as far as he could and moved it round and round between my legs.
I jumped and jerked and make little moaning sounds of joy and ecstasy.
I was suddenly compelled to join him in his pleasure.
I wanted him to feel the pleasure of my lips on his hot hairy cock.
I twisted and turned my body so that his cock was directly above my face and then I took it deep within my mouth.
I worked at it while he sucked my cunt.
I took my hand and pulled the loose skin all the way up around the head of it....
I stuck my tongue in under the skin on the head and moved it round and round.
I ran my hot slick tongue into that slit right at the very tip....
I sucked it in further and moved my head back and forth to make the head slide in and out of my mouth, going just a little deeper each time.
He was moaning and grunting and his balls bounced and swung excitingly in front of my face as I ran my tongue up and down the sensitive outer skin of his hard cock.
I put his hot, hairy balls into my mouth too and licked the salty taste, savoring its pungent masculine flavor.
I sucked each of his balls into my mouth and slid my tongue round and round them.
My heart was nearly pounding through my chest ... my ears rang with the sound of our two mouths licking and sucking.
I pushed my head forward and forced all of his enormous cock and balls down my throat.
My eyes watered and I choked a little as his big cock forced its way down into my soft, wet, anxious mouth.
My cunt was still aching from the continuous pressure of his hot tongue and from the cock he had just a few minutes before withdrawn, but his lips kept moving, tasting, sucking and sliding over the lips of my pussy, digging that tongue in deeply again and again.
I shivered with pleasure as I felt the excitement rise and thrust itself up from deep within me.
Roger's cock jumped as I held it between my lips and slid my mouth back and forth, up and down on it.
I could feel the head expanding to a firmness, a hardness it had never before reached.
I tasted the first juices of his climax on my tongue and I felt my own response growing, trembling and pushing itself forth from somewhere deep within my aching being.
We both came again together, rolling and thrashing around on the bed, locked in each other's arms, shooting forth our hot blazing passion into each other's mouths.
The passion was uncontrollable and the hot, thick come ran from our mouths and down our faces.
Our two bodies shivered and molded together as one as we tossed and turned on the bed in a fury of this erotic, maddening, hungry passion.
We were covered with sweat when we finally fell limp across the bed and lay for a moment, exhausted.
Roger got up finally and walked over to the dresser and lit a cigarette and returned to the bed.
I puffed on the cigarette with him from time to time and we talked and laughed a little until he said it was time for him to go.
Then, slowly we got up and dressed.
We did have some coffee before he left and talked about some of the kids we had known in school together.
After a few more minutes we got up and went out to the car. I don't know exactly where he had to go but he got in and drove off and I told him I'd rather just walk on to my own apartment.
When I got home, however, it was still early and I thought I'd take in a show.
I went to the theater right around the corner from where I lived, bought a ticket, took my seat and settled back to enjoy the flick.
I must have been there for maybe half an hour when a good looking guy came in and sat down beside me.
At first I paid little attention to him.
It was a real sad movie and I was pretty involved in it.
I like to go to sad shows sometimes, I don't know exactly why, but I like to sit and have a good cry sometime by myself in the dark. It makes me feel better.
Anyway, I glanced over at him for some reason ... I'm not sure what prompted me. Maybe I expected to see something. I certainly did.
He was sitting three seats away from me and he had his cock out, right there in the theater, playing with it.
I guess it didn't register immediately what I had seen.
But a few minutes later, it dawned on me and my head snapped back.
I guess I was pretty obvious about the whole thing, but then, wasn't he?
And sure enough that's what he was doing.
He had his pants unzipped and his cock and balls were out in plain sight for me to gaze upon.
I looked long and hard then for a few minutes.
He must have seen me watching him. In fact, he had probably seen me the first time I had looked over.
Anyway, in a few minutes he got up and moved just one seat away from me so I could really see what he was doing.
And I watched him.
I tried to act like I was watching the movie but what I really wanted was to get a good look at that hard, throbbing cock.
And I finally got my chance to see it.
The screen grew very bright for a moment and it was in plain view.
It was an enormous cock, bigger than any I had ever seen before.
I wondered what a man with a cock like that was doing in a movie theater jerking off.
He moved over one more seat until he was right next to me and I slid my hand over to him and took hold of that big, throbbing cock.
The second I touched it, it began to jump and throb in my hand.
I pulled the skin up on it and slid it back down again. I watched it jump and jerk and pulsate as I played with it.
We were sitting way up in the top balcony of that theater and it was very dark and empty. The only other people were seated way down in front of us and at the other side of the auditorium.
I looked down at the big head on that beautiful cock once more.
You know now, I don't usually don't give out free pieces but that cock was something else.
I swallowed anxiously.
I wanted to put my lips right down on that piece of meat and thrust it far down my throat until I could feel the pain of its size pressing against my lips and tongue.
I looked around and saw that no one was there, no one was looking....
And I leaned down and placed my hot lips gently but firmly around that huge, rock hard pole of flesh and tasted the strong, masculine aroma that exuded there.
I pushed my head further down on it.
It was only about a third into my mouth and already I was having trouble getting my lips around it.
The man began to pinch and squeeze my tits with both his hands.
And I thrust and jammed my head down harder and harder on his prick.
The big expanding head sank deeper and deeper ... I gulped for air and continued to force my head and face and lips lower, embracing that throbbing cock with my anxious lips.
He loosened my blouse now and pushed one of his hands inside and grabbed one of my tits. He was feeling the other one through the thin material of the garment.
I pushed my head all the way down now, as far as I could push it onto his cock. There was still a little of it I just couldn't swallow in the position I was in.
He turned his body sideways then, sitting in the seat with one of his legs on either side of me.
I could get at all of that big, rock hard cock now.
And I thrust every inch of it down deep into my hot mouth and let the saliva flow over it.
He had stopped playing with my tits now. He couldn't reach them from that position.
So I put my hands on them and began to squeeze and tease my own nipples, pulling them and rolling them about on the palms of my hands.
A sharp, painful, thrilling sensation shot through me.
I pulled my tits harder and continued to suck his cock as fast and as hard as I could move my anxious, quivering lips.
My tits stiffened and began to get harder right at the points of the nipples.
I felt his cock stiffening and jerking and telling me he was ready to come.
I thrust my head harder and faster upon it.
I pulled my head back and thrust again and again.
The big vein on the bottom side of his cock was filling with come ... I could feel it.
I licked harder with my tongue and plunged my head down savagely.
He made several soft, short, excited pants, moaning sounds....
Then the come burst forth like a sheet of white hot flame and filled my mouth with heavy hot viscous liquid.
I took it into my mouth and swallowed as fast as I could.
It seemed to never stop shooting from that reservoir of passion that was within him.
I licked and sucked and took all of his hot, throbbing cock until I had drained it completely.
When it was over and I was back in my seat, he leaned and kissed me and then got up and left.
But I met him again ... One night on the streets a few weeks later....
And then we went to my apartment and really did it up right. You know, I've led a life of fucking and sucking ever since I was a kid. And I get paid pretty well for it most of the time too. I've never been with a man that didn't pay me except once. Even the man I met in the show, the one I just told you about, he gave me quite a wad the night I saw him on the street and we went to my apartment And I didn't have to ask or anything, I usually don't. They just leave the money as if they already knew it was expected.
And you know, men don't usually treat me like a whore.
I met a guy not too long ago, and he treated me like I was his girlfriend or something, but he left that wad of bills on the coffee table when he left.
