Man's behavioral pattern is impossible to predict, therefore we have institutions where abnormal conditions in people are treated. Some authorities feel that there may be far more "abnormal" people on the outside than on the inside of these various institutions. Some of these individuals have spoken for us in the pages of this book.
"Man has trouble thinking straight and acting well," says Albert Ellis, Ph.D. It is no secret that much of the human race is neurotic. They thrive on the use of palliatives, seeking temporary relief from neurotic disturbances. These remedies can take many forms, from a simple changing of occupation to consuming drugs and indulging in frantic sex.
Sex is a basic need and a mutual relationship, though unfortunately many do not understand that force has no place in the act. Sex feelings are affected by fear, anger, and the dominant emotions.
The French say, "Vive la difference" in speaking of men and women. It is good to be different in most fields, but where is the line between differences and anti-social behavior? Sometimes it's unclear. Scientists are finding, as they delve deeper into all aspects of life and matter, that the rules seems to change, that the old, respected opinions do not always hold, that new and as yet unexplained factors crop up .. . and that, of course, is part of the excitement of life.
Difference of opinions, of thought, of anything, can mean progress. In the field we are discussing, all of us are different sexually. We are inhibited, promiscuous, fearful and overcome by various emotions such as shame. David Seabury (The Art of Selfishness) says, "Half of the sexual troubles trace back to the influence of parents upon the marriage partner in the premarital period."
Many men believe they must prove masculinity in bed, but few men are good and satisfying lovers until they have attained sexual maturity . . . emotional maturity. If the man is too reluctant or egotistic to seek professional aid in this respect, or blames someone else for his shortcomings, he is unhappy.
Some women love only as a reflection of the man. They respond, but do not offer. These women regard themselves as inadequate lovers. But they are not less interested in sex, as many suppose; they simply do not realize that sex should be a mutual experience. The French have a saying: "There are no frigid women, only inept men."
"There are many people who do not understand the opposite sex." (Paul Popenoe)
Men can be over-physical; women can make scenes. Fault-finding, bad temper, and blame-pointing destroys love. Love partners turn to others. Some, who do not know how to change themselves, find themselves moving from one experience to another, gathering desperation in the journey. Some of their souls are herein bared.
It is wise to prevent tragedy. It is the wise man who realizes his problems and does something about them. Professional help is essential in many cases, and does not necessarily take forever to afford relief. Sex problems, as we will see, can lead to unwanted consequences. We hope that this book will help prevent such situations in the future.
CHAPTER ONE
The Nude Painter
J. F. Hepner is a man of thirty-two, dark and lean, a truck driver by trade. He had been married and his wife had wandered off with someone while Hepner had been on a run. She had never returned but had sent him a mildly humorous card from a distant city. "Having a wonderful time, glad you're not here - " That sort of thing.
Hepner had taken it in stride and hadn't bothered to seek a divorce. After all, if he was married he couldn't make the mistake again, he rationalized. So as long as the distant wife didn't bug him or ask him for money he was content to forget her. "She wasn't the world's best lay anyhow," he said.
"I moved outta the apartment into a smaller one and sold a lot of our junk. I gave away some of the stuff she left behind, shoes and handbags and some of the frilly pillows. Then I found me a broad and we got drunk in the new joint. I screwed 'er till he couldn't walk to the potty an' pee."
For a time, this was Hepner's life. Working, finding a girl and getting drunk with her. Then he met Kitty. Kitty Dyer was shapely, dark, with flashing eyes and a taste for men.
Hepner said, "I took her home, with a bottle of whisky, and the first damn thing she done was to get my pants off and start suckin' my cock.
"I never had anybody swing on my joint like she did. She went after it like it was a baloney and she hadn't had no lunch. I didn't even get my pants off all the way. They were just pushed down to my ankles. She got up between my knees and went after it, suckin' and bobbing her head over it in a frenzy. Man, I tried to grab a handful of tits, but she had me humpin' and writhing so that I couldn't keep my mind on it.
"She blew me, making me gush like a garden hose. And she sopped it all up and just kept lickin' it and suckin' it till I sorta came outta the fog.
"Then she says, 'Now me, honey,' and she pulled her dress over her head and shook the titties at me and yanked her panties off. In about two seconds she jumped on the couch, straddled my face and rubbed her cunt on my mouth. So I stuck my tongue out and she fucked herself over it. That's just what she did - screwed herself over my tongue. I swear it. She was the hottest pussy I ever met.
"After that I laid her on the couch, sticking the meat in the regular way, and we had us a few more spasms."
Hepner and Kitty became a duo after that first date. She moved in with him and they lived as man and wife. Hepner was very pleased at the arrangement. He liked Kitty very much, and the necessity for finding girls and getting drunk with them was past. He drank less because he needed all his virility for Kitty.
But Kitty had a circle of friends.
Let's let Hepner tell about it: HEPNER: "Of course I didn't have no illusions about Kitty. Hell, I wasn't the first guy she had screwed or sucked off. No woman could get that expert the first few times. But I didn't ask her any questions and she didn't ask me any. She knew that I had a wife somewheres. She told me that she'd never been married.
"Anyhow, the two of us were just living in the same joint. She could move out anytime she wanted to and so could I. I figured that if she wanted to stay it was because she liked what I was pushing up her snatch. When I could get it out of her mouth.
"That's about all we did, sex it up. Sometimes we'd take in a movie and Kitty would hang onto my cock the whole time. She'd unzip me and put her hand inside. I'd always get hard as hell and sometimes' she'd lean down and grab a few licks. Sometimes in the middle of the picture she'd say, 'Let's get the hell outta here, honey - ' And then I knew she had hot pants. As soon as we'd get in the car she'd be down on it, suckin' it in a hurry. If there was nobody around she'd blow me off. Blooie! She could suck off a screwdriver.
"A couple times I got back from runs, overnight or a couple days, and she'd be like a live volcano. She'd be naked and horny. She would climb my frame and rock the whole damn building gettin' her jollies. She wanted it! If I was bushed, she'd do all the work, and be glad to. She'd wrap her silky legs around me and start that heavy humpin'. I could feel my cock getting eaten away inside her pussy, and then she'd bite my ears and whisper how much she missed me. I'd blow my wad just from her tongue lick-in' and kissing me.
"One night I got back from a run and she was in bed, sleeping. She woke up when I slid into bed with her, but just sort of cat-like. She cuddled up to me, all warm and purring. I slid a finger up into her snatch and found it slippery and jismy. She had just been boffed before I got in.
"Of course that shook me a little, but like I say, she was there because she wanted to be. I guess she wanted something I had. She was a sexpot and some other guys knew it too.
"One night we both got a little loaded from gin and she told me she knew a bunch of nudists. I was curious, so she told me a lot about them, how she used to go out in the sticks with them and run around naked and have parties and picnics and stuff. It sounded pretty fuckin' good to me. I said whyn't we do it?
"So, in about a week, she introduced me to this guy, Brownie. He came over to the apartment and we sat around and had a couple drinks. Brownie was a tanned, blond guy who knew Kitty pretty damn well, I could tell. I kept wondering if he was the guy who had been poundin' his goop up her slot.
"He was the leader of this particular bunch. He said he wanted to see me and talk to me before he'd let me come along on one of their 'suns.' That's what they called them, suns. He gave me the idea he was only doin' it because of Kitty.
"Well, I guess I passed, because in a little while we got an invitation to show up at Belly-button Beach - that's what they called it, no kidding.
"Kitty was all excited. She couldn't hide it. She said it was because she hadn't seen some of them for a long time, but I thought she was horny. She had been on the phone when she announced that we would pick up another couple and all go out to the beach together. Which was okay with me.
"So we picked them up; the next morning early. The guy was about my age and the gal was a cute little blonde package who gave me a very good eye when she slid into the back seat. Man, that eye said to me: 'Honey, let's you and I rub crotches.' That's what it said. Her name was Rita and his was Bob. They weren't married. They told dirty jokes all the way to the beach; the ones that Rita told would curl your hair. Kitty hung onto my hard cock all the way.
"There were eight couples when we got there, including Brownie and a hard-looking brunette who also gave me the eye.
"It was a great little beach, a private one with a barbed wire fence and big signs that said you would be prosecuted for trespassing and all that stuff. Brownie had the key and the okay from the owner. It was a curving bit of sand with big rocks at the ends and some reefs in the water. Brownie said to be careful if we swam, not to go out to the reefs because they'd cut your pussy. That's what he said. I began to get the idea that this was not a regular nudist outfit. I had read some articles about how the nudist camps were so damn careful and all, even kids were allowed.
"They were all wearing suits and dresses and pants when we arrived and were sort of milling around, having coffee and jabbering. So we piled out of the car and had some too. Then Kitty went around kissing all her old pals.
"I got my first red face when I went back to my car for cigarettes and saw that two people were fucking in the neighboring car. Some guy had a broad on the back seat, her legs were kicking in the air and he was pouring it to her. The car was rocking and she grinned at me over his shoulder. Man, I licked my lips - wanting a chunk of that. She was a very interesting redhead and had a wicked eye. I blew her a kiss.
"Pretty soon a few couples began to run around on the sand and toss a ball around. A couple guys put up a net so we played volleyball and watched the girls' titties bounce. When the first girl pulled off her bra and began to play topless I got hit in the kisser by the goddam ball. And then in a few minutes all the girls were running around with their tits hanging out.
"In a minute most of the guys were naked, cocks swinging, and then the girls stripped too. I had to go sit on the sand because I got a hard-on. I sat and lit a cigarette, and noticed that more than one of the guys here and there were sticking out too. One guy was chasing a gal up the beach, both of them bare ass naked. When he caught her they had a big, splashing struggle in the wading water and ended up with him on top of her, booting her with the waves flooding over them every minute or so. That didn't help my cock any.
"Then the cute blonde, Rita, came over and sat beside me, naked as a jay and grinning when she saw my dong.
" 'Ooo, that's cute,' she said, and before I could do anything, she reached over, grabbed it, and gave it a big squeeze. All the time she's looking around casually. I wanted to bite her tits. We had a cigarette together and talked, but she couldn't keep her hands off the cock.
"She came right out and said, 'It gets me hot to see guys naked - ' I told her if she was hot we might have to hose her down. She giggled. I think she tried to jack me off right there.
"Anyhow, I looked around and they had stopped playing ball. There didn't seem to be many people around. The two were still boffing in the surf way down the beach, but I couldn't see anyone else at all.
" 'They're prob'ly hiking,' Rita said. "There's lots of trails in the hills.' She indicated the hills that ringed the beach. I didn't see anybody up there. She pointed down the beach the other way. 'You wanna go down and see the caves?' "I said sure and so we went, me with a hard dong, and Rita brushing it all she could. Right at the end of the beach, where the sand ended, was a deep ditch that drained a sort of canyon from the hills. We went down it and up the other side. Steep. Rita went first with me close behind. But she couldn't go too fast up the steep side.
"Halfway up I slid my hands around her hips and stopped her, then pulled her back onto my spike. It was funny the way it happened. I stood there and just pulled her big bare ass toward me and watched my cock go up between her buttocks. It was a bulls-eye. The cock slid into her like a dagger into a pot of oysters. She was bent over a little, climbing the slope and the angle was just right. She looked over her shoulder at me with wide eyes and her mouth went round. By that time I was fucking it in deep and hard.
"She stayed that way, not moving, and let me hose her.
"Man, I gave it to her good! I got the first hump off and settled down a little, then I pushed her up the rest of the slope to a little grassy level place. She rolled away and turned over and I crawled between her legs in a hurry and the old prong dived into its hole. Man, we fucked like a couple of goats. I swear, smoke was coming out of her slit from the friction.
"Then we dragged ourselves down to the caves. They were a long, ragged, water-carved flock of grottos, big and little, about a half mile of them, she said. The cliff came right down to tine water, rocks and boulders strewn everywhere and crabs slinking around watching us. I had my cigarettes and matches slung around my neck so we stopped in one of the first caves and had a smoke. It was nice and cool; rock, solid rock, with a sandy floor. The ocean boomed so you couldn't hear a damn thing. The waves came crashing up only yards away and foamed and broke over the boulders outside. It was great!
"We went to the next cave and found that it and about a dozen more were all connected like a lot of rooms with little plots of sand here and there. We picked our naked way along the rocks and pebbles at the edge of the breaking waves and got blasted with plenty of spray. Rita almost got caught by a big white wave that surged in and broke so she was up to her tits in foaming water. I yanked her back and she came charging into my arms, legs wide and wrapped around me. My cock couldn't stand it. It got all bothered and rose up like those goddam waves and in a second it slides up inside her again. She says, 'Cripes!' and we're fucking all of a sudden.
"In the middle of this, I looked around and saw another couple in the cave just to our right. Neither of them had seen us because of the sound of the sea. They were facing away from us, the guy on top, screwing like crazy. I pointed them out to Rita and she giggled. The guy was her boyfriend, Bob.
"I took my ding-dong out of her and we went past them to the next cave. Rita kept getting in front of me and rubbing her butt on my cock. We couldn't walk like that very well on account of the rocks and boulders - I'd get it in her and it would slip out. She got very hot for it; she said I was teasing her.
"Then, as I was trying to climb around a wet boulder that was big as a house, she was squirming at my thighs and damn if she didn't get my cock caught in her mouth and start chewing it. She was so hot she wanted it any ole way she could get it. I was plenty hot, too, and the old gun was cocked and ready to go off. She was playing with the goddam trigger.
"Well, you know what happens when you yank on a tight trigger. The gun shoots. Man, I shot my wad like a gusher. And then, just as it filled her mouth and started leaking out the sides, the other couple showed up. All I could do was stand there and hold onto the fuckin' rock and pant. I was writhing and jerking and Rita was sucking it up and gobbling like it was strawberry punch. She didn't see them at all. The other girl is giggling, but we can't hear her on account of the waves crashing and roaring just on the other side of the rock. Bob is staring at his girlfriend and I can't do anything but shrug. Hell, he should still be screwing her. The other girl, I mean.
"She is pretty cute, too. You can't hide nothing naked. She had enough for a bunch, lots of tits and a lovely round ass. She was pretty too, kind of a small, round face, the innocent kind, you know. With Bob's jism dribbling down her leg.
"Then Rita looked at me and around at them. And I didn't know what the hell she was going to do. The wave noise sort of died down for a couple minutes. Then Rita smiled at them and flipped my wet cock up and down.
" ' Y'wanna bite?' she asked.
"The other girl snickered and came over close. Bob said, 'This's Mary Lou.' He introduced us just like we were in a Irving room having a drink. He had a hard cock the whole time.
"Rita reached out and held onto the prick and said, sweet as honey on a red nipple, "This's my boyfriend - ' And she pulled Bob - by the cock - around the corner of the rock and they disappeared. I looked at Mary Lou and shrugged and she shrugged back. Then I pulled her over close and she rubbed herself on me, satiny as hell, and we kissed a couple of tunes and the pecker stood up and pushed at her. She giggled and reached for it. Man, I turned her around and put her ass against the boulder, spread her legs and she guided the weenie. I was screwing her in a second. Whammo, like a machine gun.
"Well, jeez, I liked her a lot. She was tight and she had a revolving ass that was greased and wicked. She could wiggle in seventy directions at once and squeeze my prick all at the same time. It was a lesson in screwery.
"And her looking so goddam innocent. She made me pop the wad again, and then we staggered off to find a nice cozy cave where we could he down and have a cigarette and recover. I had to recover. She was ready to go again any time. She put my head in her lap and fed me sweet-tasting titty for a while, and damn if I didn't go off to sleep.
"I woke up, I don't know how long afterwards, and didn't hear a thing but the roaring waves like always. But when I turned my head, Mary Lou was still there, only she had a guy on top of her, pronging her like there was no fucking tomorrow. The guy was Brownie. He was going at it something fierce.
"It kind of annoyed me, him coming in and screwing her, but what the hell, it seemed to be that kind of a party. So I didn't do nothing, just laid there and watched them go at it. Mary Lou's eyes were closed, but you could tell she was digging the scene. She loved every thrust. I got to wondering where Kitty was - man, she must be soaking up the jism somewheres.
"So anyhow, I drifted off to sleep again. I guess I needed it, that nap. I woke up, it seemed like only a couple of minutes, to a lot of giggling and somebody was feeling me. I opened my eyes seeing another guy on top of Mary Lou and a girl sitting by me. There was another couple swapping a bottle back and forth on the other side of the screwers. I didn't know any of them. I looked down at the girl by me; she was a bright-eyed blonde and she had a stranglehold on my cock.
" 'Hi, honey,' she said. She gave me a big smile and a lot of cock squeezing. Then she bent down and kissed the end of the dong. Man, we were pals! The thing got hard for her. "Mary Lou saw that I was awake and smiled at me, reaching out and patting me. The guy was ramming it into her, making her rock back and forth. He was a slim, athletic-looking guy. He had his head down in her neck and he wasn't paying any attention to the rest of us. The blonde scooched down and worked my cock between her lips, masturbating it with lips and tongue. Wow! It made me writhe and twist.
"The other couple, on the far side of Mary Lou and this guy, were screwing hard and fast.
Her knees were up in the air and she was grabbing the guy's ass and pulling on him to get him in deeper.
"The blonde sucked me off. Jeez, I couldn't hold it back. She was good. Man, she was good. And she watched me the whole time, bird bright eyes. A lot of dames don't want you to watch them blow you, but this one didn't give a shit. I was gritting my teeth, staring at her when the load went spurting out, and she just gulped it down, milking the old weenie, calm as hell. And winking at me as she swallowed it. Some dame!
"After a while she came up and we shared a cigarette. She told me her name was Bobbie and that her husband was screwing Mary Lou. She had a smooth, silky skin like tanned gold and her hair was down to her shoulders, flowing over her in a real sexy way. Man, I get horny for a long-haired broad. I slid my hand down her thighs and she opened them so I could tickle her on the pussy. She laid there, on my chest, looking into my eyes, licking at my lips, and I jacked her off. I fingered her over the edge and she came in a real writhing, jerking convulsion.
"And about the time she came out of it, she nuzzled me and said, 'Do it again, honey - ' She liked being jazzed.
"While we were doing this, the other two guys traded off, swapping Mary Lou and the other cunt. Mary Lou was like a kid with too much candy. Licking her chops almost. She was sure getting the boffing.
"But we straggled out of there late in the afternoon, all of us hungry. Bobbie had been feeding on cock, but jism isn't enough to live on. Anyway, we went back to the cars and got some food. Kitty was there, fixing coffee and sandwiches with guys staring at her ass. She gave me a cup of Java and came over and sat on my lap while I drank it and petted me a little. She could see that I had been using the pecker pretty hard.
"While I was drinking the coffee I saw Brownie take Mary Lou over behind the cars and lay her on a mat in the shade. He laid her good.
"Some of the guys and gals had some paints out and began to paint each other. I never saw anybody do that before. They had some kind of water paint that would come right off.
"One of the guys yelled at Kitty and she ran over and they began to paint her too. I sat down and watched. The guy painted her tits to look like big eyes, and then he made arrows of various colors pointing to her cunt, When he put the paintbrush up in her pussy she wriggled like a belly dancer.
"Bobbie came over and she wanted to be painted. So I painted her. Man, I liked it. It was fun to paint a naked broad. I got red and yellows and blues all over her, circles and lines and patches. And when I jazzed her with the end of the brush she took off. She loved that. So I sat down in front of her and painted her cunt with the brush till she had an orgasm. By then everybody was watching and egging me on - and her. Bobbie's husband went around her and held her up so she wouldn't fall down in the orgasm - and I kept on diddling her pussy.
"Kitty had a brush and went around painting guy's cocks and then sitting on them. She had paint up her cunt a yard deep.
"So that was a good scene. We got home about three in the AM, not quite sober. Me and Kitty rode with Bobbie and her husband, Dick . . . they came with us in the back seat. I watched her blow him in the rear view.
"They only lived a couple blocks from our pad. They told us to come up anytime. We told them the same thing. And then the first time I was on a late run I came home to find Dick in bed with Kitty.
"I was bushed or I would have gone to see Bobbie, but I just flopped on the couch and dropped off ... to the music of the bedsprings.
"My first day off I went out and got some paint and stuff and painted Kitty again. That turned me on, painting her naked and wriggling body. I painted 'fuck' all over her. She came and laid on me while it was still wet and I had a mirror-image 'fuck' all over me. And then we smeared it.
"Then I painted her and rolled her on some paper. It came out great. So I hung up the pictures, thumbtacked them all over the joint.
"Bobbie showed up one afternoon, so I painted both of them, her and Kitty. Then they painted me and we rolled on the paper while we were screwing - that made a great picture! We put it in the living room - you really couldn't tell what the hell was happening, of course, but we knew.
"Of course we got paint all over the damn walls too. We got a little excited now and then and I humped both of them a few times up against the walls.
"Kitty was just as good a cocksucker as Bobbie and just as hot for it, so I got my weenie almost wore off. Between the two of them, I was milked damn near dry. And we filled all the walls with the paintings on paper or directly on the walls. We even put them on the ceilings.
"That was my hobby. Painting naked girls."
CHAPTER TWO
The Married Homosexuals
Society is becoming more permissive. It appears that old puritan ideas are rapidly disappearing in most of the so-called civilized centers of the world. Even in India the movie kiss is being discussed and might soon be allowed . . . if it is an essential part of the story.
In many parts of the world homosexuals are no longer persecuted. We in the United States may see the day when the laws are abolished and consenting adults may do as they please behind closed doors.
One of the subterfuges, as everyone knows, is for homosexuals to marry, homo to lesbian, and then invite their friends to "call."
Letty and Sumner Robbins were such a couple.
"We had known each other for a long time," Letty told us, "me and Sumner. He's a TV and they were always givin' him hell about his clothes. You know, in some places if a guy has got girl's clothes in the closet, hell, that's evidence."
Letty had had her own problems, perhaps a set of too-curious neighbors, a too-bold girlfriend - and she had been forced to move from here to there, always seeking peace.
"We got together at a party one time," Sumner said, "and decided we could beat it maybe if we both got married - to each other."
The marriage apparently did solve some of the problems. But, being an unnatural coupling, it also stimulated others. Sumner Robbins tells of some of the escapades in which he took part. He is a slight young man, blond and effeminate. He does not lisp, but speaks in a very affected way, especially when dressed in woman's clothes - which he does as often as possible. He tries to pass as "real."
Letty is not a masculine-appearing girl. She is slightly stout, not fat, with large breasts. She has rather straight black hair which frames an intelligent, loving face. She is very affectionate. She is able to play either part, aggressive or passive, with another girl. Sumner, on the other hand, is almost totally one-sided.
Let us listen to Sumner: SUMNER ROBBINS: "You know what I am, huh? Well, I have to have a real guy, you know that - none of these fairies or anything. I want a guy with muscles. A guy who isn't a fag at all if I can find one. Of course that's the hard way to go. You have to fool them - and it isn't easy because when a real guy gets the prong up then he wants to fuck you, y'know. So mostly you have to settle for somebody who knows. But you're always trying.
"That's where Letty and I worked out a deal. And I never could have done it that well unless we'd been married. I guess I couldn't - I never did. Anyway we tried it a few times with certain guys. You can't do it with just anyone.
We went to a bar, not a gay one, you know, a real bar. And when Letty is fixed up she's a real great-looking cunt. The straights go for her. You don't blame 'em.
"So I'm in drag and she picks up a guy. The first time we did it together it worked slick. She went out with the guy, outside - and I met them out there. Man, he was a real nice chunk! I coulda pissed my pants just wanting to grab him. Anyway, Letty tells this guy that I'm her best girlfriend and that we're pretty damn close. The guy is a little wigged anyway by this time and Letty whispers that all three of us could maybe make it.
"He had a car, this guy, and we all went down the street to it and got in. He said his name was Bill. And he wanted to feel my tits. He sure tried to grab 'em. It was dark as hell in the back seat. We got in, Letty on one side of him and me on the other. Of course I know that Letty doesn't want any part of this cat, but she lets him feel her tits and I guess she grits her teeth, huh?
"Anyway I sure go for the guy's pants and I work up his leg and then when I unzipped him he was hard as a baseball bat up your ass. I slipped down between his knees so he couldn't grab my crotch, and then I went down on him with all I had. Man, I sucked him silly! It was wonderful.
"He was moaning and rocking the car when I blew him. He was so humpy he let go of Letty. I made it last as long as I dared - Letty told me afterwards that she thought I was gonna eat it off. Anyway, I got the wad, and that's what I come for.
"He wanted us to stick around, 'Lemme rest a sec, then I'm gonna fuck the both of you - ' "But we scrammed while he was still twitching. He could of called a cop if he'd grabbed my peter. And it was hard.
"The two of us got a few sailors that way too. They love to get blowed. It was hard sometimes to keep them from scragging both of us, because the young guys can get a couple hard-ons in a row. They don't mind getting sucked off the first game, but they want to ram it in for the next one. Letty almost got screwed a couple times before I could get the guys to lemme have it one more time.
"I tried to do the same thing for her, but it didn't work too good. She got in drag, shirt and pants, but she didn't look like a guy, not with those tits. We only found one girl who would let her eat the pussy pie. And the cunt complained about me because I couldn't keep the dong hard.
"So we usually ended up with our own crowd.
"We got a pretty good apartment in a nice neighborhood. We went out of our way not to make any friends in the building, so nobody would drop in. Gawd, we didn't want that. We had two bedrooms and she didn't mind us sharing the bath in the mornings when we were in a hurry. The only thing was, that Letty used to stand at the basin, stark naked and wriggle her damn fanny at me and tell me to go ahead and have one. She giggles sometimes. I wonder what she'd do if I ever stuck it in her? Well, I couldn't keep it hard. I guess she knows that.
"I have two steadies, Nate and Johnny. They aren't straight, of course, but what the hell, what can you do? They know about each other and we're all good friends. But I'm not in love with either of them. I'm looking, though. I think I like Nate a little the best. Why? I guess he's more - well, masculine.
"I met Johnny first, at a party. I thought he was straight, but then I found out that he knew I wasn't real because he took me into a bedroom and groped me before I could prevent it. Then, when I blew him, he played with my cock the whole time. He took me home with him that night and I stayed three days and sucked him off thirty-seven times.
"One night we both got drunk and wound up on the bed in a wicked sixty-nine. That was the first time Johnny gobbled me. He had shoved it up my ass, but he hadn't sucked me off. After that he did it a lot."
