"I care not who writes my nation's laws, if I can write her songs," an anonymous savant has observed. His remark underscores the often forgotten importance of that layer of life which underlies the official layer of political rhetoric and of the history which is recorded in history books. Sigmund Freud and the psychoanalysts who followed him have demonstrated the extreme importance of dream, fantasy, and unconscious desire.
Everybody knows the official American Dream-the dream of political freedom combined with individual prosperity. But there is another, unofficial American Dream. Or perhaps it is simply a human dream. In periods of Puritanic repression it goes deep underground and we only learn of its existence by the sermons preached condemning it. In periods of more literary and personal freedom it surfaces. It can hardly ever have surfaced more clearly and forcefully than in Douglas Dee's hard-hitting novel, Always Randy.
Randy Hardy, Dee's protagonist, has many of the characteristics of the traditional American hero, the ambitious young man seeking his place in society. He rises to any challenge. He makes his way in the world, not through influence or inherited wealth, but through natural talent and the force of his personality. He is a man of many parts: we see him successively as pro football star, Marine, bellhop, chauffeur, croupier, life-guard, policeman, big-league pitcher, motion picture idol, congressman, and candidate for president. He takes his share of hard knocks, too. A familiar story, that of the young man on the way up.
But in some significant ways, this is not the official American Dream. For Randy Hardy is not primarily interested in money or social success. His primary goal is that of sexual satisfaction. And just as many a successful financier moves beyond preoccupation with his own finances to a broader interest in politics, so Randy Hardy becomes in time a seeker of high office, a prophet of change.
Those who judge literature from a narrowly moralistic stance will condemn this picaresque chronicle of erotic stimulation as an affront to their moral codes. The literal-minded will complain that nobody could possibly have crammed that much adventure into that amount of life. The censors who seek to prescribe our reading tastes for us will ask why we should be concerned with a lengthy sexual fantasy, written not in the general euphemisms of earlier erotic classics, but in the tough, nitty-gritty language of the locker-room and the neighborhood bar.
But if we are to understand ourselves and the world we live in, we must understand, not only what we are in physical fact and what we might like to become in terms of the official American Dream, but of what we yearn for in our fantasy lives, the secret desires of our unbuttoned moments. This is the other American dream, or perhaps the other universal dream. For it is un-likely that any human being past the age of puberty has not, at some time, entertained fantasies of total sexual potency and total sexual accessibility.
The standard answer of society to these disruptive and aberrant sexual drives is to repress them. Jail the offender against accepted norms. Make him a social pariah. Where possible, deny that the urge exists at all. The only difficulty with this approach is that it does not work. No amount of pious instruction and exhortation, no amount of police and community harassment of offenders has yet succeeded in stamping out the sex drive.
While society attempts to repress human sexuality through its churches and censors, it is not at all averse to titillating it in the interests of sweet commerce and a fast buck. Consider advertising slogans, from "The Marine Corps Builds Men" to "You Make Out Better at Both Ends." It does not take a degree in applied psychology to detect the appeal in these slogans to the sex drive. In fact, there is hardly a product sold in this country today whose advertising campaigns do not somehow connect it with the promise of greater physical attractiveness, greater sexual potency, a wider field of sexual action.
So we see the fact that society, while it pretends to condemn our sexual urges, actually is only too happy to exploit them where such exploitation is profitable. It may not be willing to give us the girl we want, except under rigid legal conditions, but it will be delighted to sell us a sports car styled to suggest speed, daring, and potency, and named for a wild stallion. Is the American Dream of Randy Hardy really as irrelevant to the actual world we live in as the moralists would like us to believe? If we are to detect attempts to exploit and manipulate us, that private, unofficial, outlawed American Dream which Hardy embodies is extremely relevant.
In another way, Randy Hardy's American Dream and its implications are very much to the point. As Always Randy comes to a close, Hardy is capping a sensational career in Washington by a bid for the presidency. It seems highly un-likely that any man could, in the present state of politics in this country, seek the highest office in the land on the Hardian platform. On the other hand, while the laws of every state regard murder as a crime, a recent presidential candidate drew frequent applause with promises to run down certain classes and types of people with his automobile. If we can accept and in some cases welcome a breach of the moral code in regard to murder, why not in regard to our sexual mores? Besides, politics, like advertising, is full of covert appeals to our sexual appetites. Many an election has been decided on the basis of which candidate photographed best or had the firmest handshake. In other words, on the basis of sex appeal.
So, moralists to the contrary, we all need to be concerned with Randy Hardy and his unofficial but pervasive American Dream.
Karl Otto Pappenfus, Ph.D. Minneapolis, Minnesota November, 1968
CHAPTER ONE
If you're one of those people who are easily offended by four letter words and minutely detailed sexual descriptions, then stop reading right now. In telling my story, I believe that only honesty can do it justice. I want to tell it like it is. I happen to be a guy who uses four letter words quite often and in describing my sex life as I'm about to do, I don't intend to leave out, or cover over any of the sloppy details. There's no way I can make my point unless you can feel every throbbing hard on, taste every load of come I shoot, or smell every smelly pussy I've sucked or fucked.
I'm not trying to shock anybody. That's bullshit. I just ask that you try to understand what I've become, and why. The only way you can do that is to experience the same type of sex encounters I did. Vicariously, anyway.
Why must I dwell on sex? That's easy. I've done a lot of things and had a wide variety of jobs. Almost always, I've worked in one uniform or another. Uniforms attract cunt like magic. And man, I've had more than my share of cunt. I'll tell you about the other things I did, but you'll soon see that in every situation my life revolves around sex.
My name is Randy Hardy and girls and guys seem to agree that I'm about the handsomest son of a bitch in the world. Forgive me if I ever sound like I'm bragging, but when you tell it like it is, sometimes it comes out that way.
According to my parents, the fictional Andy Hardy was their inspiration for my name. That, my friends, is where all resemblance between clean-cut young Andy and me ends. I don't think that Hardy character ever had an impure thought or even raised a hard on.
I've never been accused of having a clean mind and my cock has been standing up practically from the day I was born. Oh, it's not perpetually hard, but if you balance the time out, I think you'll find it's been up more than it's been down.
Everybody, gals and guys alike, say the same thing the first time they get a load of me for the first time in the nude.
"Wow! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
Yep. That's the standard reaction. To say that I'm well-hung would be considered by some to be a gross understatement.
The only reason I bring to your attention my good looks and extremely generous endowment is so you'll understand why I've been so successful in the sex sweepstakes in which we're all contestants. And yes, those uniformed jobs I mentioned helped also.
A uniform may attract a gal, but when you drop your duds for a little fast action in the sack you've got to be able to deliver the goods. The medical books say you don't need a big dick to give a good fuck. If you know how to do it right, a guy should be able to drive a cunt up the wall with no more than two or three stiff inches. On the other hand, a huge cock like mine can sometimes scare a cunt out of her wits. She gets, a load of the size and right away thinks you're gonna tear her hole open.
The fact is, the size is mostly psychological. You make do with whatever you've got available. I've met some gals who had been screwed so much that even a redwood tree wouldn't have satisfied them. And I've had more than one piece of ass with a too-tight twat, loosen up and swallow the whole rod after tasting the first couple of inches.
I guess it's kind of like the tits on a gal. Some of the flattest tits I've seen on a broad were the tastiest to suck. Then again, some of those tempting looking melons stuffed into a tight sweater, turn out to be duds. But as I said before, size is mostly psychological. Us guys flip over a broad with a big set of knockers. My lengthy dong had about the same effect on a lot of women. Let's face it, everybody loves a big dick. Broads think it makes their studs look more manly and gives them a charge to think of all that hard flesh being crammed up their hungry cunts. Queers love 'em because it gives them that much more cock to shove down their throat or up their eager ass. And every guy secretly wishes he had a generous-sized prick dangling between his legs.
In various locker rooms I've seen some tiny peckers, even more medium-sized dongs, and a good many big ones. Mine was always the biggest. So if I keep referring to the enormity of my genitals, just remember that I'm only stating the facts. Take my word for it. If anybody has any doubts, bring around a good, long tape measure and I'll let you see for yourself.
In a relatively short span of years I've held many jobs that brought me into contact with the public in one way or another. I've played pro football, been a Marine, a bell boy, a chauffeur, a croupier, a convict, a lifeguard, a cop (yep, even though I had been a convict I became a cop ... but you'll see how when the time comes) ... a baseball player, an actor, and finally ... but wait ... we'll get to that eventually.
Most of those jobs required a uniform. It was the uniform, plus my good looks, that attracted the chicks to me in droves. It was what was inside the uniform (especially the pants) that kept them coming back for more.
In giving you this picture of my sex life, I can only cover some of the highlights. I've had my hands, mouth, tongue and cock plastered up against too many twats to give you the dope on all of them. A rough estimate would be about three thousand cunts, give or take a couple of hundred. But the quantity is unimportant. The variety is of more interest, I think.
During my teen years my sex life was about par for the course, I suspect. Mostly talk and not enough action. I jerked off while weaving erotic fancies in my head. When I started dating in high school, sex was usually a game with some coed who was afraid to really cut loose and have herself a good fuck. We played a lot of feelsies and grab-ass. I managed to score a few times. Things were about the same in college. However, there was nothing worth jotting down for posterity.
I didn't become a human sex machine until I quit college to sign a pro football contract. There was only another year to go to get my degree in physical education, but the lure of all that big money in professional ball was too great. My college coach 'was pissed off at me for quitting, but not because I was giving up my education. I was the star quarterback and the only guy he had to replace me at that key position wasn't worth a shit.
I'm grateful to the coach though. He always emphasized that we should take advantage of every opportunity when it presented itself, since it seldom appeared twice. I was just following his advice.
With my phys. ed. major, I could've gone on to coach high school football to a bunch of pimply-faced jockstraps. Instead, I chose to go for the money and excitement and prestige and glamor of pro football.
How lucky can a guy get? A rookie like myself doesn't usually make the top squad for a couple of years, if at all. Lady Luck was on my side though. In the first game of the season, the regular quarterback broke his left leg and I was tagged as substitute.
I completed twenty-three out of twenty-four passes and took the team to a smashing victory with my play calling. So overnight I became a football hero. Newspaper reporters began to concentrate on me for their copy and they nicknamed me, "Handy Randy." But it was all luck. I was doing a great job in all the games. Because of the TV coverage and newspaper write-ups, I had become a national sports hero.
There's no need to dwell on my football exploits, though. You probably read all about them, or saw them on your television set. Off the field, man, I was swimming in cunt. The gals would just throw themselves at me, hoping I'd throw them a bone.
One incident especially was funny. Just as half time broke during a game, this little broad runs onto the field and tries to lift me in the air. Now I'm a little over six feet and I've got a trim, but husky physique. With all my football gear on, I'm even bigger.
This excited little twat was only about five two or three at the most. She just barely got her arms around me and she strained to lift, but couldn't budge me.
I didn't want to see the kid hurt herself, so I just put my arms around her and hugged her good-naturedly. When I did that, I felt her hand on my crotch rubbing my balls.
"That's for good luck," she whispered.
Then she scoots back to the stands and I'm standing there with about half a hard on. Fortunately I had a tight jock on.
After the game and another victory, I was really pooped. A lot of the other players on the team resented me because I was getting all the publicity, and as far as they were concerned I was just a fresh young punk.
Sure, I was plenty self-confident. But in that racket you need to be. No quarterback wins a game being humble. And I was winning games.
Some of the guys treated me pretty good though. And they kidded me about my big dong. Now you know that football players are usually huge guys. These were. And most of them had a good, healthy hunk of salami hanging between their own legs. But even they were impressed with what Mother Nature had hung on me.
After this particular game, which was early in the season, I took off my pads and peeled down to just my jockstrap. I shot the shit with the reporters as usual, then I lay down on a rubbing table to grab a few winks.
Sometime latter, I woke up when I heard high heels on the concrete locker room floor.
"Hi. May I come in?" It was very much a female voice and I'm lying there on my belly dressed in my open-ass jock.
"Hey lady," I yelled. "You can't come in here. This is the player's locker room."
"I know that," she said as she walked on in and up to the table holding my nearly naked body.
It was the broad who came out and rubbed my nuts for luck.
"How'd you get in?" I asked irritatedly.
"The door was open so I just walked in. I was waiting outside for you. Everybody else has gone long ago. There doesn't seem to be anybody here but us."
I remembered then that the locker attendant who usually took care of closing the place had requested permission to leave early that day for some personal reason. I guess everyone else assumed I would lock up since I was the last one there.
That left me all alone with one of my fans, who obviously wanted something as a souvenir. And I intended to give her a souvenir she'd never forget.
"Do you mind if I stay, Randy?"
"Not at all," I answered, not minding at all.
"You're beautiful," she gushed. "I thought you were great with your football suit on, but without your clothes you look even better."
I lay there contentedly, drinking it all in. I've never tired of people praising my body.
"How about giving me a rubdown?" I suggested.
"I don't know how to," she answered.
"All you have to do is put your hands on my body and rub."
"And that's all? I always thought there was some trick to it."
"Baby, something tells me you know all the tricks there are to it. Just rub me as hard as you can."
She began. Timidly at first. But then, taking bigger and bolder strokes up and down my legs and back. Her hands were definitely not like the trainer's. His meat hooks were big, cold and hit like a sledgehammer. This doll's pinkies were small, warm and gentle, even when she was trying to be rough.
"Gee, Randy. I've read so much about you and seen so many of your games, I never though I'd actually be here in the locker room with you. Doing this." She gushed the words out in an emotional torrent.
"Yeah. I guess we're both lucky." I didn't bother to ask her name because I wasn't interested. It was just another one night stand as far as I was concerned. Tomorrow I'd be in another city for another game and this broad could go back to her old boy friend knowing that at least once in her lifetime she'd really been fucked.
"You're so hard!" she exclaimed, feeling the muscles in my back and in my thighs.
"How bout kneading the cheeks of my ass? That gets pretty tense too."
She complied readily by running her palms over the white globes of my ass. Though my ass is muscular, it's much more soft than the rest of my body and now her touch became very tender and loving. Her fingers explored the dark crack and played with the curly hairs that filled the crack of my ass. I said I liked it, so she shoved one finger up my asshole in reply.
After that little action, we exchanged very few words. We communicated chiefly through physical activity. She continued to play with my ass and when the straps of my jock got in her way, she got me to lift up enough so she could pull it off. Then she glued her mouth to my asshole and sucked it like it was a lemon. Her tongue played around the rim of my sphincter and then shot up into the hole as far as she could get it.
While she was giving my shithole a good licking, I thought my cock would split the rubbing table in half. I had a hard on that could've been used as a battering ram. When she paused to take a breather, I turned over onto my back. My stiff dick looked like the leaning tower of Pisa.
The effect wasn't lost on this broad. Her eyes bugged out but good when she spied the size of my shaft. Drool started to run out of the comer of her mouth.
"Do you like it?" I asked her unnecessarily.
"It's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, running her fingers lightly up and down the ivory smoothness. Then she put both hands on it and ran them up and down.
"My god! I never dreamed it would be so big and beautiful."
"It's all yours to play with," I offered generously.
She didn't need to be coaxed. With a sureness of movement that indicated she'd been this route before, she cupped my balls lovingly and played with them as her tongue teased the large head of my dick. Bringing her face closer, I could feel her hot breath over my cock and balls. She ran her tongue playfully through the thick bush of pubic hair and then closed her lips around the reddish knob of my quivering dong. Even though her mouth was jammed full with the giant head, she managed to run her tongue expertly around the sleek organ. I was getting so hot that I kept pumping my ass upward for her to swallow more of my cock.
It wasn't necessary for me to work hard, though. This little bitch really knew her stuff. After lubricating the head of my dick with her saliva, she pushed her face down suddenly, cramming a whole lot more of my cock into her already overstuffed face.
I've had a lot of blow jobs, but even though most cocksuckers like a big dick, they had a little trouble sucking every inch of mine. And cocksuckers don't usually like to miss even an inch of stiff dick if they can possibly help it. Whether the cocksucker is male or female doesn't make any difference when they've got their jaws wrapped around a big hard on. They only want to eat every goddamned bit of it.
Well, this tiny broad was small in stature, but she sure was big in the mouth department. Working gradually, inch by inch, she had managed to swallow every inch I had to offer. And that's a whale of a lot of inches.
I was afraid I'd choke her to death, so I eased up on my ass pumping and allowed her to suck it in and out at her own rate. I swear I don't know how she managed it, but she was able to keep her tongue busy stroking all over my dick. Now and then she'd stop sucking long enough to catch a quick breath, then she'd run her wet tongue over and under my hairy balls and suck them too.
While her face was working on the front part of me, her hands found plenty to do along the backs of my legs and around my ass. Her long fingers were constantly exploring the crack of my ass and probing deeply into my asshole. I was going out of my fucking mind with pure joy.
Her timing was perfect and she knew exactly how to prolong each exquisite sensation. Again, she put her generous mouth to work sucking my petrified cock. Those warm, soft lips, that liquid tongue and those deft, long drawn out sucking strokes were having their effect. My nuts were about to explode.
"I'm getting ready to come baby, and when I come, all hell breaks loose!" I warned her.
I yelled that out so that she could do whatever she wanted. Some babes'll suck your dong all night long, but they'll get pissed off if you shoot any into their mouth. Then again, some dolls will swallow your whole load and keep on sucking until they've squeezed your nuts dry.
This gal obviously wanted me to shoot it to her. She loosened up the grip with her lips enough so that there would be room in her throat for the initial load without her choking on it. Just about that moment my balls opened up the valves wide and I jetted a stream of jism down her gullet with fire-hose force. It seemed for awhile like I'd never stop coming, but finally the load petered out. That little gal drank every fucking drop of it and then thoroughly licked off my cock and balls to make sure she hadn't missed a drop.
She looked at me with Stardust in her eyes.
Her hand continued to caress my cock, which was slowly wilting.
"Just think," she said. "I've actually sucked off the great Randy Hardy. The top football player in the country."
"When you've sucked off one football player, you've sucked them all," I said rather humbly.
"Oh, I'd love to suck them all," she giggled. "I wish the rest of the team were here now. I'd suck them all off, one by one."
"Is there any other way?" I asked, but it went over her head.
"I'm the only girl in high school who sucked off the entire baseball team, track team and football team. I love athletes. In junior high I was gang-banged by the basketball team and ever since I've had a weakness for boys in sports. But I like professional players the best. They're so big and sexy."
"You must have quite a reputation around town," I cracked facetiously.
"Have I ever! But I don't care. I love cocks and that's all there is to it. I can't change how I feel. Once I was called down to the principal's office. He came right out and told me about the rumors he had heard about my blowing the athletes. That was just the way he said it too. I told him it was true and I didn't care who knew it. What do you think he did then? He made me feel the front of his pants. His peter was getting hard. I'd say he was at least forty years old, but I was surprised at what a nice body he had under those clothes. He locked the door of his office and undressed completely. He asked me to go down on him. He had a tremendous hard on and it looked tempting, but it didn't seem right for me to be doing that to the principal of the school. So he began playing with my pussy and got me so hot I just knelt down and sucked him off like all the other boys. He enjoyed it so much I thought he was going to have a heart attack. After that he never spoke to me again, even when he passed me in the hallway. Funny how some men are."
"Maybe he was afraid that if you did go down on him again, it really would kill him," I laughed.
"No," she replied seriously. "I think he was just afraid that I might squeal on him. But you're the first person I've ever told. I'm not really such a big mouth about the things I do. It's the boys who do most of the talking. Boys sure do like to brag."
"Yeah. Glad I'm not that way," I said solemnly.
"I'll bet you've had your share of girls, haven't you?"
"Oh ... one or two," I confessed.
"Do any of them go down on you like I did?"
"A few."
"Were they as good?"
"Not as good as you."
She smiled contentedly when I gave her the little compliment she had been fishing for. I realized that my body was still sweaty from the game and I hadn't taken my shower yet. I hopped off the table and dashed into the shower room and turned the water on full force. I figured my little playmate would quietly take her leave while I was washing.
I was wrong.
She had taken off all her clothes and had joined me under the shower. She was short, but naked I could see that her body was perfectly proportioned. Her tits were just the right size for her build. She also had nice, trim legs. Her ass was round and soft and looked good enough to eat. A heavy growth of tight curls covered her twat.
For a gal who had been passed around as much as she had, she looked mighty good. It was only as she brushed up against me that I realized that my dong was growing high and hard. The blow job she gave me had taken a lot out of me, but it was apparent that it hadn't taken everything. My balls were beginning to tingle and my cock was throbbing with new intensity.
She didn't help matters any by soaping my body for me. Her hands scrubbed and soaped every part of my tall, rugged body. I thought I'd shoot my load if she touched my cock just once more with those long, tender strokes that were designed to give me hot nuts. Her mission was successfully accomplished. My nuts were hotter than hell!
"Easy baby," I murmured. "You run your slippery hand over the head of my dick like that much more and I'll spray these four walls with a load of come that won't quit."
That stopped her temporarily. Apparently she didn't want to waste any of that precious cream on the tile walls of the shower room. Besides, I was tired of horsing around. When I get a gigantic hard on like that, I just want to get down to business.
"Okay, sister. Let's stop playing games. I'm gonna fuck you until your eyeballs pop out. Now how do you want it? Vertical or horizontal? It's up to you."
"Horizontal," she answered gleefully. "But not in here."
I was glad she picked that position. Doing it vertically would've been kinda tough with the difference in our heights.
She ran around the locker room gathering together the dirty, sweaty football uniforms that the players had taken off only a short time before. Placing them into a pile in the center of the locker room, she then piled the used jockstraps on top. They gave off a strong sweat-stained aroma from all those balls and cocks that had been stuffed in them so recently.
Laying down on top of the football togs, she sniffed contentedly and spread her legs in open invitation to me.
I lowered my weight onto her easily, but my bulk seemed not to bother her at all. She was very much at home under my big, naked body. Her hands were in perpetual motion all over me. I sucked her tits awhile, biting those stiff little nipples. Somehow I managed to get one hand between us and down to her snatch where I inserted two fingers to play with her clitoris. She really enjoyed that. Her ass was jumping around like it was on fire. It was one of the juiciest cunts I'd ever fingered. And I've fingered plenty.
Because of her small size, I took it easy as I slid the head of my dick into her pussy. I was afraid my huge pole would rip her guts out. But women are pretty flexible creatures. That little bitch's hungry pussy obviously liked the meat I was feeding it and it ate every inch I had to offer, an inch at a time. But ... it ate every goddamned inch!
Not only wasn't she feeling any pain from my tremendous shaft up her twat, she was out of her mind with ecstasy. So I was able to relax and enjoy the fuck myself from that point on. I rammed that stiff motherfucker in and out of her cunt with all the force my pile driving ass could muster. She began to cry out.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! All the way! Give me all you've got, you fucking brute! I love your great big football player's cock!"
Needless to say, I didn't need much coaxing at that point. I heeded her advice and shoved every fucking bit of it to her, right up to the balls. I was so far in that our pubic hairs were mashed together and my nuts were nestled tightly in the lower part of her ass crack.
Both her ass and mine were now going at full throttle like two locomotives in a collision course on a single track. I've been knocked around by a lot of husky bruisers in football games, but that little babe could really heave a mean fuck with her tiny frame.
"Look out!" I announced. "I'm getting ready to come, and baby, my nuts are about to shoot off an atomic blast!"
"Come! Come!" she shouted ecstatically. "I'm coming, too! Sock it to me!"
So I socked it to her with one last thrust that felt like my cock would whitewash her tonsils. I came like a raging tornado. The way the cream shot out of my dong, there couldn't have been a nook or cranny inside her body that didn't get a good spurt of it. It was one of the biggest loads my balls have ever coughed up. She experienced an orgasm at the same, precise moment I did, and her cunt was overflowing with love juices.
We were both exhausted after that bout and we collapsed into the pile of uniforms just to rest. As usual, whenever I've thrown such a king-sized fuck to a chick, I felt like my dick would never rise again.
But it always does. In fact, even though my balls had done more than their duty, in five minutes this insatiable cunt was playing around with my long, limp cock, trying to get it up again. The fact that she was trying didn't surprise me. Most gals seem to think a cock should be perpetually hard for their benefit. What surprised me was, she was succeeding! That poor, over-worked length of flesh was actually beginning to stiffen and rise under her oral ministrations. But I must admit my nuts were starting to feel a trifle numb.
Nevertheless, I fucked her twice more before we called it a day. Then I checked the playing schedule to see when we'd be back in that particular town again. It was only a few weeks away, so I promised her that if she showed up after the next game I'd have the whole team there to give her the works.
And right on schedule, a few weeks later when we returned, she was there to collect. I'd clued the other players in on the action and they were all eager, even the married guys.
That turned out to be some session! Sex in the locker room!
As planned, the players deliberately took their time undressing and showering. The reporters finally left us alone and the team brass was over in the business office. We gave the locker man five bucks to keep his mouth shut, which he turned down for a promise to stay and watch instead.
I still didn't know the little twat's name. No matter. She showed on time and most of the boys were either naked or semi-naked. A good many hard ons were already in evidence. The only problem was how to get it started.
She realized the awkward situation, so she took over. Ordering the few who were partially dressed to strip naked like the rest, she herded all of us into the shower room. We obeyed quietly like a bunch of sheep. Then she turned on all the faucets till we were all soaked by the water pouring from the shower heads.
The guys were beginning to get boisterous now. With their bodies wet and slippery and their dicks standing up and a naked cunt playing around with them, the party got rougher. She licked some guys up the ass or around the balls ... even sucking a few dicks off all the way.
A bunch of horny guys is just like a bunch of hotted-up dogs. Anything goes! Obviously the little twat could only suck one cock at a time, even though she might be fondling another guy's nuts while she's doing it. So the boys got to playing grab-ass with each other. They were grabbing cocks and goosing asses with reckless abandon.
It proved to be a real revelation. Some of the secret sex desires of the players that had been repressed previously, now were openly flaunted. The team center soaped up his asshole and invited the other players to fuck him. One of the husky tackles lost no time in shoving his cock all the way up the center's willing ass.
The halfback and the fullback were on the floor in a sixty-nine, with their mouths wrapped securely around each other's dick.
A couple of guys, unable to hold out till the chick got to them, stood jerking themselves off while watching her suck off somebody else. When she glued her mouth to my stiff prick, I felt another tongue being run up into my asshole from behind. Glancing around, I saw that it was the fullback.
Somebody turned on the hot water so that the shower room was soon filled with enough steam so that nobody could tell who was near them. That started a groping session that had guys playing with dicks of other guys near him, but whom he couldn't see. At one time there were three sets of hands going all over my body, feeling my ass, tickling my balls, and playing with my cock.
I had a strong feeling that life on that football team would never be the same again. All the secrets had been laid bare and there was nothing more to hide. Though nobody was raising any objections at that time, I knew that in the future there would be a strained atmosphere in the locker room whenever the players had to undress.
I had promised the boys some of my free nookie and was surprised to find how many cocksuckers we had on the team.
Anyway, the girl had achieved her ambition. She said afterward that she had always wanted to blow an entire professional football team, and now that wish had been granted.
As for me, there was an even bigger change in my life about to take place, which I wasn't to discover till I got my mail the next day.
CHAPTER TWO
The long envelope was from the Selective Service office and I didn't have to guess twice what was in it. Any other guy who's received that envelope knows the feeling I had. My heart was pumping full blast and my stomach had tied itself into a knot.