And he was a real stud too.
I wouldn't have minded being his girlfriend.
Somehow, he said 'man' to me in every respect and for him I think I would have even done without the loot.
He was wearing a pair of those tight levis that men wear now when I first say him, you know, the ones that show their cocks right down to the head of it.
And he was on Fifth Avenue and Forty-Second Street at about two o'clock in the morning.
I saw him at the corner and I waited for him to come a little closer so I could get a real good look at him.
The closer he came, the better he looked.
And when he was right up on me practically, I really couldn't believe that all that handsome stud was really walking around free ... that some woman hadn't already gotten her claws into him.
I walked sort of alongside of him and looked pretty seductive, if I do say so myself.
He was going toward Sixth Avenue and by the time we were halfway down the block we had struck up a friendly conversation.
by the time we got to the far side of Sixth Avenue, he was eyeing me up and down, you know the look.
We walked a little further down the block and stopped, leaning against one of the buildings.
We just talked on and on, warming up to the thing, you might say.
I think he knew that I was hustling, but I think he was too.
But that didn't seem to stop him in the slightest and from what he left me later that night, he must do pretty well at it too.
His cock got hard just standing there against that wall looking at me.
And I think he knew that I wanted him badly too.
We hailed a cab, can you imagine? Two hustlers in a cab ... and were on our way.
We got to my apartment and as we went inside, I glanced down at that big cock again.
It was still hard....
And clearly visible under his tight jeans. He really knew how to market his wares.
It was a good eleven inches long and thick ... so thick in between the pant's material and his leg that I wondered how he walked without coming right there in his jeans.
We went into the bedroom and took off our clothes.
I slid out of my dress and hung it up on a chair.
And then I sat and surveyed my catch.
He was muscular all over, and just in the right places.
His arms and shoulders were very broad and well developed and his chest was big and muscular and broad. His waist tapered down without a trace of flab and his narrow, smooth hips glistened dark and hard and clean cut.
The ass on him was as firm and solid as rock and stuck out in high semi-circles. You know, it's not often that you really find a man with a nice ass.
He turned and started toward the bed where I was waiting for him, watching him with lust in my eyes.
And I saw that long, hard cock jutting out from his lower belly like a peninsula from a continent.
I looked at that huge, hard pole of flesh bob as it came nearer and nearer.
I wanted to reach out and grab it with both of my hands and plunge it right into my hot, anxious cunt.
He came right up to me,....
He pulled me from the bed and right up to his naked body, sending thrills of pleasure through my being.
I felt the air leave my lungs for a second as he squeezed me hard against him.
Then he rubbed his hard body against mine again and again, lovingly, passionately, creating a hot, arousing friction between our two hot bellies. His hard, muscular flesh rubbed frictively over my smooth, soft flesh.
I wound my arms around his neck and he picked me up and carried me over, placing me gently on the bed.
I watched him then as his huge cock bobbed up and down as he crawled over me, straddling me for a minute on all fours.
His body was hovering like a giant. His big throbbing cock was dangling inches from my hot waiting cunt.
He bent down to his elbows and placed his parted lips on my waiting mouth and his tongue darted out from between his lips and went round and round my mouth before plunging in and finding my waiting tongue.
This first, passionate kiss sent chills of pleasure through my body to the top of my skull.
I began to toss and thrash about beneath him.
He slid his mouth away from mine andonto my smooth, white neck.
He ran it up and down and then to my shoulders. He pursed his lips and moistened his tongue, sliding it again and again across and over my burning, tingling flesh.
I shivered with thrill after thrill as he breathed in short heavy breaths and moved his face and tongue around all over my body.
His lips slid down my chest and his thot, juicy tongue passed slowly over my right tit.
Then he moved to the other.
His hot saliva, his seeking, burning tongue covered my breasts in a bath of ecstasy.
I closed my eyes and felt his teeth biting and nipping into the very tips of my nipples and sending sharp, quivering sensations into my chest and down, down, down to my vacant cunt.
His head moved then to the smooth flesh of my firm, flat belly and his tongue left a hot trail of kisses from one side to the other.
I felt him panting, heard him moaning....
And then his mouth found the mark....
His hot tongue had moved down over my navel, lashing feverishly and then further, further until he had reached that little mound of hair at the base of my belly.
I felt his lips roving through that furry clump, opening and closing ... teasing the opening of my cunt with his broad, hard chin.
I raised my legs slightly and spread them apart.
I arched my back just a little and felt his hard chin sink deeper between my legs.
He bobbed his head up and down just there, between my legs, rubbing his face and chin deep between my pussy lips.
Sweat was pouring off him now and dropping, hot and sweet into my cunt hair.
He took my legs in his huge hands and raised them onto his shoulders.
Then, slowly, he slid his chin, his mouth, his lips over the throbbing, juicy cunt that quivered and ached at his touch.
I felt the flood rushing to my head with an overwhelming pressure and force as his hot, wet lips slid over the opening between my legs.
I bucked my hips and kicked my legs up high above his head, pushing my cunt closer, begging him to take it, touch it.
And then he thrust....
His hot wet tongue dug deep and suddenly down into that waiting cavern and I screamed with the pleasure.
My heart beat faster, my pulse quickened, my head spun round and round....
I took my own nipples between my fingertips and began to squeeze and pinch them in a frenzy of passion.
I couldn't stand the thrill of his lips sliding over my hot, juicy cunt, the pleasure, the pain with his teeth nipping at my clit beyond my endurance.
I thought I would scream or faint or come all at once.
Then he raised his head from between my legs and climbed up and over me again.
He pressed his hot wet lips and tongue deeply into my mouth and pumped his hips up and down just over me.
His cock came closer and closer, touching, just barely touching my burning, anxious pussy.
I bucked upward a little. I wanted him ... Needed him ... Had to have him . ,. .
The head of his cock penetrated just inside the lips of my waiting twat and stopped, holding, moving, putting me into a veritable frenzy of anticipation.
I bucked and wiggled and tossed my body about furiously as I felt his hard cock on those sensitive lips.
Then at last he plunged his cock far into me....
But he slid it out to just the entrance again.
I grunted and shook with the momentary pleasure and shot my tongue out and in between his lips.
Then he lowered himself again, more slowly this time, backing out afterwards to the same position.
He was torturing me, I thought.
I reached up and pulled and tugged at him but he resisted.
I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth, ran it over his smooth even teeth, along the roof of his mouth....
I slid my belly round and round under him, rubbing, undulating, trying to lure him to call his body down, down, full length upon me, his cock far into me.
The sliding, rubbing of our bodies together filled me with greater and greater passion and need.
Our moans and sighs of pleasure and fantastic thrills of delight echoed round and round the room,-filling my head with a swirling, dizzying sensation.
And finally ... finally ... I was begging, pleading, screaming at him the words of my need. I had to have him.
And slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered himself upon me, sliding that great cock inch by ecstatic inch deep within my cunt, filling me, fulfilling me, giving me what I needed.
We were locked then in a frenzy of passion.
We thrashed and rolled and tumbled about on the bed.
I felt his huge muscular body quake and shiver.
I felt my cunt throbbing and pushing as hard as it could against that grinding, pistoning cock that jammed deeper and deeper inside me.
Passionately, furiously, he pressed his hard, glistening boy against mine. Panting and Writhing, his hot lips sucked and lapped at my hard pointed nipples.
And his hot, burning cock jammed and jammed....
Harder and harder....
Faster and faster....
Into my eager, frenzied cunt.