LETTY ROBBINS: "About the time Sumner and I were married, I fell in love. She was Adela, a beautiful brunette I had met at one of Johnny's parties.
"Adela was fragile, tiny, and so lovely. I just couldn't get her out of my mind. When I went to the party Johnny took me aside and told me that Adela was coming and that I'd piss my panties when I saw her. 'She's a dream, dollie,' he said, 'a real dream.' '"Is she my kind?' "He leered at me like Johnny can leer. 'She lived with Marge the Mouth for a year!"
"I found out later that she had lived with Marge for only a couple of weeks - but that made her unstraight. When I saw her, I fell hard. Johnny had said that she was looking - and so was I. He introduced us and went off someplace with Sumner. I took Adela into the den and we talked, drank gin and tonic, talked some more, and when I finally kissed her she opened up like a flower. I laid her on the couch and made love to her beautiful little cunt for hours. It was a lovely experience.
"She came and stayed with me for several weeks at a time, and kept house. She lived with her grandparents, or at least in a house that belonged to them, and they had raised her. She was only eighteen. This was in the summer when school was out.
"At night I would undress her and kiss her all over, beginning with her toes and working up. It was really heaven making love to her. She appreciated it so much. Whenever she orgasmed, so did I - I loved her so much.
"Adela caused the first trouble between me and Sumner though. One night, at a small party, I caught Nate and Adela in the bathroom together. I thought Adela was taking a long time, so I went in to see what was wrong - she wasn't having a period or anything. And of course she was a little pie-eyed. But Nate was sitting on the toilet and had pulled her down, straddling his lap and was working his damn cock in her when I opened the door.
"Adela screamed - and I yelped - and Nate got the hell out of there fast. Sumner came running in wanting to know who was being killed, and then he laughed when I told him what had happened. That was a terrible thing to do, laugh."
CHAPTER THREE
The Hitchhiker Prostitutes come in all shapes, sizes and colors, male and female. Mickey Hines, when we knew him, made his living from sex and thus must be classified as a male whore. However, for the record, we note that Mickey always protesting that he was not a homosexual. "I let 'em do it to me," he said, "but it was only for dough. You know what I mean?"
Mickey got into the sex-for-money dodge by accident. He was fifteen at the time. "Large for my age." His parents were living in a suburb of Cleveland and he had been on a summer vacation with several friends, camping out. When it came time to return home, Mickey found that he had almost no money for bus fare. With a casual shrug, he decided to hitch back. It was a two hundred mile trip.
Let him tell it: MICKEY HINES: "I had one of them little overnight bags with my socks and a couple of shirts and toothbrush, you know. I threw away the stuff I'd picked up on the camping trip so I could travel light. Anyhow, I went out to the highway and got a ride in about ten minutes. The first guy let me out in about five miles and I had to wait a while to get the next one. This one was the guy who showed me how to make it.
"His name, he told me, was Rodell, or Rod for short. He was alone and was going all the way to Cleveland. Man, I figured I was lucky. He was a tall guy, bigger than me. I'm about five feet nine and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. He was bigger. I'm sort of light, not blond, but real light brown hair. Rod was real dark, almost black hair and black eyes and a kind of sallow skin.
"He picked me up, told me to toss the bag in the back seat and gave me a cigarette. Then, about the time I light it up, he says, 'Hey, what kinda prick you got, kid?' "Sure, it shakes me a little bit. Rod's hand comes over and pats my thigh and in about a second he is reaching for my cock. He isn't kidding either. 'C'mon,' he says, 'lemme yank it for you -' "Man, it's getting dark and I want that ride all the way to Cleveland. I guess that was my downfall, like they say. I let Rod get his hand around my dong. In two minutes he's got it hard as a rake handle.
" 'Hey, I bet that feels good, huh?' He looks at me, jazzing me all the time. He is making me squirm.
" 'Yeah,' I tell him. 'It feels good.' So about then I unfasten my belt and unzip my pants and let him get hold of it naked. Rod likes that a lot. His hand plays around with it, pressing my balls and feeling them and smacking his lips.
" 'Balls, you got a hunk of meat, boy."
"I can see the bulge in his pants. He's got a hunk of meat, too. He sees me looking at it and tells me to go ahead and grab it. Well, I'm sitting awful close to him by then so I just reach across and hold onto it. He is hard as steel, just like mine.
" 'Take it out,' he says. So I unzip him and in a sec I'm holding onto a nice big, warm pecker and the two of us grin at each other and skin 'em down and riddle with them.
" 'Hey, man,' Rod says, 'that's the way to pass the goddam time, play with your cock. You like to jack off?' " 'I don't do it much.' " 'Horseshit, everybody does it,' Rod says. He's doing it to me and I'm doing it to him. But it's not so damn unfamiliar because one of the guys I was camping out with was a hot cock. There were three of us and the third guy never did know what us two were doing. As a matter of fact, this sonofabitch rolled up behind me the first night we were sleeping out and jazzed my cock while I was still snoring. I woke up horny as hell and he jacked me off - and then he got me to do it to him. After that we masturbated each other every damn night and a couple of times in a pool. Once he tried to get his prick up my ass.
"Well, so I was a little used to handling another guy's weenie. Me and Rod sit there while he's driving and play with each other for quite a little time. By that time it's dark and Rod tells me to take my pants off and toss 'em in the back, so I do.
" 'Hey, kid, how's about suckin' me off?' "That shakes me, too. I wasn't ready for it. 'Hell no -' '"Why not? Ill do it t'you.' " 'I never sucked on a guy.' "He grins at me. 'You'll like it, baby. Come on, lick it a little -' " 'I think I'll pass.' " 'Oh shit, come on. I won't come in your mouth.' " 'I d'wanna.' "That cools him a little. He gets a little glum. We're still playing with the ding-dongs, but he don't like me quite as much, I can tell. And he spends a lot of time trying to convince me to go down on him. I don't know what I would have done if he had said I had to do it or get out. But I didn't have to make the decision. After a little bit he pulled the car off the road and killed the engine.
"Then he went down on me. I just sat there and let him eat it. I'd have girls suck on me, a few, and once I had paid a whore to blow me. That had been down at a beach in Jersey. This dame picked me up on a boardwalk of one of those little towns, offering me a 'nice blow job, honey,' for five bucks. She had been all right - only, when I came, she spit it out.
"But Rod was a real weenie eater. I was surprised as hell at the way he went after it. I was surprised at how hot he was. Man, he was hornier than me - but I guess he was male horny. I was just hot because of what we were doing, because I'm not a real homosexual, you know.
" 'Come on,' he hissed at me, squeezing it and milking it and sucking it hard and fast. 'Come on, let it blow, kid, let it shoot.' He was kneading my balls and trying to stick his finger up my asshole. I tried to keep him from doing that, but it was impossible. He had me by the dong and had me weakening fast. Pretty soon he had an inch up me and then it was up to the second knuckle. I had to gulp and wriggle. Nothing else I could do.
"So he sucked me off. Man, I shot it, a whole goop-load down his throat. That fuggin' Rod gobbled it up like custard pudding, milking my prick to get every damn drop and sucking it harder than any dame had ever done it. He got my wad all right. He had both hands around me, holding me around the ass so I couldn't get away. I'll swear I had half my prick down his throat, fuckin' it in as crazy as I could go and him hissing through his nose and gulping it. The car smelled of jism, and, man, it felt good!
"And he kept on sucking on it, long after I had shot. Long after it got half-hard. And he was jazzing himself at the same time. 'I d'wanna come, just keepin' it interested,' he said, looking up at me. 'You're gonna blow me now, huh?' "I told him again I didn't want to.
" T sucked you, dammit!' " 'But you wanted to, for crissakes. I didn't say I'd do the same thing -' "So he got up and sat beside me on the seat and then pushed out of his pants and kept jazzing his cock. So I felt sorry for him and reached over and began diddling him and skinning it up and down. It sure was hard. I don't see how he'd kept from shooting that load.
"He said, 'Lemme stick it up your butt - ' "When I said 'no' he got sore. We had a little wrestling match then, him trying to get his prick in my face. The fucker just wouldn't believe I wouldn't blow him. And the wrestling, got me hard again. Then Rod wanted us to get in the back seat and blow each other at the same time. Sixty-nine. 'Ever'body does it - ' "Finally he offered me five bucks to suck him off.
"And while he's offering, he's down in front of me, licking my prick, telling me how good it is. He's got me all horny again, dying to shoot another wad.
"And five bucks seemed like a lot of dough to me at the time. I was only fifteen, you know. He kept offering me the five, and I kept thinking about it and feeling his mouth around my dick. He sure seemed to like it - what the hell, why shouldn't I do it for the dough? I didn't have to go fruit; I could just do it for the money. So I said I'd do it if I didn't have to swallow the wad. And we argued about that for a while. 'How the hell can you blow a guy without gobbling it?' "I said I'd spit it out, remembering the dame at the beach. He said I had to swallow it, that it tasted okay, that I'd like it better, and all that kind of stuff. I finally said okay and he gave me the money.
"Then he got me to lay down on the seat. He straddled my chest, put his cock between my lips, and damn if he didn't start to fuck it in. He held my head and just fucked me in the mouth. He was so goddam hot it only took him a couple minutes to unload. All of a sudden I had a mouthful of warm jism and his cock was spitting and spurting and I damn near choked on the slimy stuff. How the hell I got it down I dunno. Man, I just slurped it down as fast as I could go. I would have drowned in it otherwise.
"Well, it wasn't bad. I was familiar with the smell, because his jism smelled just like mine. It had a kind of acrid taste, but not bad. I didn't have any trouble after the first splat of it jerked out of the end of that prick. As a matter of fact, I sure surprised myself at how I was able to lick the damn wet thing and suck it all up and act like I was an old homo. Rod was pleased as hell. Man, he complimented me and everything. 'A helluva a good blow job, kiddo. You're a natural born cocksucker.' "I didn't like that. I'm not a Gocksucker; I just do it for dough.
"So we had a couple of cigarettes and then he talked me into getting in the back seat and going into a nice hot sixty-nine. If anybody had told me that morning that I would wind up that night in the back seat of some guy's car, sucking his dick as hard as I could go, I'd have told him he was crazy. But that's what I did. For the five bucks, of course.
"The second time Rod came in my mouth I was ready for it and I was able to handle it smoother. We blew our loads one after the other, him first, then me. I gulped it down like an old pro this time and milked him just like he did to me. He told me I was great. It wasn't bad.
"Then we smoked a little bit before Rod got behind the wheel and drove on - with me curled up in his lap, nursing on his prick. I guess I sucked that sonofabitch for sixty miles that night. He sure got his five buck's worth.
"And before we got home he pulled off the road again and we had another argument. He wanted to stick it up my ass - even had a bottle of vaseline to use. Jeez, I told him I'd sucked him off two or three times, what the hell did he want? The truth was, I had never been buggered and I was a little scared of it.
"I think Rod got the idea because after a while he said he'd take it real nice and easy - and then he give me another five bucks. Finally I said okay.
"I watched him grease up his old prick and he oozed a goopy ringer up my ass, then turned me around. Man, I sure was goosey about it! When I felt his dick push at me, I almost yelled. But he did it easy. He oozed it in as nice as you please, real gentle. It felt as big as a goddam axe handle, but I just gritted my teeth and let him ream me. I was just doing it for the dough.
"Well, it took him about five minutes to sink it in all the way. It felt like a telephone pole up my butt. He was working it in and out, real smooth, playing with my cock and balls at the same time to take my mind off the main works. He said I could hump him when he finished.
"It didn't take him long. He was hot and hard and horny as a goat. He wrapped himself around me and just plain-old rucked me in the pooper. No kidding, that's what it was. And when he shot his wad it seemed to tickle. Man, he went bananas! He pounded my butt and hosed me and squeezed me like he was half nuts, panting and wheezing. Jeez, he had a big one!
"And he kept it up. I dunno how long he was fucking it up me - it seemed like an hour. He just couldn't get enough. And me hard as hell. He had me almost screaming for mercy.
"Finally he pulled it out, turned me over, and went down on it. I thought I was gonna screw his ass, but he was too hot. He sucked me off again in jig time. I couldn't hold it. Just blooie! And him sucking like a fool.
"Well, Rod was the first one. He sure taught me a lot. I got home fine and I had ten bucks more than I had started with.
"It got me to thinking. Maybe that was a way to make a few fast ones. My folks hardly ever gave me dough; they didn't have much to give. I had to work for what I spent.
"So the first weekend I was home, I got out on the highway and jabbed the air with my thumb. I got a ride in about a half hour. But the guy was an old bird, skinny as a ball point pen and giggly. Jeez, he was giggling and snickering as soon as I got in the damn car. And then he wanted to pinch my legs. He was a goosey one, all right. That's when I learned a lesson. I didn't say nothing, waiting for him to make the first move. But he didn't.
"I finally got out of the car knowing damn well that guy was just itching to swing on my joint.
"I got two or three more rides before I got another hot one. I was getting so I could spot them. I dunno how, but there was a certain look to them if they wanted to get their hands on you. And I was a nice piece of meat.
"This second guy was young and fat. He was twice as big as me, round and lumpy. His fingers were fat little things and he had cheeks that wiggled when he talked. But he was hot and eager. He didn't grab at my cock, so I just sort of slid over close to him and he give me a real knowing look.
" 'You can have it for five bucks,' I said to him and he gulped. Man, he gulped - and his eyes were shining. He sure did want it! He had his hand in my lap feeling for my weenie in a split second. His fat little fingers were patting it and kneading it like dough.
" 'God, I haven't got that much,' he said.
" 'Lemme out,' I told him and took his hand off it.
So he groaned and pulled the car off the road to a side road and parked. Then he got five clams out of his wallet in a hurry. I unzipped and pulled my cock out and he squealed like a girl and dived at it He wadded himself into a ball between my knees and sucked on that prick so hard and fast I had a hell of a time keeping from coming too fast. I wanted him to get his money's worth. Sure I did.
"He was funny, this guy. Man, he even sucked harder than Rod had. And he sort of whimpered and moaned while he was doing it. He got me wedged into a corner of the seat and I couldn't have got out no matter what. He was too goddam big. He took up all the space in the damn car. And, man, he sucked me off and gulped it all up, smacking his fat lips and giggling like a girl - and still he kept on sucking it. I tried to get the hell out, but I couldn't move.
"I beat him on the head and he just bit my cock and glared at me. So I stopped hitting him. I had to let him go and do what he wanted. I swore to myself I'd never proposition a fat guy like him again.
"It took me over an hour to get away from him. And he drained me. Man, he really did. My cock was sore from his sucking so hard.
"So I bummed my way home again. One of the people who gave me a ride was a dame who sure eyed me a lot. But I didn't make any passes at her. I was all out of jism.
"The next time I bummed was better. I had done a lot of thinking about it in the meantime, so when I got out on the highway I was careful about how I stood - sort of pushing my crotch out, you know what I mean? I was looking for a certain kind of guy; the kind who would pay to lick my dong - and I figured he'd be on the lookout for me.
"That next day I hit four times. One after another. It was luck or something. The first Joe let me in his car, grinned at me in a nice evil way and say, "Gawd, I could just eat you up!" Then he wanted to paw me. I held him off long enough to make a deal. He didn't want to pay, but I told him no dough, no pecker. I made three bucks for a fast suck-off at the side of the road.
"The second guy wanted to ream me but I was scared to let him do it in broad daylight. I jacked him off and let him play with me. The third guy was so hot he blew his load in about five minutes. Then he sucked me but didn't blow me. The last guy gave me seven bucks and pulled my cock out, and his, and played with both of them while I steered the goddam car. Finally he ran down a side road, parked, and stripped the pants off me. I was afraid he'd get violent so I had to let him get behind me. Man, he buggered me like a maniac. He shot two loads up my ass and jacked me off while he was doing it. He sure was a crazy one.
"After he got the hots cooled down, we had a smoke and he licked on my pecker and told me he'd just had a fight with his boy friend and was hotter than hell. He asked me to go home and spend the night with him - which I was tempted to do. He offered me ten bucks, a good meal, and all the hosing I could take.
"This guy was another 'first' for me. He sucked me hard again and then he wanted me to boot him. I finally did. He sat on the seat with his legs up and I got in front of him and put the weenie into his tight little rosebud. We greased it good and it oozed into him like it knew where it was going. He grinned at me and clamped down with his sphincter and squeezed me real pretty.
" 'No damn girl's cunt is ever that nice'n tight,' he said. And I had to agree with him. I never had been in one that was. I shoved it into him to the hair and then just fucked it in and out as smooth as velvet. 'Oooo, baby, that is the livin' end,' he said. 'I just love t'get peckered.' "And while I'm booting him he is playing with himself, jazzing his cock right there in front of me. About the time I squirted up his ass, he jacked off and caught the goop in a tissue.
"I made eighteen bucks that day. I was so pleased that during the following week I hitchhiked around town after school hours. But I only made a couple of bucks. I got rides with guys who were willing to play weenie, but they wouldn't pay. One night I got a ride with an older man. He gave me a couple of bucks to handle his cock while we drove around. Then he parked the car and jacked off. He didn't want me to do it, he did it himself and had me cup my hands and catch the jism. Then he licked it up out of my hands. He was a weirdo, that one.
"Then I got cured of hitching in town after dark. Two guys picked me up and they pulled me into the car, making me sit between them. Then I saw that both of them had their pricks out and they were hard as hell. They were grinning like a couple of he-cats. The driver says to me, 'Strip off the pants, baby -' "I asked them if they wanted to pay me for a little fun and they laughed like hell. Then they clipped me a time or two and told me to hurry up; I got out of my pants with my head hurting. They were tough. The driver's name was Benny and the other one was Jack. They looked like brothers, skinny and narrow-faced, and kind of snarly when they talked. Jack jazzed my cock and Benny grabbed my balls. Then Jack told me to suck him.
"I didn't take any chances with them getting tough again. I got right down in front of Jack and opened my mouth and he shoved it half down my throat. I gave him my best blow technique and he loved it!
"'Oh, shit! This guy is a real cocksucker!' Jack yelled. He was wriggling on the seat like he had ants in his pants.
"Benny shouts that he wants some too. Jack tried to blow his load all over my tonsils, but Benny yanks at me, and finally Jack lets me go. So I move over to Benny's lap and lick him and Jack's hands are all over my ass.
" 'Stop the car,' Jack says, 'I'm gonna fuck this baby in the butt.' "Benny drives down a dark street and turns in somewhere and kills the engine. It is dark as hell, but I'm still eating his prick. Then Jack lifts me off it - they are both stronger than me - and the two of them wrestle me into the back seat so the steering wheel is outta the way. The two of them are snickering and hissing and giggling and hotter than a couple of ovens baking pizza. Somehow Benny is on his back on the seat, pulling me on top, and Jack is glued to my butt. Man, I feel his big long pecker slide up into me and my cock is in Benny's mouth and I'm falling on top of his. We are sixty-nining in a second and Jack is reaming me like there ain't any tomorrow. It is squirmsville.
"I never had anybody ram me in the butt as hard and fast as Jack did. But that's what I mean by a lesson. I never got a dime out of them, but I sure got sore. Both of them reamed me out. They did it till they were so soft they couldn't keep 'em hard. So I got a chance to get away. They were so pooped from pumping me they didn't chase me far. I grabbed my pants and ducked away in the dark.
"Well, I kept up the hitchhiking dodge for a couple years. It sure paid off - I mean in dough. I didn't get.a kick out of it, I mean not real kicks, you know. I'm not a damn homo."
CHAPTER FOUR
The Chain Gang Bang Not so long ago there were such things as chain gangs. Men were hobbled with iron collars and chained together like animals and sent out to work. This is a part of history now, but it once prevailed even though its existence and conditions were usually concealed from the public eye.
Many accounts have been told of chain gangs since the sensational Paul Muni movies of several decades ago. Here we have a short account of its sexual side. It has been edited and reworded, of course, but the essentials remain. In every prison or in every place where men are forced to live in close confinement under trying conditions, sex is a major outlet.
This is an account by Joseph Barthel. He was sent to the work gang and served a total of seven and a half years before pneumonia put him in the hospital and off the gang.
Here is the account: JOSEPH BARTHEL: "I thought I was pretty tough." I could handle a gun and a knife and I've had my share of bloody fights when I was a youngin. My pap always said, 'Let 'em git on top of ye, and then git to cuttin'.' But anyways, you want to hear about the gang.
"I was sent to a little town not far from the state capital. There a big deputy took me and one other man in his car and drove us to the camp. The deputy prodded me and the other man, Dave, into a hut and told us to strip. He stood there and watched us get naked. When we were bare-assed, he took our clothes away and come over and gave us black and white striped pants and shirts. No shoes. He told us to get dressed.
"Then he took us to an outdoor blacksmith shop and the blacksmith welded on an iron collar around each ankle. On the left foot there was a spur or spike on the inside which digged into me every step. He connected the collars with a chain so I was hobbled good. Dave the same.
"Then they put us in a hot, sort of a barracks. We sat there for an hour then another prisoner came and got us and took us to the Boss-man's office. It was a clapboard, tar-papered building, but a lot better than the barrack shed. The Boss-man was a deputy too, I guess, but they called him Warden. He was big and tough-looking, with a black moustache and false teeth that clicked as he talked. He told us to do our work and not cause no trouble and we'd be fine. 'Okay, take 'em back, Bimey.' "Birney was skinny and dark as a tar bucket and wiry strong. He looked to be about thirty, but it was hard to tell. He assigned us bunks in the barrack shed and give us both a blanket but no pillow. 'I'm a trusty,' he told us. 'You treat me right an' I'll treat you right. Maybe git you a extra spud now'n then.' "I ast him what he meant, treat him right? Hell, I was a chained-up, prisoner.
"That's when Birney sort of snickered, looking at both of us. He grabbed the front of his pants and shook it. 'You c'n give a gent a lil ass,' he said, 'that's what. You treat me an' 111 treat you.' More snickers. 'Who wants t'go first?' "Dave said, 'Hell, all you guys ass-fuckers?' " 'I been here nine years,' Birney said, coming close up to us. 'Not a goddamned woman in all that time. You think a guy can jack off fever? Shit, all of us gits our guns off in somebody's ass - an' you will too. You shure will too.' Then he smiled real nice. 'Come on, gents, who goin' first?' "I said, 'First at what?' "Birney snorted at me. 'Listen, get it hard an' I'll bend over f'you first, that okay?' "Dave looked at me and grinned. 'He wants t'get cornholed.' "Birney said, 'Come on, we on'y got us about a hour before them others gits back from work.' He indicated the bunks; there were eleven of them in all, so I guessed there was nine guys coming . . . unless Birney lived here too.
"Birney smiled at us again. 'Tell you what - you guys new here. I'll sit on the bunk an' you can git it off in my mouth.' He sat down and motioned to Dave, looking at Dave's crotch. Dave was the closest and he just blinked at the guy. Birney was dead serious, you could tell that. He sure meant what he was saying. He was licking his lips, real anxious for it. It kind of give me a little hard-on seeing how anxious he was to lick a cock.
"Then Dave said, 'What the hell - ?' And he unbuttoned his pants, winked at me and stood in front of the skinny guy.
"That pulled the rag offen the bush. I kind of gulped, watching Birney grab that half-hard cock. He pulled Dave over closer, and his hands ripped the pants away from the cock and he had it all in his mouth in a second. He was slobbering over it and sucking it and swallering and pulling at it and licking it like crazy! It got hard in no time. Dave's eyes were round as saucers and I could see it felt good.
"Dave stared at me and he was gritting his teeth and loving it. 'Shit - ' he said through clenched teeth, 'this bastard can suck!' "Now it was hard as hell. Birney couldn't take it all, but he was sure working over the head of it and the first couple of inches. And he didn't use his hands on it, just his lips. Dave was kind of fuckin' it into his mouth anyways. Then Birney unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his cock and jazzed it nice and easy. It was a nice big one, hard as a spike.
"I'm standing there, staring at them, with my pants poking out with a hard-on and Birney reaches out and pets it. I let him unbutton me and take out my prick. Then Birney is sucking Dave and playing with his own and my cock - and suddenly leans over and licks at mine. Me and Dave grins at each other like a couple of silly asses.
"In another couple of minutes, Birney is sucking him, then me, then Dave again. He is squirmy with two cocks - two new ones. He can't get enough.
"Pretty soon he makes Dave come. Dave damn near falls down, sucking in his breath and groaning, and the jism squirts out and Birney can't suck it all down fast enough. He loses about half of it and gets it all over his chin and it drips onto his own pecker. But he stays with it and milks Dave down good. Dave is half on top of him by now. Then he falls onto the bunk and Birney finishes him off.
"After that, Birney asks me to sit down on the bunk and he gets in front of me and finishes me too. He gobbles me better than any dame I ever had because he sure can squeeze a prick. He tells me when it's over that he's had lots of practice. 'I got a steady guy I take care of ever' day, one of the cook's helpers,' he tells us. He smacks his lips. 'Thass how I get extra stuff.' "I have to go to the can and Bimey comes to show me the latrine - he's still playing with himself. The latrine is just outside, a long narrow place that smells shitty. It's got a row of holes. While I'm pissing Birney asks me if I'll suck his prick.
" 'I'll jack you off,' I offer him, but he shakes his head. Then he begs me to let him stick it up my ass. He keeps begging. Finally I make him promise to do me favors, and then I let him do it. Hell, I've been in jails before. So he greases it a little and eases it up me. It ain't too bad and he gets his gun off pretty good.
"That was our introduction to the camp.
"We were in the barracks when the trucks rolled in and about thirty guys got off, all of them but the guards in leg irons like us. It sure clanked a lot. And when the guys come in they looked us over - they sure looked us over. I didn't think they'd be so glad to see us.
"A guy come over and said he was Dreygo and he was in charge of the barracks. He was about my size, six feet, and had a dozen little scars on his face and neck and the chest we could see, and a fat hp and a squashed nose. But he talked soft. The other guys flopped on the bunks, you could tell they were tired out. Some of them said, 'Yeah, good fresh meat, Dreygo - ' Meaning us. Others said, 'You go first, Dreygo -' and stuff like that. He just ignored them. They were sure a crummy-looking bunch, even worse than the guys in some of the cans I've seen. And down at the end two guys were feeling each other right out in the open and nobody even looked at them.
"There was a lantern hanging in the middle of the shed, that was all the light. Not much. Dreygo told us some of the rules and then we all went to mess. Not much good stuff, beans and soup and a chunk of bread, some meat, sort of tasteless. Birney hung around the cook shack, smiling at me when I saw him. He was with a skinny little kid, just a teen-ager it looked like, but I sure didn't have any doubt he was the guy Birney was sucking off. They acted real close.