Here I was, a national sports hero my first season in pro ball, and the red carpet was about to be yanked out from under me. When I went to take the physical, it was the first time I can remember that I hoped the doctors would find something wrong with me. However, like all the gals who had ever examined me closely with their mouths and hands, the medics found my body in flawless condition.
I knew what I had to do. I had promised myself that if ever I was in danger of. being drafted, and absolutely had to go into the service, I'd only go one way. It would have to be first class, so that meant joining the Marine Corps.
After cleaning the gear out of my locker and saying my sad goodbyes to the team, I left the football team and headed for the Marine recruiting office.
During the physical, the doctor pointed toward my pendulous dong and cracked, "Now that's a real Marine!"
My reputation was starting already. Even in the Marine Corps where the men are ALL men, I was looked on as something extra special because of my awesome genitals. Of course, my publicity as a star football quarterback didn't hurt either. I was about as famous as a movie star with all my new buddies.
Boot camp was really hell since we didn't get to go out and raise hell in town. But once that was finished, life became a little more bearable in the service. There's not a goddamn thing hornier than a platoon of Marines that's been cooped up without any pussy for a few weeks.
A bunch of us guys were gathered in the barracks one day, shooting the shit before we went out on passes that night. As usual, the conversation was all about sex. Marines think about pussy. When they aren't thinking about it, they're talking about it. And every chance they get, they're fucking it.
"I'm gonna go to the nearest bar, have two fuckin' beers, look around the place for the homeliest fuckin' broad there, and then I'm gonna plant my fuckin' ass next to hers until she says yes," drawled a guy from Texas.
"Sheee-it!" said the colored guy next to me. "I'm not gonna waste all that precious time drinkin' beer until after I get laid. My poor peter is just achin' to have a little hot pussy wrapped around it. If I don't get me some ass soon, my nuts is gonna drop off from rust!"
That brought on a few ribald chuckles, then I spoke out.
"I'm surprised at you guys. You all talk like pussy is going out of style. You need more self-confidence. We're Marines. That means we got balls. There's a lot of cunt out there just panting to get their hands inside our zippers. All we gotta do is get dressed up and show ourselves in town and the cunt'll come running after us. No sweat."
"That's easy for you to say," piped up the kid in the bunk under mine. "You're the big sports here. You got it knocked. Just cause the gals wanta grab your nuts doesn't mean they wanta grab ours. This is a weekend and that town'll be filled with a lot of hard-ass Marines and sailors. That's a lot of guys with a lot of hard ons. There just aren't that many broads to go around."
"Bullshit!" I added. "Cunt is cunt, and those broads are out to find any cock to fill that hole. We got as much chance as any other guy. But you can't be too anxious about it. The way you guys talk, you want to go to the first fucking bar and grab a gal and say, 'Hi babe. Let's fuck!' It just ain't done that way. Take your time. Talk to the gal awhile. Buy her some beers. Shoot her the usual shit. If you play your cards right, she'll take you home and fuck the shit out of ya. But you jump on a gal too fast and she'll drop you like a hot poker."
One wise guy shouted, "I got the hot poker right here, waiting to be grabbed," as he ran his hand obscenely over the bulge of his crotch.
"Another thing," I warned. "Watch your language. Some of these broads don't like dirty talk. They might fuck like a whore but that doesn't mean they wanta be treated like one. Then again you might land a gal who needs that kinda talk to get all hotted-up. In that case, go whole hog."
"What makes you the fuckin' voice of experience?" asked one prick I never did get along with too well.
"Well ... for one thing ... this!" I answered by putting my hand on my prick. That shut him up fast.
"Is it okay if I come along with you tonight?" The voice belonged to a kid named Riley.
"How would you like to suck my dick?" I answered belligerently. Christ! My first night out in weeks and he wants me to drag him along.
Riley didn't smart-ass back. In fact, he really looked hurt. I felt like a prick. He was about the same age as me, but he acted a lot younger. He hadn't been around as much as I had. I half suspected that he was still a virgin. Then I thought to myself, what the hell. He was a good kid. Not a lot of lip like most of these guys. Maybe he'd be good for a few laughs and then I could always ditch him if necessary.
"Okay, Riley. You and me'll buddy up, but nobody else. Too many guys together can't make out with the snatch."
The kid's face split open in a big grin. I guess he kinda hero-worshipped me.
Eventually, we all planned to go to a certain bar in town that was known as a good pick-up spot and then head out on our own from there.
Later on, when we got our passes, we lost no time in heading for town. We all looked pretty snazzy in our khaki uniforms. Most of us had had our shirts tapered to our measurements, and a few others, like myself, had also had our pants tailored to fit tighter. Underneath, instead of Marine issue skivvies, I was wearing my personally-monogrammed nylon jockey shorts.
The bulge of my genitals in the left leg of my uniform pants was perhaps a little bit more than regulations allowed, but then my equipment was a little bit more than regulation anyway.
Before long, we were seated at a large booth in the bar, soaking up one brew after another. I noticed that Riley sipped his very slowly. He obviously wasn't a drinker. Besides a crowd of jarheads like myself, the place was packed with swabbies. So far there wasn't too much cunt in sight. But the evening was still young.
I intended to get Riley drunk for the first time in his life. The kid needed a good load on to loosen up, I figured. Maybe if he cut loose a little, he might be ready to swing.
With every beer I ordered, I ordered one for Riley. It only took about four large drafts to relax his inhibitions completely. After that, he swigged them down as fast as the rest of us. Soon, he was feeling no pain whatsoever.
"Riley," I said. "What say you and me cut out of here and go find ourselves a little nookie?"
His broad grin was evil. "Sure!"
"Do you wanta go to a whorehouse?" I asked.
"Gee," he said. "A guy like you doesn't have to pay for it, does he?"
"No. A guy like me doesn't have to pay. But what about a guy like you?" I teased.
"Oh ... I make out okay." he answered with a slight blush.
Turner spoke out.
"Who the fuck you kiddin', Riley? You ain't never had a piece of ass in your life!"
"Oh yeah?" was Riley's quick and witty reply.
"Yeah!" insisted Turner.
"I been laid as much as you guys," Riley said sullenly.
"My achin' ass!" cried Turner. "The last time you got laid was in the palm of your hand."
That brought an uproarious laugh from everybody at Riley's expense. I was feeling sorry for the kid even though I had started the whole thing.
"C'mon you guys," I said. "Don't forget. The last time any of us got laid was in the palms of our hands. That boot camp was no fucking joke. Let's forget all that shit and concentrate on getting laid tonight."
I was rewarded with a resounding cheer.
"Hey Riley," I said. "Let's go back and take a quick piss."
"Oh, oh. What are you guys gonna do? Hold each other's little pecker?"
I should've expected that reaction. But I just wanted to get Riley out of there so we could leave through the back door. I gave the wise guy a fast answer.
"I'll let you hold my pecker with your mouth if you don't shut it." He shut up quick.
I took the kid and slipped out the rear entrance and we went across the street to the park and sat down.
"Let's rest a minute," I told Riley. "I got to plot our next move."
"Thanks for taking up for me, Randy." Riley spoke like a kid brother.
"Bullshit, kid. Those guys just like to rag anybody. They don't mean any harm."
"I know. But I don't like to be kidded about it. I mean ... being a virgin. They're right, you know. I've never done it yet. Please don't let the guys know I told you that."
"Don't worry, kid. I figured as much. But why are you telling me all this?"
"I don't know. I just figured you'd understand better. You seem to know more than those other guys."
I admit, I was flattered.
"Well what those guys don't know, won't hurt them. Besides, the next time you see them you'll have been laid, relaid, screwed, blewed and maybe even, tattooed. Unless you wanta chicken out?"
"No. I'm game. That's why I wanted to stick with you tonight. I figured if anybody was gonna make out tonight, you were. I thought I might be lucky enough to get in on the action."
He was a smart kid, all right.
"You're gonna get some action, Riley. I can promise you that. I didn't let the guys know, but I happen to know two sisters who live in this city. They fuck like minks. I called earlier and made a date with them for eight o'clock at their apartment. That's why I hauled you out of the bar in there. I don't want any of those guys following me around. I was worried a little bit about whether you'd go along or not, but as long as you're game, let's go."
That shook Riley up a bit. He hadn't expected such fast action on my part. I knew the Scott sisters would love him, though. They once told me that they often would pick up a shy young serviceman and take him to the apartment and really have a ball putting on an orgy for him.
Some guys like virgin girls. These gals didn't prefer virgin men, but they said it could be a lot of fun breaking them in. So I decided to let them have a crack at Riley. Naturally, I planned to get my own nuts emptied at the same time.
When we reached the apartment, I introduced Riley to Sally and Shirley. The girls were very lady-like in appearance and in manner. Both were blondes and had sensational figures. Sally's tits were a little bigger than Shirley's, but then, Shirley had a nicer ass.
"Which one would you like?" I asked Riley while the girls went into the kitchen to bring us drinks and sandwiches.
"You should have first pick," he said.
"Doesn't matter. We'll trade off later in the evening anyway. There's plenty to go around." When I said that, I could swear I saw a look of sheer terror cross Riley's face.
"Say Randy," asked Riley timidly, "where'd you ever meet these girls? None of us have been off the base for weeks."
"I met them last year while I was here playing a football game. As a matter-of-fact, they introduced themselves to me after the game. They invited me home for refreshments and I accepted, expecting to wind up with tea and cookies and meeting their old lady. Man! Was I surprised! We drank cocktails, played music on the stereo, and no more than a half hour later they had all my clothes off. Take my word, Riley, just sit back and play it cool. These chicks know what they're doing."
He looked somewhat relieved. I think he felt easier knowing that the girls would take the initiative, cause it was for sure he wouldn't have known where or when to begin.
The sisters came back into the room bringing a tray of drinks and Shirley sat next to me while Sally cuddled up next to Riley. No doubt they had gotten together in the kitchen themselves to decide how to make the split.
Shirley had placed a stack of records on the phonograph and the music was soft and sensuous. We sipped our drinks and made some small talk just to relax the tension. The booze had gotten to Riley and he had become more talkative and less shy.
I was sprawled contentedly on the sofa and Shirley knelt down and removed my shoes to make me more comfortable. Sally did the same for my Marine buddy. I cocked one eye at Riley when Sally began to run her hands all over his broad chest and arms, remarking on his good physique. The growing bulge in the crotch of his uniform pants was reaching distinctly obscene proportions. The guy was well hung and that fact was now very noticeable.
"Oh, you naughty boy," teased Sally as she began to toy with his bulging hard on.
"That doesn't look like any boy to me," cracked Shirley. "From here it looks more like a man."
The girls were talking that way to instill a little confidence in Riley. They knew I had the confidence and they were both aware of the hefty bulge in my own pants that was lengthening rapidly. Especially when Shirley started to play with my cock through the khaki material.
I had my arm around Shirley and was feeling up her tits. She had no bra on under the dress. They weren't big tits, but they were just a good handful and felt good to squeeze.
She had unzipped my pants and had her hand inside my pants feeling the bulky hard on through the thin cloth of my briefs. To make things easier, I undid my buckle and slid my pants down to my knees. Shirley leaned over and buried her head on the burstingly-full pouch of my jockey shorts.
Glancing for a moment over at the other two, I saw that Sal had already stripped Riley down to his skivvies. His stiff cock was poking through the opening in the front. She, herself, had lowered the top of her dress so that her big tits were completely naked. Riley happened to be sucking the hell out of those bouncy jugs when I looked over.
My attention wasn't diverted long, because Shirley had pulled my briefs off and was running her hands between my thighs like two feathers, tickling my legs and balls. My prick was like a flag pole swaying in the breeze. She took off all the rest of my uniform and I helped her get her duds off. Both of us were mother naked.
She fell to her knees in front of me, getting in between my widespread legs. Like an old pro, she fitted her mouth to my dong like a hose coupling and began sucking me off. Both Sally and Shirley really knew how to suck a guy's dick. While Shirley was running her hot tongue up and down my enormous shaft, I could see that Riley and Sally also had stripped to the buff. Sal had placed Riley over her lap like a child about to be spanked. But she wasn't spanking his ass. She was licking his hairy asshole like it was an ice cream cone.
I didn't have to warn Shirley when I was about to come. She had had enough experience sucking dicks to know when a guy was ready to shoot his load. Her mouth was crammed full of my cock when I shot the first volley, but she didn't choke. Her lips had a way of suctioning even tighter so that you couldn't stop shooting even if you wanted to.
And I didn't want to. I poured enough Jism down her gullet to fill a rain barrel. She squeezed my nuts gently to help any lingering drops along the way. She polished off the blow job by licking my cock and balls thoroughly.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked Riley, who was now having his own knob swabbed by Sally's talented tongue.
I wish you could've seen him. There was a silly grin on his handsome Irish face. He looked like the clean-cut, typical Ail-American boy. At least from the chin up. From the shoulders down he had the rugged body of a man. And at that moment, a naked man who had his strong, hairy legs spread around a naked female who was jerking her head up and down between his thighs. For a guy who had never been sucked off before, this young Marine was starting off with a first class blow job. One he wouldn't soon forget.
The sisters were aware that a man needs a bit of time to recharge his batteries after popping his nuts, so they took time out to make more drinks while Riley and I gave our cocks a much needed rest.
My buddy had never answered when I had asked him before if he had been enjoying himself, so I asked again.
"Sorry man, I was in another world," said Riley dreamily. "I couldn't speak, I couldn't hear, I couldn't do anything. She had every bit of my cock down her throat and I thought sure she'd suck it right offa me. That was the greatest! She even sucked my asshole! I didn't think girls did those things."
That made me chuckle. He really was innocent.
"Riley boy, keep in mind that for every opening you have on your body, there's somebody around who's ready to fuck it or suck it. That's what sex is all about, man!"
"What happens next?" he asked, with one eye cocked on the kitchen door for the return of the girls.
"Whatever comes naturally, man. Just relax. If you don't think of something, you can bet your sweet ass Sally will."
Just then the door opened and the gals came in the room with Sally blurting, "Did I hear someone mention my name?"
"Yeah," I said, winking broadly at Riley. "We were just wondering when you girls were going to break down and give us a little action. You're too prim and proper for us." That brought on an expected laugh from everyone.
Matter of fact, we were all pretty giddy.
Shirley said that an old lady had moved into the apartment across the alleyway with her windows facing theirs and that sometimes they forgot to pull the shades down. So the old lady, who obviously didn't believe in pulling her own shades down to shut out the view, gave them dirty looks whenever they passed in the street.
I looked at the windows.
"Shit!" I said. "The shades have been down all this time. Let's pull them up." And I went over and raised them all the way.
"Do you want to put on a free show for her?" asked Sally, giggling.
"Why not? Give the old bat something to bitch about," I replied.
Deliberately I stood up to the window with my dick at half mast and I could see the old broad in front of her TV set. The next thing that happened was that the light from her TV suddenly clicked off. Apparently she liked what she saw across the way better. It always pissed me off that people who complain about others not pulling their shades down will stand there and stare in, even though they pretend to be offended. The truth is, that's how they get their kicks even though they hate to admit the truth.
The old bat next door was about to see a show that might well give her a heart attack as she crouched in the shadows of her living room peeking out.
I suggested a daisy chain to liven things up. Smack in the center of the room, well under the lights, I spread Shirley's legs wide and I shoved my face up against her wet pussy. Then I tongued her twat till she was moaning with pleasure. She in turn worked Riley into position so she could suck his hardening cock. Sally spread her legs over his face so that her bush was right next to his mouth. He seemed a little reluctant at first, but then he began licking her pussy like it was a lollipop. Sal had worked herself around so that her mouth could reach my big stiff dick.
It was a bit uncomfortable positioned that way, but after a little bit, we forgot the discomfort and sucked greedily as we were each in turn being sucked off. One of those magic moments happened which is about one in a million. All of us orgasmed at the same time. Our four bodies were a heaving mass of flesh as our asses pumped frantically and our mouths were full. It's not very likely it could ever happen again just that way. We were spurting out like mad at one end and swallowing gobs of come at the other.
Exhausted by that little adventure, the four of us just lay in a naked pile of bodies on the floor. About ten minutes or so later, a knock came at the door. The girls figured it was probably some sailors they knew, coming to call, so they decided to answer the door just as they were. Jaybird naked!
Riley and me, our cocks hanging in the breeze, slumped next to Sally as Shirley opened the apartment door directly in front of us. Two blue-uniformed policemen stood there. We continued to sit there since there was no point in covering up after they had already seen us.
"May we come in?" asked one cop politely.
"Of course," said Shirley, a gracious hostess even in her birthday suit.
As they entered, they looked around and one of them walked over to the window and pulled the shades all the way down.
"Listen," said the first cop. "We don't wanta interfere in your private business, but do us a favor and keep your shades drawn. An old lady called in and said a shameless spectacle was taking place over here. Now from the uniforms I see on the chair, you guys are Marines. Okay. You and your girl friends wanta have fun. Okay. You're in a prviate residence and what you do is your own business. But please ... don't advertise it to the whole neighborhood. Okay?"
The other cop echoed the same sentiments as the first. We were all impressed with their understanding attitudes. They seemed like pretty nice joes.
They were perfectly normal guys too. I noticed that they didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. Their eyes were on Sally and Shirley the whole time they spoke. The front of their blue pants revealed the tell-tale bulge of a rising hard on.
Both cops were young and nice looking, a fact which didn't escape the attention of the Scott sisters.
"Can't you boys hang around awhile?" invited Sally.
"I don't know about that?" answered one cop looking at the other in a quizzical manner.
His partner simply shrugged.
"We gotta get back to the patrol car and report in, Joe." said the second bluecoat.
"Yeah," agreed the first. "We haven't got much time to waste." Still, neither of them made a move for the door.
Shirley then took command of the situation. She saw that each of them had a full scale hard on busting out of his britches, so she simply went up to one of them and cupped his crotch with her hand as she spoke.
"Okay, officers. We're all grown-up people here. You haven't got much time, so let's make the most of the time we have. How would you boys like a good blow job?"
A big smile broke over both their faces.
Without even speaking, they knew their answer would be yes. Obediently, the cops allowed Sally and Shirley to undo their pants and pull them down to their knees, along with their shorts. The two policemen were pretty well-hung studs. One was circumcised and the other one wasn't. Sally liked uncircumcised cocks so she took the guy with the foreskin.
Riley and I just sat back and watched, amused, as the two arms of the law were busy getting their stiff pricks massaged by a couple of talented tongues. It was interesting to watch the girls at work. Sally was like a dynamo. She lost little time in cramming the cop's long dick into her mouth. Her hands kneaded the cheeks of his hairy ass and kept moving around to other areas of his exposed flesh.
Shirley was a little more composed and methodical. Slowly, she ran her hands gently up and down her cop's bare legs. She played with the curly hairs on his thighs and up in the crack of his ass. She took her time licking his crotch completely. Her tongue went all through his thick, pubic bush ... then down to the base of his big shaft ... where she took his balls in her mouth and sucked them. His prick was visibly throbbing with a white hot desire to be sucked.
Finally, Shirley wrapped her lips around his cock head and took the whole organ in, a little at a time. Eventually, she was sucking him right up to the hilt. Both cops were now pumping their bare asses in a rising tempo.
Sally's cop came first. He mumbled something obscene as he shot his wad into her busy mouth. She didn't release his dick from her oral grip until she was sure he had expended every last drop from his hairy nuts which she squeezed affectionately. Then she got a towel for him so he could wipe his dong dry from her j ism-sticky saliva.
While he was adjusting his uniform, Shirley's boy began socking his cock to her with a fury that scared the rest of us. He drove his prick down her throat with alarming intensity, but Shirley appeared to be equal to the task. She never choked nor lost her hold on his pumping prick. Soon he came, and we could make out the large gobs of come shooting rapidly down her throat. He was ready to quit, but she kept her lips glued to his dong until he couldn't possibly dredge up another drop of semen. His nuts were empty.
There were two happy and satisfied cops that left the apartment after that. I wondered though, what would happen to them when they returned to the station. I had played a dirty trick on them. While their attention had been momentarily diverted as the girls were busy lowering their pants, I had raised the window shades all the way up again.
I'd have given anything to hear what kind of call the old lady put into the station then, or how the cops explained it away to their superiors. They had been so busy getting blown, they never noticed that the shades had been up the whole time. Which, I guess, was lucky for me. They were pretty husky bruisers.
I never did hear anymore about it.
With the fuzz gone, the girls suggested that we all go to bed since it was very late.
They had one large bedroom with just one bed. It was a double which they shared. I wasn't too sure the bed would accommodate four bodies, but the sisters assured us that the bed had already successfully accommodated six bodies one night. Knowing the girls as I did, I believed them.
During the night, in the darkness, the bed did prove to be overcrowded and some funny situations took place. At one point I discovered I was sucking on Sally's tit while I was trying to shove my cock into Shirley's pussy. Riley had begun to stroke my asshole, thinking it belonged to one of the girls.
However, we all had fun. We traded off partners and I threw the girls at least six good fucks that night. Riley did a pretty good job himself, considering his lack of experience. He and I spent the rest of our pass with the sisters and on Sunday evening we returned to the Marine barracks with dry balls, limp cocks and smiling faces.
CHAPTER THREE
As I recall all these past experiences, I'm only sorry that time and space forces me to curtail the list. Many of the gals I screwed were just simple, average, everyday fucks. Enjoyable at the moment because they gave me a chance to pop my nuts, but otherwise, not memorable.
Also, there were a great many isolated incidents, not of any lasting importance, but fun.
A Marine uniform is a sexually attractive target, and if it's wrapped around a virile, well-built male like myself, it draws all sorts of people looking for sex kicks. Like one afternoon when I had just put on a fresh set of khakis and was strolling through town, a violent thunderstorm broke loose. I didn't want my uniform to get ruined, so I ducked into the nearest telephone booth at a gas station that was closed. Right after, a girl no more than thirteen or fourteen squeezed in also.
The rain was pelting down so hard that it was difficult to see very far in the distance. No one else seemed to be on the street except a few passing cars. As I said, it was a tight squeeze in the booth, with her ass pushing up against my crotch. And even though she looked so young in the face, she had one hell of a woman's body. Here tits were big and ripe under her thin blouse and that ass was very round and very soft.
"Some rain, isn't it?" I asked brightly.
"Uh huh," she answered, her eyes showing genuine desire.
I was a little baffled about what to do. This hot little cunt was deliberately rubbing her ass up against my cock, which she couldn't help knowing about since I had achieved a potent hard on. My prick was as hard as a chunk of steel riding up and down the pillows of her spongy, young ass.
Normally I wouldn't lay a finger on a chick that age. There's just too much stuff of legal age floating around to take a chance on a prison term for grabbing an underage piece of ass.
But I am human, and a stiff prick has no conscience, as every man knows. It was a bit daring ... right out there in public in the daylight. But apparently no one could see us because of the rain. The biggest danger would come if someone walked up to the booth to get in. That was entirely possible. Still in all, I was too hot to think rationally anymore.
"Let's fuck," I said simply and straightforwardly. Despite her youth, she looked to me like a 'let's fuck' type of girl.
"If you want to, but I have to get home soon," she answered, just as if I had only asked her out for a soda.
She turned around to face me completely. Her hand was fumbling at my zipper, but finally she got the hand into my pants and pulled my cock out.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "It's huge!"
Like most broads do at first, she fingered it gently as if it were made of fragile china. I almost shot a load right into her tiny fist.
The phone booth was constructed so that from the outside, we could only be seen from the chest up. That fact gave me the courage to do what I did next. Undoing my buckle, I let my pants and shorts fall to my ankles. Then I hiked her skirt up and tucked it in her blouse. I pushed her panties down to her ankles.
As I did it, I noticed that the kid had a big, healthy bush covering her twat. I fingered her pussy to get her ready and the lips opened easily and were already moist. She was no virgin, so I didn't have to worry about that scene.
She was intrigued with my balls and wanted to keep playing with them, but I finally got her into a fuckable position. I had to crouch slightly to gain entrance. Because of our upright position, neither of us could let go and get really comfortable, so she was able to take in only about seven or eight inches of my stiff cock. But that was enough to give her ass a good ride.
The kid knew how to move her ass and her hot pussy sucked on my dick until I shot a blast of jism up her twat that had her quivering with joy. She came three times herself.
We no sooner finished fucking than the rain stopped suddenly and we went our separate ways. Just a quiet Sunday afternoon stroll.
Still another time, I was just getting ready to return to the base afer a night of drinking, when I stopped into an all night diner for something to eat. It was about two o'clock in the morning. No one else was in there except the grizzled old fart behind the counter who waited on me in his wino stupor.
A broad came in, over forty, but not bad looking. There were a dozen empty stools at the counter, but she sits next to me. She or dered a breakfast and then stared straight ahead as if I wasn't even there. But under the counter ... wow! She knew I was there allright. Her hand was on my crotch playing with my cock, getting it hard. Above the counter she continued to be a stranger, but below she was getting chummier all the time. She unzipped my pants and worked her hand in there until she had freed my prick and my balls. While I sat there in silence, eating my scrambled eggs, she was busy giving me a first class hand job. It was the first time I had been jerked off in a diner, though I had been jerked off many times in cheap bars and night clubs by hot-assed waitresses.
When I came, she nonchalantly took a napkin and wiped her own hand off and then took a couple of napkins and cleaned my dick before restoring it inside my pants. All this without a word. So when I finished eating, I insisted on paying for her check also. And then she left.
It's incidents like that, that have brought me to the conclusion that no matter where I go, someone is after my cock. And anyone that plays their cards right can get it.
For instance, traveling on a bus one night I met a real bunch of creepy characters. Six effeminate guys who said they had just come from a hairdresser's convention in another city. Since I was in uniform, they knew I was a Marine and not another queer. I was on my way back to camp after a visit home. I had spent the entire week visiting relatives and friends and did not have any sexual relations. My cock had been given more than enough rest.
I was stretched across the back seat of the bus by myself when the hairdressers got on. They all came to the rear to sit. Only two other passengers were on board, up front. It was pitch dark on the bus, but when your eyes got accustomed to the blackness, you could see pretty good. These birds were twittering away, so I couldn't sleep. We got to talking about things and one fairy said he couldn't hear me very well, so he moved over next to me.
To make a short story even shorter, he began groping me in the dark. He was very impressed to find the length of flesh that was growing longer and firmer in my pants. So impressed, that he couldn't resist letting the others in on his delightful discovery. Since I'm the kind of guy who takes his sex whenever and wherever he can get it, I just sat back relaxed as the six of them took turns playing with, and sucking my cock. It isn't too easy being blown six times in succession, but I managed to give those six cocksuckers each a good mouthful of come to swallow.
They actually wanted to take me with them and set me up in an apartment where I'd have nothing more to do for a living than to be available for their sexual pleasure. Aside from my full time duties as a Marine, I assured them that if I ever did accept such a proposition, it would have to come from a female. They tried to tell me that no woman could ever satisfy a man like they could. But I got news for them. Women can do everything they can and do it better. I know!
My Marine uniform brought me a lot of sex, but I didn't want to remain in the service and when my enlistment was up, I had to decide what to do next.
Taking the money I had saved in service, I headed for Miami Beach. I wanted to take in the sun and fun life for awhile. I had lost my taste for football, but I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do for a living. To conserve my limited funds, I took a temporary job as a bell boy in one of the plush hotels so that I could make a few bucks to pay room rent and eat.