I slid my legs up and down over his hard contracting muscles.
I moved my ass from side to side beneath his heavily pounding, pulsating body.
He shivered and moaned and sighed.
He arched his back and thrust that big cock deeper and deeper.
The pounding of our bodies, the slapping of our bellies filled the room and shook my whole frame with a savage, abandoned delight.
The fire kindled and roared inside me.
My head spun round and round.
My cunt reached up to his cock and clung in a desperate embrace.
His body jerked and shivered and vibrated with our passion, our lust.
He moaned and shook and sighed as his cock throbbed and slid into my belly again and again.
Then, as my cunt contracted violently, frenziedly, savagely....
His hard, hot cock spit its fiery fluid deep inside me.
Moaning and shaking he bit my breasts....
I grabbed at him, yanked him closer to my already flattened tits, bit into his neck and ear....
Then in the final few seconds of our passion, we were rolling around on the bed, tumbling and tossing, a sea of coupled flesh.
I screamed, I think, and he grunted his lust out in short, nasal gasps.
Then it was over.
We just lay there for a long while, exhausted, unable to move, to talk, to think.
Finally he got up, put on his clothes and prepared to leave.
I stayed in the bed and watched him pull on his things.
When he got to the door, he laid some money on the table, even though I don't think I really expected it, and then he was gone.
And you know what, after he was gone, I realized that I didn't even know his name.
But somehow it didn't seem important.
We had somehow met at a much deeper level and in a way I loved him, loved that man who was just like me.
And as I thought about him, thought about my life, my fingers began to roam about on my flesh.
I touched myself where he had so recently touched me.
I felt the pleasures anew.
My breasts, my tits, were hot and sensitive and ready.
I pinched them and squeezed the hard stiff points on my nipples and thought about that beautiful man ... all the beautiful men who have ever hovered over me.
Chills of sensation, fingers of tingly feeling shot throughout my body and battered at the top of my skull.
It wasn't over yet, it would never be over....
It would go on and on....
I moved my hands down over my soft, smooth, round belly, feeling, appraising, appreciating.
I touched what hundreds, maybe thousands of men had touched and fondled and loved....
I enjoyed what I was and what I could give.
My fingers sought and found that still moist, sensitive cunt and moved slowly round and round the lips of my vaginal entrance.
I pulled the sheet from over my body and watched my hands in the mirror on the bureau.
It was beautiful.
I was beautiful.
I was pleasure, and ecstasy, and love, and woman.
I dug one of my fingers deep, feeling the inner walls of that hot, moist canal, that tunnel of pleasure just deserted by that hard, young, beautiful cock.
I moved it slowly in and out, feeling the renewal of the pleasure I had just enjoyed, seeing that handsome young adoring face so near and now so far.
I pushed two fingers into that cunt hole and moved a little faster.
In and out they slid, sending fingers of tingling, shooting desire through my entire frame, my whole being.
I wanted cock, yes, I knew what I wanted, what I would always want.
And there, with my fingers stuck far up into my cUnt I imagined Roger digging deeply inside me with his huge prick, the man in the movie theater, sitting there with his legs spread and my head working away at his huge hot piece of meat, the boy tonight, the beautiful young boy with the shiny face and the dark eyes, hovering over my womanhood, sliding in it, enjoying fulfilling himself and me.
I found my clit and rubbed around it harder and harder, imagining all those male faces and bodies that I had known, that I would know.
A sharp thrill of sensation struck at me there in that spot at the base of my belly and slithered in a great ascending spiral up along my spine, coiling through my belly, reaching and pricking the tips of my breasts with the fires of lust....
I jammed my fingers harder and harder then, feeling the growing passion, the mounting frenzy deep within my being.
I bucked my hips upward toward my own hand that slapped and slapped against the mound of my flesh there at the base of my belly as it jabbed those two fingers deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster.
I saw myself in the mirror again, I saw the perspiration building along my sides, on my forehead, on my lovely, smooth white thighs and dropping in tiny droplets, each one sparkling and then disappearing somewhere below my arched body.
I pushed my hand harder and faster, pinching, squeezing my clit-feeling the inner walls of my cunt, building my passion and my fury until it seemed to be battering for its final, violent release.
I bucked my hips upward and felt the waves of sensation battering, crashing down about me.
It was close, so close....
And then in one final, overwhelming burst of frenzy, that boy, the boy who had just left my bed appeared to my mind's eye, his face, his hard muscular body, his huge throbbing cock....
And it was there, all there.
My cunt contracted in great, huge spasms of passionate desire and release.
And then it ended, as quickly as it had begun.
And I knew then what I wanted, what I had always wanted ... And I already had it.
CASE NUMBER FOUR
(Ann, the last subject interviewed and presented in this volume, is in her early fifties.
She is a fairly tall woman with bright red hair and a jolly, laughing face. Her eyes sparkle with merriment and it is quite obvious that she was once a beautiful, even a statuesque woman.
There was nothing shy or defensive in her attitude. She related her thoughts and experiences in a friendly, conversational style. She answered this interviewer's questions directly and as though there was nothing else in the world she would rather do.)
Well, you know, Miss Maloney, I look back on my experiences with a good number of years in between. I mean I think I could probably remember most of them in detail but I'm not so sure how helpful they'd be to you and your people in this study.
When I was a girl, you know, it wasn't like it is today. We ... girls like us were always having trouble with the law then, for one reason or another ... sometimes just people in general, you know, outraged citizens and the like.
Nowadays, of course, the girls just have trouble because we live in the so-called 'permissive society'. And I think it's true.
But it gives the girls on the streets a hard row to hoe.
I mean, why should a man pay for what he can now get for nothing?
And that's the way it is now. The older, richer, more discreet and usually married man of today may still patronize our trade but the young men with their new ideas can just as easily pick up some little chick and get all he wants, and if he puts any money out at all, it's just a few cents.
No, the girls now have a problem.
Why, in my day there was a little adventure to the trade. I mean outraged citizens and all that were a pain in the ass sometimes, but, in their way they added a little spice to life.
The girls I talk to today couldn't outrage anyone. In fact, prostitutes are a fairly conservative group compared to some you hear about now.
I really think it must be a little boring for the girls now. I mean the money is scarce and when they do get it it's from old geezers, usually, who can't get it up anyway.
To get a handsome young buck anymore, you have to practically give it away. Not so in my day.
You asked me somewhere in our earlier conversation about memorable experiences. I'll have to tell you about Jimmy. He was my memorable experience. He was my handsome young buck of the century.
I don't know why I remember Jimmy so fondly, howver. He wasn't a great lover as I recall. Maybe it was his innocence.
Jimmy was brought to me one evening. I was in my late twenties then but I'd sure been around. Anyway, he was brought by some of his buddies who were kind of regulars of mine. Sailors. And of course, he was a sailor but he looked like he'd come straight off the wheat fields of Kansas.
I was raised on a farm too. Maybe that's why I liked him so much, I don't know.
Anyway, he was tall and big and had a L'il Abner sort Of attitude about women. I don't think he'd ever been with a woman before in his life, he was my little virgin. And I think I scared him to death at first.
I remember when he came through that door with his three buddies leading him, he just sort of turned beet red and then got very pale.
And me, well, I took one look at him and took the telephone off the hook. He was the sort of guy any girl would like to get in her stall, once at least, more often if possible. He was also the sort of guy who usually ends up getting stuck with a dud of a wife.