"We met the other guys, but I didn't remember names till later. We had chow, sitting on the ground, and had a few smokes, then Dreygo told us to go in the hut. I said, 'Why?' and he slapped me alongside the head and knocked me a couple of yards. He was stronger than anybody I ever seen. I jumped up and hobbled into the barracks about as fast as I could go with Dave after me . . . my head buzzing.
"As soon as we got inside a couple of guys grabbed me and Dreygo was right behind me, stripping my pants down. I yelped and got hit again. So I shut up. The guys helt me down, knees on a bunk, and Dreygo got right behind me and I felt his cock go poking into my ass. He held my butt and rammed it in. Then he reached around and grabbed my cock.
"God, I never was reamed out so hard and fast as Dreygo did it. He was hot and humpy, rooting up my ass like a hog. The two guys that were holding me were hot as hell too, hissing through their noses, and one of 'em had a hard-on a foot long it seemed like, pushing at my nose. Then Dreygo let it go. I could feel that hot jism. He leggo my cock and held me around the butt and just pounded it in., I thought he was going to bust the bunk down, sure. "My face was in the bunk, sweaty and dirty - all of them smelled of sweat and an animal musk. They were all hotted up with a fuck-lust that wouldn't quit. You cross one of them then and he'd cut you. I didn't dare move.
"When Dreygo pulled his dong out, I got a chance to look around before the next guy grabbed me. Dave was sitting on the floor, huddled against the wall, watching. I could see he was scared. He knew he was next. The guy was on me and into me in a rush. I had to brace myself because he was ramming and bucking and driving it in crazier than Dreygo did. It only took him half the time and he squirted.
"The last guy was chuckling when he stuck it in me. And while he did it, Dreygo went over and made Dave lick his cock. I was sure glad they had got me first then. Dave got hit two or three times before he would do it. They had him whimpering all right. Then they screwed him on the next bunk.
"The third guy who reamed me, did it better than the others, not so crazy wild. He pushed me flat on the bunk and got on me and just oozed it in and kept it coming like a good fucker. It was pretty good. He whispered in my ear while he booted me, telling me his name was Toby.
" 'I ain't got a reg'lar guy right now,' he said. 'I'm pickin' you.' "There wasn't nothing I could say about that. I didn't know then that all the guys had regulars. Dreygo sort of regulated it. A guy could have anybody as long as Dreygo didn't want him. Toby was one of Dreygo's pals, so he didn't have no trouble getting me. The other guy picked Dave.
"Anyway, after they fucked me and Dave, then we went outside where the other guys were. I sure could see that they knew what had took place. All them knowing smiles. We sat in the gloom and had some smokes, and Toby sat by me, feeling me and stuff. He was happy as a goddam bridegroom. It sure was a funny feeling for me. Because I was the bride.
"Before we had to turn in he took me to the washhouse and washed me down good, and him too. I thought I knew why, and I was right. He made me suck his dick when we got inside on his bunk. Then he sucked me off too.
"All of us were in the same big room, all eleven of us. The lantern was out, but I could hear a hell of a lot of scurrying around - which I got used to, of course. That first night in the barracks made a big impression on me. I could hear the chains rattling, every guy was hobbled, and I could hear them whispering and giggling. For about an hour there was a hell of a lot of screwing. Guys were teaming up on the bunks, getting their kicks and they didn't make no bones about it. Hell, they were all in here together for years. It was rare that there was changes, like two new guys - that was very unusual.
"I found out a lot of things in the next days. Most of the guys in our barracks had had each other. And Dreygo had screwed all of them, like he done me and Dave. He always did it to the new guys. All of them was doubled up except one guy, but they didn't stay 'married,' sometimes they changed. Toby had had a regular guy before I come in and he had dumped him for me. The guy didn't like it either, but there wasn't anything he could do about it, or dared to, but glare at me. His name was Billy and he was sort of dumpy and brown, half Negro, and very handsome. Some other guy had grabbed him quick.
"There was rights over guys - some guys were the passive kind who just acted like dames. It was funny to see Dave getting that way more and more. Of course it was hard not to with Toby, the bastard sure was horny. He had it into me every damn night, grunting like a pig. He was just my size, wiry and hook-nosed. His cock was long and fat and he damn near choked me every time he got excited and jammed it down my throat. But that's the only bitch I had. Otherwise he treated me pretty good.
"The eleventh guy in our barracks was a little shit named Pinto. He was a wizened little guy, tough as hell and only about half sane. A long time ago somebody had took a chunk of iron to him and beat his brains half out, Toby told me. That's why he got in the road camp. He was queer for kids. They had caught him screwing some boy in an alley and had choused him out to the camp. He'd been here three years when I come. Every night he tried to get guys to let him suck their cocks. I found out that a lot of guys did. Pinto hung out at the latrine, begging the guys who went in there to let him have a suck. But Pinto's big deal was to get some guy to piss down his throat. That really got his gun off. I watched Toby do it one night. It sure curdled my stomach. But Toby chuckled the whole time, with Pinto pulling at his dick, crazy for every drop and jazzing himself while he lapped it down. He was crazy, Pinto.
"There were five guards in the camp besides the warden, and six or seven trusties like Birney. I guess it was just a small camp. Toby told me there was others. Our main job was road repairing. In the morning after breakfast they put us in trucks and took us out to where we was to work. They give us shovels and tampers and sledges if we had to have 'em. Mostly we was in the woods, making dirt roads and I am damned if I ever seen anybody ever use one. Toby said we was just working and nobody cared what we did. It was just to keep us busy so we'd get tired and cause no hell.
"All of us stayed together and we always had the same trusty, a guy named Holcomb. They called him Holy and he wasn't a bad sonofabitch. Not like some of the others. He didn't bully us around. 'I got me this job,' he'd say, 'you don't rile me, we'll git along.' "Toby always wanted to stay away from Holy. 'Git down at the end o' the line,' he'd say to me. 'Stay outta Holy's sight if you can.' I did what he told me, and I found out right quick what he meant. He didn't want Holy fiddling with me. Holy had one itch. He liked to jack off a guy. He would take one of the prisoners a couple steps into the woods and jazz the guy and giggle. He sure got his kicks when the poor guy shot his load.
"But Holy went through the bunch of us, except for Dreygo. He never did it to Dreygo. He had jazzed ever'body, and had a couple of favorites that he did it to most. Of course he knew that me and Dave was new, so Toby could only grit his teeth when Holy motioned me into the woods with him.
" 'Come on,' Holy hissed at me, 'show me yer cock -' "I had to pull it out and I tried to keep it soft so he wouldn't want me as a favorite. Holy grabbed onto it right away. He had big soft hands. He never done no real work to make 'em horny. And I couldn't help it. He got me hard pretty quick, him grinning like a fuckin' queer. He just pulled me close to him and masturbated me, panting in my ear, 'Hey, you got a nice lil dickie, kiddo, a nice one.' "I could feel Holy's cock pressing against me, hard and everything, but he never did nothing with it. All he wanted was to jack me off . . . that I could see. He leaned down and watched, jazzing me hot and heavy. I just had to spurt. There was nothing I could do. Holy sure got a big kick out of watching it ejaculate. He had me panting, too, and groaning. And he milked me and diddled me till it got soft again.
"Then he let me go. He stayed behind, growling at me to get back to work. Toby told me that he always pulled himself off afterwards. I guess he did.
"Toby sure didn't like it. He growled about it all the rest of the day, cussing at Holy under his breath.
"About once a month, on a weekend, the warden let us blow off steam. What he did was just look the other way and make the guards let us have a party.
"We all pooled some dough and bought liquor from Birney and two of the cooks who made alky in the cook-shack in a little still they had rigged up. Toby said it was potato peelings and stuff like that. Damn powerful brew anyhow.
"The first party I was on started after dark, after dinner on a Saturday night. Birney brought in a keg of the liquor. We all lit up and started drinking the liquor. Billy had a mouth organ, and somebody had a guitar, so they played and some of the guys started dancing in the middle of the room. We pushed the bunks back. It was sure funny to see them trying to dance with the goddamned leg irons on. Noisy too.
"I was surprised at how quick some of them got drunk. It seemed like bingo, they were plastered. All of a sudden. We all got sweaty from the drinking and dancing, so in a little while shirts came off, and then the pants ... well, they came down. We had two lanterns in the barracks for the party. They didn't give much light, but enough to see them hard pricks sticking out. I was sitting on a bunk with Toby. I heard a snickering noise and turned around and seen Dreygo humping it into Foxie over under the window.
"Right after that the two stopped playing and they stopped dancing. Everybody just went cock-wild. It was a fever! Cripes! I never seen guys go wild like that. There was yelling and crazy laughing and guys were jumping everyone else. I was right beside Toby and then zingo, he was gone and I was rolling over the bunk with somebody and I couldn't see who the hell it was. But I got buggered. He got on my ass and rammed it in and laid on me and fucked me as hard as he could go. I saw Dave on the floor, the lantern was shining in his face and he was swapping ends with somebody. 'It's a comin'!' some guy yelled and everybody roared and cackled. Leg chains were rattling and the bunks were squeaking like mad. Two or three couples were humping in front of me.
"The guy shot his load and got off me, but he didn't let me go. He rolled me over and went down on me hotly. It was Boomer, a big blond guy who was in for murdering his wife. While I'm laying there, Birney came running over and straddled me and jabbed his cock into my mouth. He tasted like jism and it wasn't too hard. I grabbed his hips so he wouldn't choke me with it and let him pump it between my lips till somebody pulled him off. When he was yanked off me, I could see that Dreygo was wrapped around Boomer, jogging him up the butt.
"Boomer didn't make me shoot it. I squirmed away from him. Dave grabbed me and tried to suck my dick, not even looking at me, but I wanted an asshole. There was a guy humping somebody on the next bunk. I just fell on him and pulled his buttocks open and he didn't even look around. I found his ass and eased my dong in and started making friction. Dave was still after me. He climbed on my back and give me the same thing I was giving the gun in front of me. That was a wild old time. I stayed right where I was for a long time. The guy I was humping turned out to be Billy. He had a nice juicy groove and he kept squeezing my dick with his muscle. I blew a load into him and just laid there squishing it in. Dave unloaded up my ass and slid off.
"It took the barracks more than an hour to calm down. The guys got the big hump off and sort of settled down. I got off of Billy and went out to the crapper to take a leak. A couple guys were sick and vomiting on the ground and one was sitting on the throne diddling himself. It was dark. Somebody over in the cookhouse was singing about screwing a girl in Memphis and how he got the clap.
"I was about to pee when Pinto showed up, grinning and pawing at me. 'Lemme have it,' he said, and he was shaking and trembling he was so desperate. He just pulled me around by the prick and sat on the growler, me standing in front of him. I was a little stoned, so I just sort of started at him owlishly, trying to stand straight. And Pinto is sucking me like a fool. That's when I had to giggle and let it go. I just pissed in his mouth. Pinto give a happy little gurgle and he slopped it down, the son of a bitch. I was just drunk enough to think it was funny as hell. I wouldn't never have done it sober.
"He was pulling his pud at the same time. When I went out of there Boomer come stumbling in and Pinto got another mouthful, the poor little shit. They should have put him in a hospital He went and sucked every guy in the barracks that night, happy as a damn bird.
"I had a terrible head the next morning and so did everybody else. That was about the story of it. We just went on doing that year in and year out. Toby got bit by a rattler one day and got sort of hysterical, and he was dead by the time they got him a doc. So I got a new 'partner,' a guy named Hicks, big and rough and nasty. He had set fire to a string of houses and killed a flock of people. Mean and dirty, this guy. I hated his guts, but I sure tried not to show it because I was scared of him.
"Hicks got cut in a knife fight though and he died, too - I was scared to death he wouldn't. So I got Billy as my 'partner' and he was pretty happy about it. It was some kind of life while it lasted. But to be honest, I'm sure as hell glad it's over now."
CHAPTER FIVE
Speed Freak The world of Methedrine is a losers' world. It stinks in spades, so say some of the users. Labs are springing up everywhere because kids are eating, sniffing and injecting speed at an outrageous rate. Far more than LSD.
The users don't like "speed freak," but they know they are freaks. They inject meth into a vein or a muscle for the "flash." They're moving all the time, can't eat, move, move, move, inject, then they're exhausted.
There's "garbage" meth, discolored, gray, maybe brown, with spots. It needs cooking, a pinch of speed in a spoon with water and heated with a match. That dissolves the impurities.
Some swallow meth pills. At the end is paranoia and brain damage. First comes violence and maybe hepatitis. Delia Stolz knows the final blow off. She has come down the rough speed road, "crashing." "It stinks," she says. But she shoots again and again.
Meth is not addicting. "But I feel terrible when I don't have it," Delia says. She wants that soothing "high." Let her tell it: DELLA STOLZ: "Johnny brought me the spoon. All he wanted for it was kicks. Man, when I want speed it don't matter to me. I made him wait till I tapped it into the spoon and dissolved the meth. Johnny is watching me because he's not high. He's smoking and grinning at me and rubbing his cock, 'Keeping it warm f'you, baby.' "I don't give a damn about his pecker. But I'm nice to him because Johnny knows the dealers. I draw the stuff up into a plastic eye-dropper. I got to shoot a spoon every day and he knows it. I shove the needle into the muscle and Johnny takes out his prick. Man, he's hard. 'All right, baby,' he says.
"He comes over to me and I got to swallow that dick. He sits on the bed - we're in my apartment - and I go down on him, sucking his balls and licking that weenie. Johnny is hot for getting sucked off. I guess I suck him off five or six times a day, but if I don't, I don't get my high.
"While I'm sucking it, Rudy comes in. Rudy is a guy who lives in the same apartment house, a skinny red-haired guy, a little younger than me. Rudy is twitching and looking for a high. I know that Johnny is holding out on him a little to make him crawl. Johnny is a real shit. I hate the sonofabitch and here I am sucking his cock as hard as I can, trying to make him shoot his wad. When he shoots it I have to swallow it.
" 'Christ, Johnny,' Rudy says, 'where the hell you been?' "Johnny just grins at him. He's twining his fingers in my hair sort of casual - but hell grab it if I try to stop the mouth-action.
" 'Hi, Rudy, baby, how they hangin'?' " 'You got a spoon f'me, Johnny?' Rudy looks at me, but he don't say anything. He's a nice guy, Rudy. He sure needs a needle. 'I got the dough, Johnny.' " 'Ain't she a sweetheart?' Johnny says, petting me. His legs are spread wide and he's about naked to the waist and I'm laying between his knees trying to make him come.
" 'Yeah, she's great,' Rudy stutters.
" 'C'mere, baby,' Johnny says, beckoning. 'C'mere, c'mere -' "Rudy goes over close to him. Rudy knows what a big shit Johnny is. He's licking his lips and trembling.
"Johnny says, 'How come I'm the only one here with a hard-on? You got a hard-on, Rudy?' " 'Johnny - I come for some speed!' " 'Yeah.' He pats my cheek. 'Lick on the underside, baby -' "I do that, lick it up and down and he squirms. 'I don't see any hard-on,' he says to Rudy. "Rudy groans and unzips his pants. He pulls out his prick and it's soft. 'I ain't in the mood, Johnny -' " 'Get in the goddam mood,' Johnny growls at him.
"I sure feel sorry for Rudy. 'Please, Johnny-' " 'Shut up an' suck me, baby.' "I work his skin up and down with my lips. Poor Rudy is standing there, jazzing himself, trying to harden up his dick. Johnny grins at him. 'Yeah, that's it, baby -' " 'Johnny, for crissakes!' "Johnny frowns at him. 'Okay, Rudy, you want a spoon? I give you a spoon.' He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the envelope. Rudy's face lights up. He stops jazzing himself. He reaches for the dough.
" 'I got a better price,' Johnny says, grinning. 'C'mon, baby, suck me off.' " 'Me!' Rudy is astonished.
"Johnny makes a face. 'Oh, you don't want it?' He makes to put the stuff back in his pocket.
" 'I want it - ' Rudy is almost crying. He dives at Johnny's dick and I roll off it. In a second Rudy is licking the wet thing and Johnny is grinning all over his face.
"Now I'm feeling fine. It don't matter to me. I just cuddle up beside Johnny and let him get my dress open and fondle my tits. Oh yeah, I'm floating nice. Rudy is hunched up between Johnny's legs, bobbing over that big prick. I didn't' know Rudy was such a good cocksucker.
"It makes me giggle when the jism shoots out all over his face. He pulls away at the right instant and Johnny screams and almost dumps me on the floor. Poor Rudy grabs it again, gobbling it, but the milky stuff is all over his face. Johnny is mad as hell at him for missing the crucial time. 'You lousy cocksucker, I'll kick your ass all over the block!' "Now I'm floating. We go down to the bar, me and Johnny. He wants a drink and Cristine is there with some guy she picked up somewhere. The guys wants to dance with me so we do, to a jukebox, and he's got a hard-on poking at me. 'I wanna screw you, honey - ' he says.
"Johnny comes over and pushes the guy away, he's seen the dick, I guess. But he has to go into the back room with a couple of guys because he's got an ounce - that'll make a couple dozen spoons.
"We're in a booth and the guy, Gerry, slides around to me. Cristine is high like me and she wants to go somewhere or other, I don't catch where. But Gerry's hand is up between my legs.
" 'You can't screw here,' Cristine says, snickering and winking at me. I can look around the room and see a few people sitting at the bar. I hear the music and Gerry is fingerfucking me.
" 'Le's go out to the' car,' he whispers. I say sure because I want to go somewhere, get the hell out of the booth. And Cristine comes too. Then I'm ass-down on the back seat with a yard of cock up me. Oh, he shakes that car! Cristine is giggling and jabbering and I don't know what the hell she's saying.
"There's light enough for me to look at Gerry while he's poking me. He's dark as Johnny is light. Black, tight curls and a flash of white teeth. His ass is ramming me, whacking me against the seat. I can hear him pant and grunt. It don't mean much to me because I'm floating. Let 'im fuck it, what the hell.
"The bartender comes out, looking for Johnny, he says. I laugh at him when he sticks his head in and makes a face, seeing us humping. 'Man, that looks good - ' " 'Beat it,' Gerry grunts at him.
"Cristine is wriggling around in the front seat and the bartender climbs in with her. They grapple and she is laughing out loud. Then I see her bare legs go up, one on each side of him. Shit, the car is sure squeaking in a sec.
"Gerry humps it like a madman, gets me giggling, and oh, I got the load! I'm squirming, humping, bucking. It feels good, but I want to get up. 'Lemme up, damn it!' " 'Don' be a asshole,' he hisses in my ear. It's just as hard as ever. Shooting the wad didn't make it soft. Man, he's ramming me again.
" 'I wanna get the fuck outta here!' I shout at him. He growls at me, but he lets me up. I can't remember his name all of a sudden. I want to see Cristine, so I lean over the front seat and he gets behind me and I get it up me again. In a second he's fuckin' it in as hard as ever.
"The guy has got Cristine's dress all open, titties naked, and he's sucking on them, one after the other. I want him to suck on mine. I try to climb over the back of the seat but what's-his-name is hanging on, screwing me. It makes me laugh.
"I don't remember how Johnny got out there, but all of a sudden he's there. He's in the back of the car and I cuddle up to him - only the guy is still ramming it into me, holding me around the butt. Johnny yells at him to get his cock out of me and he tries to pull me. But the guy screams right back and keeps on pronging. I hear Cristine yelling at Johnny to come and boot her, but the guy with her is still at it. I want to make 'em shut up. It seems like I'm floating around the back of the car, a long slinky piece of stuff, just over their heads. Only I got a big cock in me that keeps bucking and ramming and I can't figure how it got there.
"I get my hands around Johnny's neck and hold myself there. T wanna suck you off,' I whisper to him, because that's what I'm always doing. I've just gotta do something. And then I've got it in my mouth. The taste of cock. Oh, I have to work on the cock very hard. It's big and warm and skins easy. I can get half of it in my mouth. I want to get over in front of him, but I can't, there's a guy shoving it in me.
"When I think about it, he's holding me real tight. I want to brush him off me, but no soap. Man, now I know I'm wired. I have to concentrate because Johnny is snarling that they are changing off on me and Cristine. I forgot that she was in the front seat. So I guess a couple guys are taking turns fucking my ass. I work very hard on the cock.
"Somebody starts the car and then Johnny comes in my mouth. Christ! I'm so busy! He is humping and squirming and I do the best I can to get it all.
"I guess my head-space is off. The next thing we're inside on a bed and I'm naked and so is everybody else and somebody is screaming. I'm still sucking on Johnny's cock, but he's not there. It takes me a long time to get wise that it's some other guy's cock.
"I gotta have another one and I can't find Johnny. It's me screaming. They're trying to shove a cock in between my lips but I need a muscle - skin pop - anything! There's two of them and me on the bed. I've got a cock behind and one in my face. I'm shouting and twisting and yelling and the guy is fucking me, holding my legs. I don't care if they'll just find Johnny.
"A guy growls in my ear. 'Stop it, you little shit - we're tryin' to tie you off -' "That finally penetrates. So I let the guy tie my arm with a cloth, then I feel the dull stick of the needle. I got it! And the guy is still screwing me, the sonofabitch. That cock feels like a chunk of pipe up my pussy. God, I feel awful. I'm crashing. The guy is fucking his goddam head off. The other one comes around and sticks it in my mouth. We squirm on the bed. I feel horrible and I got to suck this bastard off.
"But pretty soon it eases. It gets better and better. The prick begins to taste good.
"Johnny is there and I can smile at him but the guy bats me on the head so I'll keep mouthing his pecker. Johnny is all dressed again, tying his tie again. I guess it was him shot me. 'You guys got an hour with 'er,' he says and he looks at his watch. 'No rough stuff.' "Johnny goes out and I don't know what the hell. I don't even know these guys. Where's Cristine? When I take my mouth off the prick to ask, the guy bats me again. The other one is ramming my ass. Cripes, I'm busy. I want to make him come. I got him squirming now, humpy as hell; Johnny comes like a gusher. Who is it? Somebody's coming in my mouth - like a greased snake. I'm floating."
CHAPTER SIX
Three Is A Wow!
Quite by accident we ran onto Owen Canning. He was trading clothes at the time, new ones apparently, at an exclusive sale. In conversation he admitted very freely, perhaps looking toward commerce, that he was a male prostitute.
According to Owen, his profession is not disappearing as some say, but increasing. Through him there have been several other interviews, but Owen's ability to articulate is better than that of others. He believes that he is a product of the times - perhaps a convenient cop-out, who can say? He may be correct in stating that he could not have survived fifty years ago. He certainly survives today. His income equals that of the middle executive bracket - again according to his own figures. We do not doubt him. He is extremely good looking, masculine and blondish. He could easily pass for movie star material, but this is his stock in trade - or part of it.
Owen is bi-sexual and frequently services (his term) not only male clients, but female; he has no aversion to females at all. "I rather fancy them," he says. "Especially after a weekend of male loving."
He receives calls through word of mouth and by judicious soliciting at certain hotels and bars. He was understandably reluctant to go into that phase of his business. It was delicate, he said, in that others of his stripe were constantly seeking such advertising, and because it required kick-backs.
Let us hear what he has to say about a few aspects of his "trade" - he prefers "profession."
OWEN CANNING: "I slid into the life during college, when I needed the money. My major was business administration, and I suppose but for Tolly I might be a solid minor executive somewhere, with a wife and family and all the rest of it.
"Tolly was a homo - everyone knew it. His room was across the hall from mine in the dorm, and his roommate was a very cute little guy who was faggoty as a queen. But they didn't bother anyone, so no one bothered them.
"It happened though that on a big weekend, when everyone else was home or out of town, I had to stay on campus. I had to make up a grade and had been assured that I could make it up - and so on. Anyway, Tolly's boy friend was in the local hospital so Tolly hung around to see him. We were the only ones in the entire building.
"That first night Tolly came across the hall with a bottle and we had a highball together. After two drinks, Tolly offered to blow me. He told me, with gestures, what he wanted to do. After another drink, I let him do it. It wasn't bad. I'd been sucked off by a dozen women, but this was my maiden voyage with a guy. Tolly was as good as any of them. He spent the night in my bed, eating my pecker off.
"He spent the next night in my bed, too, and this time I did a little eating on him. I pronged him, too, and he reamed me. I had a good time and it set me to thinking. Tolly made out, he said, at a couple of the gay bars, coming home with twenty or thirty bucks for an evening's fun. What guy in college doesn't need dough?
"I found out where some of the gay bars were and the first time I went in for a drink a guy picked me up. He bought me a drink and offered me ten bucks for a little of my time. He was a guy about thirty, looked like an ordinary bookkeeper or something, so I said 'sure,' and we went out to his car. He wanted to go down on me.
"He sucked on me for quite a while, maybe nearly a half hour, but I couldn't come. He wanted me to shoot the wad, but I couldn't. I guess I was nervous. We were on a side street and it was dark and quiet, but I was kind of skittery. It was my first time as a whore. It felt good, but no juice.
"I almost went home after that, but decided to try one more bar. I had a little bit of experience now. Anyway, a young guy offered to buy me a drink and I said okay. He had his hand up my leg in a minute. It was a busy little bar, dark and smoky, and there were guys all along the bar oh the stools and standing behind them, too.
" 'My name's Tommy,' he said, taking my hand and pulling it over to him. His cock was out and hard as hell. That made me nervous, feeling it out in public. His coat hid it, I guess. I gave it a squeeze and let go. He wanted me to unzip. Some guy pushed into me from behind and I could tell instantly that he had a hard one. He grinned at me when I glanced around.
" 'That's Cooky,' Tommy said. 'He's okay; he's a friend of mine.' Cooky's hand reached around and felt my dong.
" 'Let's go upstairs,' Cooky said in my ear.
" 'How much?' I asked them.
" 'Oh shit,' Cooky said in my ear, 'we'll do 'er three-ways for fun. Who's talkin' dough?' " 'I am,' I told him.
"Tommy pinched my arm. 'Let's go out to th' crapper where we c'n talk.' He pulled me, so I went. We went down a short narrow hallway that smelled a little of piss and beer, and into a dark, square room. The first thing I saw was a man sitting on a toilet seat in one of the booths, with the door open. He looked at us, grinned, and beckoned. Tommy shook his head and the guy's mouth curved down. It didn't hit me what he was doing there. Then somebody straggled in behind us and went over to the booth. The door closed behind him. Then I knew that the guy was eating cock.