Anybody who thinks a bell boy's job is all lugging suitcases and delivering telegrams hasn't been around. There are, I discovered, other aspects to it.
Like catering to the "emotional needs" of a horde of cock-hungry broads who haunt the resort areas in search of a little loving care. The pay was piss poor, but the tips could be goddamn generous. Depending on the services rendered, of course.
There was one dame who called room service to send up a bucket of ice. The bell captain sent me on the job. He told me to see if there was anything else she needed and then he winked lewdly.
"C'mon in, the door's unlocked," she shouted when I knocked on her door.
So I walk in, and there's this cunt, about thirtyish, standing there in a negligee. Underneath it I could see her panties and bra. Not a bad looking body at all. In fact, pretty damn good. A healthy pair of tits and a lush ass.
"Just put the ice on the table. You're new, aren't you?" she asked, giving me a gander from head to toe.
"Yes ma'am."
"Knock off that ma'am crap. My name is Carla. I come here every year. Most of the help knows me. I come here because this ho tel always takes good care of me. Know what I mean?"
"Yes ma ... Carla."
"Ever since my husband died, God rest his soul, I've been vacationing here and it's done me a world of good. Do you like your job ... er ... uh ... what's your name?"
"It's Randy. Randy Hardy. Is there anything else you need?"
She smiled knowingly.
"You bet your sweet little ass there is, Randy Hardy. I need a man. In bed. I pay good for the privilege. Think you can handle the job?"
"Well, sure. Why not? But maybe you'd better wait till I get off duty."
"Don't worry, Randy. The bell captain knows me. He gets his commission out of this. I asked him to send me a good stud. He picked you, so you must be okay."
"Well," I answered, relaxed, getting into the mood, "they told me to see that the guest always gets what she asks for."
"That's the spirit, kid. No hang-ups. Just a little fun and games and we're both happy. I gotta warn you, though. I'm a demanding bitch in bed. It takes a lotta man to satisfy me."
"I'm willing to give it a try if you are," I said with all humility.
She walked around me, running her eyes up and down my body.
"You know, you're a good looking kid. You could be a movie star with your looks. And that uniform fits you just right. A little tight in the pants maybe, but the bulges look pretty good to me. You gotta nice firm round ass. I like that on a man. If you look half as good out of your clothes as you look in them, I won't be a bit disappointed."
"Want me to take 'em off?" I asked.
"Not so fast. We'll get to that. You look pretty young. Have you had much experience with girls before?"
"Enough," was my succinct reply. Broads were always asking that question as if you should give them a complete rundown.
"Let's have a drink," she suggested, opening her bottle of booze, while I put the ice in the glasses.
In between sips she came over and put her arms around me, then her lips crashed down on mine as her tongue fought with mine for possession of each other's mouth. She won the first time, ramming her hot tongue down my throat.
Next time I was prepared and I thrust my tongue all the way past hers, down her gullet until she almost choked on it. She was squirming with desire and lust and her hands just naturally found their way to my bursting zipper.
I stood there obediently as she undressed me. First she kneeled down and removed my shoes and socks. Petting my bare feet, she kissed them lovingly.
Standing up again, she unbuttoned my uniform jacket. Taking that off, she went to work on my tie and shirt, getting them off easily. My tee shirt came off next and she ran her hands all over my bare chest and kissed my fiat, hard nipples.
My pants looked awkward with the obscene bulge ballooning out in the front. Her hand reached down and caressed the bulge tenderely.
"You must have a big one," she smiled.
"Big enough," I assured her.
Hastily, she pulled down my pants and peeled my briefs off along with them.
"I'll say it's big enough! Big enough and then some!" she ejaculated with a quiver of sensual pleasure.
While she busied herself feeling up my nakedness, I removed her negligee and unhooked her bra. Her tits popped out free, firm and large. They bounced slightly as she moved. I ran my hands over them greedily, feeling and squeezing ,them. I brought my head down and sucked the taut, red nipples. I spread my lips wide to stuff my mouth full of soft, succulent tit.
My hands were busy feeling her big ass, and they lost no time in peeling down her scanty panties. Once again I grabbed her ass to feel it bare. It was soft and downy and smooth. I reached in her crack and tickled.
She had a really thick bush of curls over her cunt. My finger wove it's way through to find the vulva lips and explore inside. Her clitoris jumped every time I touched it.
We moved over to the bed which had already been prepared. As we lay down next to each other, our bodies became intertwined in a mass of arms and legs. Both of us kept the action going, with me feeling her legs and ass and tits and pussy ... and her running her busy little hands over my back and chest and thighs and asshole and balls and cock. We just didn't leave any area of the other's bare flesh unexplored.
While my mouth was working on her tits, my hands were either in between her legs on her snatch, or in the rear on her ass. Her lips worked on me pretty heatedly too, while she held a hand full of me someplace else. She seemed to enjoy feeling the smoothness of my ass cheeks and playing with the hairs in the dark crack.
When I shoved my hand in her cunt, it was wet and ready for action. As for me, my cock was throbbing like a bolt of lightning. I was so far gone that when she rubbed her belly up against my stiff prick, I shot my first load all over her bare belly and tits.
She didn't get pissed off, though. With one hand she simply smeared the hot cream all over herself and laughed.
"I love a guy with hot nuts," she said. "I hope you've got plenty of that sweet cream left in them."
I was feeling pretty good.
"Baby, I'm gonna shoot your ass so full of hot come, you'll be swimming in the stuff!"
She liked that. Then she begged me to talk dirty to her. Said it got her all hot and bothered. From what I could see of her squirming ass, she was already hot and bothered. But I wanted to help keep her that way.
"Okay, sister, you said you wanted a stud. Well, you got yourself a stud. I'm gonna fuck your ass like it's never been fucked before. Spread those fucking legs of yours wide baby, cause I'm about to shove every goddamned inch of this big, stiff cock all the way up your hot pussy. Then I want you to move that ass of yours baby and fuck!"
She guided my long prong into her greasy cunt lips which snapped over the bulbous head and started sucking the rest of the shaft in.
"C'mon, Randy! Sock it to me! See if you can't drive that big bastard home to mama!" shouted Carla frenziedly.
I pumped my ass until I was in her all the way up to my balls and I thought she'd swallow those too, if I gave another push. That broad sure loved her cock. She took a bite out of my left shoulder in her excitement. Her fingernails were going a good job ripping the hell out of the skin on my backside. She had one of those cannibal cunts. If she could've gotten it open any wider, she would've swallowed me alive, ass, legs, and all.
Usually when I fuck, I slide in and out under my own power, but in this case all I had to do was slide out, and then that cocksucking pussy of hers pulled me right back in. A couple of times I was afraid she was gonna pull my goddamned dong right offa me. She had both her legs wrapped around my ass in a vise-tight grip and she'd pull my ass forward as she pumped her own ass upward to meet me. Our pelvises were ground so tightly together, that my pubic bush and hers were as one.
"Hold on, baby. I'm about to shoot off my first rocket blast!" I told her.
Her only reply was, "COME!"
My balls exploded with fury. Rapid-fire spurts of jism shot outta my dick like bullets from a machine gun burst. She came at the same time and experienced about four or five consecutive orgasms. Her ass just wouldn't quit. Her well-trained pussy squeezed every last drop from my over-worked cock.
Carla, the expensive guest in that expensive hotel was happy. That was all that counted. I was expecting at least a twenty-five buck tip after that. The other bellmen had told me that most of the broads came across with twenty-five a throw. And some of the more desperate ones paid out fifty bucks a fuck.
This Carla babe certainly wasn't desperate. She was still young enough and good looking enough to make out on her own. I knew that if she wanted to, she could be charging guys for the privilege of sticking their dicks in her cunt.
I was really hoping she would come up with fifty bucks because I'd have to give the bell captain his cut for steering me there, even though he got a handout from Carla also. That's the way it works. The bell captain gets it both ways. That's one of the reasons so many guys want that job. Also, my pride was involved. I had bragged so much about my sexual prowess to the other guys that I wanted to report that I got top dollar for my services.
I needn't have worried. She didn't give me twenty-five or fifty. That classy cunt tucked a century note in my hand after I had gotten dressed. A hundred fucking dollars just for doing something I would've gladly done for free!
"This is a lot more than I normally pay," said Carla. "But there are two reasons for it. First, you earned every penny. And second, I wanta be sure you'll be coming back up here again. Is it a deal?"
"Of course," I assured her, as if she had to ask.
I had to report back to the front desk then, but the word about my little windfall soon reached all ears on the male staff. All I had to do was confide in one bell boy. He, and the others took it from there.
One problem did arise. Some of the bellmen with senority over me were trying to pressure the bell captain into letting them service Carla on her next call. They couldn't seem to get it through their thick goddamned skulls that Carla was paying that inflated price only because of the quantity of my dong and the superior quality of my style.
Fortunately, Carla had lost no time in letting the bell captain know that if he expected further remuneration from her, she'd be satisfied with nothing less than me in her bed. He also realized that only I could draw that high a price, which assured him of a heftier cut.
I was assigned to the night shift, which made things easier. Most of my "on duty" hours were spent in the sack with Carla, either getting sucked off or fucked.
She liked to suck my dick as I stood in front of a full length mirror, so she could see my bare ass while she slid her tongue up and down my pole.
I didn't find out until sometime later that one of the bell boys had drilled a tiny peep hole in Carla's door one day while she was out. The guys used to take turns peeking in on us and reporting to the others. There was a lot of comment on the variety of our performances. Earlier, some of the jealous guys had inferred that the only reason Carla had paid me so much was because I had eaten her pussy.
That was a crock of shit. I've frenched a lot of broads, and I wouldn't have minded going down on Carla, but they just had their facts all wrong as they discovered through that sneaky little peep hole.
They could see for themselves that it was Carla eating my dick, and not the other way around.
One night, she rubbed my naked body with wine, and then she began at my ankles and worked her way up my legs, giving me a complete tongue bath. Happily, the performance had been observed and after that I had become a living legend among the staff at that hotel.
Being off in the daytime, I liked to get up early and go out to the beach to work on my tan and ogle the broads in their tiny bikinis. Like all men, I never get tired of looking at nice ass or a big pair of tits.
Carla slept late. She didn't like the sun or the early morning hours. That was fine with me. It left me on my own to do as I pleased at least part of the day.
I was in good shape physically. My body was hard, muscular and deeply tanned. As a rule, I wore boxer type trunks on the beach because the briefer, form-fitting trunks appeared to be obscene with the huge bulge of my genitals. But one particular morning I decided to hell with it. And I slipped into the small, tight suit that fit my ass like a glove. The suit was made of nylon material and it was smooth and white ... setting off the darkness of my tan.
Despite the fact that my cock was limp, the excessive length of it, clearly out-lined through the suit, gave the impression of a hard on. But I didn't give a shit. It was a better suit for swimming and I wanted to wear it. Everybody else could either drool or be shocked, whatever the sight of my long dong did to them personally.
Since it was a new bathing suit, there was one other thing I didn't know about it. The fact that it became practically transparent when wet. I discovered this soon after I emerged from a long swim. Since there still weren't too many people out on the beach at that hour of the day, I didn't let my near nudity bother me.
It did bother someone else though. A guy about my own age, came over to where I was standing on the sand.
"Christ man! From where I was sitting, I thought you were bare-ass naked." he said.
"Nah," I said. "Just this new suit. I cut the jock out cause it didn't fit me, but I had no idea it was this easy to see through when it got wet."
"It's a good way to advertise," he laughed nervously. "My name's Bob Nolan. I'm here on vacation with my sister. She's over there on the blanket. How about coming over and meeting her?"
"Like this?" I asked, looking down at my masculine display.
"Don't worry," he assured me. "Gwen's been around. She's not easily shocked."
So I went. I couldn't understand why this clean-cut young man wanted to introduce his sister to a near naked man he knew nothing about. I was a complete stranger to them, and they to me. Sometimes such a relationship can become very intimate. This one did also.
Gwen was a cute redhead who talked politely with her mouth, but whose eyes were impolitely casing the contents of my damp bathing suit. Under her relentlessly probing orbs, my joy stick began to stiffen slightly as I fought vainly to keep my mind on other things. It hadn't even reached the half hard on stage, but Bob and Gwen sure noticed my uncool tool.
Out of the blue Bob suggested that we all go up to their hotel room which was close by. He let me use his robe to cover my condition as we strolled through the spacious lobby.
As I said, we knew next to nothing about each other except our names. But I instinctively knew all this was leading up to some strange sex kick. When it comes to the sex urge, words aren't always necessary.
But a brother and sister? This was a puzzler.
When we got to the room, Bob decided to get right to the point so that the air would be clear.
"Randy ... you look like the kinda guy who's been around and knows the score. God knows, with that baseball bat you got between your legs, you oughta be wise. Gwen here is a nympho. And I'm a queer. Simple as that. We're really brother and sister like I said before, and when we discovered we each had a problem, we decided to team up and work together. We've both got the hots for your body. However, it's up to you. If you prefer that one of us leave ... okay. Otherwise I can promise you, we'll both show you a good time. How about it?"
While he was talking, Gwen sat next to me on the edge of the bed and stroked my thigh and the front of my trunks. By that time my prick was standing out like a crowbar under wraps. Bob was aroused too. A hard on was bulging out the front of his swimsuit. Gwen had on a bikini and the top was moving in motion with her heaving tits. She had a sweet pair tucked into that brief halter.
I paused to think a moment. Back at my hotel, I was getting paid a hundred bucks a night to shack up with a nice doll. I had to keep up my strength to satisfy her. These two kids didn't intend to pay me a penny for my services.
Oh! Oh!, I thought to myself. There I go thinking like a whore. I had made a vow to myself that I wouldn't do that. That I was accepting money only for a specific purpose, but that I would not be an ass peddler for good.
Gwen and her fag brother both looked cock hungry and I did have a roaring hard-on to take care of immediately. So I let them have their way.
They told me to stand in the center of the room while they peeled my trunks down and off. As the suit was drawn free of my pelvis, my long, throbbing cock sprung loose and bounced up and down like a wavering flagpole.
The kids were on their knees, running their four hands all over my totally naked body. Then Gwen stooped in front and began sucking my dick while Bob kneeled behind and kept thrusting his long, wet tongue up my asshole in dart-like strokes. Getting it at both ends at once is one hell of a sensation. I didn't know whether I was coming or going, but I was loving every fucking minute of it. Gwen knew how to suck cock like a pro. And her brother's hot tongue up my ass was driving me wild. When I told them I was ready to come, his thrusts up my bunghole became faster and deeper and her able jaws slid down my shaft right to the balls.
I blasted a load down that girl's throat that would've choked a newcomer to death, but she continued to suck and swallow with accomplished ease. Bob finished up in the rear by licking and kissing the entire surface of the cheeks of my ass.
After we rested briefly, Gwen asked me to fuck her. We got on the bed and I had no trouble slipping her the whole rigid prick. The slippery friction from her wet pussy brought me to another nut-busting orgasm while she creamed herself into three or four climaxes on my mighty prong.
Brother Bob watched the action intently, grabbing my balls for a fast feel and then jerking himself off. He wanted to blow me after that, but I had to save something for Carla, so I let him suck on it awhile without giving him any of that hot cream he was thirsty for.
I only saw Bob and Gwen once after that day. I had just walked into a little bar near the hotel when I spotted Bob approaching a sailor who was sitting alone at the bar. Gwen was waiting at a table nearby. That swabbie didn't know it, but he was soon gonna get his nuts sucked dry.
The reason I didn't intrude on the brother-sister act was because I had some plans to think out quietly.
Specifically, I was concerned about my future. What would I do next?
Carla had finally left to return north. She wanted to take me with her, but I declined. She would've paid all my bills and bought all my clothes, but being a kept man has it's hang-ups. The broad gets too possessive. You can't even look at another cunt. You become her prisoner. Some guys dig that scene, but not me.
I'm independent. I'll do almost anything a nice young gal asks me to, but no broad tells me what to do!
Besides, I now had a nice bank roll hidden away thanks to that Carla bitch. I was undecided whether to hang around Miami Beach for a few more big bills, or to blow town and see where the action was elsewhere.
The bell captain tried to talk me into staying on. He pointed out the lucrative future I could have unzipping my pants on a regular basis for a price. But I told him I didn't want to become a male prostitute.
Not that I kidded myself that what I was doing was different than whoring. When I took those payoffs for a session in the sack, I was nothing more than a goddamned male whore and I knew it. But I didn't intend to keep on living that way. I wanted to fuck whomever I pleased, whenever I pleased, all for the sheer pleasure of fucking. Not for cash!
"With your good looks and body and that big dick of yours, you could make a fortune in no time!" insisted the bell captain.
So I could make a fortune! So what! There were other ways to make money. Not that I didn't dig sex. But I had to be a free man. I had no objection to selling my dick on a part time basis, but no lengthy involvements.
Believe me, I spent plenty of time thinking about it. Maybe the bell captain was right. I wasn't too sure what to do. But I did know that I wanted to get out of Miami Beach. It was a great spot, but I wanted to travel and see other places.
My chance came in the wife of a Las Vegas businessman who was vacationing by herself. She solved my dilemma. I was sent to her room with some ice so she could look me over.
"Come in," she shouted when I knocked.
I went in as ordered. She was fully dressed, sitting in the lounge chair. She was fortyish, brunette, and had a small, trim figure.
"Take off your clothes," she said, wasting no time.
Dutifully, I stripped off every last thread. I felt kind of silly standing there with my long cock hanging down, and her looking me over like a piece of meat in a market.
"Young man, you have a magnificent body."
"Thank you."
"You must've kept the girls quite distracted from studies at school, didn't you?"
"As a matter-of-fact, no. Not too many girls let me make out with them."
"Foolish little bitches! Don't know what they're missing. But then, I guess I was the same way at that stupid age. We live and learn. Tell me ... do you mind sleeping with older women like myself?"
"Not as long as they're as attractive as you are." It was the same old phony flattery, but it always worked. She brightened immediately.
"Well ... in that case, I guess we can work something out. Here's my proposition. The bell captain tells me you want to leave. I drove down here in my Cadillac, but I'd rather have someone else drive me back to Vegas. If you go, we'll stop every night along the way and share a motel room. I'll pay you well. When we get to Vegas, we'll have to split up as my husband is insanely jealous. Do you mind being my chauffeur?"
"Not at all," I answered. You're the answer to a prayer, I thought to myself. You'll get me out of Miami Beach and I'll pick up some more loot on the way. Plus a nightly outlet for those hard ons I planned to keep raising.
"When do we leave?" I asked.
"Tomorrow night. Put your uniform back on and take this chauffeur's uniform to the tailor shop and have it fitted. I want you to wear it on the trip. The man who filled it before was pretty good. But you look like you'll be more than adequate to fill his shoes. Have it charged to my room. I'll see you again tomorrow night at seven. Be ready."
The thought of it sent blood rushing to my cock. I was ready!
CHAPTER FOUR
Mrs. Henry Cooper, my patron, or, Mar, as she preferred me to call her, sat next to me as I drove. The chauffeur's uniform fit my body like another skin practically. I had my long legs spread wide and the bulge of my genitals at the crotch was clearly out-lined.
"Mar," I said, "that's a strange name. Is it supposed to have some kind of meaning?"
She looked at me and smiled.
"Not really. My mother's name was Margaret and my father always called her Mar for short. When they named me they decided to stick to the shortened version. Do you like it?"
"It's nice," I answered politely.
Then, for the first time she turned to me and dropped the cold business approach to our relationship. Her hand clasped my thigh tenderly as she spoke.
"Listen, Randy, we have a long way to go. There's no one else around so I guess it's safe to let my hair down, so to speak. We'll forget all the small talk. I'm really not so difficult to get to know."
Her fingers were caressing the bulging outline of my cock.
"Okay, I'll speak frankly, Mar. I don't understand this set-up completely. You want me to drive. At night I'm to make love. But out here on the open highway no one sees us or knows us, so why this masquerade as your chauffeur? I promised I'd split the scene when we reached Vegas because of your husband, so why the games?"
"Just indulge a foolish woman her fantasies. My husband is about ten years older than me. As far as I know, there's not a thing wrong with him physically, but five years ago he stopped fucking me altogether. He was all wrapped up in his business. He's very successful and rich. I have nothing to complain about on that score. Naturally, I became terribly frustrated without his physical caresses. We had a handsome young man as a chauffeur whom I began to look at in a new light. He looked glorious in his neat uniform and I became obsessed with the idea of seeing him naked. I'll skip over the sordid details ... we became lovers eventually. I fell madly in love with him and when he realized that I was serious, he quit the job and left abruptly. So you see, having you wear the uniform is just a fetish of mine. It inspires me to the acts of boldness I'd be too cowardly to undertake otherwise."
Indeed, her exploration of my crotch was getting bolder all the time. She had unzipped my fly and shoved her hand inside to feel my balls and play with my dick, which was now as hard as a slab of granite.
"If you keep playing with me like that Mar, I'm liable to have an accident."
But she was too engrossed in what she was doing to heed my warning.
Right about then, a Greyhound bus was pulling up alongside our car. Because of the heavy traffic, the bus had to remain at our side for a good stretch of highway. Glancing up self-consciously, I could see the passengers by the window looking down directly into our car.
"Easy, Mar," I cautioned. "Those people on the bus can see you in here playing with my cock."
"Can they?" she asked, giggling.
Instead of stopping, she deliberately pulled my dick out of my pants and waved it proudly. For some perverse reason she wanted them all to see it. Then she opened the top of my pants completely and pulled my shorts down so that my entire crotch was exposed to view. She tickled my balls while my prick stood as tall as a lighthouse.
Once again I peered at the staring faces of the bus passengers. Whether they were shocked or offended was hard to determine, because none of them had turned away. In fact, as the bus found a hole in the traffic and suddenly zoomed ahead, I suspected that those neck-craners were silently cursing the fact that the show was over for them.
"Mar, you're crazy," I said, laughing.
"I am, aren't I?" she giggled in return. "It's just being with you like this. You remind me so much of Jenkins, our former chauffeur. He was young and wild and full of fun. I guess I scared him off when he saw how serious I was getting about our little affair. He was very good looking, but not built nearly as big as you. You've got a fantastic prick. It's absolutely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. If my husband wasn't so wealthy, I'd seriously think about running off with you for good. Let's stop someplace soon and have a ball!"
That was okay by me. She had worked me up into such a lather that I wanted to shoot a load as quickly as possible. But no motels seemed to be in sight. We were in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't hold it in much longer, so I turned off down an old bumpy road that led us into a clump of trees next to a small pond.
It was an ideal location. Besides being shady and cozy, no one could see us from the highway.
Mar got a blanket from the trunk of the car and spread it out on the grass. She told me to keep my uniform on while I fucked her. Said it was sexy as hell. I didn't want to get semen stains around the fly, so I pushed the pants and shorts down to my knees.
She undressed completely. I was truly amazed at the wonderful body she had for her age. Her tits were a couple of real bra-busters. They were big, firm and creamy white. The nipples were a dark pinkish color. A thick bush of curls topped the big slit of her box. It was a big pussy made to accommodate the thick circumference of my big, stiff dick.
She grabbed my cock and started playing with it, so I warned her that if I didn't stick it up her twat soon, I'd probably blow my load all over the place. She was too eager to get fucked to have that happen, so she guided the huge purplish head of my dick to the lips of her open cunt. I took over the action from there.
With a good thrust, I shoved the head, plus three or four inches of hard cock up her hole. Her well-packed ass began to wiggle with excitement. She wanted more meat ... and fast.
I obliged the little lady by driving the whole goddamned shaft up her cunt till my balls were resting cozily between her widespread thighs.
"You're much better than Jenkins ever was," she said. "You seem to be all cock. I could stay here like this with your huge prick in me forever."
I had pretty good staying power when I needed it, but I didn't think I could last forever. Anyway, women seem to be happier with one good, long, satisfying fuck. A man would rather have a lot of shorter, passionate fucks.
To satisfy Mar, I prolonged this fuck as long as I possibly could, but my sensitive dick can only stand so much. When I was ready to come there was no holding back any longer. Her ass bucked like a wild mare as I shot my first volley. The creamy come gushed inside her like a goddamned geyser. She happily experienced several orgasms of her own.
When we finished fucking, I could hear the sound of footsteps on the dry leaves and grass coming from the wooded area. Sure enough, out from behind the trees comes a motorcycle cop.
Mar was almost all dressed, but I could see the fright and embarrassment on her face. I knew the policeman had seen us in action because of the pregnant bulge at his crotch. He was toting a real zipper-busfing hard on.
"You folks was having yourselves a little party, wasn't ya?" he asked, with a wide, lascivious grin.
"Look, officer," I said, "we were off the main road and we thought there was no one around here. We're both over twenty-one and I guess we just got carried away."
Mar was too stunned to even talk.
"Do you know who this property belongs to?" he asked. "No."
"Do you two live around these parts?"
"No, sir. We're on our way out to Las Vegas," I blurted.
"Well then," he said. "I don't know of no reason you folks can't be on your way." But as I moved for the car, he quickly added, "but first, don't you think I'm entitled to a little fun?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, as if I didn't suspect.
"Well now ... I'm parked out here on duty. From this vantage point I can see speeders on the highway. Then you two come along and make a little whoopee, getting me all hot and bothered." As he said that, he cupped the bulge of his crotch with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Watching you two, I got me one powerful hard on. Now don't you think we should do something about that?"
I wasn't sure just what he was inferring, but I wanted to get Mar out of there as quickly as possible. Just cause she enjoyed getting fucked by me didn't mean she'd enjoy being fucked by some strange motorcycle cop.
"Sorry you're upset, officer, but we really have to get moving," I said, heading for the car again.
"Wait just a goddamned minute!" he shouted. "Don't you know I could run you two in on at least seven law violations?"
I knew better than to ask him to specify what those seven violations might be. Rural justice often could be something quite different from constitutional justice.
"But how can we help you?" I shrugged, hoping that Mar would speak up and say something.
He looked at me and then glanced evilly over at Mar.
"You worried about the little lady there? Afraid I want to stick my nasty old dick in her hole? Well stop worrying. I don't have much taste for cunt. It's that big cock of yours I want!"
"You mean you wanta suck me off?" I asked, surprised, but also relieved that Mar wouldn't have to suffer his indignities.
"No," he answered. "I want it up my ass. Just fuck me up the asshole with that big prick and I'll let you both go."
I didn't feel much like fucking anything right then, but I knew he wouldn't let us out of there until he got some satisfaction, so I agreed to have a go at it. He pushed his uniform pants to his knees and lay down on the blanket, on his stomach. His ass was hairy and plump. Mar came over and played with my dick to get it up again. And then, for some strange reason, the thought of fucking a cop up the ass began to feel exciting. My dong rose up in the air as hard as the rock of Gibraltar.
His asshole was a pretty tight squeeze getting in. He suggested I spit on my dick to help lubricate the entrance. I finally managed to get the head in with some difficulty. Then I deliberately began pounding my cock into him as hard as I could until I had driven the whole thing up his ass to my balls. It gave me a sadistic pleasure to hear his screams.
His face was contorted and I was almost afraid I had really hurt the son of a bitch, but then, I could see that it was actually a look of pure rapture. He loved it.
His ass stayed tight as I pushed and pulled but he helped me out by socking his ass into me on every downstroke. My nuts delivered a load of jism that must have whitewashed that cop's bowels inside out.