He was tall, a good six foot three, and handsome. He had curly blond hair, an innocent, boyish looking face and sparkling, deep blue eyes that looked at you shyly, helplessly, the kind you just want to reach out to and cuddle.
As I looked him over, I noticed his big well-built body, muscles up the ying-yang, like he'd done a good day's healthy manly work all his young life, and not pale and chalky like lots of the guys you meet. And not the gymnasium produced stud who bulges in all the right places and can't puck up thumb tacks for the exertion.
And down between his legs, through his navy blues, I could see the outline of a good sized, what am I saying? an enormous cock. It was the kind of cock that shows on a man because he has it, not because he's bought pants three sizes too small and propped it up like an angel food cake on display.
Anyway, I took Jimmy by the hand led him in and sent his buddies off.
I wanted this one all to myself and didn't need any help from the rooting section.
But Jimmy kind of watched them go with some disappointment written clearly across his face. It was almost a good twenty minutes and three beers later before I got him to feeling good and comfortable with me.
I kept asking myself, 'what are you doing, girl?'
But I kept right on doing it.
I was spending my evening, my money making time, on this poor, little backwoods sailor who didn't know which end was up.
And not only that, I was 'earning my money' as they say.
He sat on that sofa next to me as stiff and straight as a board.
I was sure that half the reason he was here at all was because his buddies had goaded him into it, taunted him, played on his masculine pride, you know, how men will do.
I was almost tempted to tell him to go on about, whatever he wanted and I'd stick by whatever story he wanted to tell the three I was sure were waiting outside the oor.
But, you know something, I was in on the conspiracy too, from the moment I first set eyes on him....
I wanted to give him a lay like he'd never forget, give him whatever self-confidence he needed to think of himself as a man, a lover, a stud.
After three beers, I remember I finally got his shirt off.
And then I just sat there a couple of minutes and gaped at him. He had a hard, young, muscular, beautiful chest and shoulders.
He leaned back on the couch, trying to act as manly and all-knowing as possible and I let him, helped him.
And I wasn't entirely lying. I gave him the feminine admiration routine to the hilt, and, in a way, I meant it. He was, by far, the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen and I'd only gotten his shirt off.
He was even more handsome in my eyes because the thought of his own looks had never occurred to him, I am sure. He didn't look to me like one of those men who stand in front of the mirror for hours, trying to get everything in the right place. It just was in the right place and taken for granted by its possessor.
I pulled him over a little closer to me finally, or maybe I slid closer to him, I don't remember.
I leaned and kissed him lightly on the lips, feeling his innocent little pucker as he tried to return my gesture.
Then I pulled his hands to my breasts.
He turned almost purple as he touched my flesh.
I moved them round and round, showing him what it was like to feel a woman, and how to feel a woman so she'd really enjoy it.
And he learned fast.
I remember I had on some sort of house frock which was quite stylish in its day, and I was wearing nothing under it.
Pretty soon, he was moving the palms of his hands round and round on those soft, feminine mounds of flesh like an expert, starting just where they rose at the base and working his way up to the pink rosebud nipples.
My own flesh began to respond to his more confident manipulations and when he took my stiffening, throbbing nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed and pinched them lightly, I moaned and sighed with the pleasure of it.
He caught on to when he was giving me pleasure by my reactions and began to explore a little himself. But he still kept his hands on the outside of the material as he moved them cautiously from one part of my body to another.
I pulled his head to me finally and kissed him hard on the lips, digging my tongue in between his teeth and, with my one free hand, I pushed one of his hands right into the top of the frock and onto my bare, soft, sensitive flesh.
Oh, he was getting the idea all right.
And I shivered at his touch as it roamed from one stiff, pointed nipple to the other.
Finally, I pulled his face down into the folds of my dress and right in between where it opened, allowing him free access.
I shivered with delight as I felt his tongue darting from between his lips and moving along my soft, velvety flesh.
He took one of my tits into his mouth finally and suckled at it pulling it deep into his mouth and then moving right to the tip, giving me the most pleasure and delight possible.
And he seemed to know what I was feeling.
The more I'd moan and grunt in pleasure the more he'd concentrate on that stiff, sensitive point of flesh, licking, sucking, nipping right at the end with his teeth.
He pulled the loose fitting garment I was wearing down over my shoulders finally and went to work for real there on my tits.
He went from one to the other with his young, firm lips, kissing, sucking, nipping until I could have screamed for joy.
The dress fell open all the way finally and, although he looked with widened eyes down at my cunt, he kept his lips firmly planted on my tits and just moved his hands up and down slowly on my sides, feeling my hips, my ass and my thighs and then moving back up again all the way to my ivory shoulders.
I bucked my hips a little, hoping he'd catch the hint, and he moved one hand, slowly, cautiously, carefully down to that mound of hairy flesh at the base of my belly.
When his fingers came into direct contact with my cunt hair, I moaned with extreme delight.
He began then to move his fingers round and round through the hair touching my cunt lips ever so lightly in his strokes.
Each time he'd come into contact with my pussy, I felt a shot flame of passion and lust shoot from that point to the top of my skull.
I reached down finally and planted his palm firmly against that pubic mound and moved it hard in a circular motion over the lips and the pussy hair, the clit hidden just below his touch.
It didn't take him long to catch on and take over at anything, it seemed. He liked to see me squirm and wiggle about in pleasure at his touch. I don't really think he had ever thought that he could give anyone so much joy.
He moved his hand over my pussy again and again, harder and harder and, at the same time, he pulled and sucked and nipped at my tits.
When I thought I could stand it no more, could tolerate no more teasing, I pushed him gently up and off me.
He looked sort of disappointed at first, like a rejected pup, but I grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom before he could settle down in his hurt feelings.
When we had gotten into the room and I closed the door behind the two of us, I glanced down between his legs and felt that my efforts had not been in vain. There, between his powerful legs, showing through those navy blue pants was one of the longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen, and believe me, I'd seen quite a few.
I made him stand there at the foot of the bed and I knelt down before him and began to unbutton those funny pants that sailors wear, loosening each one of those many buttons on that flap lovingly, carefully, seductively.
His lower belly came into view and I nuzzled my face against it feeling the soft, blond, curly hairs rubbing against my cheek.
He just stood there, not knowing I guess exactly what to do. And at first he looked embarrassed. Maybe I was the first woman to see him since his mother, who knows?
I got all the buttons loose and slid his trousers slowly down his firm, hard, young legs to drop in a heap around his ankles.
I got him to pull up one foot and then the other as I pulled the pants completely free, along with his shoes and socks, and tossed them somewhere at the side of the room.
I looked up the length of his smooth, lightly furred legs then and there it was....
A cock that could make a whore happy.
I tell you, you don't find many of those. Most men come in sporting a little four inch pecker and think they've got some sort of telephone pole stuck there between their legs.
But here was Jimmy, embarrassed, shy, not at all knowing how much he pleased me with that cock of his which must have been a good twelve inches long and so big around I couldn't close my hand around it.
I lowered my face to that cock of his arid touched it on the head with my tongue.
He jumped at the touch and the thing started to throb and pulsate with youthful violence in my hand.
Then I inserted the head of his prick between my lips, just a little at first, and worked round and round with my tongue and lips until he was writhing and moaning with pleasure.
His legs trembled a little beneath him and I almost thought he was going to come but he didn't.
I sunk the shaft of that hard, manly cock deep within my mouth then, taking it far back into my mouth, down my throat and really worked out on it for a while.
I could tell he was trying to stifle his moans and grunts of pleasure. He was still a little embarrassed.