"Tommy pulled me over into a comer. He was all smiles and eagerness. Not a bad looking guy at all, either. About my age. His cock was out in a second and before I had a chance to protest, he had unzipped my pants and had mine in his soft hand, rubbing cocks together very cozily.
"He got me hard fast. 'Listen, baby,' he said in his soft voice, 'we got a room upstairs, 202. You go up in a couple minutes and we'll show you the time of your life, huh?' "I'm doing my best to think fast then, because I sure did want to go. Tommy could handle a prick like nobody's business. And then Cooky sidled up, saw what Tommy was doing, and had his pecker out and joining ours. And he was feeling my ass, too.
" 'Listen,' I said, 'gimme ten bucks each and it's a deal.' " 'Five,' Cooky said, but Tommy nodded.
" 'You got ten each.' He put my cock away for me and pushed Cooky out. 'Go open the room for crissakes. We'll be right up.' "I looked around and saw the toilet booth door open and the guy come out. He had just popped his wad and was glassy-eyed. The little shit on the stool was licking his lips.
"Tommy pulled me out and I followed him up some dark stairs lined with threadbare carpet. A tiny yellow light was shining up at the top of the landing. Tommy stopped on the stairs and reached for me, grinning in the dark. In a second he was kneeling down and pulling my prick out. He sucked it hard for about two, three minutes, then we went on to the room.
"Cooky was naked when we got there. I collected my twenty bucks with him sucking on me hard and hot. Then I got undressed with Tommy, and the three of us rolled onto the bed and the two of them were righting over my cock in a second. They both attacked it, one on the head, the other on the shaft and the balls. They took turns; they jazzed each other at the same time, trying to make the other guy shoot his load and thus be helpless for a minute. But neither of them did. The sight of all that rampant cocking made me blow though.
"I shot my cookies and the gushing mess squirted all over both of them. Cooky had just lifted his lips off the cock for an instant and it fountained into his face. Tommy yelped and jumped at my throbbing prick and the two of them fought over that goddamned mess, excited as a couple of puppies, licking the jism off each other and just wild as hell. I was bucking and twitching like hell. Tommy milked my prick, licking up the rest of it. Cooky slid down and started sucking on Tommy.
"Tommy turned over on his back and kept on licking and sucking me while I had a cigarette. Cooky was going down on him excitedly, and jazzing himself at the same time.
"I had to force myself to look at this whole thing with a businessman's eye, and it wasn't easy. I knew about guys who sold cock, of course, but it had never occurred to me to be one of them. Now I was thinking about it. Hell, I had picked up suckers easily. These two, Cooky and Tommy, were making pigs of themselves over my dingus. Cooky half-killed himself thrusting up my ass. I spent a couple of hours with them - I could have got away faster, but I just relaxed and enjoyed it. They did all the work anyway. I told myself I was learning.
"I asked them a lot of questions and learned that they often paid guys to let them suck up the jism. The going rate was anything you could get, from a couple bucks to a hundred. Cooky was an ass-fucker mostly, but Tommy was hooked on cock. While Cooky went to the can, Tommy got a phone number from me and promised to call me later. He became my first client on a regular basis.
"While I stayed in school I saw him about once a week. Usually we met in his car. A few times he took me to his apartment, and occasionally I stayed with him over the weekend. I never did see Cooky again.
"Tommy was the son of a prominent architect and had all the money he needed. I knew I was not the only cock he bought, but he told me I was the only regular one. It was Tommy who introduced me to Corley and Adele.
"I was out of school by then, a drop-out. I had made a choice and had dropped business administration for crotch administration. I had an apartment and a book of phone numbers and an acquaintance with certain bartenders. I had become pretty skilled in my trade - it took a few months, but had learned that I didn't have to blow my cookies for every guy who bought my time. That way I could last longer. What I did was convince them to let me ass-fuck 'em and then pretend to shoot. I got away with that a lot. But the guys who paid for a mouthful of jism wanted it, and there was no way to fool them.
But the best thing I did was to upgrade my clientele. It was a lot better to screw with one guy all night than to sit in a flock of cars with a bunch of different suckers swinging on my joint.
"I should tell you about Corley and Adele - it was one of the first threesomes I had - and one of the best. Mostly I catered to men, but only because dames didn't buy cock very much. As a matter of fact, while I was out every night getting blowed, I was seeing a doll, too. It was a nice change, getting into a pussy - but that's for later.
"Corley was a TV, a pal of Tommy's. Corley loved to parade around in women's clothes. He came to see me one afternoon, a nice looking guy, short and slim, balding and yet pretty wiry. He looked like a shoe salesman, but he was rich - according to Tommy. 'I wanted to see what you look like,' he told me. 'Tommy's told me you're a crazy lay -' "I had a Japanese robe on and he came over and felt around under it and discovered his toys. Just feeling me got him all excited. He got red in the face and twitchy, licking his lips, so I sat down and let him have some of it - just because he was a pal of Tommy's. I smoked a cigarette and watched him suck on the old rod. 'I'm a compulsive cocksucker,' he told me between licks, 'can't help it. You taste wonderful.' " 'Have fun,' I invited him.
"He pulled out his own prong and came close, rubbing the two of them briskly, like maybe he wanted to start a fire. I opened the robe wide so I was practically naked. He appreciated that.
"He masturbated the two cocks together and I had to grit my teeth a little because I didn't want to shoot my wad that way. He was very, very hot. In about five minutes he made himself come. The goop came spitting out of his cock and it creamed all over mine. Corley was panting and jerking, kind of glassy-eyed and having a hell of a big time. He swayed there between my knees, rubbing his prick in the mess he'd made, rubbing it all over my hard cock - and then he suddenly got down and began to lick it all up.
"I wasn't prepared for that. This guy was a real jizz nut. He was really the first one I'd seen. I'd had guys in cars taste their own jism, but Corley got down and licked it off my prick and slobbered it all down like it was a banana split. And it was his jizzo. His brown eyes were shining and he was in seventh heaven. He licked it all up and smacked his lips over it and then continued to try to suck me off. The room smelled like a large blow job.
"I let him pull on my weenie for a half hour before I let it go. He was right. He was a great cocksucker. And when I creamed he sort of moaned and cooed over it, gobbling like a fool. It was one of the best mouth jobs I'd had up to that point - and I was a professional prick. He didn't miss a drop; he stayed with it for a long time afterward, nursing the pecker and loving it and kissing it and even talking to it a little bit, till it finally softened up. I was willing it to. soften up, because I had a date.
"Corley left me a nice retainer for his fun and we made a date for a couple days hence when I was to meet his wife, Adele. He showed me a photo of her, stark naked.
"When I met her, she looked better than the photo. She was about his size, a lovely brunette, with a nice titty figure and a gown with nothing under it. I went to their home, a rather interesting place by the ocean. We had a drink outside, on a veranda facing the sea and the setting sun. Very romantic. There was just the three of us, no servants.
" 'You're cute,' Adele said to me when we met. She kissed me very nicely. That's when I discovered she had nothing on under the dress. She plastered herself up against me and pushed, all the way down. It was enough to give a brass monkey a hard-on. She kept on kissing me, too, with her darting tongue, using a certain rotation of her body.
" 'Cripes,' Corley said to her, 'leave some for the rest of us.' "Adele stopped kissing me, but she hung on and kept nudging with her pussy in just the right place. She looked at me quizzically. 'Have you fucked my husband?' "I said no. Corley said, 'Adele! Dammit, your language is -' " 'Did he suck you off?' she asked. I nodded and she grinned. 'Well, I just wanted to know.' "Corley gave me a drink with a sigh. 'I'm sorry, Owen, my wife is very direct. I should have warned you.' "I told him I didn't mind. I sure wondered why they were married. I learned later that they were in love.
"On the veranda, Adele sat on my lap and we sipped our drinks while she squirmed on my cock. We talked about horses and sailing and then Adele opened her dark dress from the neck to the waist. She wriggled up and rubbed her two naked titties on my cheek while we talked. Her nipples were hard as buttons and she had a funny little Mona Lisa smile.
"Corley sat across from us, about three feet away, and watched me suck on his wife's tits. They were about the size of small grapefruit, soft yet firm and delicious.
" 'That makes her horny,' Corley said.
" 'I'm already horny,' Adele told him. 'Can't you tell?' "I could tell. Her skin was hot to the .touch and when I roved my hard tongue over her nipples she quivered and trembled. She was squirming so much that I thought she might be on the verge of an orgasm.
"Corley stopped talking about sailing; no one was listening. My hands were busy on her, both of them. I pulled her gown up to her waist and got a good whiff of pussy smell. Her cunt was boiling over. She bit my ear and licked her tongue into it so that I jumped. She whispered, 'Screw me, honey - please -' "Our mouths got tangled and my hand slid between her silky thighs. Two fingers were up into her snatch in an instant. She was fucking herself over the fingers in an animal heat. When I came up for air, I saw that Corley sat there staring at us, his naked prick in his hand, jazzing himself. I couldn't do it for him, my hands were full of this squirming, writhing woman. She erupted into a gasping, jerking orgasm and I could hardly hold her.
"Corley quickly came to my aid, helping to hold her so she wouldn't jerk off my lap to the floor. She was squealing in delight and bucking against the two fingers - I was afraid I'd lose my arm to the elbow up her cunt. It surprised me to see him kissing her and soothing her, but as I say, I didn't realize they were in love as much as they were. She kissed him back as she calmed a little, then he stripped the dress off her and she was quite naked. And beautiful.
"Corley told me to pick her up and we'd go into the bedroom. When I stood, she curled into my arms, kissing me happily so I could hardly see where I was going. Corley came along beside me, unzipping my pants and getting my cock out into the open. I carried her into a bedroom and laid her down and she pulled me down quickly, 'I wanna get fucked -' " 'Let him get his pants off for God's sake,' Corley said.
"I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants down and Corley dived into my crotch. Adele screamed and pushed him, and for a moment we had a hot little struggle - the two of them fighting for my dick. Corley had his mouth around it and she was doing her best to get it away from him. I laid there and watched them push and pull, both licking it and fighting for it. Adele squirmed over on top of me and straddled my face and I had a crawling, surging cunt on my mouth. When I put my tongue into it, she shuddered and began to moan. She slithered and twitched on top of me, her face in my cock hair, and Corley sucking me as hard as he could go. I grabbed her ass in both hands and made her come again, frigging her with my tongue. She exploded like a rocket.
"It was all I could do to hang on for a couple of minutes. The bed was squeaking and bouncing and that damn Corley was still pulling at my cock. I couldn't dislodge him with TNT . . . not that I wanted to. He anchored me, matter of fact. Adele moaned and jerked and rubbed her cunt in my face. Then she got my dong away from Corley and was yanking at it, mouthing it and bruising my nerve-ends.
"I rolled her off me and sat up part way. Corley grinned, getting his breath back. 'She goes up like a forest fire.' "I agreed that she did. Then he climbed up and fed me his dick. I laid back down and worked on the warm weenie, feeling the delightful friction of Adele's mouth. She was a softer cocksucker than her husband, but just as avid. Corley diddled her in the pussy and got her motor running nicely. After about ten minutes she squirmed around and helped me lick Corley. That was fun - the two of us licking that big hard-on at the same time. We got to giggling over it like a couple of kids.
"But Corley wouldn't let us suck him off. He rolled me over on my face and slithered onto me. I watched Adele's pretty, interested face as he worked his cock up my asshole. She bit her lip and leaned in close with shining eyes. The two of them grinned at each other when he began to fuck it into me. Then they were kissing and I thought they'd about forgotten me. Except that the pecker was ramming and humping up my gut.
"He made it last a long time. So long that Adele got humpy. She spread her shapely legs and scootched up in front of me so her cunt was right in my face. I tongued her nice and friggingly and made her boot another one while Corley goosed me in the ass and giggled in my ear. He was sure having fun.
"But my cock wasn't busy. I got up on my hands and knees finally - with him still plugging away - and Adele slid under me in a hurry, hot for it. In two seconds I got my prick in her and the three of us were making a sandwich and I was the meat - the guy in the middle.
" 'Oh - that's what I want,' she whispered, 'that's what I want -' She was bucking against me and I was thrusting like a mad thing, into her to the hair. It seemed like Corley's dick was going right through me and into her. I kept our weight off her, leaning on my elbows, and she blew her stack. She had a hair-trigger cunt anyway. It was fun to screw her.
"When Adele popped her pussy, Corley was right behind. I felt that warm wad of his gush out and squirt up my butt. He pounded it up me, panting and struggling and jerking, trying to get his balls in, too. It took him a long time to lose the spasms. We finally rolled apart and lay there like three twitching fish out of water. Corley went for towels and mopped us up and Adele found some cigarettes.
" 'This's like a honeymoon,' she said. Then they told me they'd gone on their honeymoon with a bi and had stayed in bed for four days, until they'd damn near starved to death. 'You can't live on jism alone - ' "We had a bite to eat then, out on the dark veranda under the moon, and another drink or two. Then Adele got horny again and sat on my lap and I put the dong up her. I carried her to the bed again and lay on my back. Corley licked my cock while she sat on me and screwed herself. He had his head up under her butt, slurping away, and she was giggling about it. Damn cute, she was. Then she slid off me and lay there quietly on my belly and watched Corley suck me off.
"He got the full load, gobbling it down, milking me hotly, and Adele staring at it, mouth open and tongue practically hanging out. But she let him have his kick. I fingered her ass and she was juicy as hell in the twat. I was out of the game then, because Corley drained my balls for sure. I jerked and rolled and in the middle of it I saw that Adele was flat on her back diddling herself. She jacked off and convulsed all over the bed while Corley was sopping up the last of my goo.
"The three of us spent the night, naked, in the bed. I woke up a couple of times, Corley was sleeping between my legs and he kept licking me. In the morning I crawled on top of Adele and fucked her like a bridegroom. She wound her legs around me and whispered in my ear till I creamed her. I gave her a good, fat cuntful. And when I got up to go into the can, Corley rolled over between her legs and lapped the whole mess out of her. He was a jizz-nut.
"Before I left that day, I got her down and slid my dong up between her breasts. She folded them in on it and I screwed her that way. Corley came running and got his lips down under her chin just as I shot the wad. Adele was screaming with laughter and the two of us were humping and rolling around so Corley got the cock in his mouth and finished me off. It was a good party all right.
"I like my work okay. Of course, some times are a lot better than others. Some guys are shits - I've had guys want me to crap on them and I usually don't go with the kinky ones because you never know what'11 happen. But you get the weirdos now and then without knowing it. Once I got into a motel with two guys and they broke out some whips and started making welts. I got out, but with some cuts and bruises.
"I don't mind the jism-nuts like Corley because they seem harmless, at least the ones I've met. I don't like to suck off strangers and I don't if I can help it. I don't do any fast jobs in cars anymore anyway. There's a lot of the one-two-three routine, one guy blows another and passes the jizz to another via a kiss, and then back to the first guy who swallows his own soup. But that's not as bad as the piss-in-my-mouth guys - I don't fool with them. "But you never know."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sex Circus The voyeur receives sexual gratification from looking at erotic pictures or things, or viewing erotic acts. The people who make "blue" films cater to this class.
The people who actually perform live, also cater to the same group. It took some negotiating for us to question several who were engaged in this trade. We learned many things we are not permitted to publish - or that we promised not to publish. Those, however, are of slight interest in this context anyway.
Neal Butler has been in and out of jail, on various charges, some short-changing, burglary, robbery, etc. He has been a circus barker, a song-plugger, a side-show manager, a whorehouse owner, and so on. For a number of years he and several others operated a small carnival - small and fast-moving - in which crooked wheels, sex shows and plain and fancy whoring were a large part.
"It's easier to make a fast buck than an honest one," he said, "and it's quicker. Only you got to be light on your feet." Butler was a petty crook, of course, but let him tell about his life: NEAL BUTLER: "That's not my real name, Butler. But then, I used different names in different towns. Usually I picked one off a store front or somewhere like that.
"You want to hear about the sex shows we did - we called them the 'flat acts.' You know, flat on your back?
"I had two partners in the carney. Later, we bought one out, but he was mostly away anyhow. The other partner was Jiggy Burton. He was the guy who come to me in the first place and says, 'Let's organize a small company for the crotch trade.' And he laid it all out. He had been doing some planning. Jiggy was an experienced Advance Man so he knew the routes and the people to see. I went for it right off.
"Jiggy and I got the cash together and the acts. Between us we knew all the right people. We got a show together that could play legit if we had to. But we wanted the fast bucks. Our gambling wheels were crooked, but not greedy, you know what I mean?
"Also, none of our girls had the clap or chancres. Jiggy and me, we tried them all. We wouldn't hire a dame we hadn't screwed; that included the husband and wife acts.
"What we had, that first season, was gambling, wheels and cards and dice; a girlie show on stage that stripped right down to cunt hair; a side-show for the freaks, dames getting screwed by dogs; a fuck show for selected audiences; and a whorehouse.
"Not a bad line-up. Later we cut the whore stuff because it didn't pay for the trouble it was. We could collect for the show and get out and no trouble as a rule. We had too much drinking and yelling the other way.
"You can see, we had to grease the wheels. Jiggy went ahead and fixed the setup. It had to be fixed, there wasn't no other way. The cops would swarm all over us if not. I don't want to say the cops were crooked, because they sure weren't. We found the cops were a lot more honest than the damn politicians. They double-crossed us a few times.
"All right. We traveled in trucks and pickups mostly, because it was easier to camouflage them and they were faster on the get-away than a towed trailer. We stole a couple of the trucks, and the guys on the crew painted them overnight, and changed them around a little bit. We got away with it.
"We had eleven girls in all, and we got 'em from everywhere. I didn't have no problem getting pretty girls who would fuck, but I did have a job getting a good looking chick with a dog. There were a couple in Chicago that I knew about, taking it in the tail from Rover, but they were old, broken-down whores with cunts as big as Boulder Dam.
"Jiggy said we had to have a dame who would do a dog act because he knew what they wanted. I didn't argue with him. But we were all set with everything else before I found the right pussy. I tried to train one or two of the girls, but they didn't want none of that. I couldn't blame them, because the dog girl was usually the low broad on the totem pole. 'A dame who'll let a dog screw 'er will eat shit - ' That's what they said.
"But I put the word out and kept putting it out. And one night a guy showed up at my motel. It was damn near midnight and I got this knock on the door. I open it and here stands a skinny little squirt who looks like he missed lunch and supper, toting a big suitcase. He asks me if I'm Mr. - whatever my name was then, and I say 'sure.' He wants to come in, so I say okay, what you want?
" 'I got a dog act f'you,' he says. 'Ain't you the guy?' I nod my head and this bugger opens the suitcase and out walks this dog. He's a good sized, short hair pooch, gray-brown in color, and he looks hungry, too.
" 'Listen,' I said, 'I can get lots of dogs, what I - ' " 'I got the girl out in the car,' he told me.
"Of course I blinked a little at that. But I was leery of him. 'That hound don't look like he can keep a pecker stiff.' " 'Don't you worry about Pete.' The guy petted him. 'He's a little underfed right now, sure, but he can go.' "This guy's name was Alvin and he wanted to talk money. I wanted to see the girl. Alvin said she was good-looking, but you never know what a guy thinks is good-looking. Finally I agreed on a deal, providing the dame proved up. I even found a chunk of meat for the dog.
"Alvin said, 'Okay, we got a deal.' " 'Providing,' I said.
"'Yeah. But you'll like this act. I'll go get 'er and she'll show you.' "He brought her in and I locked the door. She was about his height and nice and round under the coat. She had straw colored hair and big innocent eyes and looked like a farm girl right out of the hayloft. And I guess she was. Her name was Clara and she was a drop-out from the second grade.
"Alvin introduced me as the 'boss,' and told her I wanted to see the act. 'If he likes it, we're hired.' She gave a little giggle at that. Alvin asked me if I had a drop of something in the joint, and I got a bottle and three glasses out of a suitcase. Clara shed the coat and started petting the dog as Alvin poured a slug each. She wore a sleazy dress - they were poor as hell, those two. I found out later they weren't married. They had been traveling around trying to make ends meet.
"She tossed the liquor down in a hurry, then Alvin told her to go ahead and do it. Me and Alvin sat down and I gave him a cigarette. 'She's gotta hot up the dog,' he said, 'it'll take a minute.' "I said to take all the time she wanted. She was good to look at. My pecker got hard as soon as she slipped out of the dress. She took off her bra and panties and she sure was a peachy doll, titties and round ass to spare. She blinked her big eyes at me and got down on her knees beside the dog, petting him and rubbing his back, and then her hand slipped down and petted his cock. In a minute she was jazzing the cock and grinning. The damn dog liked it too. You could almost see him smile. She got his cock hard and it came out, long and pink and shining and hung out, about eight or nine inches of it.
"She giggled a little and said in a little, tiny voice, 'He's ready now.' "Man, so was I. I could have got down and pronged her silly. My cock was so hard it was about to bust my pants. Alvin was sitting there, staring at her. He didn't say nothing, just nodded. She rose then and stood in front of the dog and opened her legs wide. The dog got busy licking her pussy. I could smell it.
" "That gets 'im hot,' Alvin hissed at me.
"It looked to me like it got her hot. She began moving her ass and rolling her white shoulders around a little and her titties swayed and rolled - it sure was a great scene. Pete was slobbering in her cunt and his pink cock got harder and longer. Then he grabbed her leg with both his forelegs and tried to hump her kneecap. I'll swear that damn dog was smiling.
"She gave a little tinkling laugh and got down on her hands and knees then, sideways to me so I could see good. The dog's snout was up under her in a second, then he ran around behind her and mounted her butt. That dog's fanny was thrusting like a machine gun. Clara reached between her legs and guided the pecker and it speared her cunt in the first lunge. The dog was holding her with his forelegs around her waist and ramming the cock in faster than hell, his tongue lolling out.
"She looked at me and her mouth was round like an 'O.' 'He's in me,' she whispered in that little girl voice.
"Man, he sure was. He was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I just sat there and watched it, with my pecker trying to bust out. Damn, I sure envied that hound.
" 'How long'll he do it?' I asked Alvin.
" 'D'pends on how horny he gets first. Maybe ten minutes - he likes t'do it.' "She liked it, too. The dog was ramming her hard and she was gazing at me, sort of nodding, batting her big eyes, with her red mouth open. She was a pretty, fresh kid. I thought I was damn lucky to get her - and the dog. Jiggy would love this act.
"I crawled off the chair and got on my hands and knees beside her. The dog looked at me and didn't miss a stroke. I slid my hand under her, feeling her belly, and she looked around and smiled. I slid the hand down to her cunt, hearing her little tingly giggle. I felt the big hard cock working in and out, squishing and foaming. I felt her cunt for a little bit, then ran my hand the other way and rubbed her naked tits, soft and firm.
" 'Is this the whole act?' I asked, and I don't know why I did. I kept feeling her tits.
" 'Well, we do somethin' else too,' Alvin said, kind of apologetic.
" 'What?' Clara sure looked good the closer you got. She had a peaches and cream skin. Her brown eyes were big and deep and shining - maybe a little vacant, but they sure were pretty. And her lips were full and moist - and kissable.
I was so engrossed in looking at her and feeling her I didn't notice Alvin. He pulled a chair up in front of her.
" 'Sometimes we do this too,' he said. He sat on the chair and hauled out a nice, big, hard prick. It was right in her face. She bent her head and took half the thing in her mouth and started sucking it busily.
" 'I'm a son of a bitch,' I said. She looked too damn innocent to know about cocksucking. But I could tell from the way she gobbled him that she had been doing it plenty. Alvin sat there and smirked at me. He had a nice rod on him.
"About that time the dog gave a kind of gurgle and shot his load. He went hump-nuts for a minute, tongue hanging out, panting like he was chasing rabbits, and then he sort of tapered off. He grunted and I sure thought he sighed that it was over. He slid off her back and the jism trailed across the carpet. His cock went 'plop' out of her.
"Clara looked around at me and giggled softly. 'It tickles,' she said, squirming her shoulders. " 'He shoots a good wad of goop,' Alvin told me.
"I went in and got a towel and rubbed her wet ass off. She kept sucking Alvin excitedly, without using her hands. He could see that I had a hard-on as big as his. He didn't say anything when I crawled behind her and pulled it out. She looked at me when I shoved it up into her, then went back to blowing him. I fucked her as hot as the damn dog did. But I didn't last as long.
"Alvin went first. He got stiff. His legs stretched out, one on each side of her. He began to jerk up and down and he sucked in his breath and yelped when he blew it. I could actually hear it spurt. I could see her reaction when she got the mouthful and hear the changed sound of her lips as she sucked it down. The blow job triggered me and I gushed up her pussy and battered it in a hot little paroxysm. It felt great.
"She kept on with Alvin for another five minutes at least. He sure had trained this pussy right. She sucked him soft, then licked it a while till he finally put it away.
" 'You're hired,' I told him, then I took them out and bought them a dinner. They were both starved.
"When we went back to the motel - they stayed the night in my room - she went down on me a couple of times.
"Clara turned out to be the youngest girl in the bunch. She didn't know anything at all - I doubt if she knew who was president. She could read only with the greatest difficulty, so she didn't bother. At first I thought she didn't know anything because she had no schooling. But the more I knew her, the more I realized that she wasn't too damn smart naturally. She would believe anything you said to her if you looked like you knew. Alvin had been telling her what to think for a long time - since she'd been fifteen.
"He told me she was an orphan and he'd found her in a girls' school and got her to run off with him. Who knows? Maybe it was true. Clara wouldn't say. It was a little hard to talk to her anyway because she just didn't know much of anything. The only thing she knew for sure was that she liked to get screwed. She liked it and you could tell she liked it. Every show we had, the audience would go bananas for her and that humpy dog - and Alvin, too, when he fed her his prick.
"Alvin went through all the girls in the show as fast as he could put their asses on a pad. He turned out to be a horny bastard, always humping somebody. Luckily he didn't make a fuss when the guys went for Clara. They ganged up on her sometimes, five and six of them, half drunk in the back of a moving truck, screwing her till they couldn't see straight. Clara just giggled in that funny little voice and took all they gave her. Jiggy swore to me he fucked her in the ass, but Alvin told me she didn't like it that way.