When it was over, he said he just wanted to lay there and rest awhile, so Mar and I decided to leave the blanket under him and we got in the car and drove off.
That was just the first of our adventures on the road. We waited until nightfall before stopping off at a motel, and the place we picked sure turned out to be the perfect spot for a little fun and games.
From the outside it didn't look like much of a motel, but the room rentals were as high as elsewhere. But since Mar was footing the tab, I didn't care how high it was. We checked into a single room with a double bed and no questions were asked about our relationship to each other. The place seemed to be very quiet and sedate.
The first thing Mar and I did was to hop into bed for a couple of hours of sleep, since we were both pooped from the road trip. We hit the sack jaybird naked, but we didn't start clawing at each other cause we knew that would come later, after we were, both rested up.
I woke up first. Through the blinds I could see that it was dark outside. As I peeked out the window I noticed a young girl wearing nothing more than panties being chased through the small courtyard by an equally young man in his jockey shorts. Naturally, I kept watching since the guy was just about ready to catch her.
There was enough outside light so that I could see them very plainly. He backed her up against a wall and then his hands were roaming all over her body. Before long he had pushed down her panties and had pushed down his own shorts far enough so that he could fuck her. He threw her a mean fuck too. Her little ass was bouncing off that wall rapidly.
I figured they must be drunk to be carrying on like that in the open. Anybody else could see them as plainly as I could. What I didn't realize then was that there were other young people also running around nude or semi-nude and making love whenever and wherever they pleased.
Naked as I was, I opened my door and stood in the hallway waiting for someone to pass by. A teenage boy with nothing but a tee shirt on, came hurrying past me.
"Hey, buddy! What the hell's going on?" I asked him.
"Jesus Christ, mister! Is that thing for real?" he asked, gazing down at my awesome appendage.
"It's all me," I assured him. "But what the hell are all you kids up to?"
"A swimming party, man. The girl's team and the boy's team always get together for a party here at the end of a good season. The pool's out back. C'mon and join us."
Looking back into the room, I could see that Mar still hadn't awakened. So I decided to stroll out to the rear and see this pool party for myself. I quickly wrapped a bath towel around my waist before leaving.
Sure enough, there was a large swimming pool in the back of the motel court. And it was surrounded by a band of high school boys and girls all in some stage of undress. Many totally naked. There were also a few older people. Presumably coaches, or parents, or teachers, whatever. Beer cans were being passed around freely. Everyone was having a helluva good time.
There was a man in bathing trunks, about fiftyish, busily taking pictures of the frolicking teenagers.
After I assured him that I was a guest of the motel and did not represent the law in any form, he admitted that he owned the motel. He told me the kids were from a town about thirty miles distant and that it had always been their custom to come to his motel to celebrate the end of the swimming season. The sex party was his idea that he had initiated only the year before. He knew the chaperones personally and they went along with with him on it. He paid for the beer out of his own pocket, but made sure that all the kids were sober before they went back home.
Why did he do it? Because he was a voyeur. The pictures he took were for his own collection, but he was willing to sell a few if I was interested. I wasn't. The boys and girls were all seniors in high school and were obviously having a ball.
One of the naked chaperones, a man about forty, took every opportunity he could to pat one of the nubile young coeds on the ass. He had a constant hard on.
Somebody started the juke box blaring away and then the party really began to get moving. The dances were nothing more than obscene motions, getting dirtier and dirtier as the kids got drunker and hornier.
Most of the boys were now sporting semi or full scale hard ons. The girls teasingly kept playing with the rigid dicks as they danced.
One boy and girl had given up all pretense of dancing. They stood together in the middle of the dancers, but he had shoved his cock into her pussy and they were fucking like mad.
"Aren't you afraid of the law breaking in?" I asked the owner.
"Only the outside law," was his reply. "I got the local law all sewed up. You see that boy in the middle there ... fucking that blonde?"
"Yeh."
"He's the son of the local police chief. The gal he's screwing is the parson's daughter. The parson doesn't know what's going on, but the chief does. I take care of him and his boys. We got a party going here every weekend. Most of the time, though, it's all grownups. I like the kids better though. All those young bodies are sexy."
Just then a giggling girl ran past us and yanked my towel off. The owner took one look at my cock and turned his camera on me, clicking away.
"Go ahead and join in the fun," he urged me.
"Sorry, but I've got someone in the room I've got to take care of. If she's awake, she's probably wondering what the hell happened to me."
"Are you gonna fuck her?" he asked with a grin.
"Something like that," I answered.
"How about letting me take some pictures of you in action?"
"Oh ... I don't know about that. I don't think the little lady would like that idea at all."
"Do me a favor and ask her, will ya?"
So I promised him I'd ask. However, I was certain that Mar wouldn't want any stranger in the room while I was putting the boots to her. Especially not one with a camera and an evil leer on his puss.
Women are truly strange creatures. When I got back to the room she had already awakened and put on fresh make-up. I told her about the teenage orgy going on full blast right under our noses and instead of being shocked, she thought it all sounded charming.
Not only wasn't she offended by the motel owner's request to photograph us in bed fucking, she was positively thrilled by the idea.
"Oh, Randy, I've always wanted someone to take pictures of me while I'm in the throes of passion!" she gushed.
"Aren't you even afraid the pictures might get into the wrong hands?" I asked her.
"Nonsense! This is a long way from where I live. No one could possibly know me or recognize me."
She was the boss as far as I was concerned. I certainly didn't care who photographed my bare ass while I was tearing off a piece. So I went and got the owner, bringing him around to our room in the courtyard.
I didn't introduce him to Mar at all. Instead, I asked him to remain in the shadowy part of the room and not get too close to us until we were actually in the sack making it. He agreed readily. His hands were shaking with excitement.
Mar had put on a light robe, but I was still bare-ass naked. I slipped the robe off her shoulders and made her as naked as I was. Then we went over to the bed and lay down beside each other.
While we were engaged in some heated foreplay, flashbulbs kept popping with great regularity. The son of a bitch was certainly taking plenty of pictures.
As I mounted Mar, plunging my prick up into her cunt, the photographer got up between my legs for some close-up shots from behind my balls. At first I had a hard time concentrating on my fucking because of that guy, but then, as Mar's passionate ass got hotter and hotter, all stops were out and we fucked to beat the band.
She had climaxes over and over it seemed and I blew a wad up into her that could've gone into orbit. She just didn't want to let my dick go when it was all over.
As we lay back exhausted, the owner slipped out the door discreetly, saying nothing.
We slept pretty good the rest of the night despite the loud noise of the romping teenagers and their blaring music. The following morning, the place was as quiet as a morgue. When we loaded ourselves into the car to continue our journey, the owner suddenly appeared and slipped an envelope into my hands.
I waited till we were on the open road to open it. It contained about a dozen or so copies of the pictures he had taken of me and Mar in bed. I gave them to her.
"He must have his own darkroom," she said.
"He'd have to, with those kind of pictures," I snorted.
"They're beautiful. Look how sharp and clear."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Just beautiful. Let's just hope they don't ever fall into the wrong hands. My face and yours are both very clear. Especially that close-up shot of me kissing your twat with my tongue."
"Don't worry," she said. "We're not celebrities. No one we know will ever see them."
Mar wanted to keep the pictures as a keepsake, so I let her. They sure didn't mean a damn thing to me. I got my kicks in sex strictly from the flesh, not from photos.
We agreed to save all our sexual energy for the night sessions when we could do it right, in a bed. So other than the time out we took to stop and eat and piss and shit, we spent the whole day on the open road.
That night we registered at a different type motel. The old biddy who gave us the room had nothing but dirty looks for me and Mar. She was certain that we were up to no good. She made a point of stating that hers was a respectable place.
Once inside the room, Mar giggled at the old doll's behavior. It was pretty funny because we played it straight-faced all the way.
"Ten to one she's an old maid," I told Mar. "That's the only kind that doesn't want anybody else to get any."
"Well, I don't care how she feels," said Mar. "I intend to get all I can, while I can."
I knew what she meant, so I stripped off all my clothes and took a hot shower. Mar had a thing about me when I was all wet and drippy after a shower. Instead of letting me dry off with a towel, she preferred to lick me off completely. Of course, that licking of my body gave me a gigantic hard on which she got around to licking last, sucking me off so that I had to take another shower.
Mar switched things around that night. While I was busy soaping myself in the shower stall, damned if she didn't get in with me. It was kind of a tight squeeze and our naked bodies kept brushing together.
She started in lathering me, spending a lot of time around my ass and soaping my balls and cock. I reciprocated by taking the soap and going over her body. I rubbed it lovingly over her tits and pushed a wad of suds up her ass. My fingers not only lathered her snatch, but they sneaked inside her cunt for a little play with her clitoris.
Soon we were just playing games, rubbing our slick, naked bodies against each other. My dong was as stiff as a crowbar. I told her I was going to give her the cleanest fuck she'd ever had. Then I turned her face to the shower wall and slid my dick up into the crack of her sleek, slippery ass. We were both well lubricated with suds so I had no trouble shoving my cock up her asshole.
Mar told me to take it easy. She was afraid she couldn't take all of it up her ass. I told her I was going to give her every goddamned bit of it until she could feel the head of it up in her throat!
I pounded my prick into her rump as hard as I could. She kept bouncing off the wall as I drew back, but when I had driven my cock all the way in, up to my nuts, she was as happy as a puppy in a bone bin. From there on it was smooth sailing as I pushed and pulled, giving her asshole one hell of a fuck.
When I felt myself ready to come, I thrust my cock in up to the hilt and began shooting rapid-fire spurts of hot cream up her bunghole. She was going out of her fucking mind with ecstasy. Mar had good control of her ass muscles and the cheeks of her behind held firmly to my tool, not wanting to let go.
My exhausted dick finally got limp and I was able to ease it out of her hole. She turned around and grabbed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth and down my throat. I was so taken by surprise I almost choked, but then I gained control and sent my tongue into her mouth to explore.
We broke apart, fighting for breath.
"Goddamn, Mar, yours is the nicest ass I've ever fucked!"
"And I'll bet you've fucked plenty of them, haven't you?" she returned, somewhat facetiously.
"Oh ... one or two," I allowed. "You mean one or two hundred," she smiled.
"I mean it, though, babe. You've got a real tasty ass!"
"Thank you, Randy. I wish my husband felt that way about it."
"He must be a real jerk!"
"Not really. Just too business minded. He never did have the strong sex drive that I have. That's why I need a young man like you to please me. I'd love to cut that dick off of yours and take it home with me. It's the most marvelous penis I've ever seen."
"Fraid I can't spare it, Mar," I said laughingly.
Her expression turned serious when I said that.
"You know, Randy, I've been thinking. Since you're going to be in Las Vegas anyway, maybe we could work out some arrangement. You couldn't come to my house, but maybe I could meet you in some hotel room. I'd still pay good. Does the idea appeal to you at all?"
Now it was my turn to get serious.
"Mar, I think we better face the facts. You said yourself that your husband is extremely jealous. Now I'd like nothing more than a little hanky panky with you, but I don't intend to get my nuts busted by a jealous husband. There's too much ass around to take those kind of chances. I think we better stick to our original deal. When we hit the city, you go your way and I go mine. That way you get to keep your rich hubby and I get to keep my ass in one piece."
Reluctantly, she agreed that that was the only logical thing to do. She loved my cock, but new cock she could always buy. Just as long as she had Daddy Warbucks working his ass off to bring it home.
The next evening we reached the outskirts of Las Vegas, and Mar celebrated by giving me a fast blow job out in the desert. I shot enough jism down her throat to have her tasting it for another couple of weeks. She kept playing with my balls up until it was time for me to get out of the car along the Strip.
After that blow job I had given her back the chauffeur's uniform and had changed into my own clothes again. And as I waved her goodbye, I felt the security of the bulging wallet in my back pocket.
The very next thing I wanted to do was get a place to bed down and then see about getting a job. I wasn't in the mood to blow all my savings just yet.
Carrying my suitcase and gawking at all the palatial hotels along the fabulous Vegas Strip, I was suddenly aware that a big convertible had pulled up to the curb near where I was strolling.
"Want a lift?" asked the buxom blonde behind the wheel.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vegas was really a friendly town. Not in the city five minutes and already I was being given a come-on by a big-titted blonde!
I looked her over carefully. She was built like Anita Ekberg and was just as beautiful. The thin material of her blouse let me know there was no bra underneath to cover up those glorious balloons. Man, they were a wild set of jugs!
I usually think of myself as an ass man. That's the first part of a gal's anatomy I inspect if given the chance. Since this broad was seated in a car, there wasn't much chance of that. But a swell pair of tits can turn me on too, and brother, I was being turned on! I was getting a wicked hard on just looking at her.
Since she invited me, I hopped in the seat next to her just to be sociable. I tossed my bag in the back seat and introduced myself to that gorgeous hunk of female flesh.
"Welcome to Las Vegas, Randy," she replied. "My name is Nina Kuntz."
As she said it, she looked over at me for my reaction, but I managed to maintain a straight face.
"That's odd," she said. "Most men smile when they hear my name for the first time. If you're holding it in ... don't. I'm used to all the dirty cracks by now."
I grinned ... widely.
"I was only trying to be a gentleman," I said.
"A gentleman! Hah!" she hooted brassily. "I'm not used to meeting gentlemen. It's my theory that all men are bastards. But don't get me wrong, I love the bastards anyway."
She was tough as nails, but I liked her. Despite the hardness in her voice, she had aningratiating smile. After talking to her a little longer I found I didn't have to mind my language. She knew almost as many four letter words as me, and she didn't hesitate to use them.
"Any place special you want me to take you?" she asked.
"Can you drive me to a hotel where I'll find all the comforts of home?" I smiled.
"Sure. The same place I stay. It's not far. You'll find everything you want right there," she said, giving me a knowing glance.
We exchanged little innuendoes all through our conversation. That broad was interested in my body and I was very much interested in hers. We both knew that evenutally we would wind up getting into each other's pants. I was also anxious to get into that blouse and get myself a bite of those juicy tits. My cock was stiff and hungry for a little pussy.
Nina reached over and patted my bulging crotch and spoke in a promising voice.
"Easy, boy. Put that thing at ease. We'll get to that later. First things first though."
She took me to her hotel which was one of the biggest and most expensive in Vegas. I had told her that I needed a job so she introduced me to the operator of the hotel casino who agreed to hire me as a croupier if I could learn how to handle the job. Along with the job, I was given a room of my own in the employees quarters in the rear of the hotel. I was also fitted for a tuxedo to wear on the job. As far as I was concerned, it was just another type of uniform for me.
So ... my first night in town and I had a job and a place to flop. However, that first night I didn't spend in my own bed. Nina invited me up to her swanky suite for a cozy dinner and when we had eaten and had a few drinks in us, we threw off any further restraint and began necking.
My hands crawled all over her well stacked body, feeling up those soft tits and caressing that round, sexy ass of hers. I took time out from copping a feel to undo all her buttons and zippers and such until she was stark naked. Then I backed away just far enough to get a good look at all that beautiful bare flesh.
I'll be goddamned if that bitch didn't have the mouth wateringest tits I ever did lay eyes, hands and lips on! I sucked on those melons like a baby with a lollipop. That's one of life's happy moments, when you got a mouth full of tit, a hand full of pussy, and the broad is playing with your cock ... and then to top it all off ... to reach around and feel that silky-smooth naked ass. Man! That's living!
Nina practically tore my clothes off my back. In fact, she did rip the hell out of my jockey shorts as she yanked them down off my hips. She was kinda anxious to get to that sizeable hunk of meat I had waiting for her between my legs.
Dressed only in our skins, we flopped onto the bed and continued to grope each other. I went down on her ass and ate those creamy cheeks in big mouthfuls. My tongue licked and explored the velvety crack of her ass, lapping it up like honey. Then she turned over and we were in a perfect sixty-nine position. Her wet snatch welcomed my thrusting tongue eagerly as she began socking her pussy to me. I could feel her moist, warm lips closing over my throbbing cock. It was easy to tell that she had sucked cock before. That little bitch knew how to work her mouth up and down my driving shaft. She managed to get my prick so far in that her nose was buried between my balls. She must've come from a long line of sword swallowers the way she expertly handled that long, stiff dick of mine.
While Nina sucked me off, she fingered my asshole until I was jumping up and down with my body. Every time she shoved her finger up my bunghole I jumped. Each time I jumped, my tongue shot up her cunt another inch, so I guess she knew what she was doing.
Meanwhile, as she ate my dick, her fingers left my ass long enough for her to caress the insides of my widespread thighs. That was all I needed to deliver my load. I cut loose a jetstream of semen down her throat that couldn't quit. She kept on gobbling my rod until I couldn't dredge up another drop.
After I'd thrown her my load of come, it was my turn to get her to orgasm ... and that was about to happen anytime. Her legs and ass got friskier as she was on the verge of creaming her pussy in my mouth. I had my goddamned tongue darting in and out of her greasy cunt lips like a snake's. She started to buck so hard and furious that I was having trouble keeping my head planted between her fucking legs. Thank Christ she finally climaxed, but she almost tore my head off in the process. She had those legs scissored over me so I couldn't get loose if I wanted to.
Between shooting my own nuts off and having my face stuck in her pussy so long, I really needed that breath of fresh air I finally got. Nina released my head from her leg hold so I could straighten up, but she kept one of her hands wrapped around my long, limp dick. She hated to let go of it.
When I begged off to go to the bathroom to take a piss, she still held on. Jokingly I asked her if she wanted to go in and hold my pecker for me while I took a leak. And damned if she didn't take me up on it.
She stood against my side and held my dick as I pissed in the toilet bowl. When I finished pissing, she shook my cock to shake off the last drop of piss. Then she leaned over in front of me and kissed it tenderly.
We got back on the bed to rest a bit. At least I wanted to rest. Nina busied herself cupping my balls and fondling them.
"You've got lovely testicles," she said.
"Now how the hell can a pair of hairy balls be lovely?" I wondered.
"I've seen a lot of balls," said Nina quite seriously, "but yours are really beautiful. They're big and beautiful," she added as she kissed them with open lips.
"That's a new one on me," I said. "Girls usually tell me I have a beautiful cock, but none has yet voiced any opinion about my balls."
"Well, now one has," said Nina triumphantly. "Your balls are beautiful, your cock is superb, in fact, your whole body is very attractive to look at and to feel."
I loved the compliments, so I returned them, which was easy to do with her build.
"May I say, Miss Kuntz, that you have the most delicious ass in the whole world. And while I'm at it, let's not forget those tasty tits that are so juicy to nibble on. In other words, you're a great piece of ass!"
"You've got a great line of bullshit, Randy."
"Oh no, lady. That's not bullshit. I mean it. Maybe you've inspected a lot of balls, but I've inspected a lot of asses and tits at close range. It's kinda my hobby. If I say you've got a swell body ... you better believe it."
Actually, she didn't doubt my word. I think she just wanted to hear me repeat the compliment. She knew she had a nice body. All broads know whether they got it or not. Still they never get tired of some guy telling them what they already know.
That night in Nina's bed set the pattern for my sleeping arrangements for the next several weeks. It only took me a few days to learn the tricks I had to know as croupier. I was soon put to work on one of the bigger gaming tables in the casino.
Each night I worked till one a.m. in the morning. I'd go take a shower and then go to Nina's suite. She always waited for me in a transparent negligee, with nothing but smooth skin underneath. We'd have a few cocktails and talk a little while. But all that was just preliminary. The main event was when we wound up on her bed and began fucking like crazy.
She was one hell of a fuck! I was doing all my thinking with my balls instead of my head. It never occurred to me to question who she was, or how she could afford to live so lavishly without working. I just assumed she was rich, like all those widows and divorcees I fucked for profit. If I had been thinking clearly, I would've wondered why more studs weren't on the prowl for her sweet little ass. I should've questioned her the first night on how she had so much pull with the casino operator to get me the job.
But I questioned nothing. As I said, the head on my shoulders was playing second fiddle to the head on my incessantly hungry dick.
Besides, when a guy has a set-up like I had ... it doesn't pay to ask too many personal questions. You just lay back and enjoy it. That's exactly what I was doing. Enjoying every fucking minute of it. But there comes a day of reckoning ... and mine came in the person of two thugs.
It happened one night as I came off duty. When I got to my room at the rear of the hotel to wash up and change, these two gangster types were sitting there waiting for me.
"Your name Randy Hardy?" asked the first tough.
"Yeh," I answered, "but who the hell are you guys and what are you doing in my room?"
"Can it!" ordered the second tough. "We'll ask the questions. You just answer 'em ... and fast!"
The gun in his hand convinced me.
"Okay," I said, "you guys win. But I only work here. If you want to rob the joint you picked the wrong place. I don't own a goddamned thing of value." I tried to make it sound like a joke.
It didn't go over very funny. The first thug slapped my face.
"Cut the shit, you son of a bitch!" he ordered me. "Ain't you the bastard that's been playing house with Nina Kuntz?"
I shook my head yes. His slap had really stunned the shit out of me.
"Well listen to me and listen good, pretty boy." As he spoke the words, he cupped his hand under my crotch and held my balls in a vise-like grip ... not hurting them ... but threatening to. "If you want to keep from getting your precious nuts chopped off, just keep away from that cunt from now on. I'm not kiddin'. That broad is strictly hands off for you or any other guy. Get the message, loverboy?"
I got the message.
Naturally, I was curious as to why I wasn't to see Nina any more, but I knew that those two hoods weren't about to fill me in on the details. So after they menaced me with a few more threats on my anatomy, I promised never to see her again. I breathed a welcomed sigh of relief as they departed.
True to my word, I stayed in my room that night. Before too long though, Nina called me on the phone to inquire as to why I hadn't shown up for our nightly rendezvous. I used the tired old headache gag and got off the hook for that night.
During work the following day, all I could think about was the two thugs who had threatened me the night previous. I tried to figure it out. Then I remembered that the other hotel employees were always playing practical jokes on each other. Some of the guys had razzed me about my pussy escapades. That had to be it, I reasoned. Someone had hired those two to act as gangsters and throw a scare into me just for laughs.
After all ... who else could be behind it! Nobody else, I concluded.
Feeling a little sheepish, thinking that some of the guys were laughing behind my back when I didn't go see Nina the night before ... I decided I wouldn't discuss it with anybody. However, I kept one eye cocked, but couldn't spot the thugs anywhere in sight the entire evening. So I resolved that night when I finished work to resume my little bedtime workouts with Nina.
When I returned to my room I showered and dressed as usual. I wasn't feeling as carefree as I had before though. Even if it had been a gag as I thought, I wasn't going to let my guard down. No one was in the hallway as I left the room so my confidence began to return.
To get my mind off my worries, I concentrated on what lay in store for me in Nina's pad. I thought of her velvet ass, and those cushiony tits I could rest my head on. I thought of the thrill that shot through my body when she wrapped her wet, hot tongue around my big, hard dick.
With thoughts like those, I forgot all about any threats by phony gangsters. I had a hard on a block long just rarin' to go. Nothing and nobody could've kept me out of Nina's bed at that moment. My nuts were on fire!
Nina was waiting for me with a drink in hand which I quickly downed. Having missed one night of hot fucking she was as eager to go as I was. While I swallowed the booze, she played with my dong. My pecker was standing up straight and ready.
I pulled her negligee off and she undressed me with equal speed. Then I grabbed those big tits of hers and played bounce. She fooled around with my nuts and asshole while I diddled her twat. Pretty soon it was obvious that she wanted my cock up her cunt just as bad as I wanted to shove it up there.
So ... we fell on the bed and fucked! And I mean we fucked! I fucked her between the tits, in the armpits, in her mouth, up her asshole, and two or three times up her juicy pussy.
I don't know how many goddamn loads of hot cream I shot onto her and into her, but I never seemed to stop coming. My balls were really working overtime manufacturing semen.
When I left her room at the crack of dawn, I was all fucked out. My dick hung loose like a limp fire hose. Even my balls felt numb. I didn't think I'd ever raise another hard on as long as I lived.
Back in my own room, on my own bed, I lay exhausted. About an hour passed when the phone rang. It was the casino manager. He told me I was fired and to get my ass off the premises as fast as possible. I asked him why, but he refused to elaborate over the telephone, so I agreed to meet him in his office within a few minutes.
When I got there, he was no longer the friendly guy he had been when Nina introduced me and got me the job. He lost no time in setting me straight on what a bind I had put him in.
"Your ass is on the chopping block, Hardy," he told me without any trace of humor. "And that's just where mine'll be if I don't get rid of you. Maybe you don't know the score around here. That Kuntz broad just happens to be the personal property of one of the syndicate bosses. You'd know his name if I said it, but I'm not saying. I do know that a couple of his boys gave you a warning to leave her alone, which you obviously ignored. Personally I don't give a shit. You can risk your neck if you want to, but not mine. From this point on, I got nothing to do with you. If you take my advice, you'll blow town."
That little speech shook me. Those thugs had been on the level about cutting my nuts off. Still, I was perplexed about the whole situation.
"I don't understand," I said. "If all this shit is true, how come you even hired me in the first place? You knew she was some gang lord's girl ... I didn't."
"Listen, boy, I just follow orders. I'm supposed to be nice to Nina Kuntz. That means if she has a friend who needs a job, I'll give him one. But on the other hand, if that friend happens to be banging her every night and the word gets back to her boy friend ... I think you get what I mean. The boy friend ain't gonna understand why I keep around a guy who keeps putting the boots to his broad. Get me?"
I nodded.
"What if I don't leave town? What happens then?"
"That's your funeral Hardy, not mine."
"I wonder what Nina would say if I told her all about this?"
"Ask her and find out. But I'll tell you this.
That broad ain't gonna kick out old Daddy Sugar just for a hunk of cock. Her boy friend is away now. Sometimes he's away for three, four months at a crack. So she gets hot pants and goes out and picks up young studs. But sooner or later they all get the same message you're gettin'. So far they've all been smart enough to blow. You got brains, you'll ditto."
I thanked the guy for taking a chance on me in the first place, then I left, after turning in my tux. I didn't like to leave without talking to Nina, so I did a very foolish thing. I went up to her room and I must've been spotted going in. I didn't mince any words. I told her exactly what had happened to me and why I was leaving town so abruptly.
The casino manager had been right. Nina wasn't the least bit surprised at what I told her. She said she understoood and that at least it had been fun while it lasted. Also, she didn't want me to leave without giving me one last blow job. At first I wasn't in any mood for sex, but her talented fingers on my prick soon brought it to life again. She sucked me off to a fare-thee-well! My fucking nuts were bone-ass dry when she got through sucking all the jism out of them.
When I finally left her room and the hotel, I soon found out how quickly the syndicate boys can set the wheels in motion. I was walking along the Strip after having checked my suitcase in a locker at the bus terminal. A police car pulls up and I was informed by the cops that I was under arrest on a warrant charging me with embezzlement of monies from the casino in which I had worked as croupier.
It was all a mistake, I explained to the cops. They understood, but they were just doing their duty. I could tell it all to the judge.
The next few weeks were a nightmare. When my trial was held, documents and witnesses were produced by the prosecution to prove conclusively that I was guilty. The jury had no choice. They found me guilty as charged, despite my pleas of innocence.
Guilty! Of a crime I never even committed, or thought of committing!
I was sentenced to five to ten years in the state prison. I knew I was framed ... and my lawyer said he believed me, but there was no way I could prove my innocence unless I could provide witnesses to testify that I had been railroaded. Being inside prison walls, there was nothing I could do to help myself. All my lawyer could promise was that he would, "see what he could do."