So I took my young bull by the horns and got him up onto the bed on his back. He looked up at me pleadingly as though I were going to perform major abdominal surgery, I remember.
I moved myself over him, kissing and licking in a hot trail all the way from his cock and balls to his lips. Then I pressed my mouth hard against his and began to undulate and lower my body toward that hot, throbbing cock.
Lower and lower I went until I felt just the head of it on my cunt lips.
Jimmy jumped and squirmed as my hot, hairy cunt just touched, just tickled the head of his cock.
Then I lowered my hips a bit more, taking the head just in between those hot, hairy lips an inch or two.
I could feel him shake below me.
He looked at me once with wide, almost frightened eyes but then closed them as his face contorted with pleasure.
I pushed down and down, further and further until I had taken almost half of that gigantic cock into my own body.
He was wiggling and writhing now and I wasn't even started on him. I tried to calm him a little but it was no use. So I didn't wait, didn't tease and play any longer.
I pushed myself down hard upon him jamming that huge hunk of meat into my expectant cunt all the way up to the hilt.
Jimmy moaned and shook all over from the sudden, intense sensation and I felt the fullness stretching my pussy wide and filling it to capacity.
I began to move a little then, up and down, taking his cock in and out of me slowly, easily, hoping to prolong both our pleasures.
He was bucking and thrashing about now like a bride on her wedding night. I really thought he might come at any minute.
I rolled the two of us over onto our sides and then pulled him up over me, getting onto my back. I mean this was his rite of passage, not mine. And if he was going to do it at all, he was going to fuck toe and fuck me until I screamed in pleasure and ecstatic delight.
And he began, raising his tremendous, beautiful body slowly over me, clutching me first by my shoulders and then under my ass as he caught the rhythm, the motion of our love making.
He was slow and careful and tentative at first, just like he was trying out a new car. But as his passion mounted, as his cock throbbed like a rock hard pole within me, he pushed a little harder each time.
And I was bucking and thrashing about beneath him, and not in mock sincerity, not because I was trying to impress him with his prowess....
He was a real stud whether he knew it or not and I was shaking all over from the sheer delight of that cock, that hot, hard, young, manly cock jabbing harder and harder into my juicy, loving cunt.
He began to pound and pummel at my body now, jamming his cock harder and harder, faster and faster until I thought I was going to scream with delight.
I did scream, screamed my desire, my yearning and my fulfillment into his ears.
His body shook and hovered and quaked there above me.
He jabbed as hard and fast as he could.
And there, almost there....
There in the midst of our slapping, sweating bodies, was our mutual goal, almost within reach.
He plunged deeply and shook violently as his cock pulsated and shot his hot, youthful come deep and far into my cunt.
And I rallied and tossed and thrashed about as my own love juices joined and mingled with his in the heat of a passionate, violent, savage release.
When it was over we lay there for some time just enjoying the feeling of one another's bodies.
He finally got up and dressed and pushed out a few bills toward me.
I pushed his hand back and closed his own fist around the money. "This one's on the house," I told him, smiling. "I like you."
At that his grin broadened and I could see his ego inflate like the belly of a puffer fish. I could just imagine what he would be like when he told the three others waiting outside in the car. They'd never believe him, of course, but he would know.
"Remember me, sometime," I said, "When you and some other girl are making it, remember Annie."
And do you know, Miss, I'll bet that boy does that, does that just for me, just because I asked him.
My life hasn't always been that pleasant and exciting, of course. I've had my good times and my bad, but then who doesn't?
I was luckier than most though, you know. In this game, when your looks and youth go, it's all over, you're out of work, out of money and you might end up like the broads I see up and down the Bowery, stealing quarters from men who sleep on the sidewalk.
Tom came into my life when I was about thirty I guess. And he liked me, He became one of my all-time regulars.
I think we really like each other. I sometimes wonder that we didn't get married but he never mentioned it and I of course never asked him why.
I mean a woman has no right to ask any man to marry her, especially one who's been good to her and especially if she's a prostitute.
Anyway, Tom set me up in a little place of my own almost five years ago and when I get too old and fat to bring in the bread anymore, he kind of took over the wheel.
He's not a rich man, by any means. I think he hplds some sort of responsible position with some insurance company or other but he's not a high class executive or anything. He works hard for his money and he's well up in years too. I mean Tom and I are about the same age.
And he's really started taking care of me just like I was his wife. I mean we still get together a couple times a week and I show some of my domestic talents, like cooking and so on. we sit and talk just like old folks now, gossip about good times and bad, things we remember, places we've gone. Maybe someday he will ask me to marry him, I don't know. I'm not sure it makes a difference.
CASE NUMBER FIVE
My name is Edna and I can still remember the first time I got laid. All the fumbled attempts . before that are vague, but not that all-important first time I really experienced a cock. Talk about truth being cornier than fiction ... it was the boy next door. It's still hard to believe that such an innocent encounter paved the way for my career in prostitution....
His hands planted solidly on my buttocks ... fingers digging into the crack of my ass, ... That's what I really remember....
His name was Kirk, and like I said, he was the boy next door. I was still fourteen when it happened, and Kirk was all of eighteen. I guess I should tell you that Kirk succeeded where his kid brother had failed. I went to school with his kid brother-we were in the same grade.
"You'll tear my panties! Be careful!" That's what I remember telling Kirk's brother the times we came so damned close to making it. And then I remember that the moment he would try to get his first finger up my little pussy that had just started growing blonde ringlets-I'd panic and take off.
Kirk continually teased me about his kid brother trying to make me. At eighteen he had that winning grin and sure way about him. He was tall and lanky, and I can still remember how his dungarees seemed molded to his frame. And let me tell you-at the age of fourteen, I imagined that bulge up front to contain even more than it actually did. And more than once, whenever he teased me about his kid brother, I was certain that his hand rubbed at that mound down there for a brief moment.
"The kid brother gettin' at your pussy yet?" Kirk would persist. "He's really hot for you, Edna!"
"Stop talking like that, Kirk! If you don't, I tell my mother!"
"You won't tell your old lady," he would chuckle. "Not on a bet!"
He knew I wouldn't do that. Hell, my old lady was the type that would beat the shit out of you for just looking at her cross-eyed. And she would never believe my side of the story. She had called me a little tramp at the age of twelve for just walking with a boy. The old lady had accused me of just about everything, from getting laid to smoking pot. So at fourteen, I was determined to get a crack at both of the things she accused me of doing.
But to get back to Kirk, I'd have to admit that his teasing me always turned me on. At first-probably since he had a girl friend his own age-he wasn't really out to make me. At eighteen, a girl of fourteen can seem quite young. But the more he teased me about his fumbling kid brother, the hotter and hotter my little blonde box kept getting.
Yeah, I started some of the wildest masturbation, night after night to the fantasy of Kirk with most of his clothes off. Let me tell you, once I locked my bedroom door, I'd really go wild playing with myself in front of the mirror. Oh, I've heard that most kids jerk off in the dark, under the covers, and all that secret crap-but I loved to watch myself in action from the very beginning. And though I had to keep my voice down-since the old lady and her "boyfriend" were in the very next room-I always got a kick out of talking up the action.
I have another confession to make about my earliest masturbation at the age of fourteen. Even back then, I had discovered the joy of cock-substitutes. While today I have a wide assortment of dildoes, back then I relied on flashlights, bottles, cucumbers and just about anything phallic in shape. Hell, once I even shoved a broom handle up first my cunt and then my aching asshole.