"The other big number in the show was the screwing and crotch stuff, the 'flat acts.' "We started out to just have a couple or two on a couch doing some blowing and fucking. But it got better than that. Somebody had sent me a guy and his wife, Homer and Lily, who used to do a high wire act. Homer had suffered a fall though and lost his nerve. He'd piss his pants if he saw a wire.
"They were both good-looking. Lily had a beautiful figure; her tits sagged slightly because they were so big, but who cared? She and Homer had come down fast in carney when he wouldn't do the high wire. They had done odd jobs and sold tickets and finally got out entirely. They went into a nightclub, dancing, and made out. Then they went topless, dancing, then bottomless. They ended up in a private club dancing naked and screwing on the stage.
"Homer took over the flat acts and made sort of a variety show out of it. He juggled the acts around according to the audience. He had seven girls to work with, including Lily, and four guys. The guys were always harder to get than girls. The best guy we had was Ruscio, who said he was a Turk. He had long black hair and a long fat cock that would stay hard forever. Homer built the show around him.
"Most of the time we had to perform in a room, not on a stage. If there was a chance, we could rig something up, but usually we just carted in some mats and put them on the floor. The show started with five dolls coming out, taking off their clothes to a phonograph record, a little dancing, and a lot of high kicking so the guys could get a good look at the pussy. Then Ruscio came running out. The girls would screech and run in all directions, but Ruscio would catch one and proceed to fuck her nice and wicked. That woke everybody up.
"Then there were the black-outs. That was a series of screwing or sucking - the lights would go out, then on. When they came on somebody would be doing someone hot and heavy. Lights out for something new. Again and again. Homer had a dozen black-out acts all worked out. Everybody knew what to do. You could tell by the applause or the yelling and whistling what the goddamned crowd like best, and then we would keep giving them that.
"Most of the black-outs were three people or more. And one of the acts that always got a wild hand was the frigger. That was four or five guys and girls lined up across the stage or the room, all beating their meat when the lights came on. A few times the crowd yelled so much when the blackout came that we had to keep it on till the guys shot the juice. Sometimes we had the girls frigging the guys, and vice versa - that always brought the roof down.
"The rape scene was a big one, too. One of the girls would come out with all her clothes on, and Ruscio or one of the others, sometimes Homer, would come running out, half naked, and grab her. She would scream like hell and fight him, but he would tear her clothes off and screw her. Sometimes the audience got pretty wild and we had to keep someone handy because drunks came running up and wanted to get in the act. Usually we let them do it if we could.
"You had to be careful that it didn't get everyone cock-happy so they'd riot. Some audiences got awful excited. We didn't care if they screwed the girls, we just didn't want them hurt. Lots of times we had three and four guys out of the audience humping the girls and the rest of the crowd always got a special kick out of it. The girls took it big and egged them on, of course.
"Homer arranged for certain guys to come up, now and then, if the show was sluggish. It spiced it up. Sometimes a man would take a naked girl off the stage and screw her in the middle of the audience. The crowd threw coins when they liked the acts. It mounted up, the dough.
"Lily did a lesbian act with a little flossie blonde, Millie. Millie was about twenty, with smallish pointy tits, but a great figure - beautiful legs. Millie always told everybody that she wasn't really a lez, but she went after Lily's cunt so crazy that I never was sure. Lily told me that Millie made her come damn near every time she got her tongue working.
"And we had one fairy. His name was Kenny; he was slim and almost as pretty as the girls, long hair, and he was so queer he had to sit down to pee. Like Clara, he was a drop-out from an early age. He had run off with a guy, he told me, and had spent most of his time from the age of seven sucking every cock he could find. That was the groovy thing about Kenny. Almost the first thing he'd tell you when you met him was that he was a homosexual. The next thing was, 'Y'wanna have some fun?' Kenny's idea of fun was to go down on a cock. We didn't dare let him go into a bar alone because he'd grope every guy who came along. Ruscio or one of the others always went with him. Kenny loved Ruscio, especially.' And Ruscio seemed to get a charge out of the little guy. He let Kenny slobber all over his dick between shows, and he'd shove the rod up Kenny's ass and Kenny would coo like a bird.
"The crowds always got a charge out of Ken- ny. He never missed. He had a lot of personality and he had the crowd on his side right off - he told fag jokes, and then when he sucked a prick for them - or a half dozen, they loved it.
"And Kenny got along well with everyone on the show, too, even the girls. That was rare because a lot of fags are pretty shitty. The girls liked him; they did their hair together, and sewed, and like that.
"Near the end of our first year, I talked Mil-he into joining Clara with the dog act. We needed two girls because it was a real popular deal. I also tried to get Alvin to let the hound screw him in the butt but he wouldn't do it. He was afraid of the knob on the damn dog. Not even Kenny would let Pete boot his ass.
"We had a whorehouse that year, too. Most of the girls spread for the trade. We charged what the traffic would bear and took the guys to a motel usually. Our pitch to the hard-ons in the audience was, 'If you wanted to get the old gun off in. one of our babes, just make a date with a guy at the door.' He'd give them the address and a time. We usually took two or three motel rooms with the owner's okay - we let somebody give him a blow job - and we did a thriving business after the show.
"Kenny got in on it too, at his own request. I was surprised at how many guys wanted to get blowed by him. Kenny would have done it for free, but we always got five bucks a throw for his mouth.
"Yes, we got raided a few times. Jiggy usually had an air-tight deal set in advance, but it backfired. I like my business, but I may have to start peddling pots and pans. That's life, I guess."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lady Lovers If the experts can be believed, homosexuality is on the upswing around the world. And our own investigation, along with other sources, corroborate this fact. One prominent aspect of this escalation is the burgeoning trade of the lesbian prostitute.
For years certain massage, health, beauty clubs and parlors have been suspect as meeting places for homosexuals. Records show this to be true in varied parts of the land. Contrary to most beliefs, people with homosexual drives do not always meet new friends in bars or through regular social contact. A thumbnail list might provide dozens of innocent-looking establishments that cater to the homosexual's needs.
It may well be that the beauty clinic or parlor is not one of the more popular meeting places, but we did locate Estelle Smithfield at one. Estelle is a lithe, athletic girl, although her feminine appearance makes her appear to be much more fragile than she actually is. She is a long-term lesbian and has no reluctance in stating her preference. "I'm just lucky to be able to combine business and pleasure," she told us.
Estelle is the resident lesbian in the establishment where she works. She is technically employed as a beautician, but her real job is to supply sexual thrills to an in clientele.
ESTELLE SMITHFIELD: "I'm twenty-seven and I'm single. I room with another girl, Dorrie, and I've worked at my job for about eight years now, including training.
"I met Dorrie about a year ago and fell in love with her. She's a secretary and has no idea of what I really do for a living. She thinks I'm a beautician - like everybody else does.
"When I first came here, there was another woman in the clinic who handled the 'love' trade. Yvonne - that was her name - was a Hungarian with one of those real earthy accents. She spotted me right off and took me home with her that very first night. Lord, she almost drove me up the wall with her wild lovemaking.
"But Yvonne was too glamorous and slinky to remain in a beauty clinic. She ran off with some rich broad about a month after I had been initiated and we never heard from her again.
After about a week, the owner of the clinic called me in and offered me Yvonne's job. The owner, Melanie, is a 'straight,' but she wanted to retain as many of Yvonne's customers as she could. They paid well, apparently. I was offered a raise if I proved out, and other benefits. I never even asked her how she knew I might be interested.
"But I told her I was. So she showed me the ropes.
"The clinic was a large and very posh place. We had some of the best names in town and charged some of the highest prices. My operating room was a tiny two-room suite where I was supposed to give shampoos and massages. I wore a silky, almost see-through uniform, and nothing underneath.
"She went over my customer list with me very carefully, and I was startled at her language. She was very clear and concise to me about what the different customers wanted, what they would pay for, and what they expected. "This is so and so,' she would say, 'she comes in for a tongue massage and expects to blow her cookies at least a couple of times.' Just like that. Another one liked her titties sucked and would diddle herself while I did that. I admit it shook me a little because I had no experience of that kind.
"I guess I looked a little shook up, because Melanie took me down to her private office and gave me a stiff drink and a pat on the head. 'Give it a try,' she said. 'If you don't like it, fine. No hard feelings.' "I thought that was fair enough, so I said I would. My first day went smoothly. The ladies made reservations in advance, so I knew exactly who was coming in and when. I could look up what the list said about them and be ready . . . it was all in code. I had to learn the code by heart so we had no evidence lying about.
"I discovered immediately that most of the ladies wanted to be sucked on. They wanted me between their thighs, tonguing them hotly. I'm told that's what men want, too. I never had a man.
"I kept the rooms warm and in a soft, rosy light, with dreamy music piped in. It was as much for myself as for them, because a few of the ladies were not my cup of tea. I had to clench my teeth and remember I was making a good score by doing this. And I had to think of it as a job when I went down on some of them. But I licked them off and tried to make them like it.
"But the third woman who came in that day was a real dream boat. She was an ash-blonde with a crazy figure and a beautiful face. She was one of those super-rich dolls who had everything and tried everything, like that. The hostess came in with her and introduced us, very ritzy and all. The blonde was Elaine, and when she looked at me with those big, deep eyes a little shiver got started in my spine. She pushed the hostess out and locked the door. 'You're very cute, darling, what's your name?' '"Estelle -' "She was in my arms them - or I hers - and kissing me. I could have fainted. My first day on the job, and this! I think I would have paid her to keep on kissing me!
"She got naked very quickly and wanted me the same way. Then she pulled me in to the other room with the couch. I had two rooms, one with a massage table and one with a sort of three-quarter bed-couch. Elaine was the mo3t experienced woman I had ever been in bed with. Dorrie and I just make wild, crazy love and suck each other off till we're each ready to scream. This wonderful blonde knew every tiny zone or spot on a woman's body that could give pleasure. She took the offensive and just loved me till I was shuddering and moaning and popping my orgasms in a steady string. She would come up the backs of my legs, tonguing and licking and kissing, and in between my buttocks, doing the same, until by the time she reached my anus I was orgasming and trembling like a leaf.
"I had a stock of vibrators, but she didn't need one. Her educated tongue slid into me and I did the vibrating all by myself. I was wild to get my mouth on her pussy, but she teased me, letting me almost get it, almost lick it, and squirm away, giggling. She loved to tease, then convulse me. When she finally let me have it, I went crazy licking her and she came like a volcano.
"We squirmed and twisted for a long, long time, me wildly licking and sucking her cunt - it tasted like nectar - and her jerking and burying her head in my crotch.
"While we sixty-nined, I began to realize that she was having a wonderful time, too, and this made me more confident. I was able to drive her onto cloud nine with my tongue. Then I sucked her breasts for a long, long time and masturbated her at the same time. It was the most hectic crazy afternoon of my life.
"We ran 'way over her allotted time, but neither of us thought about it. The hostess didn't dare break in on us. They had to cancel another lady - telling her I had been taken ill.
"We finally just simply wore each other out. It had been too wild and ravishing. I could hardly stand, I had orgasmed so many times. She was white and drawn-looking - but very happy. She pulled me close to her, kissing me tenderly, whispering that she had never had a more exciting time and saying now that she had found me, she would be back again and again.
"I helped her into her clothes, and when she had gone, I crawled back onto the bed, exhausted. In about fifteen minutes the hostess hurried in and wanted to know what the hell the two of us had done. The hostess was one of the few who was in on my real duties. I told her, feebly, that I had given Elaine the deluxe treatment, that was all.
"The hostess - who was straight - gave me a real funny look and said, T might just come in for that deluxe job myself sometime.' "I found out later they had had to help Elaine into a cab. She was pooped. The owner came up to see me, pleased as hell that I had satisfied her best customer so well. But it had almost killed me. I could not have stared another cunt in the face that day - even it it had been hers. I slept for an hour before I went home, and I had to snap and growl at Dorrie that evening to keep her out of my pants. I apologized later.
"Did I use dildoes on my customers? Of course, many times. Often it was a two-way dildo, both of us scissoring and squirming. But, as I said, most of the women wanted to be sucked off."
We believe it is interesting to include a short account by a lesbian "hustler." Her name is Sylvia and she works a particular bar because her closest friends run it, though they do not own it. Most of her clients come from referrals. Sylvia splits with them and they refer prospective clients to her.
Sylvia is thirtyish and very good-looking in a feminine way. She makes herself as feminine as possible and usually takes the passive role. "I'll suck 'em if they pay my price," she told us, "but mostly I just spread and let 'em lick up the goodies."
Sylvia is married, but her husband is a cripple and has been so for a year. He cannot move without a wheelchair and he cannot achieve an erection. He works, however, with his hands, but makes very little money. Sylvia has not told him what she does. "He thinks I work for a real estate firm."
She had been raped by an older woman when she was thirteen and the experience had intrigued her. When another girl made a pass at her later, she accepted the invitation. The two of them made wild love in a car, then in the girl's house, and on various beaches in the summertime. By the time Sylvia reached early high school she had come to realize she was bi-sexual.
"I let some boys do it to me," she said, "and it was okay. Different from the girls."
The interesting thing was that, when she needed money in a hurry and thought of making it with her body, she first catered to women, not men.
SYLVIA EDWARDS: "Maybe I went for girls first because of Frankie. Frankie ran this bar, you know. I went in there one day, just by accident, and Frankie grabbed me. Frankie was a grabber - under the table, you know? Anyway she made a grab for my pussy, and she kept grabbing. She'd lean over the table and tell me how hot she was for me. She bought me drinks. That was while Jim was in the army, before he got busted up. Anyway, I don't know why I went back in there but I did, and naturally I wound up in the back room with Frankie going down on me.
"I was lonely, didn't know hardly anyone in town, and Frankie was a good sort. She began to come to my apartment a couple times a week and we'd get in bed and eat each other - only Frankie mostly worked on me.
"Then a friend of Frankie's, Helen, began to come over, too, and the three of us would have some wild old suck parties, blowing each other three-way and sucking titties like crazy. It was a lot of fun. Sometimes with pot and sometimes with bourbon. That went on for seven or eight months. I never had a penis in me all that time. Only dildoes and tongues. I guess I almost forgot how to fuck.
"But when Jim got home, in that wheelchair, it didn't matter anyhow. He couldn't. I'll skip all the stuff that went on between us. I had to go out and get a job. That's when Frankie suggested I take on a few dames she knew.
"The first one was easy, a nice gal who gave me a drink in her apartment, then crawled across the floor, in between my legs and began licking me as I sat on her couch. All she wanted was to browse on my pussy and feel me. I went back to see her every week for months and months. The second one met me in Frankie's bar and we went in the back room. She spent about an hour licking me. That was nice, too.
"My first kinky customer was a woman who wanted me to beat her. She paid well, so I did. She was a little older than me, not fat but pretty well made, a big woman. She had huge breasts and a big bush between her legs. I had to yell at her and hit her with my hands, then strap her fanny real good and tell her what a rotten girl she had been.
"That really turned her on. I was surprised at how hot she got. While I was hitting her she started diddling herself and jerking. The harder I strapped her the better she liked it and the wilder she got. She jerked herself off two or three times, then she turned and wrestled me to a couch and began licking my twat like a mad woman.
" 'Hit me,' she hissed - because I forgot to do it when she got her tongue in me - 'Hit me, hit me - ' So I switched her on the back and she moaned and slobbered between my legs and made a real pig of herself.
"I had another funny customer, a woman who had me sit in the back seat of her car with her, while her husband drove us around town. They looked like an ordinary middle-aged couple, not fat, not thin. She was well dressed and they had a good car. I sat with her and masturbated her with my fingers. She hardly felt me at all - just a little when I first got in. She slumped down in the corner of the seat, spread her legs wide and I got a couple of fingers in her and diddled her real furiously. She held me, embraced me while I did it, but she didn't kiss me very much. She was crazy for frigging.
" 'Ohhh, God,' she would whisper in my ear, 'you've got me on the verge - keep me there, keep me there - ' I would try, but pretty soon she'd slip over the edge. Then she'd gasp and pant and say out loud, 'God, I'm coming! I'm coming!' And she'd buck and jerk and moan and twist and I would really frig her. The car smelled like pussy, of course, and her husband could hear every tiny little sound.
"I got a chance to look over the back seat once, and saw that he had his penis out of his pants, sticking up, and was caressing it. So he enjoyed it too, but he never once wanted to put it into me. He never said a word anyway, just drove the car and thanked me when we were finished and I was getting out. "I did her lots of times and it was usually just the same thing. She was hot to be frigged, with her husband listening and jacking himself off. A few times she slid her finger into me at the same time, but mostly not. You get all kinds. I went to another woman's apartment one afternoon at Frankie's direction, a woman named Wilna. Frankie thought Wilna wanted to blow me.
"When I got there, Wilna's husband was I there, too. They were both stark naked. He had a nice cock sticking out. I introduced myself, feeling kind of funny, because they were all polite and everything. They were both young and not bad at all. She had lovely big tits.
"They paid me more than Frankie had told me they would, and then they had themselves a lot of fun undressing me. They were like a couple of kids with a stick of candy. Both of them were kissing me, undressing me and kissing some more, then kissing each other. He had a very large hard-on and kept slapping me On the thighs with it.
"By the time I was naked they had licked and sucked every inch of me. I was very, very hot, of course. We went into the bedroom and their king-size bed. They told me to kneel and both of them went to work, one licking my cunt and the other my anus. Then they changed off - and changed back. I couldn't hold out too long under that kind of loving, so I just suddenly went to pieces and orgasmed all over the place. They loved that! Both of them were all over me while I jerked and moaned, licking and exciting me, and finally tapering off as I subsided.
"Then they laid me on my back. Wilna cuddled my head and fed me her titties. While I was sucking them, her husband, Don, got between my legs, right up close to my wet cunt. I watched him wrap his hand around that big hard cock and start to frig himself. He even winked at me while he did it. Wilna reached out and they kissed very wetly, tongues intertwining.
"Then they had to stop that because he was right on the verge of making himself come - 'I'm gonna shoot it,' he said to her, frigging like crazy. Then, to my surprise, he put it right into my cunt and thrust it in deep. In another second he was fucking me very hotly and I could tell he was coming, shooting the load!
"Wilna scooted down close, squealing a little in her eagerness. When he pulled out the cock, she dived at my cunt and began lapping his jism up as hot and fast as she could go! She was wild for it! Don rolled over, and crawled to me, kneeling by my head. He cuddled me close to him and put the big, goopy cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. It was the first cock I had sucked on in a long time.
"I played with his prick for quite a while. It got soft after I had milked it. Then he got up and brought us some drinks and cigarettes. We smoked and had a drink and watched Wilna get her kicks. She was curled up between my thighs, nursing on my cunt. Now and then she lifted her head and I gave her a drag on a cigarette and I could feel her blow smoke into my slit.
"After a bit Wilma asked him to do it again. So he asked me to help him. He put it between my lips again and frigged himself with me licking the end of it. That got it good and hard.
"Then he went down between my legs and rubbed it on my pussy for a bit, then he jacked off again. He put it in me and fucked himself over the edge like before, and Wilna scurried down and lapped it all up as before.
"Most of my 'contacts' are quick ones, though. Sex grabbed on the run, mostly. A fast cunt-licking in a room somewhere is the norm. It's just to make a buck. I get a kick out of some, and others I hate. But I don't want a nine to five job, so I take what comes and try to ride along. I keep hoping something will happen so I can get out of it. I wonder if it ever will."
CHAPTER NINE
I Was Once A Man The trans-sexual is one who has changed from one sex to the other. They are mostly males who have become females via operation. We occasionally hear about one or two in the newspapers. Here is a short account of the strange life of a new trans-sexual, formerly David, now Dessie.
The change-over requires more than just the simple removal of penis. With that organ goes all chance of returning to the old life. It is a very important decision for anyone to make and apparently many who think they can make it "chicken out" at the last moment. They cannot abide the idea of castration.
Dessie's adam's apple was not large, fortunately, so that "she" is not grotesque as are some "queens." Her beard is still a problem, depilatories do not really solve it. Her entire muscle structure seemed to change, however, as her body reacted to the enforced change.
The biggest change, outside of the operation itself, was mental. Here is what "she" says: DESSIE SPRAGUE: "Yes, I was a TV before, like I wore women's clothes at home, at parties, and other certain places. I wasn't in the service because of being a homo. Now I'm twenty-nine, brown hair, not a bad-looking girl if I do say so myself. At least I'm real.
"I lived with a lot of guys, sure. I made the whole scene, drugs, orgies, everything but girls. I never hit the sheets with a girl. Now I think I'm finding out. I'll tell you about that in a minute.
"Even as a teen I was always slight, just a little guy, five feet eight, which isn't much for a man nowadays. And I had the mannerisms - no, I don't mind talking about them, what the hell, I know it. I had the mannerisms because I was a natural born homo. I should have been a girl. My genes or whatever just got fucked up somewheres. My old man despised me, and even my mother seemed to think - well, I caught her looking at me very funny a lot of times. I had an older sister who left home early as she could. I hardly knew her. But I grabbed a lot of her clothes.
"That's what I wanted, even as a kid. I wanted to dress up like a girl. I went into plays in school and I could play the women better than the girls could. Anyway, I got a charge out of dressing in girl's clothes, panties, bra and the whole bit. I did it in my own room at night when all the rest of them were in bed. I'd sleep in the nylon panties all night long and sometimes I'd wear them all day under my regular pants. No one could tell. But it gave me a charge.
"On Halloween I would dress as a girl and run out with the other kids. At parties I always dressed in girls' clothes if I could, that's why I loved costume parties. And that's how I got raped. I was almost twelve.
"I knew about sex, of course, plenty. By then I knew I couldn't stick my dingus into a girl. Man, I just couldn't! I knew where I wanted it, because there were other homo-tending kids like me and we talked and giggled together. A few times we did some groping. By twelve I had already had some hot little feel sessions with a couple of them. We'd go into a room or basement or somewhere and feel each other's cocks. That drove me up the chimney! I'd play with myself all night long just thinking about handling a pecker.
"My biggest before-twelve thrill was one afternoon when I went home with Sammy, one of the kids in my class. He was just like me, slender and a homo-to-be. No doubt. Anyway, his parents were not home when we got there. We had something out of the refrigerator and talked. Then Sammy wanted to play some games that would give us bodily contact. I knew what he wanted right off the bat - and I wanted the same thing.
"We weren't the athletic type, neither of us, but we started wrestling. And not too hard, either. Half way into a hold, Sammy found my dick and hung on to it. I relaxed and let him feel it. Then he unzipped my pants and took it out into the open air. It was nice and hard. The next thing I knew, Sammy had his mouth around it, sucking on it. Instantly I knew that that was what I wanted to do to him!
"I squirmed around and unzipped him. The two of us laid on the floor, twitching and writhing like a couple of eels and sucking each other as hard as we could go. The both of us got that 'crazy feeling,' that's what we called it, over and over again. When I look back on it, it was a wild little session, sucking and giggling and flopping and moaning, and doing it all over again. God, we were hot! I guess we'd still be there doing it if his parents hadn't come home.
"The next day after school we got together and talked about it. It was the first time for each of us, and we were hot to go again! But it wasn't .easy finding a place. The first time we went out in a field where the weeds were pretty high. We took turns, one of us watching to make sure we weren't caught, and the other one eating cock. The agreement was that each one of us would do it to the other till he got the 'feeling,' so we tried to hold off as long as possible.
"Sammy was better at holding off than me. I blew off easy, so I wound up sucking Sammy most of the time. But I didn't mind. I liked it so much that I began looking for another guy to play with. Just thinking about having a dick in my mouth gave me a hard-on.
"It was easy to find one because there were several like us in the school. I went to Sammy's house after school and we swapped ends and a couple of hot orgasms. That night I went to the library and met Phil. Only we didn't stay in the library; we went down the street to the best dark spot and started feeling up each other's legs. Phil's big passion was to slide his hand down the waistband of my pants and grab my naked prick.
"I told him there was something better than that. He was willing to let me, so I took his prick out and knelt in front of him and sucked on it good and hard. I had him jerking and panting in less than five minutes! By then I was a very good cocksucker. After I made him come, he got down and sucked on me, hesitantly at first, then bolder and hotter. We had some fun. And after that I had two pricks to Sammy's one.
"I was going to tell about the rape. Well, it was right after a party in the neighborhood. I had gone as a girl, in a girl's costume anyway. It was a dress-up kind of party. And after the party a guy in a car gave me a lift. It wasn't a big deal, but I forgot that I was in a dress. I looked a lot like a girl and acted like one, too, because it was natural for me.
"This fella was about nineteen, maybe twenty, and had a few drinks in him. Anyway, it was dark and he had a girl, he thought, in his car, and he got all horned up. He pulled me over close, put his arm around me and told me how cute I was, and like that.
"Well I knew right off that he was straight That he was looking to fuck a girl, not a guy. It scared me a little. I should have told him I wasn't a girl, but I didn't. He parked the car in a pretty deserted place and then he wanted to feel me. I didn't have any tits, of course, but he didn't expect any. He could see how old I was. He sure wanted to get a finger up my cunt, though.
"And in the middle of our struggle - me trying to keep my crotch out of his reach - I got my hands on his dick. It was still in his pants and hard as steel. He was very surprised when I clung to it. I saw right off that it slowed him down, so I massaged it. The more I handled it the more he liked it, and he stopped grabbing at my crotch.
"He hissed at me, 'You like that, baby?' "I said, 'Sure, can I take it out?' "He had it unzipped in a second. It was the biggest prick I'd had in my hands yet. He yanked me around between his knees and I had the cock in my face.
" 'Lick it up an' down,' he said, pulling my head close.
"Man, that's what I wanted! I took the head of it between my lips and started the friction. That son of a bitch really was astonished. He never expected a little girl to be such a good cocksucker! It was almost embarrassing to hear him praise me so much!
"Then I was astonished. I had been sucking around with kids my own age, remember, and none of us had much jism to squeeze out. But this guy did. When he came he just about choked me! It was the first time I'd had a mouthful of goop; I didn't expect it, and man, I made him scream! He was sore as hell that I'd reared back off the cock just when he shot the load. Of course now, I know how he felt and it's all understandable, but then I was surprised and gulping and choking. He grabbed me and forced the pecker back into my mouth and yelled at me to suck it up. I tried, but I didn't do it very good. He was sure disgusted at me.
"I knew right off the bat what had happened, because I'd heard about ejaculations, but we all have to learn, huh? Anyway, this sonofabitch made me keep on sucking it and it stayed hard. I was trying to get used to the taste of it, and wondering what I was going to do when he squirted another wad of it.