So from that courtroom, I was led away to a prison cell with no hopes of seeing or being with a girl for the next several years at least.
I had truly reached the lowest point in my life. And all because of a juicy piece of ass!
CHAPTER SIX
In prison I found myself outfitted in yet an other type of uniform. A convict's uniform. Which isn't a very attractive kind of clothing from any point of view.
Life in a prison cell is enough to drive a healthy man nuts. With nothing but time on your hands all you can do is think. All I could think about was the royal screwing I got. The more I figured it out, the more I realized that the police and the courts didn't have anything to do with my being framed. It was all that phony evidence and the testimony of perjured witnesses that had sent me to the can.
Some fucking Mafia chieftain who didn't even have balls enough to take care of his own girl friend got pissed at me and gets his cocksucking cronies to rig this lousy deal against me. And what the fuck do they care that my life is ruined?
I couldn't give two farts in a windstorm for my chances of ever beating the bum rap, so in order to keep from going off my noodle, I more or less resigned myself to my fate. Pretty soon I became enmeshed in the dullass routine of prison life.
One thing men always have on their minds is sex, and in stir they think about it even more. But there are no women around and no chance of getting near one. Some guys just think about broads and beat their meat, or else they turn to other prisoners for some form of sexual play.
A lot of older, tougher cons come after good-looking young guys like me ... and try to use us as their personal sex vehicle. I wasn't having any of that shit. No matter how desperate I got, I wasn't gonna let any guy shove his cock up my ass, or even into my mouth. I'm not a goddamned girl and I'm not gonna ever let anyone turn me into one.
It took a few fistfights and a few black eyes, but I held my ground. None of the wolves, as the older cons were called, ever got close enough to fuck me!
On the other hand, there were a lot of pansy types behind the walls who just begged for anyone to fuck them. They loved cock and in prison they were getting to suck all the cock they ever dreamed of. In the beginning I held out from these queers too, cause I didn't want to get involved with a fucking bunch of cockhungry creeps. But later on ... well ... let me tell you what happened one night in particular.
It was during the Christmas holidays, so the guards were a bit more lax than usual. A couple of cons in my cell block had bribed a guard into sneaking them several bottles of whisky. That night, in the recreation room, there were three guards along with a bunch of us cons. The booze was opened and passed around freely. Even the guards took their turns nipping at the stuff.
The goddamned place was so overheated that none of us cons wore shirts. All we had on were the prison issue pants. In that close confinement and with the booze in our veins, we were all getting drunk fast.
I was feeling absolutely no pain at all. Like the other cons, I was feeling lightheaded and woozy. Somebody in the crowd began to tell dirty jokes and soon we were all remembering raunchy stories to tell. All that sex talk and thinking about sex was just getting the lot of us worked up something awful. I had a rip-roaring hard on in my britches, as did the other cons, judging from the bulges in the front of their pants.
Since there weren't enough benches in the room, a number of us, including me, were sitting on the floor against the wall. I was kind of slouched out, with my legs spread wide and the tent in my pants poking out in the middle.
As the party became more uninhibited, there were a few cock-loving fags in our midst who were most anxious to get at all those throbbing hard ons being brandished before them. One of the pansies came over and began rubbing his hand up and down my legs.
Having been without a good piece of ass for far too long, and being under the influence of the relaxing booze, I was too far gone to stop the kid from what he wanted to do. So, I just laid back comfortably and let him have his way with my body.
He caressed the bulge in my crotch with obvious glee. Once he got a load of the size of what was in there, he quickly undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Then several other cons joined him in their admiration of my king-sized dong.
He had a ball running his hands all over my naked body. His touch was as light and feminine as a girl's. With long strokes he kneaded the muscles of my strong thighs. Then he gently felt and toyed with my balls. He ran his fingers through the thick growth of my pubic hair. With slightly parted lips and niping tongue, he kissed the breadth of my chest, sucking on the flat, hard nipples.
Driven by desire, he licked all my exposed flesh with his hot, wild tongue. My cock was straining upward and outward with a white hot intensity. I couldn't wait until he finally got around to clamping his jaws over the head of my dick, so I grabbed his head by the hair and pushed his face into my wide open crotch. He knew what I wanted and he enjoyed my forcing him to do it.
I kept pushing my ass up and rubbing my stiff dick all over his face. His warm lips finally opened wide and settled onto my giant organ. I was in seventh heaven as his moist mouth slowly slid down the length of my shaft, sucking it all in, until it reached the base and his nose was buried in my bush.
Man, that cocksucker was sure hungry! Starved! He ate my dick like it was the first stiff meal he'd had in months. His head was in constant motion as his mouth slid up and down my slippery dong. He had his hands under the cheeks of my ass and was pushing my ass upward into his kisser as hard as he could. He even worked his fuck finger up into my asshole and kept poking it farther and farther up my asshole, which caused me to keep pumping my pelvis like a goddamned whore!
While that boy was busy blowing me, I noticed that many of the other cons were engaged in getting or giving blow jobs themselves. Just about everybody in the room was stripped jaybird naked. Even the three guards had dropped their uniforms and all three were busy fucking some young boys up the ass.
Meanwhile, the kid working between my legs was rapidly bringing me to one hell of a climax. I started to come into his mouth with such violent force that he almost choked. But then he adjusted to my jetting spurts of Jism and swallowed the entire load that I shot down his throat.
When I had rested awhile, this kid wanted to go down on me a second time, but one of the bigger cons pushed him aside roughly and said it was his turn. He got down between my legs and not only sucked me off, he also sucked on my balls and turned me over and reamed my asshole with his tongue.
I was drunk and I was exhausted. It's hard for me to remember just how many times I came, but I do know that at least five or six guys went down on my cock that night. Everybody seemed to want a mouthful of my big dick before the night was over. In fact, the last guy that blew me was one of the toughest guards in the whole fucking prison.
After the night, things were a little easier as far as my sex life was concerned. There still wasn't any cunt available for me, but I learned to accept a queer's mouth as a substitute that was better than nothing and better than a clenched fist.
Word spread quickly about my change of attitude towards sex and the impressive equipment with which I was so generously endowed in the genital department. It got to where I was so much in demand that the cons actually curried my favor by gifting me with cigarettes and candy and other luxury items, just to get me to allow them to suck me off.
Like I said, it was better than nothing. But it sure wasn't what I wanted in the way of a sex life. I was getting my nuts off regular, but I was still kind of frustrated. All I dreamed about was pussy. I wanted to get hold of some young cunt and squeeze her tits and tickle her ass and feed her a full helping of stiff dick between her legs. There's nothing like a snapping, eager cunt wrapped around your wet, hard dick!
Letting the queers eat me at least kept me from blowing my lid. Months were passing by and it looked like my lawyer would never be able to come up with any good news about getting me out. So I tried to relax, I adjusted to penal life and never gave anybody a hard time.
One morning I was called down to the conference room to see my lawyer. It was unusual because that wasn't his regular visiting day. I knew instinctively that something must've come up.
"Now don't get your hopes up too high," he told me.
"What's the score, man?" I was eager to know.
"Well, Randy, we got a break in the case that just might get you out of here. But it'll take time. The guy you said had you framed was arrested last night for assault with intent to kill his girl friend, Nina Kuntz. She was beat up pretty bad, but the cops say she's so pissed at him that she's singing like a goddamned canary about his racket connections. She's naming names, dates and places. They've been checking out her story and so far all the pieces add up. It seems the guy had plenty of top political connections, but they're all deserting him now that he's up to his ass in trouble."
"Did she tell them anything about the way I was framed?"
"That I can't say for sure. But the police did tell me they might have some more news for me by tonight. Anyway, I thought you'd at least like to know that there is a chance that all this will eventually be straightened out."
I shook the lawyer's hand before he left, but I felt more like kissing him. Just to know that something was going on in the outside world that could spring me from that stone prison gave my spirits a gigantic boost.
The next few weeks were to prove to me how slowly the wheels of justice can turn when you're on the inside looking out. I was kept going by the knowledge that my lawyer brought me that Nina had spilled the goods about my frame-up, but that alone wasn't enough to free me. First they had to hold the trial and bring in witnesses against her boy friend. It was all being done, but it was taking months to do it.
The prison officials did give me one break. Because' of the new evidence that might ultimately free me, they sent me to an honor farm and made me a trustee.
On the farm I got outdoors more and had a much healthier existence. I was entrusted with the job of driving a pick-up truck to nearby farms to pick up needed items that weren't produced at the honor farm. One of those items was eggs, which I was sent to colled one afternoon.
When I drove onto the farm, up to the house, I was surprised. The farmer wasn't anywhere in sight. That was odd, because he always met my truck as I pulled in. So I called out and a young girl came out on the porch. She didn't look any more than sixteen or seventeen.
"My daddy's not here today," she yelled.
"I'm from the honor farm. I come to pick up the eggs."
"Oh yeah. He told me to expect you. Come on around to the barn," she said, and flew off the porch in a run.
I pulled the truck around to the barn front and then got out.
"My name's Debbie Sue," she smiled.
"Mine's Randy, Debbie Sue. You're a pretty little thing."
She started to blush. She was a pretty little thing and the first female I had been close to in a long, long time.
"Where's your daddy?" I asked.
"In town. Everybody's in town today. Some kind of auction going on. I'm here all by myself," she said, giving me an interested look.
I stacked the egg crates in the truck and then Debbie Sue invited me in to have a glass of ice water. I accepted.
"This is a real nice house," I said, making myself comfortable on the sofa.
She sat down next to me and talked.
"My daddy would kill me now if he saw me in here with you like this. He doesn't like me to see any boys. Especially from the honor farm. He says they're all no good. So I don't hardly ever get to go out on dates."
I could understand why her old man would be worried about her. She was a sexy little bitch. Under that thin cotton dress, all she wore was a ripe young body. And I suspected that some of the local yokels had already plowed her furrow.
"This is the first time I've been this close to a pretty young girl in a long time," I said. As I spoke I could feel my hard on rising in my pants. Because of our positions, there was no way I could shift myself to hide the lengthening bulge.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked, coyly.
"Pretty as a wedding cake," I smiled.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked ... almost knocking me out of my seat.
"Wow! You don't waste any words, do you Debbie Sue?"
She lightly fingered the long, hard ridge along my thigh. Then she cupped her hand over it and rubbed it some more.
"I know what this is," she said. "I've been with lots of boys. Daddy doesn't know it, but I've had plenty of boys sneak into the barn at night to meet me. I like boys ... and besides, it gets too darn lonely way out here in the country."
"When does your father and the others get back?"
"Not till late tonight and they'll be dead drunk," Debbie Sue assured me.
Since the coast was clear, I thought I might as well grab me some of that country-fresh nookie Debbie Sue was giving away. We traded very few words as we got out of the few articles of clothing each of us had on.
She had medium-size tits, which I sucked and slobbered over, while I played with her wet pussy. I shoved about three fingers up her cunt and tweaked her clitoris until her ass was pumping like mad for some positive action.
Debbie got under me and wrapped her legs around my middle and drew my cock into plunging position just over her twat. It had been so long since I had felt my prick in a hot, juicy pussy, that I stuck my rod in and pumped it all the way up her cunt. She bucked and tossed and turned like she was having a goddamn spasm.
That little ole farm gal sure knew how to handle a big city boy's big cock. As I plunged in and out ... fucking at a hundred miles an hour ... the walls of her young cunt clung tenaciously to the sleek, smooth, hardness of my long cock. She didn't want me to pull even one inch out of her hot hole.
Nothing could stop me though. It was the first female fuck in months and I was going all the way. My pile driving ass did everything but shove her bucking ass through that mattress to the floor. I threw her a fuck that neither she nor I would ever forget.
I emptied my nuts into that farmer's daughter no less than five times before I was ready to call it quits. Her goddamned insides must've been floating in all the hot cream I shot up her cunt, over and over.
The little bitch wanted me to stay longer, but it was getting dark out and I was afraid her old man would show anytime. Also, I knew I would be in trouble back at the honor farm for being detained as long as I was. Our trips were always well timed beforehand.
I decided to alibi that the truck had broken down. If I had only known the news waiting for me back at the farm I might've pushed the sexy bitch to one side and headed back earlier!
Fate was about to deal me a winning hand!
CHAPTER SEVEN
When I got back to the farm, they hustled my ass off that truck and into an official limousine that took me right back to the city. Everything was happening so goddamned fast, I hardly had time to get my bearings, but it all added up to one thing ... Freedom!
Yep. I was finally given my release. Because of Nina's testimony I was not only turned loose, but the entire arrest, trial and conviction was expunged from the public record, thus returning to me all my former rights as a citizen. In other words, I no longer was saddled with a criminal record of any kind.
It had all been a bitter and humiliating experience for me, but one good thing did come out of it. Nina's gangster friend was convicted along with a complete exposure of his political connections.
As for me, I only wanted to put the whole ugly mess out of my mind, so I went to Acapulco, Mexico, and got myself a job as lifeguard on the beach. I had missed the sun and sand and water while I was in stir and now I wanted to get my fill.
My uniform for the new job consisted of a single pair of skintight, white nylon briefs that was supposed to be a bathing suit. Frankly, it looked more like French underwear than swimming trunks, but I was game to wear them.
I soon discovered the reason for my sexy attire. Acapulco was swarming with lonely female tourists looking for some masculine action ... the kind of masculine action I had in great abundance in the front of my tight trunks. The broads were very open in their interested appraisal of my considerable bulge.
To give 'em all a better view, I sat slouched out on the lifeguard stand with my pelvis thrust outward and forward. In a very short time I became one of the must-see attractions of the Acapulco scene. Even a lot of men were giving my long cock the onceover, either out of curiosity, or whatever else was on their mind.
Again, my life and my career were being engulfed in a web of sexual adventures. Naturally I wasn't going to sit there day after day looking at all that prime pussy without doing something about it. So each evening, either in a crisp, clean hotel bed, or, out in some dark, secluded sandy cove, I was busily pumping my prick into some gal's cunt.
One day, however, I got fucked while on duty. A very tricky gal with an equally tricky twat maneuvered me into that position.
It happened about a half hour after I had gone on duty in the morning. The beach was virtually deserted. Most swimmers came out later in the day.
I saw this stacked brunette heading for the surf. She steps in gingerly like the water's too cold. Then she wades out a bit further. Next thing I know, she's out a good distance and yelling her ass off for help.
I hop off the stand and into the water and swim as fast as I can go. I'm pretty fast in the water, so I get out to her in record time.
But when I do, I see she's standing on the bottom ... the fucking water isn't even over her head!
"Lady, why the hell were you calling for help?" I asked irritatedly.
"Because I need your services very much," she said, splashing water around her shoulders playfully.
"You don't look like you're drowning to me," I shot back.
"Who said anything about drowning?" she asked coyly.
"Well what the hell else would you call a lifeguard for?"
"I'm burning up," she said. "Feel here. I've got a fire down here between my legs."
And saying that, she grabs my hand and puts it smack on top of her pussy under the surface. That bitch was naked! She had removed her bathing suit and had it tied around her ankles.
"Christ Almighty!" I bitched. "Did you get me out here just to play with your goddamn cunt!"
"I'm not playing games, buster," she remarked in a newer, and tough-as-nails voice. "I want to get some of that top grade meat you keep on display. Why don't you slip those trunks off and have a little fun?"
While she was talking, she had her hand all over the front of my suit, giving me a wild and wooly hard on. Before I had a chance to answer her, she was peeling my trunks down off my hips and ass ... until it had slipped down to my ankles.
What the hell, I thought. At that moment I would've fucked anybody or anything. I was that hot to trot. My cock was sticking out in front of me like an oar. That hot-assed bitch had me so worked up with her feather light fingers under my balls and over my ass, that I had to do something.
I looked around. There was no one in the water even near us. The few people on the beach seemed to be occupied with other matters. Since the coast was so obviously clear, I figured I might as well tear off a quick piece of ass under water for a change.
The broad, who said her name was Lois, was already busy rubbing her naked body against mine. Her big tits felt slick and slippery from the water. I diddled her twat and ran my hands all over her soft, wet ass. It really felt great, having the water run over and in between our bodies as we made love. But I knew I'd better be getting back to my lifeguard stand soon, so I decided to throw her a good, solid, hit and run fuck!
I spread my palms under her ass cheeks and lifted her into a good position in front of me. She wrapped her legs around my waist in a way that put her pussy right in line of my big, stiff dick. Slowly I eased my rod into her, pushing my own ass forward for better thrust, while she manipulated her own red hot ass farther onto my swollen shaft.
Fortunately, the water kept her buoyant so that I was able to fuck her steadily without losing my balance.
"Oooh! I could ride on your joystick all day!" Lois shouted.
The way she kept bouncing up and down my rigid tool I didn't know for sure whether I was fucking her, or she was fucking me!
"Take it easy, you cock-hungry bitch!" I scolded her, "or you'll make us lose the connection."
"Oh no, lover," she said breathily, "we can't lose the connection!" As she spoke, she pulled herself up tight against me, causing my cock to drive clear up her cunt to the base of my huge root. The restless water, being stirred harder by our bodies thrashing, kept slapping my balls up against her asshole.
Because of a big sex session the night previous, I was fast running out of steam, but Lois hung on and held me in her leg grip until I had let loose a torrent of hot come that must've shot clean up to her goddamned throat. The crazy bitch nearly cut me in half with those flailing legs when she experienced three or four orgasms herself.
When I was finished fucking, I told her I had to get back on duty or lose my job. A moment of panic struck me when I realized that my trunks were no longer around my ankles. They had slipped off and had drifted away in the current.
I prevailed on Lois to go on shore and get ahold of a pair of trunks for me. She finally did just that ... only after I made her a promise that I would meet her in her hotel room after I got off duty.
At first I was tempted to tell her to go fuck herself. I didn't like being tricked into anything ... not after my jail experience, which taught me that a guy's gotta look out for himself at all times ... or wind up impaled on the shaft.
Anyway, the "trunks" that Lois brought out to me was the bottom half of one of her bikinis! I groaned when I looked at it. Fortunately, small as it was, it was of stretchable material. With all that I had to put into it, it was stretched to the limit. When I came out of the water to walk up the beach to the locker room, the few spectators around really got an eyeful. I call it the half-ass suit, since it only covered about half the crack of my ass. In front, my balls and a lot of my cock were inside, but the thick root of my dong in the curly patch of pubic hair was visible over the top of the dinky suit.
Some folks probably thought I was wearing some new, daring french style bathing suit ... with a plunging navel!
I changed into another suit from the lifeguard's private locker that was similar to the one I had lost in the water. Then I returned to duty on the lifeguard stand and had a boring day for the most part, except for one other incident that took place right where I sat on lookout.
A middle-aged man in a brief bikini came up to my stand and leaned on the side, talking to me. He had a vague European accent. No one else was in earshot ... which was just as well.
"How would you like to make a thousand dollars?" was his opening line.
"Who do I have to kill?" I asked, incredulously.
"Me. With love," he smiled, mischievously.
"Are you pulling my leg, buddy?" I asked, not quite sure how to take him.
"I'd love to pull your middle one," he giggled like a school girl.
"Look," I said, "if you're a queer, get lost.
I got more than enough females to take care of me."
His face turned serious as he followed up his original proposition to me.
"Yes, I'm a homosexual, but I meant it about paying you a thousand dollars. I would love to have sex with you, but I certainly wouldn't try to force it. All you have to do to earn the money is pose naked for some art pictures I want to take. I'm a professional photographer."
He seemed sincere, but I was still a little leery of the idea.
"What makes you think a picture of my dick is worth a grand?"
"Well, I don't just want your dick." I think he blushed as he said it. "I want all of you ... front and rear. However, as for your dick, that bulge is good enough for me."
"You gonna publish these pictures?"
"Of course. But only in European magazines. There won't be any released in the United States. I contribute to nudist and muscle building publications in Denmark and Sweden."
"A thousand bucks, eh? Just for dropping my trunks while you snap a few fast pics. When and where?"
He gave me his hotel address and I agreed to meet him the next afternoon, since I was already tied up that evening with a cunt named Lois, who liked getting fucked in the water.
His name was George and he'd promised me a grand just for posing naked. Why not? Movie stars did it all the time and no one thought anything about it. Why shouldn't I pick up a little easy bread for showing my bare ass? The remainder of the afternoon I made plans in my head for how I'd spend that thousand.
My promise to meet Lois was made under duress in the water, so I didn't feel obligated to keep it. However, I was going to fuck some broad that night, so ... why not Lois?
After work I washed and dressed and went to Lois' room with every intention of taking her out to dinner. What I hadn't counted on were Lois' intentions.
She was expecting me and when I knocked, she answered the door stark, jaybird, stitchless, bare-ass naked!
"Aren't you getting dressed for dinner?" I asked drily.
"No, I'd rather eat in," she said, grabbing my fly.
Sex is fabulous, but I need food to keep me going, so I asked again, "Don't you want a little nourishment in you before we continue the games?"
"I can subsist for days on nothing but raw meat," she said suggestively, sliding her hand inside my zipper.
Once she pulled my cock out and began playing with it, there was no reason to go on with my stupid questions. The only food her mouth was watering for was what she held in her hand. By that time, of course, my cock had grown long and hard from her fondling of it. She continued to caress it with long strokes as if she were jerking me off. The head of it had grown big as a doorknob and the entire shaft was throbbing with heated desire.
So ... still standing just inside her door way, Lois pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles and got down on her knees in front of me. She moved her face to the head of my bobbing dick and opened her mouth wide in order to get her jaws around the reddish knob with the little piss hole slit in the center.
Lois worked her tongue and lips expertly up and down the sleek ivory column as her hands stroked my legs and ass. I stood there, forgetting about dinner, about food, about anything but the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of getting my dong sucked off by a real pro!
When I announced to her that I was ready to come, she pulled her mouth off my cock and I was afraid she would let me shoot the whole load out on the floor. But it was only temporary ... and quick. As she fastened her lips again around my pulsating prick and sucked the jism right out of me. She extracted all the hot, creamy liquid my nuts could muster. When she finally removed her mouth, my dick was slick and clean of any lingering semen.
It had been one hell of a blow job and my knees buckled under me, so I had to take a seat and regain my composure.
"You sure know how to welcome a guy," I chuckled as I sat on the sofa.
"I love dicks," she said. "Men have dicks, so I love men. It's as simple as that. And I love you because you're a big man with a great big dick!"
"I see," I said, with a mock pout on my face. "You only like me because of the size of my cock."
Lois sat next to me and patted my face affectionately.
"No, no, my love. You're very nice. Let's just say the size of your love tool makes you that much nicer."
She tenderly petted my limp hanging cock as she talked. Then she got to her knees again and removed my shoes and socks. I helped her as she took off all of my clothes till I was just as balls-ass nude as she was.
I was constantly discovering that there was practically no limitation on how many times a guy could come in one day. As long as there was someone around to jerk you off, suck you off, or fuck you off, your nuts could keep belching up the love cream.
My dick was again getting that tingly feeling as I sat next to a very naked Lois and looked at those snowy-soft tits of hers, and that stacked, nude female torso. She took one of my hands and put it on her tit. I fingered the hard-tipped nipple and squeezed the lush, creamy full roundness of the big tit.
Between Lois' thighs, the thick patch of cunt hair was wet with her pussy juices flowing, so I inserted my fuck finger and tickled the hell out of her hot clitoris.
Fucking that hot-assed broad in water had been fun, but fucking her on dry land was going to be even better. I just pulled her ass off the couch, down onto the thickly-piled rug and spread her goddamned legs just as far apart as I could spread them. I moved over on top of her with my knees in between her spread-eagled thighs. The sight of that juicy twat waiting there to be speared by my dong, made my cock lengthen out and harden like a fucking steel pipe!
"Are you gonna shove that whole thing in me?" Lois asked, as she ran her fingers lovingly up and down my rigid shaft.
"Every goddamned inch of it, baby!"
"Well then, go, man, go! I can't wait to wrap myself around all of it."
She pulled the head of my dick to the opening of her vulva lips ... and I took over from there as I entered her cunt with a quick jab. True to my word, I plowed inward until I had my dong wedged inside her pussy clear up to my hairy nuts!
Then came the best part. She was well lubricated and extra well experienced, so she was an easy fuck. Her pumping ass was rotating just as fast and just as hard as mine was. I kept up a steady motion of sliding my long prick in and out ... in and out. Just as I was about to come, Lois began to orgasm herself. Suddenly my cock erupted like an oil well inside her juicy pussy and all hell broke loose. Both our bare asses were bucking like mad as we came with tornado intensity.
Honest to Christ, I don't know how the fuck I did it. That sexy-ass bitch had just given me a ball-busting blow job that seemed to have drained my nuts dry ... and now here I was shooting what seemed to be a gallon of hot cream up her love tunnel. I don't know whether size has anything to do with it or not. I've got pretty big balls, but that only figures since I've got such a huge dong. Whatever it is, my magic nuts seem to be capable of manufacturing that hot cream in endless supply.
As for Lois, I thought her goddamned insides would be sloshing from all the come I'd just unloaded into her. Some broads are only happy when their itchy pussy is being scratched by a guy's stiff prong ... and Lois was that kind of broad. She wasn't about to settle for one fuck if she could get two or three or more out of me.
I ate no supper that evening. Instead, I stayed in Lois' room and fucked from one room to another ... in the mouth, in the ass, and up her twat. She took turns eating my dick, licking my asshole, and swallowing my entire rod with every opening on her body.
When I got back to my own room, in my own bed in the wee hours of the morning, I slept like a goddamned corpse!
On lifeguard duty the next day, George dropped by briefly to remind me that I had a date to pose for him that evening. I was looking forward to it. After Lois' hot ass, I needed a good rest. Standing there naked in front of a camera would be easy after the workout my ass had had the night before.
Up in George's hotel room that night, I discovered that the job wasn't going to be as easy as I had imagined. For one thing, to earn that thousand bucks, I had to pose for an awful lot of pictures. And it wasn't all just a matter of standing there bare-ass.
George had a variety of brief articles he wanted me to pose in first. He offered me the privacy of another room to change my clothes, but I thought that was silly. After all, he was going to see me nude anyway when he photographed me sans everything. So I stripped down to the skin right in front of him and I was amused to see how his eyes bugged out when he saw the big bulge he had admired, come alive in the living, naked, glorious flesh.
I'll say one thing for George ... though his mouth was watering, he kept his word and didn't try any monkey business as I posed.
First he shot pictures of me in some formfitting jockey shorts. Then I posed in several pairs of male swimming trunks that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I next wore a tight jock strap for some front and rear poses.
For the totally nude shots, George had me rub my body all over with a thin oil that brought out all the muscular highlights of my magnificent physique.
George was quite inventive with my nude poses and not at all like I had expected. It had been my belief that he would simply stand me in the lights in front of the camera and go ahead and shoot. But it was more than that. After the standard stand up poses, he had me lay down on the bed for some very interesting angle shots.
One had me on my back with the camera between my widespread legs, just inches from my balls, for a tight close-up of my yawning crotch. Then between my legs as I lay on my stomach. Legs together, legs spread, ass up, ass down, all in a variety of gymnastic poses that prominently featured my bare ass, or my conspicuous dick and balls.
Though George had said the photos were for nudist and muscle building publications, I knew that the whole purpose of the intricately posed shots was to sexually excite whoever drooled over them.