"Give it to me, Kirk...."I'd whisper to my mirrored image, working a flashlight right up my pussy. "Oh, give it to me," I'd whine, working that steel object deeper and deeper into my pussy. And then I'd close my eyes as tight as I could, and I'd really strain until my imagination told me that I had Kirk's cock stuck up my pussy instead of a cold, impersonal flashlight.
"He loves me...." I'd haughtily inform my mirrored image. "Not that girl who just happens to be his age. He loves me," I'd repeat, over and over again, equating fucking with loving. "He'd love to go steady with me if I was a little older," I'd tell myself, working that flashlight in and out of my aching pussy.
The more I would have to strain to keep the fantasy of Kirk intact while playing with myself, the more I would imagine him taking his clothes off, right down to his shorts. Then I would always imagine him tugging out the largest cock ever-much longer than the flashlight stuck up my snatch-and getting it started at my pussy. Talk about imagination, I could clearly make out his large balls hanging real low and beautiful. Yeah, and my fingers would actually tingled whenever I imagined that they touched those delightful balls.
Even then, I guess I was sort of a nympho; willing to take anybody. It wasn't 'til later that I made money at it.
My fantasy in high gear, working that flashlight in and out of my young blonde pussy, I would always imagine Kirk's hands roaming all over my anatomy. First my young knockers, squeezing and mauling them, but with a sureness, and not the awkward fumbling of his kid brother. And then I would always imagine his bony fingers traveling down the length of my trim form, front and back. Okay, so then with one hand working that long flashlight in and out of my dripping cunt, my other hand would slip around to the crack of my ass-but my imagination told me it was Kirk's hand back there.
"Oh, do it to me!" I'd moan to my mirrored image, shoving the flashlight rougher and rougher into my cunt, jabbing that finger harder and harder up into my shit-trail. "Oh, Kirk! Darling...." And without fail, once that other hand was on the crack of my ass, I'd orgasm a heavy load that would really flood my young cunt.
"Oh, Kirk, darling...." I'd wail over and over again, keeping that flashlight jammed into me up front, and that finger still up the crack of my ass. "Oh, Kirk, darling...." And now as I look back and try to understand my erotic tendencies in that area, I realize that first I would remove the foreign object from my pussy, and keep that hand on the crack of my ass much longer. In fact, I would often give my asshole a few extra finger jabs long after I had orgasmed and removed that make-believe cock out of my cunt.
You don't realize all those signs along the way, but looking back, they're all there, pointing the way to an obsession that can really get the best of you.
I can still remember the months of torture during my fourteenth year. All the fumbling attempts of almost getting laid by Kirk's kid brother, being continually teased by Kirk-and masturbating every damned night to my Kirk-fantasies. Well, I don't have to tell you-masturbation is a stop-gap measure. It will keep you going only so long, until you eventually get the real tiling. And crazy, but once I was so damned hot to have the eighteen-year-old Kirk throw me a fuck-I wasn't about to give in to his fifteen-year-old brother.
In getting the man you want, when you want him, a girl has that instinct for the right moves-and even at the age of fourteen. I started teasing Kirk. Only while he was teasing me with words, I started getting careless about my sitting habits and things like that-letting him sneak glance after glance at my panty-covered snatch. Yeah, and that summer I would actually lower my halter and try to hike up my hot pants to give him as much physical teasing as he gave me of the verbal variety.
"You're startin' to really grow up...." he finally gave in, watching me sit on the couch in his living room with my legs spread out as wide as I dared. His kid brother was upstairs getting some schoolbooks, and his mother was busy in the kitchen. Yeah, I used the kid brother as an excuse to see as much of Kirk as I possibly could.
"You finally noticed," I teased in return, arching my tightly-sweatered breasts forward and daring to spread my thighs all the wider. Let me tell you, I was wearing a damned short mini and I was sure he was staring right up at the crotch of my filmy panties. To make doubly sure, I lifted my knees up slightly and really gave him a good view.
"I might have to cut my brother out," he gulped, and I knew that my panty-covered snatch on parade was paying off. Not only by his remark, but mainly by the enormous outline of his hard cock staring me right back underneath his tight dungarees. I could see it hanging on the side of his thigh, and it seemed to be breathing and throbbing and actually struggling to break through the prison of his pants seemingly molded to his midsection and thighs.
"How about your girl friend?" I teased in return, arching my young knockers forward all the more.
"I might dig a much younger girl," he shrugged, and for that one beautiful moment, he planted his hand solidly on that bulging crotch. And after that certain smile, he pretended that he was in reality running his hands all the way down his thighs. "Would you like to go out with me? We'd have to make it on the sly."
"I'll think about it," I shrugged, enjoying my newly found power. And then it was my turn to give him a certain message. I pretended to be turning about, putting my knee under my legs. And in the process, I really threw my panty-covered crotch right up at him-actually working my hand over it for a brief moment.
The next few days were sheer torture. I could pretend and tease Kirk all I wanted, but my hot blonde box was not to be denied. Shit, I would have crawled to him-from our driveway to theirs-to get fucked by him at that stage. And let me tell you, after that, masturbation really couldn't cut it. I became the scheming female, and I sensed my big chance when Kirk was driving out to the lake to go swimming. I conned his kid brother into asking him if we could go along. Kirk's girl was going swimming too, but that didn't put a crimp into my scheming to get my first real fucking from Kirk.
Two couples ... matched by age, while Kirk and I were determined to make it together. We just had to sneak a glance at each other by that stage to realize that. And once we got down by the lake, the tension was unbearable. We all had out bathing suits on underneath our street clothing, so it was really quite a sensual scene watching four young people strip off their routine clothing and get down to scanty swimwear. And let me tell you, those sleek black racing trunks Kirk wore were just about as scanty as you could get on the beach. I could instantly tell by the bulging front that he sure as hell didn't bother wearing a jock underneath. I glanced over quickly at his kid brother's meat basket, and it couldn't quite compare with Kirk's.
I did feel sort of smug that my bikini was much more daring than the one worn by Kirk's girl. And I could tell that by then she sensed me as a competitor. Talk about feeling smug-I tried my best to pair off Kirk's kid brother and his girl together in all sorts of activities.
The exact moment came when Kirk's kid brother offered to give Kirk's girl friend some swimming instructions. The very moment they got involved in the water, I glanced over at the rising bulge at the crotch of his sleek swimwear. Yeah, and at the age of fourteen I couldn't help but run my tongue over my parched lips. I shifted about uneasily and I had that moist and tingling feeling running from the tip of my blonde pussy all the way down the inner reaches of my thighs, and right smack up to the crack of my ass. I mean to tell you, I was turned on the fuckin' limit.
"Edna," he started uneasily, "I know a place up on that hill. We'll be alone."
All the games and the teasing were over. I mean, we didn't even give a shit what the others might think when they got back and discovered us gone. Kirk got up and really accentuated the enormous throbbing of that crotch. He turned in the direction of the woods leading up to the hill, and I silently followed him. I was floating all the way up there. Yeah, in reality my feet certainly had to be touching the ground, but my mind was soaring above all that in wild anticipation.
At that certain spot he had chosen, he turned me in towards him, our bodies instantly making contact, my budding knockers jamming into the firmness of his chest.
"Wow, Edna!" And he brought his lips fully to mine, pressing hard. No fumbling, no awkwardness, he planted his hands solidly on my buttocks-down in underneath my scanty bikini bottom. I had to let out that certain click down deep in my throat, my mouth opened and his tongue came rushing in, instantly twining mine. And then I tensed my entire body. Yeah, I went wild.