"Then, when I had it all nice and hard as hell with my tongue, he grabbed me. He was a lot stronger than me. He grabbed me and flung me up on the seat and got between my legs in a second.
"When he found my hard little cock he was startled. 'You're a boy!' he said. 'Why you little shit!' He was kind of sore and surprised all at the same time.
"I said, 'Lemme go - 111 suck it if you want -' " 'You little fairy!' " 'Doncha want me to suck it?' "He ripped my panties off instead. 'I'm gonna fuck you anyway,' he growled at me, and he tried to shove his cock up my ass. I never had been screwed that way and he was pretty big. It scared me. I wriggled like hell, but it didn't do any good. He wet the prick and pushed and shoved, and he finally got it in me. It hurt. It felt like a hellish big worm inside of me.
" 'God, you're a tight little bastard,' he said.
He liked that, I think. Anyway he sure fucked my ass. The second load of come took him a lot longer and he really worked it up me. I finally learned how to relax and not fight it, so that by the time he shot his load I was beginning to enjoy it. I was getting screwed by a man. Not bad. I think he almost forgot I was a boy - my legs were up and we were doing it face to face. He got pretty excited. So he gushed up my ass and I squeezed his cock hard and tried to give him a good time. All the time he was reaming me, I was thinking that me and Sammy were sure going to start a new era. I was eager to get fucked by Sammy and Phil. But I didn't have much desire to get my prick into them.
"Anyway, this guy took me almost home and parked the car again. He wanted another turn at bat. I wasn't a girl, but I was warm and I had a hole he could get his cock into. This time I got on my knees and he shoved it in again. I learned how it felt to have a guy frigging your tail. I began to wish I had a cunt instead of that pecker hanging between my legs.
"Maybe that was the first time I'd really wanted a pussy, maybe not. But now I dreamed constantly of having a man in my arms, and having his cock inside me, screwing me.
"I turned-on Sammy and Phil, showing them how to boot my ass. And I went out looking for other guys to screw me in the butt. I located a gay bar and went in late in the afternoon the first time. There were two darling guys behind the bar taking inventory or something. One of them told me I was too young to come in there.
I told him I was just looking for kicks. They looked at each other and one of them took me into a back room. He was blond and dreamy-eyed and he even wore lipstick. He had my prick in both hands in no time.
" 'You're a little sweetheart,' he told me. Then he started going down on me.
"I told him I didn't want that, I wanted him to fuck me. He grinned and said, 'Sure, doll.' Then he took my pants down, squeezed some stuff out of a tube onto his cock and slid the cock into me. Oh, it was great! I was ripe and ready. He blew his wad up my rear long before I wanted him to.
"He wiped it off and went out and the other guy came in. He was bigger and darker and hot. He didn't fool around at all, because the blond had told him what they had, I guess. He laid me on a couch and got on my back and buggered me in a passion. Then the blond guy had another turn - but I'm telling you this to show how I met Daisy.
"I hung out in the back rooms and upstairs at this bar for about a week, taking all comers because I was in one of those lecherous periods. I mean I went there instead of going to the library or wherever I told my parents I was going in the evenings. It was a cinch. They never checked up on me. I'd go into one of those rooms and get naked and anywhere from two to a half dozen guys would cream me in the butt And plenty of times one would cream in my mouth while one worked over my ass. It was like I couldn't get enough. They called me a fag nympho.
"But anyhow, I met Daisy.
"To me, Daisy was a sensation. She was slightly taller than me and about thirty. And Daisy had a cunt - but she had once been a man!
"Maybe I would never have got the idea or the nerve to get my cock changed if I hadn't known her. Daisy was kind of hard-boiled, a brunette with a wide mouth, but not too bad looking. She liked to hang around her own kind for talk, she said. But she lived with a guy; and a guy she had known while she was still a man. That surprised me a little.
"We got on pretty good because she could see that I was her kind. It excited me, just thinking about the thing she had done. I guess I questioned her about it by the hour. She didn't mind, either. And she showed me her pussy - which sure looked to me like the real thing.
" 'It is the real thing for crissakes,' she said. 'A guy can't tell the difference. Hell, lots of women have to get surgery because their holes are fucked up from birth.' "I guess that was so. Anyway, she kidded me into screwing her one day - but it wasn't very successful. It was too much like humping a girl. I just couldn't get it hard enough. It just made her hot and I had to frig her with my finger to get her charge off. But anyway, I knew then that I wanted the same operation.
"I began to save up dough for it. The only way I could make money was to charge guys for using my ass or mouth. In the summer times I hung out at the beach with a little tiny suit on, cut as skimpy as possible to attract the kind of guy who was looking for a place to shove his weenie. I attracted a hell of a lot of them too. Only most of them wanted to play for free. A guy would sidle up to me and run a hand over my ass and say, 'Let's go for a walk - ' or 'Lemme buy you a drink - ' or something like that.
"Some of them I couldn't resist. The real male-looking ones got me all slithery inside and I'd go along with them and do any damn thing they wanted. That was usually rolling naked on a bed somewhere with both of us sucking each other off. Sometimes we went swimming and I'd take it up the butt in the water. Sometimes I found myself out on a boat with a couple of naked, horned-up darlings and I was the meat in their sandwiches. Some of those intimate parties got so witchy that I couldn't even take a crap without someone standing in front of me trying to cream in my mouth.
"But sometimes I got a live one. A guy, often an older guy, would offer me ten or twenty to go with him. He'd take me to his car if it was evening, or his room if we had time. Wherever he took me he wanted to suck my cock first - almost always. The five or ten dollar jobs were usually in a parked car in a dark spot along the beach. Like Willie, for instance. He told me to call him Willie. I don't suppose it was his real name. He was slightly taller than me, heavier, and ten or fifteen years older. And trembling with eagerness to get his hands on me. I mean itchy!
"I was blase about these guys by now, of course. I knew just what they'd say and want. Usually I could dig them for an extra five or so by heating them up again when they went soft. Anyway, Willie was typical. He was hot for me. When we parked, he was pawing me and groping me and actually trembling. He ripped his pants open and his cock jumped out, hard and ready.
" 'Oh, man, I gotta have it,' he panted, and he slid down in front of me, panting like a walrus. I flipped my prick out for him and he swallowed it, or tried to, the first thing. He wallowed in it, licking it and slobbering over it. He was so excited I thought he'd come all over the floor of the car. But he didn't.
"He'd suck me hard and hot, then he'd rear up and rub his prick on mine and jazz them both together for a bit, then back down to sucking. I'd half-lay on the seat, legs spread wide, and watch him go after it. I'd even have a smoke or two while he had his fun. I told him he was a great cocksucker, and he didn't mind being called that. He just giggled nervously and asked me to come for him.
" 'You didn't say anything about me creaming.' "He almost whined, 'But that's what I'm paying for!' " 'You paid me to suck my cock.' " 'But everyone comes! Every time I pay a guy he comes. That's not fair!' "He was right, of course, but I knew I could get more dough out of him after he was all steamed up. It was a shitty trick, but I needed the dough for my operation. I got more dough, too, and then I let him suck me to an orgasm. He loved it and nursed it and savored it - and masturbated himself while he was eating it.
"I felt a little guilty about Willie though. We walked along the beach having a cigarette together, him groping me most of the way. I finally told him to he down and I straddled his face and fucked him in the mouth. He loved it so much he came all over his own pants.
"Once in a while a mark would buy my body for all day or all day and night. Sometimes I'd lay on the beach with them and they'd feel me and play with me all day long. Some of them were gray-faced shitheads, too, and I'd have to go out and snuggle up to some delicious guy to get the taste of them out of my mouth.
"But the operation - well, I got the money at last. I was twenty-two before I could have it done. And I got it right here in the States. A lot of people think you have to go to Denmark, or something. You don't. But it took more than a year to prepare for it and stuff. It's such a change, even muscular changes take place. A doctor told me that a lot of the changes were mental, maybe so. I kept thinking back to Daisy. She always said she was more happy as a woman. That bucked me up. I knew I would be too.
"I had a 'husband' by then, and he gave me a lot of mental help. I sure needed it for that year - and afterward, too. They told me I went out of my mind a little bit, but it worked out. It was all over and I was a woman! But the first time I really looked at myself in the mirror I was shocked. Pale and drawn! God! Was that me? I guess it took damn near another year to really feel right and comfortable.
"I also found I was scared to death of getting fucked, too.# The doctor warned me about that - that I'd feel a lot different. But Joey, my 'husband' took it real easy with me. He didn't try to use my new vagina for a long time, and so I got some confidence. It took a while to learn to be screwed that way. And it took a while to be able to relax and enjoy it. I had just as much sensation, maybe more, I dunno, but it was so different.
"Another thing that surprised me was - I learned something about men that I hadn't thought about. Even though I had been a man, I didn't know how a woman feels about them, but now I sure found out. Naturally, when I was able to screw without worrying, I couldn't resist the darling guys who were hot to get into my panties ... 'husband' or not.
"And all these guys who were making passes at me were 'straights.' I hadn't had much chance to play around with anything but guys who were prick-nuts, so most of these were sort of new to me. They were the kind of guys I had always wanted to suck-off, but as a rule couldn't get.
"Anyway, I went to bed with some and found out what men were really like. Some of them laid me on a bed, crawled on me and just rammed it into me like firing a cannon! They'd go mad with lust and fuck me till they creamed. Then they'd roll off and that would be it. Not too many were gentle and willing to let me have my kicks, too. It sure was an eye-opener.
"But I couldn't resist men. I lost Joey then, because he found me cheating on him - I simply couldn't help it. I was a very good-looking woman, or girl, with a deep voice and a roving eye. Men told me I fired them up, batting my lashes at them. For a time, a year or two, I lived from man to man, not as a whore, but just crazy for sex. A dozen men helped support me, and a hundred fucked me. I had no monthly periods and no fear of pregnancy or worry of taking pills. I was little more than a sex machine. I could no more resist a beautiful man than I could have my lost prick back.
"I went to parties that wound up as orgies. Many times I found myself on the same bed with a real woman, and both of us getting it slammed into us desperately. Then the men would change off. Women accepted me as another woman, without knowing me. Why should they not? A very few noticed my small Adam's apple, and yet now and then the same thing is seen in a woman who has been bom a woman. My biggest problem was my beard. It still grew. Luckily it was light, but I had to shave every day. Sometimes, when out on an orgy, it was damned difficult to arrange. I had to remember to stay sober enough to do it or be unmasked.
"And if I lived with a man, I had to tell him that I was an ersatz woman. He would otherwise inevitably find out. .The shock might be too much for him. And to my surprise, several others who I thought would not accept the fact, did. One never knows, does one?
"So now I am a woman, and I can never be a man again.
"All my records and the facts about me, birth certificate, everything, has been changed to female. Do I regret it? No. Would I do it again? I honestly don't know. I think I've accepted myself now, as a woman. I'm going to try to be happy that way."
CHAPTER TEN
Your Wife For Mine Mate swapping continues and some say it is now practically a part of our culture. A scandal reported in a recent mid-west newspaper turned up several dozen cases. The newspaper hinted at dozens more and put a figure of one thousand persons engaging in swapping in that town or area. Other authorities have guessed at millions for the nation.
No one knows, of course. And the total figures are probably not important except as a gauge for social science explorers.
All of us have heard by now of the various clubs and groups formed to promulgate swapping, to facilitate the bringing together of sex-interested couples or singles. These are not myths. They are very real . . . the clubs are real. We have firsthand knowledge of some of them from a man who was engaged in that business. His name is Walter Newley, but everyone calls him Buzzer.
WALTER NEWLEY: "I got my education in a reform school in Chicago. I was fifteen when I went in, really just a kid.
"In those first years I was pretty lucky. So much so I began to depend on it too damn much. You know, it took the place of thinking. My ward in the school was run by a pretty tough monkey and his gang. Billy L. was his name. He was eighteen. Billy liked me right off. I was nice and young and white, and a little soft, too, I guess. The first night I was in the ward, Billy and two of his guys took me after lights out into the latrine. The two guys held me, Billy warned me to keep shut, then he greased my ass and stuck his dick up me. It hurt like hell, grease and all.
"All three of them reamed me. I was one of the youngest kids in the joint, so that's what I got from then on. The three or four of us young guys got fucked in the ass by the big guys at least a couple times a week - and oftener if they got a horn on.
"But one of those guys got to be a good friend of mine. Teddy. Ted was not quite one of Billy's gang, but just on the fringes. He liked to take it in the butt. He told me, 'My big brudder usta ram me in the garage when we was kids - ' "Teddy was bigger than me, broader and kind of fat. He had a face like pudding, all kind of dumpy and lumpy. He was young, but he looked like a Santy Claus without the beard. I dunno why we got on so good; chemistry, I guess. Most all the guys paired off, for protection if nothing else. You fight a guy, most likely you had to fight him and his pal. Anyway, me and Teddy paired off. He was good with his dukes so no one but Billy L. bothered us. Billy went through the ward, selecting guys for his screwing. A lot of times Billy and his two helpers would shove the victim into a shower and soap him up and rape him in there. I had to submit when my turn came, otherwise get a hell of a beating. Teddy, too, but Ted liked it.
"Ted and I had some fun - at his insistence. He liked to feel it in his rear end. I was getting homy a lot about then, and it was convenient to plug Teddy's ass when we were alone. We never did suck off though. It was just a case of getting the old gun off.
"Anyway, Teddy got released and about six months later I was. released to the custody of my parents. Ted and I got together shortly after that, and the both of us dropped out of school and started selling pot. Pretty soon we were doing pretty good. We added some girls to our line and supplied certain hotels with 'fun packages.' I was screwing girls by then and liking it a lot better than Ted's butt. Teddy liked girls, but he also kept a boy friend. He never did get over liking the prong up the ass.
"We went along that way for quite a while. Now and then we got busted, or we had a party and loused up business for a week or so - we weren't very strict or hard-working businessmen.
"But one of our customers was a guy and his wife.. They used to come to one of the hotels we supplied and spend the weekend balling one or two of the girls we sent them. And once in a while they wanted a guy to join the fun.
"I asked one of the girls what went on, and she said, 'For crissakes, ever'thing. You name it, honey.' "The guy and his wife, the Stowell's, were always interested in new kinds of kicks. One time I sent in a gay kid and a girl and told the Stowell's that they were married. That went over big. The two loved the idea of booting another married couple. As a matter of fact, they got so hot about it, they wanted me to supply them with a married couple every time they had a party.
"So I got to thinking about that. I'd heard about wife swapping, of course, but these two were the only ones I knew. I made the rounds of the saloons and the private clubs, dropping hints and talking to bartenders and pimps and certain owners. I found out there were a hell of a lot of couples looking for cute kicks. Teddy said, 'Hey, maybe we can pick up a coupla bucks getting them together. . . .' "It worked right off the bat. Me and Teddy opened a sort of clearing house, working through secret channels, making pay-offs, but we still coined dough. We got couples together, rented them rooms to screw in, and got them to come back to us for other couples.
"Finally we opened a private club catering to just those kind of people. We called it a social club, but it was nothing more than a fancy amateur whorehouse. Only - it didn't work out too good. We got busted.
"We closed the club and went back to the phone. That was the best bet. Only it had limited possibilities to us. After we introduced the couples to enough other couples they didn't need us anymore. But we did work up a fine, fat business supplying singles to those couples who were looking for oddball kicks.
"One time I had to go out on a call when I couldn't get a single guy in a hurry. The client, a couple named Lewis, wanted a guy who would also play asshole games. Man, I had done that enough, so I went and didn't tell them anything. I said my name was 'Joe,' and they accepted me on cock value. Anyhow, I had been sent by the
club.' "I went to the home of this couple, Warren and Fay Lewis. They had a nice place in the suburbs, and two young kids in the nursery asleep. There was also another couple there, a hard-looking blonde and her husband, Pearl and Greg. They were all half loaded, telling dirty jokes.
"I didn't know any of them when I went in - only by name. I'd never seen them before. But they were expecting me, and when she opened the door, Fay pulled me in and gave me a big French kiss first thing. She was hot and only about half dressed at the time. 'Jeez, you're cute, baby,' she said.
"She led me in and introduced me to the others, and Warren gave me a drink. It was a nice house inside too, cozy and the lighting just right for romance. I was a little nervous, naturally, knowing that I was there as a paid cock. Both the women were looking me over - and not under their lashes either. Pearl, the hard blonde came over and sat beside me, and told one of the dirtiest stories I had ever heard, about a cabin boy on a boat and some hard-up sailors.
"I watched Fay go into another room with Greg and then Warren came over and winked at me. He patted Pearl's tits and said, 'I think you just busted the ice.' "She ran her hand up his leg. 'It's about time.' I watched her grab his cock and squeeze it. The party was getting started. They went into a clutch, ignoring me completely. So I lit a cigarette and sat there beside them, watching them get overheated. Warren was a well-made guy, with a big, square face and a jaw like a football player. Pearl was not petite. She was
an ample broad, with big tits and lots of ass. She wore a dress that showed everything south of the border and her skirt was up to the middle of her thighs. When they began to pant and writhe, I moved back. I didn't want to get caught between them and pounded to death.
"Pearl just didn't give a shit. Her hand slid down and she grabbed his cock and began massaging it . . . this time inside his pants.
"They were so busy they had forgotten me altogether. I got up and looked in the room where the other two had disappeared. They weren't there. I went on to the first bedroom. I could hear the bedsprings before I reached the door. Looking in, I saw Fay getting hosed by Greg. She had wrapped her silky legs about him and they were both panting and kissing and fucking like a couple of crazy wild beings.
"They sure had me hot. I went back and had a drink. Warren and Pearl, about half nude on the couch, were fiddling with each other. 'Give me one, too,' Pearl said. I poured her a drink and took it over. She took the drink and grabbed at my pants. I stood there and let her unzip me and drag out my dong. Warren snickered, rubbing his cock on her naked thigh.
"She gulped half the drink down and hung onto my prick. She looked at Warren, 'Well, come on, honey, screw me, for crissake.' "Warren turned her ass so it was flat on the couch. She spread her shapely legs, gulping the rest of the drink and handing me the empty glass. Warren fed his cock to the slit and she sucked in her breath when it slid in. She grabbed his ass with both hands and yanked him. 'Ohhh, yeah -' "I sat beside them with my prick sticking up. Pearl took a deep breath and turned her head to look at it. She opened her lips and licked it up and down its length. 'A gal alius likes a spare,' she murmured.
"Warren giggled, his nose about an inch from the end of my dick. His ass was moving nicely, working the cock in and out. I could hear the soft squishing in between them, and smell the sex of it.
"Pearl got kind of kitteny. She was feeling good, with a prick in her and another one waiting, and a good slug of whiskey inside her. She humped back at him, giggling and licking his mouth. Then she took my prick in her hand and jazzed it hotly, licked it all over the end, then offered it to Warren. 'C'mon, have a lick, honey.' "And to my surprise, Warren did. He actually licked the head of it and for a couple minutes the both of them were snickering and having a lot of fun licking it together.
"Warren looked up at me. 'I'm gon' fuck you inna ass, baby,' he said. 'You like that?' "I shrugged. 'Sure, I like it.' "But I sure wanted a piece of that blonde. I got up and removed my pants, then I had a look in the bedroom again. They were still doing it, only flopped over, head to tail sucking on each other and ready to pop. I went in and sat on the edge of the bed and neither of them noticed me. They were sizzling and panting and going at it in a frenzy. Man, I mean excited!
"Fay was working his dick like her life depended on it - and then she got a mouthful. It spurted and Greg moaned, and the room began to smell of it. Fay slopped it up, gulping and hissing through her nose, swallowing it and milking the jerking cock with her fingers and gobbling it down. She had Greg squirming and making sounds in his throat, so I knew she was giving him a great time. She sure went after it.' I was so hot just watching her suck it up that I could have shot my wad all over the bed.
"In another minute Fay exploded. She was trying to screw herself on his tongue. Whimpering and moaning, she started to jerk and shudder and he really licked her pussy in a passion. They were a couple of wild mouth-birds. I couldn't stand it. It didn't look to me like I'd get a chance to ram my peter up her slit for a long time, so I beat it back into the other room. I needed a place to stick my dong.
"Warren was just rolling off Pearl, looking glassy-eyed. He had gushed his wad and she was still throbbing. I didn't wait for an invitation.
I pushed her legs apart and climbed into the saddle. Pearl had just enjoyed a nice convulsion, but her motor was still running. ' When she felt me slide on, she closed her legs and arms around me and my cock just slithered into its nest without any help. I had my pulsating inches up her pussy and she was moving the old ass under me in a very agitated way. Man, she was a fucker!
"I humped it in as far as it would go and began to punch her, stroke, drive, thrust! And she purred and held on and screwed back, licking my ear and biting it now and then. The couch bounced and squeaked. She felt wonderful and I was sinking into a very sensuous, pleasant lechery.
"Then somebody was feeling my ass. I looked around to see Greg grinning at me. 'Thass my wife you're fuckin',' he said. He was thinner than Warren; he had one of those card-sharp faces, very wise and intense. He also had a big, long prick sticking out ready to go again. And he was rubbing some kind of whitish stuff on it.
"Warren and his wife, Fay, were gulping down drinks and snickering at us. 'Gi' it to 'im, boy,' Warren slurred. Then Greg climbed on my ass and I felt the cock pushing at my rosebud. The sonofabitch was going to ream me. Pearl felt the added weight and looked around, then she giggled. She knew what he was doing.
"She whispered in my ear, 'Jeez, he likes 'em tight - ' "And then here it came. Greg got it in the socket and oozed it in. It felt like I had a yard of fire hose up my ass. I hadn't been fucked in the butt for months - but you never forget. 'How's it feel?' Pearl asked me.
" 'Like I'm gettin' buggered,' I grunted.
" 'You are, baby,' she giggled. And then Greg was helping us to shake the goddamned couch. He was riding it into me in a very wicked way. I sure enjoyed it too, after he got it in and greased the track.
"Fay came over and smoothed my hair and patted me. She was getting a big kick out of seeing me hosed that way. And she explored down under me, feeling the prick go into my poop hole, giggling. I almost forgot that I was screwing Pearl.
The whole thing was a lot of fun. Especially being in the middle. Only, Warren came around and stuck his prick in my face and wanted me to suck it. I just nuzzled it, because I'm not a cocksucker - well, I've done it, sure, but I'm not one who really craves it, you know? I leave that for guys like Teddy. Anyway, Pearl helped out, and Fay got down and licked the thing and Warren was happy with the action. I slid my hand up Fay's leg and diddled her - we all squirmed and writhed pretty good.
I was hot. I got my wad off in Pearl, and the jerking and oscillating really made that couch jump around. And then, just as I was beginning to subside, Greg fountained up my butt. He groaned and began whacking my buttocks as hard as he could go. I hung on and waited, trying to keep the load off Pearl's tits. He had a good one. I watched Warren's face, and he was licking his lips like he was thinking, 'Man, I'm gonna git into that next - ' And damn if he didn't.
"He let Pearl roll out from under me and then he practically pushed Greg off and climbed onto my rear end. It was funny being the desired one - I found out later that ass-screwing was all the rage with these two couples. Anyway, Warren had his dong up me as far as Greg had. He was jabbing in like he was fresh-horny. Both the girls were urging him on and Greg was mopping his cock.
"So I sopped up another load of come. When Warren shot his wad and fell off, I tried to get Greg to stick me again. I was really getting a kick out of the reaming. But he begged off. We poured more drinks and went looking for the girls. They were in the bedroom licking twats and having a great time. I sat down with them while the two guys went in to grab a shower to clean off their cocks.
"It didn't take me long to get into the twat-licking contest with them. But Fay turned out to be a better cocksucker, so she concentrated on me and I concentrated on Pearl, who was licking the hell out of Fay. A nice three-way.
"Fay got my wad, too. She pulled it out of me very expertly and gulped it down like I'd seen her do with Greg. She liked it raw. After I stopped flopping, I went into the can to piss, and damn if Greg and Warren weren't still in the shower together. They were jammed into the comer, with Greg goading Warren up the tail and the water pouring down on them. Those two sure liked the back door.
"That party lasted till the next day. We went all night long, as much as we could. By the wee hours none of us guys could get our pricks hard, but we still managed some mouth action and frigging.
"When I drove home my cock was sore from Fay sucking it so much. I got some phone calls from her later and we got together quite a few times after that. She sure loved to eat me.
"Me and Teddy put out a little magazine, too. It was filled with dope about people who wanted to meet each other, both singles and couples. Object: fucking. It was the usual thing, box numbers for a small payment, and we sent on letters, and like that. Most of it was routine.
"We had one tricky period though - one of the groups who advertised in our mag was camera nuts. They used to hold parties and take candid pics of the action - and movie shots. I got to know them because one couple screamed their heads off about having the movies shot of them - they were afraid of blackmail. This couple, John and Frieda, got so sore about it that they threatened to call the law. I had to get to the other bunch right quick to stop that! The camera bugs were a couple named Muller, Eric and Lynn, who came to my office with the film.
"Eric was skinny and wore a reddish heard. Lynn was shapely, but she wore such funny clothes it was hard to tell. They were a couple of weirdos, but they didn't want to go to jail, they said. Mostly they didn't want their fun stopped, I thought. Anyhow, they brought the film in question in, and I looked at it.' No wonder the other couple was worried! I got so horny I nearly busted my pants out. "It was a room somewhere - the film, I mean - and a lot of naked people, including Eric and Lynn. Naked, they both looked pretty good, especially her. They sat right with me when I viewed the film and didn't turn a hair. But on the screen Lynn was sucking cocks right and left, and so was Eric . . . not to mention all the screwing going on. The film was only a collection of unrelated scenes, but hot! I mean wild! The protesting couple, John and Frieda, were right in there with all the others, humping and gobbling as hard as they could go.
"When I talked to them the next day, they both protested they had hardly taken their clothes off - not knowing I had seen the film in question. We finally settled the whole affair by burning the negative and print in front of them.
"But I retained the Muller's address and phone number. When I called it next, Lynn Muller invited me over. And when I arrived she was alone, putting her baby to bed. Then she gave me a drink and came close to hang her tits over my arm.
"I pushed her down - she pushed very easily - and oozed on top of her and wriggled my dingus on her pussy. She reached down and unzipped me and asked me to stop teasing her. She was very cute, dark and petite; her cunt had a tension like it had springs in it. She grabbed my cock and massaged it with her cunt muscles. Very interesting! We screwed for about two hours, off and on.