Toward the end of the posing session, the business of pushing my naked crotch into the camera lens for more and more provocative shots was having its sensual effect on me. To put it very bluntly, I grew a wickedly big hard on that refused to go down.
George gleefully photographed me in my excited state ... for his private collection, I assumed. He took pictures of my big hard on from every possible angle, and I was feeling very horny as I waved it in his leering face.
"I want to get to bed early tonight and I don't have time to go out looking for some cunt, so it looks like you're gonna have to take care of this for me," I said to George.
It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He put down his camera and crawled on the bed between my long, strong, sinewy legs. I lay back in blissful comfort as his moist, hot lips closed over and around my burning prick. With all the mastery of the Continental cocksucker that he was, George sucked my dong with a talented tongue and suctioning lips until I filled his face cavities with a barrage of jetting spurts of hot cream.
He swallowed all I shot into his mouth gratefully.
Afterwards, I was glad I had slipped George the generous helping of stiff prick, because he paid me an additional five hundred dollars along with the agreed thousand. The extra fee, he explained, was for my giving him the honor of sucking the biggest and most beautiful cock in the world.
That compliment really thrilled me, because I figured if anybody had made a survey of the various cocks across the globe, George certainly had. He had sucked the cocks of handsome young men all over the world ... but he had pronounced mine the biggest and the best. Something I already strongly suspected, but was glad to have confirmed!
I took my leave of George, and with my new bankroll, I quit my lifeguard job and took my leave of Acapulco. Then I headed back to the States with a certain course of action in mind!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I arrived in town close to midnight. Everything was just as deathly still and quiet as I remembered it last time. I looked down the empty main street and reminisced about my previous visit.
That visit had come about when I was traveling around the country as a pro football player. We went through this small, quiet, midwestern town to get to the stadium. I thought the place was beautiful ... one of the most perfect little towns I had ever seen. But it had an even better attraction.
A girl named Patsy Jones had come to the game and got my autograph afterwards. She wasn't just another pretty girl. She had a sensational figure and a perfect face. Just looking at her was enough to give me a frantic hard on. I wanted to fuck that girl with every bone in my body. I was sure I could do it too, though some town boys told me she was untouchable.
As luck would have it, the team had to leave that area before I ever got the chance to find out if I could score with Patsy. To myself, I swore that I would return someday and get in her pants one way or another. I just had to have some of that perfect cunt to add to my trophy list.
Now, as I looked down that almost deserted street, all I could see was the approaching police car. Small town cops aren't too partial to strangers as a rule, but fortunately this cop remembered me from my ball playing days.
He not only welcomed me back to town, he filled me in on some interesting details. He let me get in the patrol car and ride around with him as we talked.
"How come you gave up pro football, Hardy? You coulda been one of the best quarterbacks of all time." He, like many others, were amazed that I had abandoned such a promising athletic career.
"It's hard to explain," I answered. "Just one of those things that happens. First, I had to go into the Marines and after that, well ... I just lost interest. I've been keeping busy other ways. Tell me, has the town grown much since I was here last?"
"Hell, no. Just about the same-give or take a few," said Al, the cop.
"Much pussy around, Al?"
"Lean pickings, buddy. Most of the cunt is married. There's some new stuff coming out of the high school every year, though. I got my eye on one gal in the tenth grade. Man! What a set of tits on that kid! She looks like she can be had too."
"That's a bad scene," I told Al. "High school kids are too young. If you don't look out the cops'll be after you." Then we both laughed at the irony of it.
"I don't know about you, Hardy," spoke Al, who was about thirty, "but every year I go for younger and younger cunt. When I'm on the day shift, I park by the school as the kids come out and I sit there with a murderous hard on, dreaming about fucking some of that young snatch. I'd give my left nut to be cut loose in the girl's locker room."
Though he was a policeman, Al was a man obviously bent on getting into real trouble one day. But that was his problem, not mine. I did wonder, though, what the mothers and fathers of the community would think if they knew the thoughts on the mind of the cop who was "protecting" their children.
My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness inside the prowl car, and sitting next to Al I could see that he had gotten a wicked hard on from talking about the girls. He kept playing with the gross bulge in the uniform pants.
"Jesus Christ, Al. You've got a fucking crowbar there between your legs. Do you get hard ons like that very often while you're out on duty?
"Every night," he assured me. "What the hell do you do about it?" I was interested.
"Oh ... sooner or later some drunken cunt comes out of a bar late. I pick her up and drive out to the woods and fuck the shit out of her and then bring her back into town. If I don't find a cunt, I grab any queer I see on the prowl and make 'em go down on me. That's one thing about this badge and uniform, you can get all the sex you want."
"Yeh, but isn't there a chance of getting into trouble that way?" I asked.
"What trouble?" he scoffed. "Queers ain't gonna report nobody. And the broads are too tanked to care. You just gotta go about it in the right way. With the fags, I pick 'em up for questioning and then drive to some deserted spot. I open my pants and sit there with a tremendous hard on, not saying anything. They take it from there. With the cunts, I offer to give them a lift home. When they get in the car I start talking dirty. If they object, I shut up and take 'em straight home. But nine times out of ten, the broad is over here grabbing my fly. Hell, man, why do you think they're out getting loaded? Cause they're lonely and hungry for cock. I got me two or three cunts in town I service regular now. Yeh, they all love Al's big cock," he said, rubbing his crotch obscenely.
I was a bit bored hearing about Al's big cock ... I was more interested in Randy Hardy's big cock. So I got off on another subject for the moment.
"Whatever happened to little Patsy Jones?" I asked, out of the blue.
"You mean the iron virgin," stated Al.
"Yeah ... that's what they called her then," I said.
"That's what they still call her. She's still around, and as far as I know she still hasn't put out for anybody. The local boys have given up trying. She's one beautiful bitch, but she must be frigid. You had your eye on that stuff, didn't you, Hardy?"
"I sure did. In fact, she's the reason I returned. I made a promise to myself that I was gonna get some of that someday. My cock gets to itching just thinking about her. She looks like she could throw a guy a royal fuck and then some."
"I know well what you mean," said Al, scratching his crotch. "But you don't stand a chance. Everybody's tried. She just ain't giving any away."
"Maybe not to you she isn't. Or to these other yokels. But I haven't been up to bat yet. I don't intend to strike out," I said confidently.
Al laughed out loud.
"Hardy ... I'm glad you're in town. It's gonna be fun standing on the sidelines and watching you fan the ball!" he smiled.
I had a reputation as a cocksman to uphold and I didn't intend to disgrace it by failure.
Eventually we got to discussing other matters. Al told me I'd be accepted more readily in town if I worked there rather than just as a visitor. There just happened to be, he explained, an opening on the police force. The more we talked about it, the more interested I became. Al was anxious, because if I came on the force, I would take over the night patrol and he would go back on days. Once again he'd be able to ogle the coeds at the high school and mentally rape them.
I checked in at the local hotel that night, but the next morning I went to the police station about the job and was hired almost immediately. Small towns like that just can't afford to make extensive checks of your background, so I volunteered the information about my stretch in prison. The Chief understood, and since my record had been cleared, he didn't hold it against me. So ... fitted in a cop's blue uniform, I went on duty that same evening. Al had to drive with me in order to check me out on the routine and the streets, but it was a little burg and I caught on to the job right away. The next night I was able to take over on my own.
Wearing a badge, a gun and a uniform does give you a weird sense of power over people, but I tried not to let it go to my head. After all, I was only on the job for a temporary period. I made that fact clear to the Chief, and he was willing to go along with me since he needed a replacement right away.
Night patrol in a small town is pretty dull
... usually. But there are incidents. For instance, I got a call on the radio that a woman was causing a disturbance in a residential neighborhood nearby. I went to check it out and sure enough there she was. A broad in her early thirties, drunk and yelling obscenities in front of a darkened house. In fact there were no lights on in any of the neighboring houses, though I knew the people were up and peering through their curtains.
I had to struggle with the bitch, but I finally got her into the patrol car while she called me every kind of dirty name. As I started to drive toward the station, she quieted down and didn't give me a hard time. She looked sad and forlorn.
"What the hell was that little episode all about?" I asked her.
"My bastard of an ex-husband. He lives there with his girl friend. The son of a bitch owes me money and I need it. Tonight I was drinking and I guess I got a little carried away."
"Oh lady, you got a lot carried away I'd say. You must really hate that man," I said.
"Not really," she said wistfully. "I still love the bastard! Guess I was just feeling sorry for myself."
I could tell that the effect of the alcohol was wearing off. She wasn't completely sober, but neither was she fighting drunk anymore.
"We all got problems sometime or other. I guess it is easy to blow off steam once in awhile. Tell you what ... you promise not to go back there and I'll just forget the whole thing. Is it a deal?"
"Oh, yes," she said, and I could detect the note of gratefulness in her voice.
I drove her to the street address where she said she lived and I parked the car waiting for her to get out. She didn't say anything and she didn't move.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Did you ever get a feeling down here that you just have to do something about? I mean, like ... right now?" As she said that, her hand went down and covered her twat through the thin material of her housedress.
It was an old story to me ... another broad who needed a hunk of hard sausage up her cunt, cause she hadn't had a man for much too long. My sausage was getting hard right then, which she could see as it snaked out along my pants leg.
"Let's go in the house," I suggested.
"No, we can't," she said. "The kids might be awake."
Kids! I might've guessed. Oh well ... I was a motherfucker from way, way back. I drove off to one of the secluded areas that Al had shown me the night before. I didn't think I would be using it so soon.
While we were driving there, the little mother practically tore my cock out of my pants as she got so worked up playing with it. She had undressed herself and had most of my clothes off, or nearly so, by the time we parked.
"Do you dig cops, or just cocks?" I asked her.
"I dig cops ... if they look like you. As for cocks, well, I think every woman needs those."
"Okay, baby, spread those legs and open that cunt wide, because I'm about to give you enough cock to last you for six months!"
My orders were unnecessary, as her legs were already parted widely and her pussy was ripe, hot, wet and ready!
Her sigh of instant relief was audible as I pumped about a third of my throbbing prick into her red hot pussy. She really had needed one of my special meat injections.
I gave that bitch a ride like she never had before ... I deliberately plunged my full stiff cock into her and then fucked her on that back seat until the seat springs, and the bitch, were both crying for mercy. After a few days without nookie, I was feeling very good and raring to fuck. So I creamed that frustrated divorcee's pussy a good seven times before I drove her back home that night.
During the following working nights, I found that there was virtually no end to the number of human receptacles in which I could empty my nuts. I didn't have to look for them; they managed to find me in one way or another.
Every drunken cunt I picked up just naturally went for my zipper. A night didn't pass by without my getting a blow job or a sweet piece of ass.
One thing I didn't bother with was the homo crowd. There was too much loose pussy around to resort to the gay boys. However, sometimes things turn out differently than you expect.
Like the night I saw this young guy staggering along the main thoroughfare. He was as drunk as a coot. I pulled over to the curb and told him to get in. He lurched into the seat beside me and mumbled his address when I asked for it. Though he was loaded to the gills, he began to talk rather clearly.
"You're new on the force, aren't you?" he asked me.
"Yep."
"That uniform fits you very nicely."
I looked over at him to see if he was putting me on, then as he smiled, I realized that he was a juiced-up homo.
"Yeah," I said. "It fits pretty good. A little tight in the crotch, though."
After I said it, I realized the meaning he would take from my words. I really hadn't meant them to be an invitation to inspect my crotch ... I had made the same remark to everyone who had talked to me about the fit of my uniform. But now the words had been spoken and he was wistfully gazing at my amplypacked crotch, as the blood began rushing to my cock, lengthening it rapidly.
What happened next was to be expected, I suppose. He put his hand boldly in my lap to play with me. My first impulse was to slap his hand away, but then I thought better of it. The guy was drunk and hungry for some raw meat. I don't feel that I have to feed every stray cocksucker that comes along, but I was feeling in one of my generous moods. Especially since my prick was rigid-hard as marble and jumping with hot desire for the caress of a liquid tongue.
I parked the car on a pitch-dark street and opened my pants so that the queer could fill his mouth with my cock. He eagerly ate every one of those long, stiff inches ... slobbering greedily up and down the towering shaft with his suctioning lips. The poor son of a bitch nearly choked as I shoved it farther down his cocksucking throat.
Sucking cocks was his bag and I had to admit he was good at it. He knew just how to wrap that wet tongue of his around my. throbbing prick ... and how to stroke it teasingly along my quivering dong. His moving lips were moist, warm and velvety on the sensitive surface of my flaming hard on.
The bastard sucked maniacally as I came, gushing and squirting a load of hot cream into his mouth!
Then I drove him to his apartment. He invited me in for a drink of water, which I accepted, but he didn't let me get away until he had blown me a second time. Second helpings always taste better, he said. So I let him gorge himself on the food he enjoyed most.
And that was about the extent of my nightly activities on the police force. I arrested very few people ... and then, only when they left me no other choice.
All the time, however, I kept in mind my main mission in town. The seduction and deflowering of Patsy Jones ... the most beautiful cunt in the world. For my money!
I finally got started on that mission one night as I patrolled the downtown streets. The movie houses were just letting out after the late show, so I watched the various people going their individual ways.
She caught my eye almost immediately. Patsy Jones ... and she was obviously by herself. I knew she lived a good distance from the center of town and I wondered how she planned to get back home. So I pulled up alongside her and greeted her.
"Hi. Remember me?"
She was hesitant at first, having a car pull up next to her, but when she saw it was the police car, she came over to the open window.
"Hi yourself. Oh ... say ... aren't you Randy Hardy?"
"In the flesh, and not a moving picture."
"Well what in the world are you doing here? And in a cop's uniform at that. I thought you were a football player?"
"It's a long story. Get in and I'll tell you about it."
So Patsy climbed in the patrol car and rode around with me as we had a long, long conversation. Naturally I didn't tell her the real reason I was back in town was solely to pry her lovely legs apart and plant my redwood-sized cock up her virgin twat!
We had a very friendly conversation. It turned out that she had missed her bus and was going to have to walk all the way home. I drove her home and as she got out of the car, she surprised me completely by planting a little kiss on my cheek.
After that night, she was at the movies almost nightly, and I would always pick her up and drive her home. But only after we had stopped for a cup of coffee and had a long conversation.
"You know, Patsy, I would ask you out on a date, but this night work kills that chance. As far as I'm concerned though, meeting you like this each night after the movies is like a date to me," I told her.
"I don't mind," she explained. "I enjoy the ride home in the patrol car. It gives the neighbors something to gossip about."
"Why don't we make it a nightly thing then?"
She agreed.
And that's how it went for the next couple of weeks. Either she came in town to the movies or library, and I would drive her back home.
Until one night. I had been missing out on a lot of nookie because of devoting my time to Patsy. My nuts were beginning to ache and I was getting anxious to see if old iron pants would actually come across. So when I picked her up that fateful evening, I drove out of town to the darkest and most secluded spot I could find.
We necked a little, as we had been doing for several nights running. But tired of polite kisses, I pried her lips open and thrust my tongue in between her teeth and explored the inside of her mouth. To my utter surprise, she reciprocated by sending her tongue darting into my mouth ... hot and searching.
Encouraged by this action, I began to feel her up a bit more daringly than I had been doing. I put my hands on her tits and squeezed ... then I ran my palm up her leg until it was at the rim of her panties. Inserting my fingers, I fondled and played with her pussy. She didn't make a move to stop me.
Was this the iron virgin I was getting so bold with? But though I was puzzled, I wasn't going to waste precious time with stupid questions that could wait until later.
I took advantage of Patsy's vulnerability to place one of her hands on the growing bulge behind my zipper. Instead of pulling away in disgust, she groped my crotch with interest, feeling the length of my cock and cupping my balls.
Recovering from my surprise, I relaxed and artfully began the removal of Patsy's clothes ... article by article. Her dress was a trifle awkward, but her bra and panties were easy as she helped me get them off. When she was totally naked, I buried my face against those perfect tits ... so white and soft ... topped by reddish-brown cherry tips. I nearly gagged in my haste as I stuffed first one beautiful tit and then the other into my mouth. I bit the nipples which had grown hard and were sticking outright.
In between the perfectly formed legs was the most gorgeous bush of cunt hair I had ever seen. I moved my mouth down there and tongued her twat until she was screaming with joy!
Turning her over, I licked her smooth, downy asshole and filled my mouth with chunks of her soft ass cheeks. Then I slowly moved my tongue and lips over her entire body, giving her a hot tongue bath that had her squirming for more.
Somehow I managed to get out of my own duds and then I got up against her as close as possible so that our naked bodies were touching all over.
Obviously Patsy liked my body too, since she ran her tiny hands all over my muscular frame and kissed even the most intimate parts of my anatomy. Including my cock, which was standing up like a giant totem pole!
Getting the huge head of my dick in her cunt was a delicate problem. First I had to break the maidenhead ... because she really was a virgin. I took great care to be tender as I did it. Finally I got the head inside her pussy lips, but it was a tight squeeze. Then I pulled back out and asked Patsy to suck my cock in order to lubricate it for easier entrance.
Without the slightest hesitation she closed her lips around the tall shaft and put plenty of saliva on it.
Thus prepared, I again aimed it at the parted hairs of her pussy and drove in. The tunnel of her cunt was very tight and I had to plow inward with slow, determined strokes. But gradually, with her assistance as her ass began to grind in heat, I drove my whole dong in ... up to my balls. Patsy began pumping her ass upwards, against my downward strokes ... so that we were fucking with fury! Her legs pulled my ass inward whenever I pulled outward. By now, her cunt walls had adjusted to the enormous size of my prick and I was able to fuck her with complete abandonment. I drove that stiff motherfucker up her twat with gusto until tears were coming out of her eyes. Tears of sheer joy!
Then I came. I hadn't come in a couple of weeks, so I unleashed a barrage of hot cream up her hole that rivaled Niagra Falls in volume and intensity!
She rewarded me by orgasming in a frantic fit of ecstasy.
When it was over, we rested silently and then I threw her two more hurricane-force fucks ... which she loved.
Before I took her home that night, I couldn't resist asking her about her virginity and why she had held out from the town boys so long ... only to give in to me so easily.
"If you had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I'd have had to say I didn't know," said Patsy. "I guess maybe none of the boys went about it right. I don't know for sure. I do know that when I met you again, it was bound to happen sooner or later. And the funny thing is, I wanted it to. Very much so. I just couldn't resist you."
"You're not talking about love, I hope," I asked, wary that she might be getting serious.
"Oh, no. Not love. Just physical attraction. I was worried about trying sex, but I couldn't resist your body. I'll tell you a secret. When I met you at that football game, I knew then that if I ever gave in, it would have to be with you, or someone just like you. Now that you've helped me over the hurdle, I think I'll be able to accept sexual relations with other men as well. My fear and revulsion is gone."
That really knocked me on my ass! Here I had been planning and plotting to get in her drawers ... and all the time she was aching for me to climb into them! Anyway, it had turned out just as I had hoped it would.
Patsy Jones had at last experienced a really satisfying fuck ... and I had fulfilled my dream of fucking the most perfectly stacked female in the world.
"What," I asked myself aloud, "could possibly come next?"
CHAPTER NINE
After my success in fucking Patsy Jones, life in that two-bit burg began to get rather monotonous. I wanted to go on to something else, but I wasn't sure just what. During the hours that I had off from work in the daytime, I pitched on the local baseball team ... just to keep in good physical shape.
My pitching, like most of my physical accomplishments, wasn't just good, it was great! I more or less took that fact for granted until one day a scout for a major league team just happened to be in the area and caught our big game. When it was over, he asked me if I was interested in signing to play pro baseball.
"You bet your sweet, rosy red ass!" was my immediate reply.
He set the wheels in motion and within three weeks I was in a major league uniform, as a starting pitcher, no less. Normally I wouldn't have gotten into the lineup so soon, but the one thing they needed desperately was a good pitcher ... and I filled that bill exactly.
So once again I was on the road traveling ... but in a new and different uniform. Though there was a difference in the uniform, I found one thing never changed. I was up to my ass in cunt. The broads really dig athletes. Any guy who wears a jock strap and does physical things with his hard and muscular body is catnip to females!
It was our usual custom to show up at the clubhouse an hour or two before gametime. Be cause of the hot weather we sat around in nothing but our jock straps and shower clogs, shooting the shit.
Baseball players, like all other athletes, in fact, like all other men, love to talk about pussy. As usual, my related exploits in the bedroom raised a few eyebrows. Some of the guys didn't believe all the stories I told. Others were just amazed at my experiences. But one thing I talked about, nobody could deny ... the superior size of my dong. In the shower, the other players ogled it enviously. And some of them were pretty well-hung studs themselves!
I didn't plan it that way, but something happened one day to prove to them that I wasn't just a crock of bullshit. It was slightly similar to my sex-in-the-locker-room experience on the football team ... with a distinct variation.
Peg was a cute little blonde bundle of fluff who caught me after a game and got my autograph. I was surrounded by chicks at the time, so I only gave her a passing glance. That passing glance told me that she had a sweet pair of knockers under her tight sweater.
We had three more games in that particular town ... and one evening I get a telephone call at the hotel. It's Peg, she told me. She wanted to meet with me and talk, but I was tied up that night, so I agreed to meet with her early the next day at the clubhouse on the field. I figured that would give us at least a good hour to chat before the other players arrived to get ready for the game.
I was there on time, but the broad showed a half hour late. Since I had gone on in the clubhouse and stretched out on a locker bench to rest my eyes, I left the door unlocked so Peg could walk on in. When she came strolling toward me between the row of wire cages that served as player dressing rooms I knew she had more on her female mind than talk. She had that "take off your pants man, and let's fuck!" look in her smiling eyes.
I'm not exactly a fool ... I knew she probably had something like this in mind when she asked for the meeting ... but I always let the broad initiate it if I'm in strange surroundings. That way you don't have to worry about some mixed-up doll yelling rape as soon as you stick a couple of fuck fingers under the elastic of her panties.
Peg didn't mince her words. She gave it to me straight.
"You may think I'm nothing but a whore, Randy Hardy, but I want you to fuck me. I'm nuts about baseball players. When I see one of them standing up there with that big bat, it reminds me of a big dick they're holding."
"I'm not much of a batter," I cracked. "I'm a pitcher. I'm pretty good at handling the ball."
"I'd like to handle your balls," she returned. "And when you're up there to pitch and your uniform pants are pulled tight, I've noticed that big bulge. My curiosity wants to know if that bulge is all that it promises to be."
This kid really laid her cards on the table. She was hot for my body and wanted to get fucked. I was only too anxious to prove to her that the bulge she detected was all that it promised.
Deliberately, I undressed right there in front of her, being careful to hang all my clothes in my locker. I kicked off my loafers and pulled off my socks. Then I unbut toned my sports shirt and put it on a hanger. My tee shirt came off next, and onto a hook. Her eyes were fixed upon me intently as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks. As I usually did, I slipped them off and folded them over a wooden hanger.
I was almost naked ... save for my nylon jockey shorts. The burstingly full pouch brought a light to Peg's eyes. Slowly, like a strip teaser, I peeled the elastic band downward ... over my hips ... and finally, down my legs and kicked them aside.
Peg didn't have to guess anymore. The proof was there, in the naked flesh, staring her in the face.
My little act of exhibitionism had greatly excited me and I had achieved a roaring hard on!
"My god!" gasped Peg. "It's beautiful. And so big! So very big!"
"That's pretty obvious," I said. "I've been told that it's possibly the biggest in the world. Of course there are no statistics to back that up in the record books. I have to rely on word of mouth. But some very reliable cock fanciers have assured me that I take first prize between the legs."
"I can believe that," agreed Peg, as she ran her hands over the length of my awesome
"Some gals are afraid of the size. Think you can take it, baby?" I asked.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she insisted. "It's beyond my wildest dreams. I must have it ... all of it!"
Being a kindhearted man, I wasn't about to deprive that poor child of the thing she had dreamed of all her life. So I proceeded to undress her, with a little assistance on the trickier items of her underthings.
When she was stripped bare-ass as I was, we both began to get physical in our actions. I started off by planting both my palms over those two big tits of hers. They were spongy and smooth to the touch. The nipples got hard right away and I tweaked them with my thumb and forefinger. I pressed closer to her and began sucking her tits while she was having a ball running her exploring fingers all over my naked torso.
She kept feeling the muscled cheeks of my ass and cupping my balls carefully, as if they might explode. I had every intention of exploding them at the right moment.
That moment wasn't long in coming, but it didn't come in the clubhouse. She had some crazy idea about getting fucked at home plate on the playing field. I told her that was too dangerous, as someone might pop in at any time.
"Balls!" was her succinct reply to that.
How can you argue with a naked broad? If she wanted to get her ass fucked on home plate, then by Christ she'd get it fucked on home plate. With a crowd of eighty thousand in the stands watching, for all I cared.
I stuck my head out the clubhouse door'n saw not a soul in sight. So Peg and I traipsed out to the playing diamond in our birthday suits ... as big as life. She planted her ass right smack on home plate.
"Why the fuck does it have to be out here?" I asked.
"Because! This is where the players stand with their big bats in their hands. Before you get down here, stand in the box there with your legs spread, just like you're ready to take your turn at bat."
I felt like a fool but I did it. From her position on the ground she had a bird's eye view of my naked crotch. She was looking right into my dangling balls and my throbbingly erect cock!
After posing like that for a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to get down to the nitty gritty. I swung that bat-like cock of mine into a sure aim for her wet pussy. She had spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers ... waiting for me to sock it to her!
That kooky babe just wrapped her long legs around me and swallowed me clear up to the balls in nothing flat. I rammed that hard on in and out of her pee hole while she lay back and shrieked with utter joy and happiness.
I was supposed to be fucking her, but her ass got so wild that she was giving me a ride. We pushed and pulled, bucked and bent, thrashed and tossed like two maniacs. We were each trying to outfuck the other ... and succeeding!
She started to have a flurry of orgasms that rocked her moving ass all to hell and back. That caused me to shoot my pay load ... and I went off like a cannon in a twenty-one gun salute before I stopped spurting!
Finished, I rolled over next to her ... and that's when I first spotted them. Back next to the dugout ... near the clubhouse ... stood the other baseball players on our team, the players on the opposing team, and the park workers who came in early to prepare the place. All of them watching in total silence ... but smiling widely and winking lewdly at each other.
Well ... I didn't give a shit. I had warned that bitch that we might get caught by somebody. And man, were we caught! By practically everybody!
There was nothing to do but pick up our dusty, sweaty asses and head back into the locker room, amidst the snickers and catcalls. Inside the dressing room I hopped in the shower, but Peg was having fun with some of the players who wanted to get their share. A few of the guys fucked her right next to their lockers and she wound up the orgy by sucking off the rest of the team. Then we dressed the cockcrazy cunt and kicked her ass outside before the manager came along and gave us all hell.
We lost the game that day, but none of us regretted it. Our minds had been on other things than baseball that sultry afternoon. Namely pussy! And my reputation as a cocksman extraordinaire was firmly established with the other members of the team.
That particular incident with Peg led indirectly to another sex scene in the locker room at another time, in another town.
The game was over and we had won. Finally the reporters had cleared out and only us players were left in the locker room. We were all in various stages of undress and we were feeling in a friendly mood. Somebody started telling dirty jokes. Then we were telling about our various sex adventures. Naturally, Peg's name was brought up and we all talked about the good time she had shown us.