Our mouths still together, I showed my gratitude by getting my hand right down there, planting it solidly on that enormous high-rise of hard cock inside his trunks. I fevered it, seemingly working my hand in time with those fingers gliding up and down, jabbing in and out of the crack of my ass.
"I really dig you, Edna," he moaned, his mouth finally backing away from mine. "For quite some time now...." And his hands moved up to the clasp of my bra. "You're gonna be my girl now," he stressed, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the ground. "My girl...." And he ran his hands up front, pressing and squeezing the rigid tips of my knockers. And then I really went wild, feeling his open mouth clamp on first one and then the other, his words constantly praising me in-between trips.
I had my hand right down there, molded right over the heavy pouch of his swim trunks, enjoying the feel of that long thing throbbing and seemingly talking to me.
"You've really been turning me on," Kirk wailed and his hands moved swiftly down to the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "You're really something." And he stepped back slightly, his eyes taking in all of me as he glided that bikini bottom downward.
"Like, wow!" he clicked, my blonde snatch coming into sight. "You're really something!" And he wiggled the bottom piece down, getting me to step out of it. "I thought of you as a kid for too long, Edna"
"Do you really love me?" l asked in typical fourteen-year-old girl-style, watching him hook his bony fingers into the waistband of his swimtrunks. "Really love me?" I repeated, tingling all over to get fucked.
"You're gonna be my girl, Edna," he stressed again, and then he anxiously tugged his swim trunks down.
"Wow, you're really something!" I gulped hard, watching that thick prod of cock bob into sight at a perfect angle. And then there was that one moment of truth, standing before each other, totally and beautifully nude.
"You're really something, too," he assured me with that big smile, and he took my hand and planted it solidly on the jut of his thick cock.
I had that nervous moment, wanting that cock so badly, and yet something inside telling me to run. Yeah, actually trying to tell me that I wasn't quite ready to handle the situation. That uneasy feeling can really frighten a girl, especially at the age of fourteen-and even more especially when she has yet to really experience her first cock. Let me tell you, that's a trying time in a girl's development.
I was calmed instantly. Yeah, the very moment Kirk planted one hand on my snatch and the other solidly on the crack of my ass. I was not only calm then, but anticipating the action. Something inside me said to start stroking that big cock in my hand. And that happy sound coming from down deep within Kirk's throat told me that I was doing it right. Not too fast-not too slow-not too tight-just right ... stroking that throbbing cock to a young girl's delight.
Kirk's hands touched my back and front, his fingers doing beautiful things to prepare me. First I was aware of that finger gliding up and down the length of my moist pussy. And then I was equally aware of his other finger gliding up and down the length of my asshole. I stroked his hot cock evenly, feeling the jabbing of that finger in and out of my pussy. I tightened my fisted hand slightly on that throbbing prick, and writhed to the tune of the finger jabbing and probing in and out of my asshole.
That hand and finger action on my asshole did so damned much to get me ready for the real action, to calm me and work me up to all sorts of anticipation-and yet I was too young and inexperienced to actually comprehend getting a cock stuck up my asshole. I couldn't possibly think of getting fucked-a cock pistoning in and out-in the ass, the same way you got your pussy fucked. I just sensed that it felt so great to have him fool around with his hand and fingers back there. Somehow, I thought of it much like you would a guy playing with your knockers. Only with me, I rated getting my ass felt up higher than the same happening to my knockers.
"We're gonna make it together, Edna," Kirk whispered hoarsely, removing his hand from my love mound. "I'll be real careful with you," he assured me, between flicking wild kisses at the soft of my neck. "So don't be scared." And I was so beautifully aware of that hand planted solidly on the center of my buttocks, that finger gliding wonders up and down, jabbing in and out. Then, without the competition of the other hand on my snatch, it really accentuated all the action back there.
"You're gonna really be my girl now-" And he worked me down on the moist grass, right underneath a large tree, carefully spreading my thighs wide apart.
That hand on my ass wasn't there, not during the process of getting me down on the grass and spreading my thighs apart. I felt his hands both go solidly on my trim hips, but that was a slightly different feeling. I felt that moment of fear, that voice within me saying that I wasn't ready to handle an affair with a boy fours years older than I. All the doubts and fears and possible repercussions were starting to foment with me and rise to the top. I twisted and turned, really pushing the panic button the moment I felt him position that thick cock head at the start of my moist love slit.
"Kirk! Do you really love me?"
"Edna, honey! You know do!"
I calmed myself, writhing and twisting to possible ecstasy the very moment he planted those hands on my buttocks, seemingly positioning me for that first cock thrust into my pussy.
"Hang on tight, Edna ... we're gonna make it together." And he thrusted his hot cock into my snatch, driving it in past the thick head before stopping. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, his hands positioning all the firmer on my buttocks, drawing me totally up to him.
"I don't care," I whimpered, getting my first real cock experience. "Do it to me, please!" And with his hands pressuring my rear end, I found myself gyrating my ass up to meet his first total cock thrust.
All the way in-until I felt the base of him slamming into me and I had that terrific sensation of having a large cock buried right into the hilt of my vagina. It hurt. It hurt beautifully, and spurred on by those hands solidly planted on my buttocks, I wanted it to hurt all the more. Yeah, I wanted it to hurt that way for as long as it was humanly possible.
"Wow, Edna!" Kirk started pistoning those perfect cock strokes in and out of me. "You're greater than I ever imagined you'd be." And he threw more and more cock at me. And I clung to him, throwing my love mound up at him, realizing that he had obviously gone through the same agony. Yeah, maybe he had even masturbated thinking about fucking me.
Well, we made up for just about all the torture we had put ourselves through, slamming cock to pussy-crowing pussy up to cock.
"Now, Edna! Now! Let's make it together!"
I felt a moment of panic, but once all that hot cream spurted inside me, my juices flowed freely and I experienced for the first time the greatness of "making it together."
So that was the first time I got laid-the straight and normal way. And yet, my mind still dwells on the feel of hands on my buttocks.
Now I should tell you that just about everyone made it hell for us to go steady. Needless to say, Kirk's kid brother and his girl friend were wise to where and why we had disappeared so long. He stopped going out with her, and would only go with me.
"Cradle robber!" That was what his eighteen-year-old buddies would call him. "Hey, Kirk. Has she got any hair on her pussy yet?"
I don't have to tell you that when you're older, four years difference in age doesn't mean a damned thing. Hell, not even ten or twelve years. But when you're in your teens-four years difference in age can be murdurous.
Especially with my old lady. And this time when the accusations started flying, they were absolutely true.
"You're not satisfied with boys your own age!" she'd rant, giving me the back of her hand. "You're letting that big kid screw you! I should call the cops on him!"
"She's gettin' to be a real snotty bitch," my mother's boyfriend got into the act. "She's actin'awful high'n mighty for a girl her age!"
Maybe I should stop and tell you about Frank at this point, since I'm sure he did his part making me into a hooker. My old man deserted us-took off for parts unknown when I was a little girl, and that's all my old lady every lamented.
"He was no damned good! Your father was a shiftless bum who didn't want to work! I had to go out and work!"
Looking back, I can now realize that her continual nagging would be enough to drive anyone away. Hell, it drove me away when I was only seventeen. But getting back to her boyfriend Frank, I now realize that he was a sadistic sonuvabitch, and the fact that my mother was basically a masochist made it a perfect match. He was a few years younger than my old lady ... the tall, rugged type who was so damned vain about his thick, curly black hair and long sideburns.