"Then Eric showed up and I stayed to dinner at his request. He knew I'd been hosing her, and after dinner we went at it three-way. He broke out some pot and we smoked and screwed and smoked. Eric greased his prick and eased it up her anus, then I got on her and eased mine in her front hole. That was her big joy. She really got a large charge out of the push and pull of two cocks in her. Eric and I liked it too because of the additional friction. I could feel his dick and he could feel mine. We pronged her that way for as long as we could last.
"Eric went first, humping and spasming and panting. She sure was in seventh heaven! It was like fucking a vibrating machine. She squirmed and writhed and bounced and shuddered. She must have had a hundred orgasms. By the time Eric had pounded his wad of oysters up her butt I was ready to shoot my gun too.
"Only he humped her so hard we all fell over on our sides and my slimy dick came out of her. I tried to get it back in, but Eric was still poking and thrusting and she was squirming too much. So I just surged up and stuck it in her mouth. She hung onto it and I fucked her mouth full of goo, damn near making it come out of her ears.
"Lynn was a very good cocksucker, but not as good as Isabelle. Isabelle was a friend of theirs. I met her one night at a birthday party that Eric and Lynn tossed for one of their friends. Isabelle was a willowy, blonde creature who looked like a high school girl. She was only about nineteen when I met her. I really flipped for her. She had come to the party with some guy who hung around her like a goddamned blanket. It took me an hour to get her alone. Lynn helped me, and I took Isabelle next door to a friend's apartment - someone who was at the party.
"We took our drinks and went into the empty apartment. We sat and talked and smoked a couple sticks of pot and talked some more. She was so damn pretty and desirable I had a hell of a hard-on just being with her.
"I finally got nerve enough to kiss her, and she kissed me back. Then we went into a clinch and it wasn't long before she could feel my dong pushing at her. I was surprised as hell when she slipped her hand down between us and massaged it. 'Oh, can I have that - ?' "I said, 'Hell yes, honey,' and was round-eyed when she dragged it out of my pants and went down on it. She sucked me off in no time. I was so horny I couldn't possibly have held it. She never missed a drop, and kept pulling on it and licking it - till I shot a second load. And she still kept sucking it. I just laid there and twitched and jerked like a snake being shocked by electricity, loving every minute of it. I don't know how long we stayed there, but she nursed on it the whole time.
"The party was a naked orgy when we returned. Guys and girls were screwing every- where, in all the corners. I was so weak from being sucked off, I couldn't prevent her boy friend from hauling her off home. When I ran into Lynn later, she giggled at me. 'D'joo get blown, honey?' "I said 'sure,' and Lynn told me Isabelle was a compulsive cocksucker and that she liked me a lot. I went tottering off home thinking about that little compulsive prick eater sucking off her boy friend. I saw her a couple of days later. We went to a movie, to the beach afterward, and ran along the wet sand. I started kissing her and then she wanted her favorite dessert, so I let her blow me. It was foggy so nobody saw us. We went back to the car and she wanted to continue. She sucked on it all the way back to her apartment, and later when we went in.
"'If you don't want me to, I'll stop,' she whispered in my ear. Geez, I wanted her to. But I also tried to fuck her. She said she'd let me, but she didn't. I never did get it into her.
"We started going steady and for a month I didn't get it into her. Every time I tried, it somehow got sidetracked into her mouth. She blew me upside down, sideways, backwards and steadily. She was a pig for it - compulsive like Lynn had said. She would suck it and giggle, snicker, chortle and coo at it. She petted my prick, licked it and nursed it, talked to it, loved it and sucked it off daily.
"I just couldn't stand to let this beautiful cocksucker get away from me. I married her.
"Eric and Lynn gave us a party the night of the marriage. To them, party meant drinks and pot. I planned to get drunk on Isabelle. We were only together a short time after the ceremony and the both of us were heated up. We kissed and held each other, and she went down on me in the back of the car while Eric drove us from the church. That's how we consummated the marriage, by me getting sucked off.
"There were a couple of other marrieds at Eric and Lynn's place, and we all got separated in the celebrating. I guess I got a little potted from all the shouting and the toasts to my health. The guys kept disappearing, and then I found they were all celebrating with the bride. One of them, mostly drunk, finally spilled the beans. He came staggering up to me, forgetting I was the groom, and told me about getting the world's best blow job - and I knew instantly that Isabelle was being held prisoner in a bedroom.
"The bastards had fed her pot and she was knee deep in smelly jism, loving every second of it too - and every inch of cock they were dangling in her face. I had a hell of a time getting her out. Even Eric had sampled her.
"After that, Isabelle and I saw a lot of Eric and Lynn. What we did was not exactly mate swapping, it was more like four-way sex. One night Isabelle nearly drowned when she was trying to blow both me and Eric at the same time and we both came at once.
"I never did fuck her. But who cared? She didn't have a tongue in her vagina."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By Force During that time when we were conducting research into sex-in-jail, we were introduced to one Jess Enders, a convicted burglar. We were advised that he was a gregarious and articulate man and we made arrangements to hold an interview in his cell.
Communication is an important aspect of reporting. Many of the people we interview are not able to clearly relate their experiences. We are aware that we lose many a good story because we fail to probe the subject with the most appropriate questions. But sometimes it is difficult to detect the importance of any given question. If the subject cannot lead us, or if he has no feeling for human interest, it can turn out to be a hit-and-miss proposition.
Jess, however, had the ability to relate his experiences in a lucid, interesting manner. And what was more important, he wanted to relate them. True, our initial meeting with him brought little, but while he was out on bail he came to see us, using the card we had given him. He told us many instances of sex-in-jails or workhouses, but he also told us one other thing that we had not expected. It was a factor that would prove more valuable to this book than any other. Jess was a rapist.
His robberies paid for the traveling he had to do. But his big kick was finding and raping girls. "I never harmed 'em none," he told us. "Anyways, I didn't slap 'em around or nothing. If it got t'be that necessary, I just let 'em go and found someone else."
We tend to believe him for Jess seemed to be curiously gentle for the kind of kicks he went after. "I didn't use no pot or liquor when I was hunting a girl," he said. "I used 'em other times, but not then." His theory was that stimulants only got in the way of his enjoying what he did, and that they made his senses duller and might have contributed to carelessness on his part had he used them. He did not like to be jailed.
When we met him he was a normal-sized man, about a hundred and sixty-five pounds, brown hair and a pleasant smile. He was thirty-one. He looked very much like a young salesman or blue-collar worker. He had never been married, "And don't intend to."
He was bom in Michigan, reared there and went into the Navy for his stint. He was out of the Navy by the time he reached twenty. But his big kick was already formed - he had already sampled his big passion. "The more I done it the better I liked it - " Here is the way he tells it: JESS ENDERS: "I had a doctor tell me one time that a fella who goes out and rapes women is just natcherly more aggressive than the next guy. He got to chase 'em more physically, or something. He got to chase 'em and jump on 'em and prong the shit outta them when they are screaming and flopping around.
"I can't rightly say that the doc is wrong, but it just don't seem exactly like that to me. I don't think there's anything wrong with me, but I guess there is. The docs say so. Anyway, I can tell you privately, I don't want to change nothing. I'm happy like I am.
"The first girl I ever had was in a school, well, in a school basement. She was a girl I knew pretty well. We got to fooling around one night and feeling each other, and boy we were pretty damn hot. She said she wanted to do it. I sure knew what 'it' meant. She wanted a pronging. She had my dong out of my pants, so I rolled her over and put it into her. Nothing to it.
"Only I didn't get the big charge I'd heard about. She said she liked it. I kept pumping it and pumping it and her giggling and wiggling around. But it didn't really crack my nuts. I had fun, but that's all.
"The next girl I had was at a party, at an end-of-school party at some guy's house. We were all drinking some kind of junk that the guys mixed up, spiked with gin or something. Anyhow, I got sort of itchy and I got this girl to come outside with me. We took a little walk and it was nice and dark and nobody around. I started hugging her, then feeling her and kissing her a little, then more, and then more because all she did was squeal and hang onto me. She was getting her kicks, too.
"So then I got her down on the grass and I damn well yanked her panties off and powered myself between her legs. Hell, she did everything but scream. She pounded me and bit me and threatened to scream - but she didn't. I fucked her good and hot. I was so damn hot I was on fire! That's just what I wanted, to screw a girl who didn't want to. I shot my cookies, and then I let her up.
"That was the most exciting thing I'd done yet. That girl sure was sore at me, but she didn't make a big fuss. We went back to the party and I didn't tell no one what had happened. I was damn lucky she didn't make a fuss.
"But I didn't know how lucky I had been. That's for sure. Because I went out looking for tail the next night.
"I had spent a lot of time thinking about yanking that girl's panties off and humping her. Every time I thought about it I got a hard-on. I could go into the bathroom and riddle with my cock for a minute and think about the way it felt and I'd pop my wad. Zingo, just like that.
"My parents didn't give me a lot of supervision. So I went out that night and told them I was going to see some of the guys. I walked around as soon as it got dark and looked at the women in the more lighted parts of town. Man, I was aching to stick my cock into one. I had dreams about chasing one down a long street and catching her and giving her the old rod right in the middle of the street ... or wherever. The main thing was to hear her yell or know that she didn't want it.
"I didn't find a dame the first few times I went out looking for one. Except one time. I was standing near a night club one night and a dame came up and nudged me.
" 'Y'want a good time?' she asked me. I looked at her and she was okay. I mean she had a pair of good tits and her face looked fine and all, young. But it cooled me so much that she was willing to go and fuck right now, that I just turned and beat it. I'll bet she wondered what the hell.
"But I ran across one when I was coming home from a movie. She was a girl, older than me, getting out of a car. It was on a dark side street, about eleven-thirty at night. I couldn't tell much about her except that she seemed young, you know, how she walked and acted. She locked the car and turned to go into a driveway that led to a big, dark house. I ran up behind her and she never heard me at all. The whole thing happened before I could think about it. I had been looking for a pussy and here was one right in front of me. I just took off after her with my tongue hanging out.
"I hit her from behind and she went 'Oof - ' and that's about all. She must have been astonished. She went down like a rock with me on top of her. I had her shoulders and I powered her down to the ground with my weight. She hit very hard and it must have knocked the wind out of her. She hit and didn't move. I had a hard-on in a second!
"She was wearing a short, light coat. I yanked it up and yanked up her skirt. I didn't even try to roll her over on her back I was so hot and horny. Here was a dame right in front of me! Pussy just waiting. I think I coulda come just looking at her. I ripped at her panties and jammed my cock up into her butt. I was fucking her so hard my ears were buzzing. I never did get my cock into her at all, just got it in between her thighs and jerked myself off that way. But it didn't matter. It was wonderful! I never had such a good screw. I shot my load all over her ass. And about the time I did, she began to come to.
"I could feel her stir and make noises. She wasn't hurt, just knocked out. She started to struggle, so I jumped off her and ran like hell. She shouted after me, but I only ran harder. I grabbed my wet cock and ran like a burglar, and after I got a block away I was giggling and laughing and the old pecker was hard as a spike. I had to sit down under a bush and get my breath. Then I beat the meat and had a real good jerk-off thinking about her.
"That was a hell of a good one. And nothing came of it either. I guess the girl figured she didn't want the publicity. Maybe she thought the guy, me, wouldn't get caught anyway. So nothing came .of it. I sure thought about going back after another piece of that ass, but I didn't, I wonder what she looked like.
"Then I got into trouble. Everything had been too easy up to then, I guess. I got real careless, or maybe I picked the wrong dame. Anyhow, one night I jumped this girl. She was about my age, wiry as hell and strong. I sure was surprised. I sneaked up on her from behind like I had the other girl. It was dark as the inside of a gopher hole. Nobody around. Perfect. Only when I jumped on her, she yelled. And she fought like a goddamned tiger. I knocked her down and she rolled, me on top of her, hard-on and everything. I didn't have a chance of getting that tool into her slot. She fought me hard and I realized I had to scram. This was no good. So I got loose and beat it.
"But she made me. When the cops come calling at my house I was sure surprised. But they did and hauled me down to the station house. My parents come tagging along of course, and there is this dame pointing at me.
"'That's him. That's the guy. . . .' "I never saw her before. I mean, I didn't know her or anything. Sure, it was the girl I had tried to prong, but I couldn't figure how she knew me. Anyhow I lied like I never lied before. She wasn't a bad-looking girl either.
"My parents helped, saying I was home at the time. They really thought I was. I kept saying, 'I never done it, or nothing.' Over and over again. Finally this girl got a little less sure. The cops asked her, 'Maybe it was somebody who looked like him?' And finally she agreed that maybe it might of been. So they let me go.
"But it scared me. I didn't try to rape another girl for about a month. And then I picked one as far from my stampin' grounds as possible. The girl was real young and I hurt her, getting my cock in, and she bled a hell of a lot.
I sure was sorry, hurting her. I even gave her a dollar I had ... after it was over.
"Then winter came and it was usually too cold to go out looking for girls. My parents would get suspicious. I put in a bad winter because I was nuts to get at a girl. About all I did was jack off, thinking about yanking a dame's panties off and screwing her."
Note: There is a long period deleted here, from high school, through service, and to the period when Jess was twenty-four.
JESS: "By the time I was almost twenty-five, I was able to get my gun off without forcing a doll. It wasn't as much fun, not the big 'high' I got from making a dame do it, but something. What the hell, you can't go catting after dames all the time with your pecker sticking out.
"I had one funny experience about that time, though. I was in an eastern city, hot and horny, and one night I went out determined to find me some meat. It was past midnight and I prowled in a neighborhood where I'd seen a lot of tail, and where there were enough open spaces where I could hump a broad and not be seen.
"My usual method was to rap 'em so it would knock them silly long enough for me to get my cock in and working. You just can't rape a dame who don't want to be screwed. Not if she's got both hands and both feet loose. So I give 'em a rap. Usually they come to before I'm finished, then I sure enjoy their struggling. I sure do. I can come a couple times while they're trying to get loose. Anyway, I was about to give up when I spotted this pussy coming out of an all-night store.
"She looked young and had good legs, what I could see of them. She was going the right way, too. I just slid over behind her and followed her to the right spot. It looked like to me she was going home; she was carrying a package or something. Maybe she worked late . . . like that. Anyhow, when she was in just the right spot, I attacked her - like they say in the papers.
"I grabbed her and give her a hit, but didn't connect. So then I expected her to scream. I was ready to lay her out with a right to the jaw, and then she says, 'Relax, honey, I ain't gonna yell."
"Then she grabs my pants and clamps onto my cock. In a second she is ding-donging it, trying to get it hard. I was so startled that I couldn't do nothing for a minute. She says, 'Aren't you gonna fuck me for crissake?' "So I pulled her into an alley and put her up against a wall. She cooed and tittered the whole time I scragged her. Some dame! She was looking for it. Afterwards I got to wondering if she knew I was following her. Anyhow I got a screwing. Funny, huh?
"Most of the time it was a fight, though. I'd sneak up and rap 'em over the ear, catch 'em, and lay the ass on a nice soft spot and go to work. They were always dry in the twat, so I carried a tube of KY or something like it to grease 'em up first. Every now and then I'd get one who was wearing the rag. If it looked like an easy night I'd go on to another dame. If not, I'd screw her anyway.
"I got a fat one once, wearing the patch, so I turned her over on her face and oozed it up her ass. When she came to she was a wild one! I couldn't hold her at all. I had to rap her again. Too bad. But I got my gun off a couple of times. And I left her a dollar, too.
"Well, that was when I met Dixie. He was a real hot cock. Him and I got drunk together one night, playing cards, and started talking about dames. Dixie was taller than me, skinny as a rail. He said his name came from Dexter, anyhow that's what everyone called him. He was blond, dirty blond, and hatchet-faced. His nose was real big - so was his cock. He showed it to me when he got drunk. He wanted to go out and find a girl and the two of us would hold her and screw her.
"We were too drunk to do it, fortunately. But we discovered we both liked the same idea. When we sobered up we did it. 'I'm so horny I'm gonna go out an' get me a handful of liver 'less we can find a gal,' Dixie said. We took a bus to the other side of town that night and began looking. While we were looking for a pussy, we figured out what each of us would do. One of us would go up behind and make sure the mouse didn't yell. Then we'd grab hands and secure legs, pull down the panties and get a cock into her. As soon as you got a prick in, it got easier.
"It worked like a charm. We found a gal on a dark street. We closed in before she knew it. I had her around the waist from behind, one hand over her mouth and one leg around one of hers. Dixie pushed the two of us against a wall and got her other leg and both her hands. He was a strong bastard.
"He got his big bony knees working and shoved between her thighs. She squirmed and twisted and tried to yell. Man, she fought good, but we were too strong and we had surprise on our side. Also, the more she struggled the hotter we both got. Dixie had his cock out. He held both her hands in one of his, ripped down her panties and began poking his meat at the snatch. He greased it with his finger. 'Oh yeah, she got a hole, pal.' "He had me snickering. My cock was so hard it was aching. I was ramming it against her round butt. As soon as I got a chance I'd pull it out of my pants and rub into her crack. But I had to hold her. She was wriggling like hell! I knew she could feel my cock at her ass. 'Hurry up,' I hissed at him.
" 'Oh, here it go,' Dixie moaned. 'Oooo, it's in, it's in.' He started talking to her. 'How that feel, baby? Don't that hit the spot?' "I could feel him pronging her now. Every thrust went right through her, pushing her against me. He was humping it in like a groom who'd been waiting too long. Dixie was hung real good and he gave her all the inches he had, right up to the hair and jogging like crazy.
"She was slowly relaxing. She was panting and heaving her breath, so I let her breathe easier, not holding my hand tight over her mouth. I was ready to clamp it back if she tried to yell, but I didn't want to hurt her any. She was smart, and she didn't yell.
" 'She likes it,' Dixie whispered. 'Huh, honey, you dig 'at stuff, huh?' She just moaned and rolled her head back and forth. Dixie really pumped his prick into her.
"I had her about the waist, like I said, only now I had a handfull of tits. She had nice full ones. Then I got a chance to snake my hand down and unzip my pants and lay my pecker into the crack of her bare ass. That felt very good.
"Then Dixie heaved and grunted and in a second he spurted his wad up her cunt. She knew he was coming and said, 'Ohhh, no - ' but it was gushing. All she could do was writhe. The whole action was matting me so damn hot I almost let go in the crack. I had ideas about feeling down and pushing my cock up her asshole. I hadda get it into something warm. And pretty damn quick.
"Dixie was through. He was grunting and jerking and sighing. He sure had a good one. I reached down under her then. It was easy to grab Dixie's fat old weenie and drag it out of the well. I heard him moan, but he was shot. I pointed the end of my fresh, hot prong into the smoking pussy and thrust it hard. The thing went into her like a dagger. She gulped when she felt it and I was fucking her like wild in a second.
"I could feel her tighten up and respond. It didn't help me any to realize that she was getting horned up. I wanted her to struggle against me. But my pecker wouldn't wait anyhow. The old jism was all churned up and it fired out of my balls like from a cannon, and spurted hot goop up into her slimy snake pit. Dixie could hardly hold her, I rammed her so hard.
"We were a real crazy meat sandwich and me supplying the mayonnaise, pounding it up her slit. She was hot then. Dixie knew it, too, because both her arms were hanging onto him and her legs were working around him. She would have liked a couple more yards of cock. We had lit the fires.
"So we bugged out and left her in the alley with jism running down her legs. I liked it better that way because I didn't like to rap them You could rap too hard and then the big rap would be you, pal. Stir or the hot seat. I never liked it in jail. But with Dixie, we could screw 'em without knocking them out first. It was more fun that way.
"After that we got it down to a real fine technique. We could slide up to a doll, grab her and have a dick up her monkey in five seconds flat. She would squirm and twist and wriggle the whole fuckin' time, and that was the kick. Me and Dixie used to go out some nights and scrag two or three cunts in a row. Some nights were just better than others and we couldn't figure out why. They just were.
"We almost always had good luck on Tuesdays. Once we pronged four pussies, about an hour apart. Real good rooting. The first was a kid coming home with books, like from school. She was late if she was. About eleven bells in the P.M. She was a bleached blonde with a mini and nice legs. I grabbed her from behind and Dixie got in front, so slick that she hardly 'coped' at all. We slung her into the bushes and Dixie got his gun up her cunt in jig time. He said she was all greasy like she'd already had a piece. But we both scragged her and took off.
"About a block away we ran into another chick, putting her car into a garage. This time Dixie from behind and me in front. She was sure startled, and by the time she recovered she had a cock pumping her full of juice. It was almost too easy.
"The third one was a couple of miles away, a girl waiting at a bus stop. We hustled her away from the lights and slid the weenies in. But she didn't struggle much. I had a suspicion that she kind of liked it. The last one didn't though. She fought us when both of us fucked her, and even afterwards. It kept us so hot that we both had another turn. She was a gas! About twenty, looked like, and nice. Dixie tore her front and both titties came tumbling out. It was a hell of a chore to hold her and suck on them. She was really worth it "The funny thing was, so few of the girls seemed to report it. We read the papers every day after we'd made a score, and listened to the radio stations, but nothing as a rule. Except that last girl reported us.
"She had a good description of us, too. Too damn good. Dixie and me packed up and stole a car and got the hell out of town. We went all the way south, about eight hundred miles away. No sense taking chances. Rape is a shitty rap.
"And by the time we stopped running we were both horny as goats. 'Don't turn around,' Dixie said, 'or I'm gonna lose my head an' ream you out, pal.' "We put up at a crummy little hotel and went looking for gash that first night. All we found was a dame wandering along a dark street and when we grabbed her, she was too drunk to know what was happening. It was no fun at all. We took her panties off and tried to prong her, but lost interest. So we let her go.
"One other funny thing happened the second week. We were prowling the best part of town . . . the best part for making a score. It was about one in the morning when we spotted this doll. She came out of a night club and started along the street all alone. Well, that was too good a chance to lose. Me and Dixie let her get to the right spot, dark and lonely, then we closed in and give her our sure-fire technique.
"I held her and Dixie got around in pussy position. She was a young one, and wiry as hell, I thought. Then Dixie yelped, surprised as hell. 'Oh balls! She's a man!' "Naturally I couldn't believe it. She was in frilly clothes, with tits and wriggling hips and high heels and looked exactly like a dame. But Dixie was right. She was a guy! I felt around in front of him and there was a cock sticking up just like mine. This cat was hot for us! This guy was a TV out for cocksucking.
"We both let go, and then the sonofabitch begged us to let him blow us, one after the other. Me and Dixie told him to fuck himself and bugged out. We went and had a drink and then started giggling. Man, that was the funniest thing that had happened to us and we almost got helpless laughing over it.
"Then we had some real bad luck. We scragged this blonde, good and hot, and she went to the fuzz. I mean she raised a stink. A good stink, and for some local political reason, the cops were hot for efficiency right then. They closed in on us fast.
"The damn blonde practically put a finger on us. We were living in a motel at the time, right on an alley and next to a hotel that was being built. I went out for cigarettes, to the motel office, and was on my way back to our room when I happened to notice a cop car going by in the street. That was nothing much, a fuzz coop going by, except the two cops inside were damn curious about our motel . . . and especially one room of it. Our room. I stood there in the shadows with my mouth hanging open and watched them slide by real slow. "Then I slid back to the office intending to phone Dixie and tell him to get the hell out. Only I never got through. I got in the phone booth and then I heard the cops closing in. There must have been thirty of them.
"I looked out the window and saw the cars and the searchlights and then I didn't fool around. I ducked out the back and over the fence and down the alley. I stole a coupe that night and headed east. As fast as I could go.
"And that's just about the way it's been ever since. One goddamned jump ahead of the cops most of the time. And now and then they coop me up for robbery or something like that. A hell of a life. But so far they haven't tagged me for the big one. The trouble is, I can't help doing it now. And I'm afraid now, all the time. It's a large kick, but I'm scared shitless for days. This keeps up I'm gonna have to see a head-shrinker. Maybe there's another way."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sex Machines Trilby, the only name we knew him by, was undoubtedly one of the most curious individuals we had ever met. He was changeable, to say the least. On a given day he would gladly answer our questions, while on the following day he might completely ignore us.
He was a mechanic of no mean ability. For Trilby, the ultimate in life would be for Mm to develop and perfect a masturbation machine. On one of his "good" days, he allowed us to see some of his models. He was mulling over the technicalities that had to be worked out. "It's got to feel like velvet, you know, and yet have the strength to make a guy come."
According to Trilby, there were problems involved that one does not ordinarily think about. Squeezing and pulling at the same time, and yet the proper softness and moistness, coupled with a mechanism that allowed a change of speed. "A guy jacking off does it all," he said. "I have to duplicate that action."
One of his biggest problems was finding a suitable material, preferably along the rubber line. He had experimented with a great many. He showed us one model of an electric powered mechanism that required an insert such as raw meat, the liver type of meat, tough yet slimy to the touch. "You gotta replace it after every bang," he said, shaking his head.
He had also tried a water powered machine. "It didn't work," he told us with a frown, as though he couldn't quite understand why. It was a cigar-shaped box of metal equipped with hundreds of tiny nozzles inside that apparently were expected to give the "velvet" feel when turned on and the penis thrust into the proper opening.
Another attempt to simulate the female partner was an actual large doll with genitals. The penis was put into the doll at the proper angle, and gripped inside by an ingenious arrangement of springs at an adjustable tension. The springs were, of course, covered by the rubber-like material. "You got to clean it after every pop," Trilby said, but his eyes sparkled. He seemed to regard the large doll with more affection than he did some of the other devices. The doll did not have power; all the copulative power was provided by the human. The springs merely provided a tension for the receptacle.
We thought the doll was one of his best devices, but Trilby was unsatisfied. His goal was to construct a powered machine that would cause the male to orgasm without having to work for it.
Another of his devices was the roller type. It had a number of velvet covered rollers that were spring-loaded and that were mounted around a core. When the penis, became the core, the rollers, powered by electricity, rolled back and forth over the human organ at varying speeds and, according to the inventor, provided a delightful experience.
However, Trilby would not admit to having sampled his own wares. He seemed to know a great deal about them without that experience, but we did not press the point.
He had a very interesting project in the process of completion. This was a machine, also electric, that consisted of a series of concentric, constantly adjusting rings, something like doughnuts, that the penis was thrust into. When turned on, the moving rings constantly "milked" the penis and gently squeezed it. It was obvious that Trilby had great hopes for this particular model.