With all that sex talk, we were sporting massive hard ons. A couple of guys began prancing around naked, letting their stiff cocks bounce up and down. Pretty soon we were all jaybird naked and playing with our dicks.
The team catcher suggested a jerk off party. He said we would all jerk off in unison ... and the guy who shot his load the farthest, would be declared the winner. Then the first baseman interjected and said we should make it a roundrobin jack off. By that, he meant we should all sit in a circle and jerk off the guy on our right. Some athletes refer to it as a circle jerk.
So I grabbed the third sacker's cock next to me and rubbed it hard. The catcher was busy rubbing mine. We kept up a steady, unending stream of dirty, foul and filthy conversation in order to evoke erotic pictures of naked cunts in our minds as our hands brought friction to our sensitive pricks.
Eventually, we all shot off and I won easily. Nobody made mention of the fact that I had an unfair advantage since my long cock projected out farther than anyone else's. It was all in good, dirty fun and we enjoyed ourselves.
My sex life was never dull while I was a baseball player. I met a couple of fans one day after the game who really surprised me. It was a mother and daughter and they told me they were just wild about baseball. As far as I was concerned, I took that to mean they were wild about baseball players!
The mother invited me to their home for a Sunday dinner. I was to get real home cooking, she promised. Next to sex, I love food the most, so I accepted her offer readily.
There was a game Sunday, so I met Mrs. Martin, or Selma, as she asked me to call her, after the game and accompanied her and her very attractive daughter home. Selma looked to be in her late thirties. Cathy, her daughter, was about nineteen. From a distance they could easily have passed for sisters ... Selma was that young and attractive looking.
We ate a goddamned feast. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, gravy, cornbread sticks and wine. I was so stuffed afterwards that I begged their permission to lie down somewhere and rest. Selma took me to the guest bedroom and told me to be free to make myself at home and not to worry about them.
Left alone in the bedroom, I decided to take my hostess at her word and just relax. I slipped out of my shoes, shirt and pants. All I had on then was my jockey shorts. I lay down on the bed and began to think about Cathy.
I wondered if the mother had any suspicion that I was very much interested in her daughter's sexy body. For that matter, Mom had a pretty crazy body herself. I knew I wasn't brought home just for dinner. And I wasn't put in the bedroom to relax when the living room couch could've served that function.
So I wasn't a bit surprised when a light tap came to the door.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Cathy," was the timid reply.
"What do you want, Cathy?" as if I didn't know.
"Are you decent? May I come in?"
"I've never been accused of being decent yet. And yes, you may come in if the sight of a man in his underwear doesn't offend you."
She came in.
The sight of me in my briefs obviously didn't offend her young eyes at all. She stood there gazing at me, her eyes going up and down the length of my hard, muscular body.
"You have a marvelous physique," she complimented me.
"I try to keep in shape," I said, stretching my arms and legs out and flexing. "You look in pretty good shape yourself."
She was flattered, she said, that a great big strong athlete like me would notice a cute little trick like her. Hah! All she had to do was glance at the rising bulge in the front of my jockey shorts to know that I noticed her all right!
"May I lie down with you?" she asked, as if I would dare say no.
"Sure. Why not get comfortable like me?"
But even ahead of my words she was taking off her dress. She peeled down to her bra and panties and lay down on the bed alongside me. I took notice of her well stacked figure. Her bra cups were generously and fully packed with two of the juiciest tits that had bounced before my eyes in some time. The transparent panties revealed a thick patch of triangular shaped pubic curls covering her teen-age pussy.
Cathy would've had to be blind not to notice the raging hard on that was practically busting out of my briefs!
Once in bed, Cathy said little, preferring to let me take over from that point on. I wondered a moment where her mother was and if there was any danger of her charging in the room crying, "RAPE!" Cathy must've sensed my anxiety and she assured me that everything was perfectly all right.
I French kissed her, shoving my tongue halfway down her throat. She surprised me by thrusting her hot tongue into my mouth with equal ardor. My hands had a field day on her ripe young body as I played bounce with those spongy tits and felt that jello-soft ass of hers.
Cathy was just as interested in me, feeling the bulk of my briefs and slipping her tiny hand in under the elastic band, taking hold of my throbbing cock and pulling it out into the fresh air.
In a matter of seconds, we removed the last restrictive articles of clothing from our respective bodies so that we would both be utterly free and totally naked. Unencumbered by any kind of covering, we pressed our bare flesh together, feet to feet, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, chest to chest, and mouth to mouth.
Locked together in lustful embrace, we rolled across the bed, groping, grabbing and wet-kissing each other. My stiff prick was wedged up flat against her soft belly. Her pussy hairs brushed over my shifting thighs as we grappled playfully.
Almost automatically I got my cock into her cunt and the first fuck was a quick, brief, but utterly enjoyable one. We both came at once, and as the dam burst, we both wallowed in a torrential outpouring of love juices.
No sooner had our bodies parted than her mother, Selma, came into the bedroom unannounced. I was expecting her to begin screaming bloody murder at the sight of my sweaty, naked body up against the soft, downy and equally nude body of her teen daughter.
I was dead wrong.
Selma just smiled sweetly like a doting hostess and asked if we were enjoying ourselves. Our unclothed and sex fevered bare skins answered that question for us, but Selma didn't make any move to leave the room.
"Do you kids have any objections to my joining you?" she asked. From her calm exterior, you'd have thought she was asking to join in a game of cards. But I knew the type. Un derneath that lady-like shell lay a raging nympho ... itching restlessly to lunge headlong into my thoroughly masculine crotch!
Naturally Cathy didn't object, since she and Mom had played this scene before many times, no doubt with a variety of willing studs. There was no reluctance on my part either. In the past I had often shared my bed and body with more than one female at a time. The results, I had found, could be quite inventive and invigorating to my sexual prowess.
Stripping to the buff in record time, Selma proved that her body was indeed as inviting and attractive as her daughter's. Possibly her ass was just a bit broader, but no less firm and fine textured.
I was in the middle of the bed as Selma lay on one side of me and Cathy lay on the other. Turning on my side, I faced the mother ... and then both gals pressed themselves up tightly against me. I was imbedded between them like a hunk of meat in a live female sandwich. With two big, soft tits rubbing up my chest and two big tits rubbing my back ... plus a furry twat on my front, with a curly cunt on my ass, I raised one goddamned, explosive, atomic-powered, motherfucking hard on!
It was Selma's turn to get fucked, and she accepted the entrance of my enormous shaft with ill-concealed glee. I rammed the stiff son of a bitch in and up her cunt all the fucking way, until my nuts were glued to the crack of her ass.
While I was busy fucking the shit out of her old lady, Cathy was all over my goddamned back ... licking me, sucking my asshole, and generally raising holy hell with all my sensi tive areas. Cathy did such a good job on my rear, and Selma did such a good job in front ... fucking like crazy ... that when I came, I must've shot at least a gallon of hot cream up into her squirming, writhing ass!
That kinda shit went on for hours as we took turns fucking and sucking each other off!
When I eventually took my leave ... and I had to make bed check that night ... Mrs. Martin and her lovely daughter saw me off at the doorway very prim and proper ... as if we had enjoyed a quiet dinner and cultural conversation.
Many's the time I've thought about the Martins. I knew that whoever married sweet little Cathy would surely get a surprise when he got to know his mother-in-law better. And that was bound to happen someday.
For me, it was the first home cooking I'd had in ages, but the "entertainment" afterward was out of this world!
The team left that town soon afterward, but all along the road I was besieged with blatant propositions from cock-happy females, who wanted a lasting thrill as a personal memento. As a major league ballplayer, and as a hot pants lover, my reputation grew in the daily press. I was again receiving the type of notoriety I had gotten in my football playing days. I was riding high ... getting plenty of juicy headlines on the sports pages and in the gossip columns. Press agents were linking the names of their movie starlet clients with mine in the newspaper items. Most of the broads I never even met. A few of the sexy starlets did get around to meeting me in person and I found them easy to talk to, easy to go out with, and very easy to get into the sack.
I fucked 'em all, much to their eternal satisfaction, they assured me.
But the baseball season does come to an end. Then the glory fades as you blend into some routine job out of the limelight. But Lady Luck apparently had hot pants for me as she stepped in with one of the most exciting propositions I had ever been offered in my life! So exciting that I quit baseball for good to accept what had to be one of the biggest thrills of my already thrill-studded life!
CHAPTER TEN
I signed a movie contract to be built into a star in the image of the late Errol Flynn. Great things were predicted about my future on the silver screen as an actor and as a great lover.
Taking off my baseball cleats and throwing away my jock strap, I flew to Hollywood where I successfully passed all the required screen tests. The studio provided me with a dramatic coach who gave me a few necessary acting lessons. The rest of my performance would be up to the director. I was soon cast as the lead in a swashbuckling costume epic that would have me dueling the evil villains and making love to all the pretty ladies.
Hollywood took to me like a dope addict takes to heroin. The studio publicity department insisted that I go out dating often, with as many different starlets as possible. In that respect I was the most cooperative actor in town. We nightclubbed all over the place and got our names in all the gossip columns. Me, and the starlets that the studio was also giving a buildup to.
But I got to bed fairly early every night. With one or two of the sexy-ass cunts they kept throwing my way!
Making the picture turned out to be fun. Though the story took place back in olden days, we gave the movie a few modern touches, to boost the box office appeal.
Among those new touches we included a nude scene and a realistic love scene. And when I say realistic, I mean like wow! ... how can you get any more so! Here's what happened.
The director's last name was Thorton ... that's all anybody ever called him. He got me and my co-star together. She was one of those beautiful, regal, very dignified actresses who was trying to change her screen image to a sexpot. She had the looks and the body to pull it off. Her nickname was Fluff.
"Randy ... Fluff ... this is the scene as we'll shoot it," said Thorton. "Fluff has fallen overboard ... you've jumped in and rescued her. Now ... as we pick up the scene on camera ... Fluff is in bed under the sheet ... nude. You charge into the room, Randy ... and you'll be naked too. We'll show you from the rear so only your bare ass shows to the audience. You go over and pull the sheet off of Fluff, but only down to her waist. That'll be a good opportunity for you Fluff to prove to the audience that those tits of yours are the real McCoy. Think you kids can handle it okay?"
"I have no objections," I voiced.
"Neither have I," said Fluff, "as long as the goddamned public finally gets to see I also have a body."
Fluff explained to me one day when she wanted to change to a sex image. She said that all the juiciest roles went to the actresses with an ability to play sexy bitches. From now on, she claimed, she was going to let it all hang out! She had even agreed to pose in the raw for a big men's magazine.
Once the nude scene was shot, explained the director, the camera would pan in on Fluff and me in bed making love. We were to be under the sheet and the camera would get close-ups of our ardent embraces and the ecstatic expression on Fluff's face. He asked us if we thought we could fake it.
I called Fluff to one side.
"Listen," I told her, "we're both gonna be naked and that isn't shaking us up, is it?"
She nodded her head that it wasn't.
"Well then," I proposed, "why should we settle for a half-ass acting performance? Why not give 'em the real thing?"
"Just how do you mean that?" she asked.
"Look ... when that camera goes on, we're supposed to be making love in bed. Well ... why not? I mean ... the sheet'll be over us. But all our movements will be legitimate ... not faked. I dig you as a woman ... I hope you dig me as a man. Let's really give 'em a scene to talk about when the picture is released. Okay?"
"Randy Hardy, you are the craziest bastard I've ever worked with. But ... how could I refuse an offer like that?" Then she busted out laughing.
We didn't let the rest of the cast and crew in on what we planned to do ... only the director. We only let him know so that he wouldn't yell "CUT" at the wrong time.
The set was cleared of all visitors and only the necessary workers were allowed to remain, to witness our nude love scene. Fluff and I undressed to the buff in our respective dressing rooms and then we wore a robe out onto the set after the lights and camera positions had been set up with our stand-ins. Clad in our robes, we did a quick rehearsal as the director guided us through our paces.
Everything went well as we faked the lovemaking and perfected our lines. Then the director decided we should try a take.
I dropped my robe off, revealing my amazing genitals to a gaping and gasping cast and crew. Many of the startled comments that were muttered in low voices managed to reach my pleased ears. To make certain that no one was deprived of an ample view of my abundant charms, I turned full circle as I made my way to the position I was supposed to start the scene from. Fluff was a bit more modest than me. She waited till she was next to the bed before she shucked off her covering. A hushed silence hit the stunned set as her robe hit the floor. Everyone, men and women alike, were openly appraising and admiring Fluff's well developed curves.
I felt a thrilling sensation go through me as I stood there with my dong hanging down between my legs, long and limp, in the front of all those prying eyes. No doubt Fluff had the same type of feeling in her bones when her big tits were being felt, fondled, pinched and caressed by the hungry eyeballs.
My co-star jumped into the bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck, as required by the script. I moved over to my spot next to the cameraman, just out of camera range. We were all set.
The director gave us his cue and Fluff began tossing and turning restlessly in bed. The camera moved in for a close-up of her heaving breasts ... the pinkish nipples showing through the thin, white sheet. Then I stepped into the scene as the camera pulled back to a full shot of the bedroom. The lens was focused on my bare, hairy ass. That was the way the public would see me in the final version, naked ... but from the rear only.
Directly in front of me, Fluff opened her eyes as I spoke my lines to her. She was getting an extremely eye-filling view of all I had to offer, as my prick rose up gradually, suffused with a building lust and desire at the sight of her sexy body.
Maintaining her outward cool, since she knew what was on my evil mind, Fluff played the scene perfectly. I ripped the sheet from her body so violently that it almost came off altogether. Fortunately, Fluff caught it before her cunt was exposed to the camera's eye.
In a way, it was all kinda silly. Years ago, nudity was just about forbidden completely in the movies. Then foreign films began including many nude scenes that had to be cut out before being shown in the United States. But with new times and new standards, American movies started showing nude scenes. But only tits and asses. Perhaps one day they'll graduate to also displaying cocks and cunts openly ... without shame.
But to get back to the scene we were shooting ... as I exposed the creamy white tits that adorned Fluff's chest, I shifted to one side in order for the cameraman to obtain extreme close-ups of her voluptuous naked tits. Then I forced my way into her bed, under the sheet, and began making love to her. In the story I was supposed to be raping her at first, with her eventual surrender ... and wholehearted, lustful cooperation.
I could hear the director saying, "Great! Great! Very realistic!" behind me. Of course, he knew just how realistic it was. Also, the cameraman was aware of what was really going on under that sheet. He was close enough to see my hard-on and to see how Fluff spread her legs for me as I climbed under the cover.
Fluff played it straight for the lens. She shouted for me to stop, to desist my vile attempts at seduction, but I overpowered her vocal objections. While the camera concentrated on the varied expressions of her facial histrionics, I managed to get my huge shaft into position inside her open thighs. Because of the bouncing sheet, the crew soon became aware of what was going on for real underneath.
My ass pumped several stiff inches of hot cock into Fluff's moist pussy. At the moment in the script when she was supposed to give in to me, she gave in ... with alarming fervor. It surely wasn't all acting on her part. That gal loved to fuck ... and she seemed to be strongly in favor of my donating every inch of hard cock I had to the cause.
If we had felt any inhibitions at all in the beginning, they were soon tossed to the wind as Fluff and I fucked like two teen-agers grabbing our first hunk of ass!
Her well upholstered ass was pumping up against mine in a fury of lust ... as I gave her the whole goddamn stiff prick up her cunt. She was having a ball, being impaled on my dong and she rode my rod like a wild animal. The whole world began to explode as she orgasmed repeatedly ... and I unleashed a torrential geyser of sticky come up her inflamed twat!
Only when it was over, when we had fucked ourselves out, did Fluff and I become aware of what had happened during our public sex act. Because of the fury of our thrashing bodies, the sheet had loosened entirely and had finally fallen completely off the bed ... exposing our twisting, fucking, naked limbs to the view of everyone!
The director displayed his sharp sense of humor by carrying on as though nothing had happened, and he shouted, "Okay everybody. Get set for take two!"
That released the tension and embarrassment on the set and brought a loud chuckle from all.
Actually, the director had secured all the film he needed of that particular scene, and so went on to the next one. Later that day, Fluff and I saw the rushes for the day in the screening room.
By careful editing and deleting of the full scale nude shots, the director had created a perfect scene. One so realistic, that when the film was released, he was credited with his brilliant direction of me and my co-star in what was described by one movie critic as, "A tastefully executed, erotic scene. Almost real, if one didn't know better!" Obviously that critic didn't know better. What a public scandal that would've caused, if anyone had known the true story!
I derived a few other benefits from that little session with Fluff. For one thing, she no longer refused to date me. Many's the night we spent rehearsing that nude scene ... AFTER it was already filmed. I also made out with a few other young cunts around the studio who hadn't been receptive to my invitations until word leaked out about my equipment and technique.
When the movie was released to the public, that notorious love scene, plus the endless publicity about my love life, plus my previous athletic fame, combined to make me an instant star. I received an immediate increase in salary and was put to work in another picture.
Each movie I made got a little more daring in showing nudity and sexual scenes. The audiences had pretty well memorized what my bare ass looked like since I had shown it so much on the screen. They were also well aware of my physical endowment in front. The nudity hadn't gone quite that far, but I had been shown in scenes requiring me to wear nothing more than a pair of thin briefs, or revealingly tight pants.
My name was fast becoming a movie legend, but so was the size of my cock. Everyone knew I had a big, big one ... and everyone seemed to want a piece of it. In more ways than one.
Advertisers paid me tremendous sums of money to pose for ads in their swim trunks, or underwear, or pants, or anything else they were peddling. In fact, one ad was for a necktie firm. Naturally, I thought I'd just put the necktie on over a white shirt and the photographer would pop away. Not so!
The photographer insisted I pose in nothing but a pair of nylon jockey shorts, with the tie hanging loosely around my bare neck. Then he shot a full length picture of me.
That little gem really backfired! First of all, the finished picture was the closest thing to a frontal nude of a man that had ever been attempted in advertising circles. The necktie company rebelled. They complained that no one would even notice what I had around my neck, with the more interesting bulge in my sheer jockey shorts so prominent. So the photo was killed for publication, but it later turned up in the pages of a scandal magazine that kept printing stories about my sex life that did nothing to harm me, but only enhanced my reputation with each succeeding revelation.
People everywhere welcomed me with open arms, and I got to meet celebrities in all the public media, including the political arena.
One very well known politician from an eastern state was running for governor of his home state and his wife was making a tour separate from his. That was how I met her.
Her first name was Allison. Several movie stars were asked to appear at a rally for her husband in the Hollywood area. I was among those who volunteered. Not because I was so interested in her husband or his political ambitions, but because of her. In newspaper photographs I had seen of her, I thought she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. So I wanted to get closer to her ... in the flesh!
She arrived in Hollywood very late at night for the rally the following day. I called her hotel room and arranged to meet her that evening for a drink at my apartment. Since she was a fan of mine, she agreed to my proposal, despite my libertine reputation with the ladies. Or maybe because of it!
"Please, just call me Allison," she insisted when she had gotten comfortable with her martini.
"And you call me Randy," I reciprocated.
"I feel as though I already know you personally, Randy. I've seen all your films. You're a very good actor."
I beamed. Flattery is never boring to hear. We chatted amiably about several things, then I asked, "Why are you campaigning out here if your husband is running for Governor back east?" It was a legitimate question. She was forthright.
"It's part of our total strategy to publicize him. By traveling around the country, he gets a bigger play in the national press. That gives him a bigger edge in the local press back home. We hope it'll impress the voters into thinking of him as a man of national importance, rather than as just a local novice. And in four or five years, who knows? Maybe the White House?"
"I admire your ambitions," I said, as I admired her fully-packed blouse.
Allison talked at great length about her husband, but as the conversation continued, and the drinks flowed, I noticed the change overtaking her.
Partly it was due to her tiredness from the long plane ride. Some of it was due to the gin. But most of it was due, I hoped, to my magnetic and virile presence.
She began to cuddle nearer to me and to talk less and less affectionately about her husband.
"I never dared tell anyone else about this before," she confided, as her inebriation grew, "but that bastard hasn't slept with me in over six months! He doesn't need it like I do. He gets his kicks from all those young girls who crowd around his campaign offices. All he's looking for is power and prestige. He forgets he has a wife, till he wants to use me for his own selfish goddamn ambitions!"
I put my arm tenderly around her shoulder. I wasn't going to trick or seduce this woman. No. I was going to help her. Clearly she was in desperate need of one of my massive meat injections!
"I'm not the kind of a guy who pushes himself at women," I offered humbly, "but I am affectionate. And I've admired you from afar for sometime now."
"You have?" She was truly surprised.
"Certainly! You're a beautiful, desirable woman. Any man would be glad to go to bed with you."
"Not my husband!" she hooted. "He'd kiss anybody's ass to get their vote, but his wife doesn't even rate a peck on the cheek!"
She began to weep softly, so I took her into my strong, and brawny arms for a bit of consolation ... and a lot of physical contact.
"Allison, please don't be offended by what I'm going to say, but I think your husband must be crazy to neglect such a delicious morsel as you. If you were my wife, I'd never let you out of my bed."
My words were having their desired effect. As I soothed and consoled and flattered her, she became increasingly more pliable in my embrace.
Taking a chance that the moment was at hand, I kissed her ardently, shoving my tongue down her throat. Her whole body began shivering.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I shouldn't have done that. But I just couldn't resist you."
"No," she pleaded, "don't apologize. I've been faithful to my husband all these years. But if there has to be another man, I'm glad it's you. Maybe I'll be sorry tomorrow, or the next day, or all the days that come. But for tonight ... please love me as you love those wom en in the movies. Make love to me as if you really care. Please!"
I don't have to be begged twice.
So I kissed her and fondled her, as I busied my hands undoing the buttons and other fasteners on her clothing. With her eager cooperation, I soon freed her of all the restrictive garments. Her hands aided mine in getting all my clothes off in return.
Allison was breathtakingly beautiful in the nude. Her body was just right in every detail. And her skin was as soft and smooth as a baby's ass.
She had a mouth-filling set of jugs that gave my lips a good workout. I sucked on those tits while she cried out in new found pleasure.
Her ass was like putty as I molded the cheeks in my palms. Every time I slipped a fuck finger through the heavy growth of curls on her pussy, she squirmed with ecstasy.
I had found a wonderful new body to delight my senses, as I traveled over her nakedness with my hands and lips ... kissing, biting, feeling and sucking. I wanted to taste every bit of her nude body.
But she was making new discoveries on her own.
"I never knew a man could be so physically attractive. So perfect," she remarked. "Or so well hung!"
"You know," she giggled. "I've seen you in the movies without your clothes on, and I always wondered just what you looked like in front. I sometimes dreamed about being with you and seeing you just this way. Naked ... making love to me."
"Is that why you accepted my invitation so readily tonight?" I inquired.
"Well ... ," she hesitated. "Not really. I think it was more curiosity. I would never have dared come here if I knew this were going to happen. But now that I'm here, and it's happening to me, I don't care! Not for tonight, anyway!"
With that pronouncement, she abandoned her body to me totally and enthusiastically. We experimented with various positions in our quest for physical satisfaction and pleasure.
On top of my bed, she squatted on all fours with her ass in my face. I licked the cheeks and -rimmed her asshole with my tongue. Then I slipped my head down farther between her thighs and licked her twat. Moving my tongue back up to her asshole, I licked and spit on her asshole till it was wet and slippery enough to accept the entrance of my stout and stiff cock.
She pushed her ass up and down to accelerate the entire operation as I thrust all of my hot and hard prick into her bowels. She loved having my cock up her ass, tight as it was. Never before had she been fucked up the asshole; now she'd never rest until she had it that way again. Either from her husband, or some other stud with a stiff cock!
I shot a load of jism up her bunghole that had her screaming for more!
Next, she insisted on sucking my asshole for awhile. Also something she had never done before. She had wanted to lick my ass ever since she saw it in the movies, she stated. So I turned over on my stomach and allowed her to tongue my hairy asshole to her heart's content. Her tongue stiffened and shot up into my asshole like a piston. That nearly drove me out of my goddamned mind with joy ... so much so, that I shot a load of cream onto the bed. Allison licked it up.
Then she turned me over on my back and gave me a tongue bath from head to toe. She licked around my cock however, coming back to that at the end in order to give me a first rate blow job.
She admitted to me that she had blown her husband a couple of times, but it had never been very satisfactory to her. But now, I could see her eyes light up in glee as I stuffed her mouth with my big, thick, pulsing prick!
She sucked my dong with velvety smooth strokes of her tongue and lips until I unloaded a cargo of hot cream into her face that had her choking from the swift intake.
Finally I gave her a fuck she'd never forget. When I pushed and pumped the full extent of my long, stiff cock up into her cunt, she nearly fainted from the supreme pleasure of it. I churned away, letting her thrill to the friction on her pussy walls as my hard, throbbing prick slid up and down and in and out of her clinging twat.
My ramming cock triggered more orgasms in her than her husband had been able to do during their entire married life, she revealed later. And the barrage of come I spurted into her was like an avalanche compared to his puny trickle.
Though I was just about fucked out for the night, she insisted on six more encores before she left my bed to go to her hotel.
The next day at the campaign rally, Allison had reverted to her old, dignified, lady-like, respectable self. At least in public. But privately, she assured me she had never slept so peacefully or unfrustrated before in her life. Our public behavior was impeccable. No one could have guessed that just the night before, the prim and proper Allison had celebrated her arrival in town by wrapping her lips and her cunt around Randy Hardy's famous, much admired and much envied cock.
Anyway, she eventually returned home to her husband, who lost the election. But sometime later, Allison wrote to me and said that the loss of the election was the best thing that ever happened to them. Her husband had turned to her again in his moment of despair, and had started to renew the old spark that had brought them together originally. She also thanked me for my help in seeing her through a tough period psychologically, and for my complete discretion.
To this day I have not revealed her real name, or her husband's. First, because I am something of a gentleman ... and second, because he re-entered the political battles and is now an extremely powerful public official.
There were drawbacks to being a famous movie star. I had very little, if any, privacy. The few moments I stole out of the public gaze were precious to me.
But there were funny aspects to the lack of privacy. Like when I would arrive in a new town on a publicity tour for a new movie, the damndest things might happen to me.
One time I emerged from my hotel bathroom to find three teen-age girls stripped naked in my bedroom. I was naked myself at the time, with a howling hard on, but I chased them away despite the tempting tits and twats they each bounced in front of me. It wasn't that I was honorable. Hell no! I would've loved to have fucked the shit out of all three of them. But the thought of prison for a piece of jailbait wasn't too much of a lure.
Another night I woke up in the early morning hours thinking I was having a wet dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw the bell boy sucking me off. His head was bent over my exposed crotch and was moving rapidly. I waited till he was finished before I questioned him about how he got into my room.
It seems he got a duplicate key from the front desk and tip-toed in quietly after I was sound asleep. I sleep in the nude anyway, so he just went down on me. The guy was scared shitless as he begged me not to tell on him.
I could've had the son of a bitch fired, but what the hell? He was just a poor fag who couldn't resist the close proximity and irresistible magnetism of my world-famed cock. So I wiped my dick clean ... after he finished sucking it off ... and let the bastard go.
One time a pretty young girl represented herself to me as a reporter for the local newspaper. I let her in for an interview, which never got off the ground. Once inside my room, she confessed she was no reporter, but she was over twenty-one as her driver's license attested to. So when she began groping for my zipper, I let her stay around. She had small, bite-size tits as I remember, but one of the springiest asses I've ever bounced on top of.