"It's the same as bein' married," my mother informed me when Frank moved in with us while I was still thirteen. "It's the same because we have all the respect of married people for each other, and we can't get married on account of your father running away on us. And you'll need a father, now that you're growing up.
First of all, I didn't need a father-figure like that selfish bastard. And second, I didn't know it then, but my old man had been gone long enough that my old lady could have applied for a divorce on the grounds of desertion. My old lady just wanted her steady cock right there on tap all the time-pure and simple, that's all it amounted to. And believe me, I could hear their wild sex sprees right through the wall of our rooms, night after night. I couldn't figure out all those signs at the time, but looking back I can now realize that they must have really been in the S & M scene quite deeply. But I don't think they were ever honest about it. I think they convinced themselves that it was a part of really getting worked up in sex. And I know for certain that they were forever having squabbles, giving Frank the excuse to give her the beatings she really craved.
Crazy ... but what the fuck isn't these days? But I'll tell you something that wasn't so crazy-and I sensed it immediately at the time. Once I started getting fucked regularly by Kirk, I started to feel the part of a real female-yeah, all woman. And let me tell you, my mother's boyfriend started looking at me in a new light. I could sense that he was forever finding excuses to brush up against my sweater or blouse and his hands would be crawling all over me. And whenever I sat down rather sloppy, I'd catch him looking right up my skirt, his hand going down to his crotch area. And let me tell you, Frank was hung like a fuckin' stud horse! How do I know? One time while the old lady was shopping, he purposely took a leak with the bathroom door wide open-knowing that I was in my bedroom with my door open. Yeah, I was fascinated by the second cock I had ever laid eyes on, but I was so hooked on Kirk that I wasn't about to get involved with that miserable bastard. The only question in my mind was only whether I hated him more or less than I did my miserable old lady.
Damned fascinated ... let me tell you, watching him purposely shaking that semi-hard cock, pretending that he was letting the last drop of piss come out. And I was even more fascinated watching that dark-skinned cock getting harder and harder, jutting out even longer than Kirk's beautiful cock. Yeah, I could feel that moistness start down at my snatch, and my panties seemed suddenly glued to the crack of my ass. I tried to pretend that I wasn't looking-but I sure as fuck was. I'll tell you something really wild. My young and very fertile imagination suddenly wondered why that fantastic reel of throbbing cock couldn't be detached from that lousy sonuvabitch and give me all the fun I wanted. Yeah, fisted tightly in my hand, rubbing it all over my belly and my thighs, and then aiming it directly up into my cunt. But just as long as Frank himself wasn't a part of it.
Frank turned directly towards my room, waving that hard cock, no longer pretending that he was taking a leak. I heard that panic button go off deep inside me, and I slammed my door hard, putting a chair up to it and locking it. I could hear him laughing out in the hallway, but I didn't move. Well, I almost didn't move. I had to ram a hand down underneath my skirt, right inside my panties for a quick finger-fuck to the mental image of that fantastically long cock totally detached from that miserable, bastard. I orgasmed in record time, only wanting relief, not the thought of him. I heard my old lady pulling into the driveway and I knew the crisis was over. Frank had a good deal living rent-free and sponging off my old lady, and he wasn't about to foul it up. Of course, after getting a solid glance at that enormous cock of his, I'd have to admit that my old lady wasn't getting the best of the deal-especially since she didn't take care of herself and the sag and wear and tear was definitely starting to show.
The very next morning, the rain was coming down in buckets and I knew that Kirk wanted to drive me to school. The moment she heard that, the old lady insisted that Frank would drive me to school, since she had to hurry off to work. Oh, Frank worked, just a few hours a day in a neighborhood bookie joint.
"I wanna go with Kirk!"
"You'll go with Frank!" And she gave me the back of her hand on the spur of the moment.
I had to fight back that urge to start calling her names and to tell her to go fuck herself, that I loved Kirk and that's all there was to it. I had to bite at my lower lip, controlling my emotions, realizing that being so much younger than Kirk-and since eighteen was a legal age in my state back home-I would be getting him into a lot of trouble. So I went with Frank.
"You ain't kidding me," Frank started. "You're letting Kirk bang your pussy every chance you get!"
"Don't talk like that!"
"I ain't dumb," he persisted, his eyes going to my thighs, instead of being on the heavy traffic in the road.
"Just mind your own business and keep your mind on your driving," I tight-lipped, looking straight ahead, knowing that his eyes were scorching right through my raincoat, dress and panties and bubbling into my snatch.
"Don't get smartass with me, Edna." And he planted a hand on my thigh, quickly edging it up underneath my raincoat and skirt until I could feel it at the edge of my panties.
"Stop it!" And I tried to edge further over, but seemed glued, only able to hook my hand on his wrist. "Watch where you're going!"
"I know where I'm going!" he lewdly informed me, jamming that hand right on the crotch of my panties.
"Stop it, Frank!"
"If you're gonna get fucked by an eighteen-year-old kid-go all the way an' let a real man do it!" he boasted, almost swerving into the middle lane as he tried desperately to get that hand underneath the filmy material of my panties.
"Stop it, Frank!" And I yanked away from him but that arm just kept reaching over, refusing to leave my snatch.
"Be smart, kid! I'll throw your young pussy the greatest fucking ever!"
"Stop it, I'm warning you!"
"And when your pussy's had too much cock-I'll ram it up your asshole! Oh, man! I sure would love to fuck that tender, young ass of yours!"
"Stop it!" I screeched, "or I'll tell my mother! I'm warning you, Frank! I'll tell my mother!"
"Okay! Okay!" And he withdrew his hand from my crotch, planting both hands solidly on the wheel, while very obviously pouting like a little boy. "I won't bother you again. But if you ever change your mind-just whistle, Edna"
"Don't hold your breath!"
We drove the rest of the way in silence, but my mind was churning overtime. I realized that in threatening him, I had referred that bitch of a woman as "my mother," instead of the "old lady." But that wasn't all that was flowing wildly through my brain. Frank's last lewd words echoed over and over again on the blackboard of my youthful mind:
I'll ram it to your asshole....
And I've never forgotten them, Doc.
They keep running around my mind....
I need help, Doc. Bad....
GENERAL CONCLUSION
In the previous stories, we have been given a personal account of the daily operations of a prostitute. Without the coloring of fiction, and the sterility of a documentation, we can see a real side of the underground profession which has become so prevalant a part of today's society.
As was made apparent throughout these case studies, there were very definite reasons, usually childhood traumas, which prompted the subjects to choose prostitution as a profession in adulthood. As is the case with many deviations from the standard sexual road, prostitution becomes that missing link in the search for sexual gratification.
Parents who force their children to perform unnatural sexual acts, lovers who take without giving, and in the process either physically or mentally abuse the young and inexperienced girl, are several types that can push a normal sensitive girl into the sometimes sordid and of times sexually demanding world of prostitution. Without casting any moral aspersions on this world that has probably been displayed in more different lights than any other profession, these stories have the ring of truth so uncommon with the usual glamorized accounts of this world, and it is without a doubt, obvious that the life of the prostitute is not an easy one, that it often borders on the dangerous, and can often be considered quite pathetic. As with every form of sexual practice, a deeper understanding of prostitution is necessary, one that will put it in its proper perspective and afford everyone that additional knowledge from which tolerance begins.