"You have to settle for one thing at a time," he explained. "If you want teasing, then you have to do it one way. If you want to come-off, then you got to do it a completely different way. There isn't hardly any way to really duplicate a cunt, not that will work like a real one."
He had small vagina models, but the problems of providing motion to simulate actual agitation were too great. His goal was to put the concentric-ring gadget into a large doll and cover the entrance to the artificial vagina with the skin-like rubber material, and make the whole thing look as life-like as possible.
"Then I'm gonna make tits that really feel like tits, and make 'em shake and everything . . . I'll sell hundreds of 'em!"
His plan was to fill the false breasts with warm water. "The water'll make 'em shake good," he said.
Trilby had also made female devices, but he was much less interested in them. There were devices for the female on the market, stimulators and vibrators that were worked by hand. He had made a few mechanisms that actually inserted a false penis into the vagina and worked it in and out and could be speeded up or slowed down by the person involved. They were objects, attached to rather heavy bases. A refinement was possible in that the penis size was easily changed. The false prod was easily screwed off so that another could be used. He showed us drawing that he'd made for a female "pleasure chamber." This large device was intended as the last word in mechanical diddling. The woman entered the device, which looked rather like the medieval iron-maiden, and received titillation from head to toe, including the vagina-copulation machine, all at the same time. Trilby wanted to do something of the sort for the male.
As far as we know he is still trying.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Whip and Strange Wants Flagellation and sadomasochism have always played an important part in the "oldest profession" and in the ordinary pursuit of the sex thrill. According to our private investigations, all prostitutes have at one time or another been approached by those who wished either active or passive flagellation of one kind or another.
Maryellen, an experienced and good-looking prostitute, told us that she, and all the other girls she knew, kept a whip as part of her equipment. "I used to say 'hell no' when a guy wanted to be whipped," she said, "but I don't any more. They pay too well for it."
She related to us many degrading things asked of her in the years of her trade. These are similar to others related by prostitutes in other cities, so we assume they are universal. Maryellen protests that she does not allow herself to be beaten, "But other girls do. . . ."
Apparently many clients wish to urinate on their subjects, although we could establish no connection between this desire and whipping, except that of cruelty. Many "slaves" wish the girls to trample on them, whip them with branches, kick them, scold them, tie them, and so forth.
Janice, another girl slightly younger than Maryellen, showed us a collection of paddles, straps, rods and fancy leather whips that she used in her trade. She also had a number of leather garments for the leather fetishists she encountered.
"I don't try to figure 'em out," she said, "I just do what they want and take the dough." She denied any clients wishing blood, however, and did not go in for female domination. She is a redhead, and we reserve the right to doubt. Other girls have told us that men urgently desire to be dominated by pretty redheads - for money.
We were told a great deal by a dark-haired miss whom we would not have suspected to be a prostitute. Her name was Coreen (all these names, we found, change with the wearer's whim. Coreen might be Myrtle tomorrow and Eloise the next-day.) Coreen traveled a regular circuit in the large eastern cities. She had a black book from which she solicited. Arriving in a city, she would call a number of men whose names she already had, and arrange dates with them. Some would be for an hour, some all day and perhaps all night, too. She always took a suite in a good hotel and always dressed exceedingly well. To the casual gaze, Coreen might have been the wife of a very prosperous executive.
She said to us, "I don't get many requests for regular fucking or mouth jobs. Most of my dough comes from whipping or the weird stuff. And most of these guys want me to talk as dirty to 'em as I can."
COREEN: "I left home about age twelve. By that time I knew the score. My folks had run off and left me with a cousin and I don't know to this day where they are or what happened to 'em. My cousin was a poor-white-trash, him and his wife. They wouldn't tell me anything. Maybe they didn't know.
"His name was Nicky. He worked as a laborer when he could get work, and he drank it all up if he could. He could hardly wait for me to grow up big enough so's he could get his damn cock into me. He got it into ever'thing that was warm.
"That's where I learned all the dirty words. Nicky and his wife, Shirl, used to shout at each other when they were mad or tanked up. And they said the goddamned est things in front of a young kid. They didn't have no kids of their own, but it wasn't for lack of Nicky's trying. I seen him a thousand times humping Shirl in the kitchen - and he knowed I could see 'em. He just didn't care. Neither did she. He would push her over the sink and get it up her from behind. He'd stand there and pump it in and she would giggle. Once in a while Shirl would protest that I was lookin' from the bedroom, but Nicky'd say, 'Hell, she can't see nothin',' They had their clothes on. He was just unzipped and had bunched her dress up. He wouldn't stop and after he got it workin', she didn't try to stop him.
"Mostly when they did it that way, he had it up her ass. Because it was tighter. I knew what an 'ass-fucker' was before most kids knew there wasn't any Santy Claus. Shirl would say, 'Get that thing outta my ass so's I can get dinner going. . . .' "Then Nicky would come into the bedroom where I was and try to feel me. And Shirl knew what he was doing and didn't give a shit.
"I lost my virginity about age six. In our neighborhood it didn't last long. That was the big kick for us kids - sex. We knew all about it, of course, before most kids did. The older ones had sampled it and showed us how, us smaller ones. It didn't mean much to me. I let the guys feel me and I felt them. I did get a kick out of jerking them off, but when they did it to me it wasn't much.
"A few times I got in on gang-bangs too, on the tail end, so to speak. Maybe me and another girl would put out for a bunch of guys, a half dozen or so, one after the other. That was fun because it was kind of a social thing. We all laughed and got excited. The guys were so damn horny they would come before they got it in sometimes.
"But when Nicky wanted to screw me I didn't like it. I could take any of the guys' cocks when I was eight, that wasn't it. But it didn't seem right for Nicky to be trying all the time to do it to me. So then sometimes when Shirl wasn't around he'd beat me. Once I got a stick because I was sore, and beat him back. He liked it. That astonished me. Only then he really got hot, and damn if he didn't unload his pecker and come after me. He really stuck it in that time and rooted in me like a hog. He squirted his mess up me two or three times and got the damn bed all messy and soaking and smelly with it. He got so hot he wouldn't stop.
"Then I got chased out into a marshy field one afternoon by one of the bigger kids. He wanted me to whip him, too. I knew if I did what would happen, but he made me do it, and I sure got it! He took down his pants and I slashed him with a branch whip. He got terribly hard in a minute and then when I had him all red welts, he come and fucked me like a crazy man!
"After that I knew what to expect. He was the only one of our bunch who liked whipping, but he got me to whip him quite a bit. And he gave me stuff, too, to do it. Once in a while money, mostly cigarettes - I was smoking by age ten - or something he stole. Shirl or Nicky never asked any questions if I showed up with a sweater they hadn't seen before. I guess they knew where I got it.
"I held off Nicky pretty good. Oh, he got me down now and then, and boffed me, but I fought him all I could. By my twelfth birthday he was all the time trying to get his cock into my anus like he did to Shirl. But I was too small.
"So when I got a chance to run off, I took it. I met a guy, a brother of one of the kids I played with, and he was driving north to take a job somewheres, I don't remember where now. But he agreed to take me along. 'If I'd put out to him.' I agreed.
"We sneaked out at night, but he stopped the car only a few blocks from home to make sure I'd give him what he wanted. He told me to 'spread 'em' and ran a fat one-eyed snake into me on the front seat. His name was Jake and he taught me the 'French' way. He called it Frenching. The first time we stopped to grab some shut-eye he wanted me to blow him. I knew what it was but I'd never done it.
"We were sleeping in the car to save dough, and he straddled my face and dangled the damn thing into my mouth and told me to squeeze it with my lips. I did and the bastard just fucked me in the mouth and sprayed the back of the car with jism because he got so wild when he came. He jerked it out of my mouth and screamed at me to grab it again, but he was jerking and bouncing so hard I couldn't get my hands on the slippery thing. He got it all over me and everything. I sure stank.
"We wiped it all up, but then he wanted more. I nursed on his thing for hours, it seemed like. I sure learned how to do it on that trip. He wanted it a lot. I had to lay in his lap while he drove the car and suck on him.
"In a motel I met another guy one night. Jake went out to get the car oiled or something, and this guy had the next cabin. He told me I was cute and all, and gave me some candy. I never had much candy, so I took it and went into his cabin. His name was Larry and he was a lot nicer to me than Jake. When I look back on it I think he just wanted a quick lay, but then I think he changed his mind and figured 1 might go away with him. The upshot was, I did.
"I wanted to get away from Jake and his constant asking me to 'Suck on it, honey. . . .' "Larry took me home with him and told everyone I was a relative, a first cousin. He wasn't married, so I just sort of became his housekeeper. And he didn't know how wise I was, of course, so he slid it to me easy. I didn't get boffed for three or four days. And then he wanted me to whip him.
"The first time it wasn't so bad. He took his pants down and I beat his butt good. Then he laid me on the bed and got his rocks off. But the more I whipped him, in the next couple of months, the wilder he got. It kind of scared me; he got like an animal.
"Then he wanted me to yell at him and call him every lousy name in the book and swear at him and like that. I think he was surprised that I knew all the dirty words I did. But then he liked it even better. He said I was the best piece of ass he ever had. I took a paddle to his ass until he was about raw, and cut and even bleeding. Sometimes I tied his hands and feet and beat him something awful. But the more I beat him the better he liked it. He never got enough. I couldn't figure that out.
"I even thought of sneaking out when he was tied up. Because I wanted to get away from him too. I was afraid he'd make me kill him, he got so wild. And when he humped me, he got me all bloody. And him panting in my ear and hissing like a crazy man, scared me.
"Sometimes what I did when I tied him up and beat the hell out of him, was to grab his cock and jazz it till he came. He loved it while I was doing it, but afterward he would get sore because then he couldn't get it up to stick me with it.
"About once a month he'd get a real drunk on, and sometimes would stay away for a day or two. His office didn't even know where he was. But they knew he boozed and he got away with it, I guess. Anyway a guy brought him home one night, all loaded to the eyelids. The guy told me his name was Joe.
"Me and Joe put him into his bed without taking off anything but his shoes and pants. His cock was sticking out and Joe laughed at it, looking at me. 'He told me about you an' him,' he said.
" 'Larry told you?' " 'Yeah,' he said. Then he came over and wrestled me down on a couch. 'I'm horny,' he said. So I let him have what he wanted. It was just a straight, face to face, old fashioned screw. I was surprised that it almost made me yawn. I'd been used to such weird sex for so long that this bored me some. He wrung his wad out and thanked me for the use of the slit.
"So I found out I kind of liked beating Larry's tail. I got some kind of a kick out of it. More than just a nothin' fuck on a couch.
"In about a year I met Alma. She was a real slinky gal who worked as a waitress at a fancy place in town. She made good dough. I met her at a party and she advised me to get away from Larry. He was sliding downhill fast, she said, which was true. So, later, I moved in with Alma for a short time. Then she introduced me to Hap and he showed me how to get paid for tail.
"For a couple of years I laid on my back and took all comers, because I loved Hap so much. I would have done anything he wanted. I was bored as hell, taking cocks in both holes and in the mouth, just straight frig and off, and on to the next hard one.
"Hap was on speed, and one night he drove his car off a bridge. They found what was left of him a mile downstream. Alma came over and let me cry on her shoulder for a couple of hours. She got me drunk and licked on my pussy half the night.
"She was out of the waitress dodge by then, so I moved in with her again. She was whoring, mostly for dames, because that was her taste. I didn't develop her tastes, but I let her have my pussy when she wanted it, what the hell. I liked her a lot. She had a few men clients who liked to get whipped, so I took them off her hands.
"One guy, a big, fat German, blond and strong as an ox, loved to get both me and Alma stark naked and have us diddle each other for him to watch. Then I'd whip his bare ass and Alma would ride on his back about the room, kicking him and I'd call him all kind of dirty names. He was one who wanted us both to piss on him. He offered us extra if we would. I sat on his face one night and did it, but it was awful how crazy he got, making funny sounds and writhing. Alma yelled and I looked over my shoulder to see the jism shooting out of his cock and she wasn't even handling it.
"That's the kind of trade I was used to though. It didn't faze me anymore when a guy asked me to shit on his chest, or to sit naked and watch him crawl around the room equally naked, with a bunch of feathers jammed up his asshole. The only thing that annoyed me was when a guy wanted an ordinary screw.
"Alma and I went to see a doc about once a week, just to be on the safe side. If you got the clap it put you out of business too long. The doc told me I didn't have too much sensation around my pussy, so that's probably why I didn't get a charge out of screwing. I dunno, maybe he was right. I think it was because of what I got used to.
"Our blond German had me and Alma tie him up one night and beat his ass good, till it was bloody. He yelled and screamed and moaned and begged us, but we weren't supposed to stop, even if he begged. If I hadn't known him I'd have thought we were within an inch of killing the bastard. But we beat him and smoked, then beat him some more and some more, and cursed him and swore at him, and beat them, then we ended up by ramming the whip handle up his ass and reaming him with it. When we did that he shot his wad.
"Afterward he told us he'd never had such a good time in his life. And he made a date for a repeat performance.
"Another of my clients was a big-time lawyer. He was about thirty-eight, husky and al- most bald. He loved to undress, have me tie him down on the bed, then beat him with a whip on the ass. His biggest passion was to have me walk all over him with heels on. And I punctured his skin lots of times, but he always wanted more, more, more.
"One of my best customers was a skinny little guy who came in about once a week, horny as anything. His desire was to get beaten on the soles of the feet, then the ass, and when I did that he was very erect. He had a small penis when it was soft, but when I beat him it got about seven inches long and very hard. After it got hard, I would get behind him and pinch him all over his body with one hand and masturbate him with the other.
"He would just stand still and let me do it, writhing a little when I hurt him - and jerking when I jazzed him good and hard. When he shot off, the jism jumped across the room! That's all he wanted. When I jacked him off, then he got dressed and went.
"One of the weirdest clients I had was a guy named Beatty. He was short and muscular, not bad looking, and very polite and even shy. He came to me because of another ding-a-ling client . . . whose hang-up was jacking himself .off into my hair!
"Anyway Beatty had a satchel with him, and in it was a leopard costume. He showed it to me and explained what he wanted, and I agreed. So he got undressed and slipped the leopard costume on. It was cloth, but looked like skin and had claws and teeth. He put his face in the jaw opening, then got down on his hands and knees and prowled around the room, growling like a damned leopard, switching his tail around.
"Then I got a whip and stood on a chair and slashed at him. He would pretend to attack me and I would whip him. The harder I did it the better he liked it . . . and the harder his cock got. This went on till he had a real good hard-on. Then he grabbed me with a hell of a lot of snarling and growling. He pulled me off the chair and wept after my pussy, licking it frantically. At the same time I curled up and grabbed his cock and sucked him off. And the sonofabitch snarled and growled the whole time. It was just like blowing a real cat. He was sure a nut.
"He couldn't get his kicks any other way. But I guess you could say that of all the crazy guys who came to see me. Once in a while I got a couple, of course, and had to whip both of them. When I did that they screwed each other something fierce! I whipped them both all the way through it, rolling and twisting and bucking, and both of them moaning and squealing like they were being killed.
"I had one man come in, undress me completely and then we sat like that, me naked and him dressed, and talked for a long time . . . about sex. Then finally he unzipped his pants and pulled his soft cock out, while we were talking. He jazzed himself and played with it for about a half hour. We talked about the way it felt to fuck or get reamed in the ass, and all that kind of stuff . . . while he played with himself.
"Then he wanted me to slap him in the face, easy at first, then harder and harder. So, what the hell. I .started slapping him. He was stout and red-faced anyway, and redder because he was masturbating as hard as he could go. His hair got wild and he was grunting and jerking the cock and I'm whacking him across the cheeks (my hands got real stung), and then all of a sudden he gave a big moaning cry and hunched his head down. I stopped slapping him because he was coming. His jism squirted out . . . and he caught it all in his other hand, jacking off like sixty! Then he gulped it all down! Jeez I was surprised. He just licked it all off his hand like it was plum jelly.
"He sure was pleased with himself. After a bit he got up, told me I sure was a good broad and went out, happy. He came back in about a month and did the same thing. I liked this kind of weirdo because I didn't have to work much. I guess I'm a lazy dame. As soon as I can save the dough I'm going to get out of this racket."
To our knowledge she is still in it. Coreen introduced us to a girl who called herself Mary or Marie depending on how she felt that morning (her words). We discovered that Marie was slightly older and not as pretty as Coreen. Looks, of course, are an important part of the business because they have a large bearing on the price the girl can claim. The prettier the more she gets ... as a rule.
Marie was twenty, she said. She looked older ... in daylight. She had no goals, as Coreen did, to retire. She apparently lived from day to day and had thought little of the future. She admitted she used drugs extensively, but not liquor. She had a pimp or procurer named Razzy. He had other girls, but she didn't know how many.
Q: How long have you been in the life?
MARIE: Five years, I guess, maybe a year longer.
Q: You mean for money?
MARIE: Yes. I did it for free when I was a kid. I lived in San Diego then.
Q: When did you start with whipping?
MARIE: My sister lived with a sailor and I used to visit them sometimes. He whipped me the first time.
Q: You mean for sex?
MARIE: Yeah. He said I did something wrong and he took a switch to me. But I seen that he had a boner on.
Q: Go on.
MARIE: That was about all. He switched me good and told me not to yell. My sister wasn't there. He went into the bathroom an' jacked-off. He didn't care if I saw him.
Q: Did you have sex with him?
MARIE: Not then. Later we did. After he married my sister. But Chuck was the guy who whipped me.
Q: Tell us about Chuck.
MARIE: He picked me up one night at a t movie. We went to a drive-in in his car. There was another couple in the back seat, Donna and Bob. . . .
Q: Excuse me, did you know Chuck before that?
MARIE: No, not till he came over at the movie. I liked him, he was dark and good-looking, you know. We went out and Donna and Bob came out, too, and got in the back. They were kissing stuff back there. Gee, you could tell everything they did. So at the drive-in, Chuck was feeling my legs and sliding his hand up under my skirt and all.
Q: What did you do?
MARIE: Well it was fun. I let him do it and I unzipped his pants and got his thing out, too. He sure was hard. I thought he'd come right there. When I handled it, the thing was throbbing and jerking all by itself. So we got out of the drive-in and drove up into the hills. While we were driving I looked around and Bob had Donna down on the back seat. Her bare legs were around him and they were doing it real hot.
Q: You were mutually masturbating in the front seat?
MARIE: Yeah, he had his finger up me. Then he pulled my head down into his lap and told me to lick it. So I did. And I tried real hard to make him come, but he wouldn't. Most guys I can make 'em come pretty quick that way. When he parked the car, then he wanted me to bit it. When I bit him hard, he come all right. Q: Later he asked you to whip him?
MARIE: Yes. At first I didn't like it much. But he always got so crazy hot when I hit him - I used to beat him with wet towels - that I tried it, too. It got me hot, but I was scared of him. He hurt me too much. So mostly I just whipped him.
Q: Then you had sex?
MARIE: God, yes. He got wild when he was whipped. He got me every old way because he was so excited. The thing that made me stop seeing him was that he got up my anus one time when he got wild and it hurt me a lot. I had to go to a doctor and he told me to stay away from Chuck because he could kill me. Only it wasn't easy. I finally had to go to Los Angeles, then to San Francisco.
Q: You left home?
MARIE: Yes. I'm a drop out. But I was scared of him. Anyhow, I started living with a guy, Bert, and he treated me pretty good. It was in an apartment house that had all young kids - hippies and kids on the go. We had a lot of parties and every night there was something doing. Bert traded me off with some other guys. I didn't mind that 'cause it was fun.
That was when I started making dough by screwing. I had to have money, you know, clothes and stuff. So I made some bucks by putting out. But right off the bat, I got guys who wanted whipping. I don't know why I got so many - five or six guys. Mostly it was whip and screw. Sometimes just whip 'em.
The cops run us out then, and after a while I got put in jail for soliciting. I was stopping guys on the street. A girl's gotta eat. So anyway I met Robbie. He got me out of jail and then he got me jobs. He put me in this hotel and I did ten, twenty tricks a day, but Robbie got most of the loot. He was a skinny little guy, half gone on heroin. He needed a lot to support his habit. I felt sorry for him.
Robbie brought me guys who wanted whipping because they would pay more, he said. But I didn't see much of the dough. Then one day a guy come in and said Robbie was dead. He had got some real good stuff and it killed him because of an overdose or something. Anyway, this guy's name was Razzy. And me and him has been a team ever since.
Razzy is short and skinny like the junkie was, but he is tough as nails and he isn't a user. He gets me the weirdos, too, but he gives me some of the loot. He don't mind when I get wired either. He says, "Hell, getcher kicks, baby."
So I get the guys who want whipping and like that. Razzy brought a guy in one night and all he wanted was to suck my nose out. What a shit! He hauled his pecker out while, he's doing it, and jacked off all over the floor and when he got through he took off.
Q: Do you have feelings about that?
MARIE: I don't like it much. I don't think about it if I can help it. Whipping, okay, but the guys who want to piss in you and stuff, well, Razzy keeps saying, it's a job. I guess I don't have to like it. I can wash off afterward and get the smell of 'em off me.
Q: Do you let men whip you?
MARIE: Only if Razzy is there watching. Some of 'em get too much. One guy wanted me to hang him. Can you beat that? I was to hang him and cut him down at the last minute. It made me shiver. Razzy wouldn't let me do it anyway. He was too scared of the cops.
Q: You mean, if the man died?
MARIE: Yeah, he didn't want to take a chance. The guy said he'd get some other dame t'do it. I don't know if he did. Some guys like to get all bloody, and to get me all bloody. Razzy brought me a guy once who had a chicken with him. We got naked and I was playing with him, only he couldn't get it hard. What he was after was a screw. So he got on me, then he tore this damned chicken to pieces with his hands, and God, the blood spurted everywhere! And he got a whopping big hard-on, screaming at me to get it in. I got it in me and he really screwed his head off! He went crazy. I was lucky he didn't hurt me. And I don't want no more of that kind of stuff. We had to put down rubber sheets and everything first because of the blood. I didn't like that at all. But he sure did. He was happy as a kid at Christmas.
I had a fight with Razzy after that, because he had another guy with a chicken. I thought it was one of the blood things, but Razzy calmed me down enough so's he could tell me. This crazy guy wanted to have me hold this goddamned chicken while he fucked it. That was all. That's how he got his kicks.
' I told Razzy to hold the damn chicken for him, but Razzy said it hadda be a girl. This guy had to have a naked girl hold the chicken. So I said okay.
He turned out to be a little squirt. With glasses yet, and pimples. He was a clerk or something and this was his treat. He did it about once a month, he said. He was very polite and all, and he had this big chicken in a canvas bag. He brought a bottle and we had a polite drink first and he said his wife was terrible to him and didn't like to have sex or anything. Then he wanted me to get naked, and he sat and admired me for a while. After a bit he asked if he could lick my titties, and I said, "Sure, go ahead." He was real grateful.
I kind of liked him. He seemed harmless and he was real nice. He said he wanted to get on me when he finished with the chicken so I said, "Sure, if you want." So he got undressed. I handled his cock but it was nothing. Soft and nothing. But when he got the chicken out of the bag he showed a lot of interest. He wanted me to jazz him while he got the chicken ready, and his cock got almost hard. He put the chicken's head in a cloth bag, then he jazzed it with his finger and his cock really got hard! I was surprised.
He had already told me how to hold the chicken, so I grabbed it and held it firmly. He pulled it down on his pecker and even though the bird struggled and everything, he got it in. He kept saying, "I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it. . . ." And then when it went in, he was saying, "It's in 'er, it's in 'er. . . ." He screwed that damn hen like anything. And it flapping and bucking so I could hardly hold it.
I guess he tore it all to hell, because there was a lot of blood and the chicken was jerking and flopping like wild. But he was happy as hell. Smiling like a fool and he came big! He just rolled on his side, jerking with the chicken and panting. Jeez, what a sight! The chicken was dead, of course. When he came he finally got up and tried to screw me, too, but his hard had gone down and it wouldn't get up again. We washed it off and I sucked it good, but no soap. He had to have another chicken.
Q: Do you think you're used to this sort of thing?
MARIE: Yes, I guess so.
Q: It doesn't bother you?
MARIE: Well, I don't like it, I guess, I said that. But it's a job. I don't think about it after. You know, so I don't brood, like Razzy says. He says to me, "Don't brood about it, kiddo."
Q: You know, you could get another kind of work.
MARIE: Yeah, I know. Only I can't do nothing. Besides, this is easy. I kind of get a kick out of it, too. Once in a while it bothers me, like I had a couple of young kids come in. They were just kids. Razzy said they had dough and wanted a woman, but it bothered me because they were so young . . . like about twelve.
Q: You had moral feelings?
MARIE: Yeah, I guess so. But only because they were so damn young. You know, a guy wants to screw a chicken, well that's his funeral. He's of age. But these kids were too young. They had little cocks and they giggled and hopped around like kids do. . . . I guess I was almost embarrassed. Maybe you think that's funny. They wanted to get sucked off, and they shouldn't even have known about that kind of thing. What the hell is the world coming to? I did 'em and got 'em out as fast as I could. I sure had a fight with Razzy about that.
Q: I think you were right.
MARIE: Thanks.
We think Marie is right. What is the world coming to? More freedom and more understanding, we hope. It seems those virtues should be given a chance. They have been overlooked so long.
CONCLUSION As we have seen in these pages, abnormal behavior, when related to sex, can lead an individual through a myriad of encounters that may prove to be less than satisfactory. Fortunately, of the cases narrated herein, most have sought or plan to seek professional aid.
Nevertheless, the cause for such behavior cannot be pinpointed to one specific reason. Various theories have been offered and, undoubtedly, will continue to be offered until the demise of man. Perhaps these words by Dr. Richard Von Krafft-Ebing in his major work, Psycho-pathia Sexualis, best sums up these theories: "One of the most important anomalies of sexual life is an abnormal presence of sexual gratification. No doubt it is the outcome of the education, or rather the breeding of many centuries, that the sexual instinct ... is not the predominant key in the chord of human sentiments, but rather forms episodes in the physical and psychical life of cultured man. . . ."
And, in keeping with the theme of this work, Krafft-Ebing goes on to say: ". . . man should, under all circumstances, control this instinct so soon as it comes in conflict with the altruistic demands of society."
Thus the need to recognize and treat behavioral aberrations before they run rampant. It is hoped that this work will suffice as a visual aid in this undertaking.
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