I fucked her before dinner, then I fucked her after dinner. Then I fucked her ass all night long. She had a tireless cunt that just didn't want to let up. It was as if she realized that she had me between her legs for the one night only and she wanted to get as much fucking out of me as possible.
In my extensive travels, I've fucked broads all over this goddamned world. No matter where you go ... cunt is cunt!
But with the public, who only got to meet me on the movie screen, I was becoming more and more popular. A personal popularity so strong, that it was to bring my movie career to a sudden halt.
With dramatic and explosive results!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
An election year was approaching for candidates to the Congress of the United States. Purely as a publicity gimmick and nothing more, my press agent began circulating stories to the press that I was thinking about running for office.
What happened after that surprised me and stunned him no end! Political leaders of both parties made overtures to me to run under their party banner. And, no kidding ... they were dead serious about my running. Soon, both commentators and columnists took up the cause ... discussing my credentials for that high government office.
The whole business mushroomed so far out of proportion that even I began to take it seriously. Encouragement from politicians and from the mass voters who were my fans convinced me to run.
So I did.
I ran for the House of Representatives from my local district in what became one of the all time great mud slinging campaigns in political history.
As we all know, insults can sometimes backfire ... and my opponent's insults against me did just that. For instance, he questioned my intelligence because I hadn't finished my college education. Most of the voters hadn't even been to college themselves and they didn't like the inference that they too must be stupid.
Then the opposition took me to task for my morals because of my many, highly publicized affairs with women. Here too, they goofed. They forgot the admonition that all the world loves a lover. Especially a lover as charming and handsome as me.
The upshot came when my opponents decided to destroy me as a citizen as well as a candidate. Somehow they had obtained the story of my imprisonment for embezzlement and also some nude photos of me and some broad that had been taken at a motel orgy several years before.
Since the pictures were pornographic in nature, they couldn't be published. However, they were copied and passed around over the entire voting district. And the full story of my stay in prison was published on the front pages of newspapers that opposed me.
All the pertinent facts were included in the articles, even the all important fact that I had been falsely imprisoned and had later been freed and cleared entirely. The opposition party was counting on the voter losing confidence in me because of my implication in the whole sordid affair. Their inference throughout the articles was ... where there's smoke, there's fire!
But the reading public wasn't so gullible. They took the facts as presented and thought of me as a hero overcoming great odds. So that smear didn't work either. But my advisors were worried about the effect of the pornographic pictures.
We got hold of a packet of the incriminating photos that had become so prevalent among the public. The photography was pin point sharp ... and my face was easily recognizable in most of the pictures. One pose showed me leaning backward and brandishing my enormous hard on at the camera lens. Another showed me getting sucked off by the broad. Still another showed me and her going into a sixty-nine position.
There were several more ... all in explicitly sexual poses. I remembered when they had been taken. It was when I drove that broad back to Las Vegas from Miami Beach. Either someone had gotten her copies of the prints, or the photographer's. I suspected the photographer myself. He'd probably been selling the goddamn things.
But I didn't give a shit. I even refused to take the advice of my advisors and deny that it was ms in the photos. They wanted me to claim the pictures were fakes. Instead, I said nothing at all in public about them.
I secretly wondered if the pictures that were taken of me in Mexico would ever turn up to haunt me again. If they did get into public hands locally, I never saw them.
While I had suffered every type of vilification heaped upon me by the opposition, including the photographic evidence, I won the election by a landslide victory!
Getting into office is one thing. Staying in is another. That's where the opposition put into effect a devious scheme to disgrace me and have me ousted!
The plot against me concerned my new secretary ... though I didn't discover all this till much later. She was a trim young blonde named Maggie Turner. Her body was that of a Greek goddess. I hired her for my office in Washington D.C., after she came to me for an interview.
For the first year, she was the only member of my office staff to work with me in such close proximity. So I got to see a lot of her at the office every day. One night we had to work late and I offered to take her out to dinner afterward, which she accepted readily.
The rest just followed naturally. A pretty young girl like that was bound to be attracted by an aggressive young cock like myself ... and vice versa.
Our closeness ripened the evening I invited her to my apartment for cocktails.
"Mr. Hardy," she cooed, "you have such a a darling apartment!"
"Don't you think we could drop the mister tag when we're out of the office, Maggie?" I suggested.
She concurred ... and the conversation drifted aimlessly as I poured a few highballs down her gullet. My eyes were focused on those succulent tits pushing out the front of her dress at me.
If Maggie had any doubts about what I was leading up to, all she had to do was gaze at the lengthening bulge in my pants. That stiff rod bespoke my intentions completely. Her boss, namely me, was after a piece of her tender young ass!
"Do you have any boy friends?" I asked her.
"A few. Nobody special." She was slightly intoxicated, but not too far gone.
"Ever get intimate with any of them?"
"You mean get laid?" she giggled. "I mean get laid. Get fucked to be exact!" I decided to go all the way and lay it right on the goddamn line and stop pussyfooting around all night.
"Yes, Randy. I've been fucked. Would you like to fuck me?"
"Take one guess," I said, wrapping my fingers around the bulge of my growing hard on.
"Ooooh! That looks as big as I heard it was," oooohed Maggie.
"Where'd you hear that?" I wanted to know.
"From some of the girls. You've got quite a reputation in this town."
Yeah, I thought to myself, and in every other town too!
"Play with it for me," I offered, putting her hand on my cock.
"I've never seen one this long or thick before," she said as she brought it out of my unzipped pants.
Maybe Maggie hadn't seen one that size before, but she sure knew how to handle a guy's dick. The feathery strokes of her slim, smooth fingers brought me to a state of excitation that verged on the explosive. I had to jerk her hand away. One more touch and I would've come in a surge that would've splashed the ceiling!
"Let's take our clothes off first!"
Maggie performed a slow striptease for me ... peeling off each garment in time to the music on the phonograph. I kept my eyes glued to her, inspecting each and every portion of her anatomy that was unveiled.
When her bra was loosened, her tits popped out like two large, firm, tasty melons. I reached out and rubbed them with my open palms. They were spongy soft, but not loose or droopy.
She liked the feel of my hands on her tits, so she hustled out of the rest of her duds a little faster after that. I also hustled out of mine, since my cock was about to split my pants open anyway.
This Maggie was a gal of action in bed. Even though I had plied her with booze to get her there, I suspected that the booze treatment was unnecessary with her. I just flopped across the sack with my legs spread out ... my balls dangling loose ... and my prick waving in the breeze.
Maggie aimed her face at my crotch and made a three point landing with her mouth open. She licked the insides of my open thighs and all around my hairy balls ... including the balls themselves. Her hands caressed and kneaded the muscles in my calves and thighs ... all along my legs. Finally, getting herself into a comfortable and flexible position, Maggie wrapped her pretty little jaws around the head of my long shaft and zoomed down on it with experienced ease.
When it came to sucking cock, her mouth had been around, in more ways than one!
That broad slobbered a whale of a lot of saliva onto my dong, making it easy for her to slide up and down with her pursed lips. I kept pushing my ass upward in order to sock it to her. To her credit, she ate it all without flinching or choking. And when I finally came ... I slammed a load of hot cream down her throat that would've made King Kong reel in shock. But not Maggie. She sucked and gulped ... and gulped and swallowed ... and swallowed and swallowed ... and swallowed and swallowed ...!
Her talents weren't limited, either. Later on she sat astride my body and she made all the needed motions as we fucked in that position. She had excellent control of her cunt muscles and she could do almost anything with those trained pussy lips of hers.
Finally, we rested a bit while she enjoyed a cigarette and I drank a fast beer. Our batteries were quickly recharged and we went at it again.
She wanted me to eat her pussy.
Eating pussy has never been my greatest enthusiasm, although I'll do anything to please a broad as long as she's pleasing me. So I shoved my head between her legs and opened my mouth over her cunt. I ran my tongue all through the cunt hair first, feeling the vulva lips quivering under me with expectancy.
Maggie had a juicy twat that practically pulled the tongue out of my head when I inserted it up her hole. I toyed with her clitoris and lapped up the sides of her warm pussy.
Broads go ga-ga over my pussy eating technique because I possess a strong and exceptionally long tongue. One gal who asked me to stick my tongue out so she could measure it, said it looked obscene. That same gal wasted no time in trying it out up her ripe and ready snatch.
Now Margie was going out of her female mind as my hot, wet, thrusting tongue sucked the hell out of her eager cunt. I was really warming up to the job because she had one of the tastiest cunts I'd ever put my lips to. Some cunts just plain stink and there's no two ways about it. But I happen to love a clean, strong female odor that comes from a hotted up pussy.
She orgasmed several times with my tongue still up her twat and nearly tore my head off my shoulders with her gyrations as she twisted and squirmed in supreme ecstasy.
"You really like getting sucked off, don't you?" I remarked after the act.
"Urn, do I! A lot of guys, though, won't do it. They think it's too nasty. Can you beat that! They don't mind asking a girl to suck their big old cocks, but they don't want to do it to her in return. But when I get pretty desperate for it and I can't get a guy to go down on me, I go to a lesbian joint."
"Am I as good at it as a lez?" I asked.
"Better! I like to give as well as take. I can't bring myself to do that with another girl unless I'm really hot!"
"What do you mean by that 'really hot' business?" I was curious.
"Who knows? Someday I might turn lez. I'm pretty hung up on sex and I've got to get it one way or another. I don't mean to say that I'd go to bed with just anybody, but, if I'm really in a bind ... it's got to be somebody! Male or female!"
"I wouldn't worry if I were you," I said, running my hands over her naked tits and belly and pubic bush. "With your body you could get any guy you wanted into bed with you. A guy would have to be nuts, or blind, or queer to turn you down."
"Thanks," she smiled, "but I've met all three, so I know the feeling. What I need is security. A steady supply of what I need the most. An available cock that I can cuddle up to on long lonely nights."
"Your boss is always available," I assured her.
"Thanks again, boss. But I feel lousy about something I've let myself be used for. I'm afraid to tell you, cause you might wanta kick me out of the office and out of this bed."
"Relax, kid. If it's any consolation to you, I've never kicked any woman out of my bed yet. At least not any whom I invited there of my own accord. And as far as what you've got to tell me ... well, I've heard a lot of strange things in bed, so one more thing can't hurt."
She looked worried.
"This isn't funny though, Randy. Please hear me out before you say or do anything." I nodded that I would listen carefully. "I wasn't just another secretary looking for a job in your office that day. I was hired by a rival political group to get the goods on you. I was supposed to keep tabs on your private life as much as I could. To report if you had any dates with the wives of any government figures, or even to encourage you to transport me over the state line for immoral purposes. Anything at all that I could dig up against you. But I didn't know you personally then and I needed the money, so I took the job. Now I'm sorry. Those bastards got me into this, but I'm not going through with it. They can take the money they paid me and shove it up their ass!"
She began weeping into the pillow.
"Knock off the tears," I said, pulling her face up to look into mine. "There's no harm done. So you were a stool pigeon. So what? You didn't do anything yet. Just tell 'em it's no dice, but don't let 'em know why you changed your mind. As far as I'm concerned, you've still got your job."
That made the crazy little cunt feel better, but she was still concerned about me.
"When I quit, they'll try some other trick, Randy. They're determined to get you out of office. Maybe if I pretended to go on working for them, they'll give up when I don't come up with anything."
"Forget it, Maggie. You don't think you're the only ace up their sleeve, do you? As long as I'm in Washington they'll be up to their slimy asses in tricks to boot me out the door. I'm not worried, though. They tried their damndest before the election, but nothing worked. What more can they do to me?" I laughed.
"Your life could be in danger," Maggie warned solemnly.
I pondered a moment. She had a good point there. I wouldn't put it past the sons of bitches to try to assassinate me. But, that was a danger that every politician faced, so I couldn't worry about that or I'd soon go nuts.
"Okay Maggie, I'll be careful. But just remember ... the longer you work for me, the longer they'll think you might come up with something, and it'll be that much longer I'll be alive."
"I'll still feel guilty, Randy. I don't mean about taking their money under false pretenses, but about deceiving you. I wish I hadn't accepted'the dirty job in the first place."
"Do you really?" I asked, stroking her bare ass with my flat palm.
"Come to think of it, no, lover. At least I got to meet you."
She began doing some stroking of her own. My cock, to be exact. Slowly but surely my dong rose in the air from the resting place on my thigh ... surging high and hard!
I pushed three fingers into Maggie's cunt to warm up her motor. She spread her legs very wide as I moved over her and into position to throw her my hose of flesh. Easing the head in, I pumped steadily until the whole fucking thing was up her hot pussy, drilling for oil.
Maggie clamped her long legs tightly around my mid-section, afraid to let me go. Her burning twat had a vise-tight grip on my stiff prick ... squeezing it with tender desire.
Deep, deep inside her cunt I began spurting my jets of hot creamy, sticky come ... filling every void in its path. Her goddamn ass twitched all over the motherfucking bed as she tried to wring every last drop of jism out of my overworked nuts!
I fucked Maggie's volcanic ass all night long!
Life at the office was a lot different after that night in the sack. We were business-like when necessary, but at other times, when only Maggie and I shared the office, little things told of our new relationship. Things like a pat on the ass, a hand on her tit ... or her hand fumbling with my zipper. Hardly a day went by without Maggie giving me a therapeutic blow job after lunch.
Since I was on the go at all hours of the day, I had a couch in my inner office for naps ... whenever I could grab the time. However, that piece of furniture did a masterful job of supporting my weight and Maggie's when we wanted to tear off a quickie. It was narrow and a couple of times we rolled off and onto the floor, but we never stopped fucking while doing it.
It isn't every politician who gets to fuck his enemies, but I was doing just that. Of course, Maggie was no longer an enemy, but she represented a group that was getting hosed whether it knew it or not.
Demanding as Maggie was in bed, she wasn't the only cunt I was servicing during my congressional period. I'm not the kind of guy to eat the same menu every day, so I branched out to some of the other willing broads I met. Washington is lousy with cunt, just hoping for a bed to hop in. Any guy who can manage to get even a semi hard on can find an available pussy to deposit his load in.
One of my other conquests was the young wife of an aging, but powerful Senator. I'll call her Bertha.
Bertha didn't have to cheat on her husband. Old as he was, she assured me that he still was able to get a potent hard on several times a week and was able to render a satisfying fuck or two. Her particular hang-up was that she hungered for variety in her bedroom menu like I did.
She was probably in her late twenties, though she never told me her age. Her brunette hair contrasted beautifully with her ivory white complexion. In newspaper items she was referred to as one of the more gorgeous government wives in Washington D.C. She and the Senator gave many cocktail parties and that was how I eventually met her.
It was at a little bash in their home and the booze began to get very low. I volunteered to accompany her to the wine cellar to bring up more supplies. She had a butler and a serving maid, but they were up to their asses in other work at the time.
We had to go through several doors and down some steps and when we reached the cellar, Bertha turned to me and smiled a lot differently than she had when we were first introduced.
"So you're the great Randy Hardy. In person."
I took out my wallet and looked at my identification cards.
"Yep. That's me, all right."
"Are you really the great lover they say you are?"
"Who's they?" Her blunt approach almost threw me.
"Oh come now!" she chided me. "They are all the women you've allegedly taken to bed. Word of mouth does get around you know."
"Yes. How well I know. I just hope the husbands aren't listening as much as the wives are talking."
"Have no fear," said Bertha confidently. "Washington husbands are too preoccupied with their so-called duties to bother about what their wives are up to. You'd be surprised at all the hanky panky that goes on in this town and its suburbs."
"Nothing would surprise me," I said, giving her a wide, knowing grin.
"Yes," she agreed, returning my grin. "I forgot. Men like you are responsible for most of that hanky panky."
"But dear lady ... I am not a rapist. All of my women are more than willing victims. It takes two you know."
"Touche! Actually, I'm the last person who should try to put you down. I've got something of a reputation myself. Fortunately though, mine hasn't been publicized as yours has. I'm a very discreet person about such matters."
Her expression as she said that was an open invitation to me to carry it further.
"So, madam, am I. My lips remain sealed, but I cannot control the lips of the ladies involved."
"Something tells me you and I would make a good pair, Randy. We both think alike and are apparently after the same thing. Don't you agree?"
"If, by the same thing, you are referring to the fuller enjoyment of life, as a man and as a woman ... then yes, we are seeking the same goal. I believe we owe it to ourselves to give and to get as much as we can."
She got my implied meaning very clearly.
"You and I must get together and talk more," she suggested, as we headed back to the other guests with more booze.
The meeting she suggested took place just two nights later, in my bedroom. I wanted to meet her elsewhere, but she insisted on meeting me where I slept every night. I didn't bother to explain to her that I didn't really sleep there every night. Only the nights that the girl agreed on my place instead of hers.
"I used to love your movies," she said. "I know it's silly, but I used to think your love scenes looked like the real thing instead of make believe. In fact, my husband would never go to the movies, so I'd go alone and masturbate myself while you were making love on screen."
"Most of those hot love scenes were the real thing, Bertha," I told her.
"They were? Oh how wonderful! No wonder I got so carried away during your pictures. Oh, now that I know that, I must see some of them again."
"Anytime you say. I have prints of them for private showing. I like to run them off myself every now and then. And when I'm watching my movies, I like to have at least one other devoted fan in the same room with me." She joined me in the laugh.
"Maybe we could act out one of those old scenes for real," she offered, snuggling closer to me.
"Take off your clothes, you goddamned bitch!" I ordered. "I'm going to fuck your ass with the biggest, stiffest prick you've ever seen!"
Her face brightened immediately and I knew I was using the right approach with her. She was obviously very willing to get fucked, but something in her demanded the cave-man treatment in order to salve her conscience for cheating on her husband. She didn't have to tell me all that, but I could sense it.
Bertha tore off her clothing almost as fast as I got out of mine. Then we stood back and looked each other over fully.
"You weren't kidding, were you?" she said, motioning toward my huge dick.
"I never kid when it comes to ass, baby."
"My god! Look at the size of your balls! How in the world do you ever get pants to fit right?"
"I get them tailored to fit. I've got a pretty full crotch, just like you've got a pretty full chest."
She glanced down at her big tits and smiled ... then asked me if I liked them that big.
"The bigger they are, the better."
"That's how I feel, too," she agreed, taking hold of my big dong and caressing it with her long, tapering fingers.
"Enough of this love talk," I said. "Let's fuck!"
"Let's!"
And fuck we did. I got her ass down on the rug and screwed the living shit out of her right there. She could really sling her ass around, so that I had to keep right on top of her at all times to keep from being thrown.
We rested up on the bed after the first fuck, but she kept fingering and playing with my dick. She was nuts about it. It lay long and limp along my thigh, while she stroked the smooth length of it from the base all the way to the big head. Her fingers, long as they were, just barely managed to encircle the thickness of it. With one finger she teased the pee hole opening at the head of my cock.
Her constant and artful toying with my dick caused it to begin rising sooner than I had expected. So, as soon as it got all the way up and was firm as a goddamned rock, I threw her motherfucking legs apart and fucked her again. This time my nuts emptied a barrel of hot jism into her hole. Her goddamned insides were drowning in my cock cream.
Next, at her suggestion, we did a sixty-nine ... with my mouth firmly planted on her juicy cunt and her lips wrapped securely around my rigid prong. My hands gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly as I sucked off her overflowing pussy.
While she was busy creaming my fucking face, I could feel her tongue slithering all over and around my bursting prick. With one fell swoop, her mouth went down on my dong just as far as her lips would reach, and she sucked like a madwoman.
Bertha's goddamned head lurched backward as my balls belched forth a stream of jism that had her choking for air.
We both had come ... in great quantities ... so we relaxed in the same position after the act. Her head was resting on my thigh, facing my balls ... and my head rested on her thigh, facing her wet pussy.
I remember the details of how we were positioned very well, because that's how we were when we were caught!
All hell broke loose!
Three men came bursting into the bedroom suddenly with camera flashbulbs popping. One of the men was Bertha's husband.
Needless to say, the scandal that ensued rocked Washington D.C. and the rest of the nation, for weeks and even months. It caused Bertha's husband to resign his Senatorial seat and almost ... I said, ALMOST ... cost me my new career.
But something peculiar happened ...!
CHAPTER TWELVE
An intricate plot had been hatched by my political enemies to ensnare me in a tangled web of scandal and notoriety. But for all their planning ... even the planting of Maggie in my office to catch me with my pants down ... they were not at all responsible for my current situation.
What the passionate Bertha didn't know, and what we both found out, was that her husband had the wine cellar bugged. That's how he caught on to her plan to meet me. Ironically, he hadn't bugged the wine cellar to check on her. It seems that many of his Washington cronies liked to use the very private wine cellar to talk over deals while they were at one of the many cocktail parties thrown by the Senator.
So it wasn't the scandal about his wife that caused the man to resign his Senate seat ... but the revealed fact of his hidden recorder, that no doubt had many other politicians quaking in their boots.
I didn't exactly come out smelling like a rose either. Though I was just a bachelor having a little fun, I had unwittingly stepped into a bucket of shit and the stench was terrible.
Newspapers all over the goddamned country began blasting my "alley cat morals." They began printing expose type articles, digging up every dirty story or allegation about my past that could be found. And, truthfully, there was a mountain of material to choose from.
But then ... as I said before ... a peculiar thing happened! Instead of the public rising up in arms and indignation and demanding my resignation from Congress ... just the opposite took place.
Tons of mail flooded my offices and the newspaper offices defending me. As one little old lady in Ohio put it, if I had been a married man and carried on the way I did, she would have been shocked. But as it stood, I was a bachelor. Only doing the things that all bachelors do, or dream of doing.
Reading her letter, I thought to myself that I was only doing what many married men also do, or dream of doing!
My popularity was at a new high and growing higher every day. Why not run for the Presidency, I asked myself ... and my answer came back ... why not?
So this is where I stand today. Running for the highest office in the land. That was the whole purpose of this chronicle of my sex life. To clarify distorted images that may have been implanted in the public mind about me.
Yes, I said distorted images. A few publications that supported my candidacy for Congress tried to defend my name by saying that I was a nice guy who never took advantage of women.
Balls!
I've taken advantage of women all my life, but only because they wanted rae to take advantage of them. I've also been called a motherfucker. I admit it! I've fucked mothers from one end of the United States to the other. Why do some kooks think that just because a woman has become a mother that she shouldn't be fucked? Or, that she doesn't want to get fucked? Just ask the mothers I've laid into.
They loved it! But of course, I never fucked my own mother. Incest just wasn't my kicks.
Some reports were circulated that I was queer, because of my relations with men. Such utter bullshit! Queers just don't go after women the way I do. Sure I've let some fags suck my cock now and then. But they sucked it ... not me. I just sat back and enjoyed it. Now if we labeled every guy who had his cock sucked by a queer another queer ... then we'd all be fags!
When it comes to sex, man ... pussy is my bag! Sweet, juicy, ever-loving cunt!
I do have one minor problem in my wacky quest for the White House. Because I have no wife and kids to make me look respectable ... and because of my free wheeling views on sex and nudity, neither of the national political parties will back me.
Therefore, I have initiated a new party of my own. It's called the Fun Under Copulation, Kicks party. Or, F.U.C.K.
Anyone who joins, automatically becomes a FUCKer. And it's about time we had a FUCKer in charge of things in this crazy, fucked-up world.
My campaign manager is Bertha, the Senator's ex-wife, due to you-should-pardon-the-expression, a "quickie" divorce!
As I write this manuscript, Bertha is cuddled up next to me in her birthday suit. I'm also dressed in mine. We want to promote nudity and free love in every part of the strife torn universe.
We've planned a big rally for an upcoming date to be held in Central Park in New York. It's to be a gigantic Nude-Love-In. To be admitted, all participants must undress right down to the bare-ass skin.
And speaking of bare asses, I just noticed Bertha's as she turned over. That woman has an ass that just won't quit!
Pardon me while I ask her something.
"Bertha honey, hows about a big wet juicy kiss right between my legs?"
"On your balls, or on your cock?"
"On the balls first. Then on my dick."
"What do I get out of it?"
"A hefty portion of this!" I said, waving my prick.
"Fuck the hefty portion. I want it all!"
Then she got down and began licking my nuts and asshole. We often got into nutty conversations like that just to be able to communicate verbally as well as physically.
Her tongue was giving me one hell of a hard on. I pushed her gently over onto her ass and spread her legs from wall to wall. My lance was stiff and poised ... ready for the plunge. I penetrated her cunt with full force, shoving half my dick up her pussy on the first thrust.
Her legs just wrapped around my ass and pulled my cock in all the way. I fucked her with my motor going full throttle. All barricades inside were removed when I finally torpedoed a blast of jism up her piss hole that sent her ass across the room at least three feet, from the backlash!
While this was taking place, my two secretaries came into the room. Maggie, and a new one named Martha. They were as naked as Bertha and I.
"Join in, girls!" I yelled.
I didn't have to tell them twice. Martha was a cute dish with strongly pronounced lesbian tendencies. Tendencies hell! She was a lez! A tit sucking, cunt lapping, beautifully built lez!
So she climbed onto Bertha and went right for her furry pussy. Bertha spread her legs open so that Martha could get her head right up onto and into her hot snatch.
Maggie, in the meantime, had laid down alongside me and was rubbing her tits and cunt up against my bare flesh. I lay flat on the floor as she sat astride me and wrapped her cunt lips around my tall-standing cock. Then she bounced up and down, fucking me without me doing any of the work. My dick popped out of her hole just as I started to come and I shot a sticky load of jism all over her belly.
Later on we all got together and formed a new version of the old-fashioned daisy chain. We got in a position next to each other so that only an ass was sticking in our face. And we licked, tickled, played with and sucked that ass and asshole clean!
Switching around again, Martha and Maggie formed a sixty-nine and sucked each other off. Though Maggie wasn't a lezzie, she would eat an occasional twat just for the hell of it.
Bertha and I resumed fucking like two sex-starved minks. After we'd all gotten just about as much cock and pussy and ass as we could stand ... we came up for air.
But not until we had tried a four-decker sandwich, in which we had taken turns shifting our naked bodies from one layer of the sandwich to another. Thus, everyone got a little bit of something into one or more of their love holes!
At long last, my secretaries and my campaign manager and I got back to the job at hand. That of mapping my campaign strategy for the election.
We decided on a campaign poster showing a pretty girl holding one hand on my crotch and saying, "Have yourself a BALL. Vote for Hardy!"
Then we planned new ways to attract headlines in the newspapers. One way, we decided, would be for me to picket in front of the White House in the nude. Though I would probably be arrested, at least it would make the front pages.
By now I hope you can see that the entire purpose of my sex confessional is simply to solicit your support in my behalf. If you vote for me, all the sex laws will be up-dated. As it stands now, if you see a juicy young twat walking down the street, you don't dare approach her. At least, not with what's on your lustful mind.
You'd like to give her about six or seven stiff inches to remember you by. Chances are, she's dying to have those six or seven stiff ones shoved up there also. By you, or any other guy!
But no soap!
She has to pretend to be a lady ... and you'd BETTER be a gentleman, or take a chance on going to jail.
A vote for me will change all that shit. Guys and gals will be free to go out after all the cock or pussy they want. No restrictions!
Remember ... I've fucked my way through a full and happy life. Wouldn't you like to be a full time FUCKer also?
