Does anyone doubt the evidence to be found on every hand that America, and indeed the world, is in the grip of social revolution?
The obvious symbols of such revolt are to be seen everywhere: long-haired youths, draft-card burning, beads, rock and roll psychedelics, mini skirts, nudity, demonstrations against whatever, and the less publicized facts: abortions, mass pregnancies, the rise of venereal disease, the pill ... so many more. Mate swapping is lost in the crush of modern hysteria. Revolt is in the air.
There is apparently a wide and yawning gulf between what our elders do and what they profess; what they believe and what they do-and instruct the younger generation to do. The 'establishment' seems to be vulnerable in this respect. The younger suggest that the policy is two-faced.
If you, gentle reader, happen to be of sufficient age you may recall some of the argument from your youth. The argument has not changed a great deal in some respects. Remember the Roaring Twenties? Bobbed hair and short shirts-bootleg booze and the college crowd? Remember petting in cars, paternity cases in the newspapers, rubbers (three in a can) radio, and the terrible outcry against jobs for women?
It wasn't so long ago. The modern revolt was touched off then and has merely gained momentum. Some suggest that the momentum is the direct result of improved communications. Teens and revolters in every part of the world can more easily keep up with what their counterparts are doing, and swap ideas via transAtlantic television.
Change is constant, of course, and the bending, twisting and revising of mores never ceases.
It seems to some of us that our way of life and morals, and all the rest of it, are fixed and set-but not so. The subtle revolution goes on despite us, and within us. In some areas it is accelerated, in others it moves at a snail's pace. But it is never dead. It is probably impossible for us, whoever we might be, to remain completely indifferent to our surroundings.
The revolution usually outstrips us. Some are inevitably left in the backwash of old, outmoded and clumsy mores. Some of us suddenly realize we are old-fashioned, just as our parents were, and their parents. Somebody had to be outraged when kids ran around in fast, thirty-mile-an-hour cars drinking bathtub hooch. No matter what, someone will always be outraged. That's human.
Officially no one can afford to be for wife-swapping. But sex guilt as expressed in the Victorian age is on the wane and fast disappearing. Sex is a normal function of human beings and is being recognized as such. Some believe that the pendulum has swung too far in the permissive direction and will eventually return to 'normal'. Perhaps. No figures can be believed concerning extra-marital affairs, profligate sex or any other so intimate proceeding. Figures are compiled, to be sure, but then we are good at that. We have all seen figures that mate-swapping is measured in the millions of persons. Perhaps. It is undoubtedly here to stay.
The material in this report is not the result of an afternoon's work. Most people are not good talkers, at least we did not find them so. Some, who talked well, said nothing much. It has been necessary to piece together conversations and accounts to make them not only interesting but understandable. People jump about when talking, and have a distressing tendency to wander from the subject. We have, therefore, taken some liberties for the reader's sake.
Reaching the reader with valuable and thought-provoking insights was our primary object. All editing and rewriting was done with this in mind.
It was necessary to make promises and to protect our subjects in every way. No actual names could be used, and in a few cases even data have been revised to insure further protection-but not the story.
If some of this material is sensational or offensive it may be because the overall subject is considered so. The authors apologize in advance for any such inclusions.
Please do not read this if you are thin-skinned. Please do not hold us responsible for life, and the way some live it. We are merely reporters.
CHAPTER ONE
"You talk about tough kids-man! I was the toughest goddam kid in school. But my old man was tougher, so I didn't drop out till I was in my first year in high."
This is Frankie Millard, booze-runner, car thief, salesman and now a mechanic. He is in his thirties, going straight, and now he talks about his life of rebellion.
"Listen, I thought I was the greatest. Guts, muscle, ever'thing but brains. Funny thing, you can't tell them cookies like me nothing. I see kids all time in here, wise kids, just like I was. Well, shit, what's the use of kickin' up the old dirt?"
Frankie is a good mechanic, he makes a good living and he seems satisfied. He's not running any more and he says that makes all the difference in the world.
But Frankie is not like the average, even so. He's not a moralist-he doesn't want to change the world, or try-and he's still tough. He still makes most of his own rules about life. He abides by some of society's laws because there are penalties attached; but let him tell it in his own words:
FRANKIE MILLARD:
"You come askin' me about wife-swapping-well, I guess I done about most things. I done that.
I dropped out of high school when I was fifteen. The old man had the idea I should get an education. He never had one. Well, he made me work. I come home with a crummy card, well it was out to the garage, baby. I got my ass in a sling. I didn't know it then, but he was good for me. I think all kids oughta get their ass tanned a little more.
Anyway, him and me were fightin' each other for ten years, and he won. When he died I was sorry, he was my old man. But I knew it was gonna be easier with him not around. The old lady had no chance to keep me under the thumb. I knocked off school and went to bummin'.
By that I mean I went to stealin', connin', whatever. What the hell, only dopes worked, right? Sure.
I wanted to be a man right off. No shittin' around. Let's grow up right now. So I got me a dame. Me a snot-nose wise kid, all of fifteen. I got me a dame all right. A coozie named Gladys who had shucked the clap ten times before I was born.
I knew Gladys from the Fireside Cafe. The Fireside was a dump. A roadhouse they called 'em then. It was a bar-whorehouse, and if you knew the right guys you could get H or pot or anything else you could pay for.
I'm a good-lookin' kid-I got pictures to prove it, pal-and I'm runnin' with a couple smart shots named Stibby and Cale. Both of them are older than me. I hang around them because I can drive. Man, I can drive any fuckin' thing with wheels, and make it do tricks. If it ain't for this, Stibby and Cale can't see me for dirt. But I can drive ... around the goddam wall of a house. At ninety.
Anyway, Gladys comes over and makes a play for Stibby one night at the Fireside. I don't realize it then. Like I say, I'm a dumb-smart kid. Anyway, Stibby don't want none of that stuff. He's got his heart set on some young gash, and so Gladys has a drink with me. Then I take her out to the parking lot and spread her in the back seat. She spreads easy-like butter.
Man, I ease in her and think I'm something else. She wriggles a little and moans that I am just wonderful and shit, whadda I know? This is my first piece of ass.
Stibby and Cale don't discuss women with me. They talk about cunt alla time, don't get me wrong, but they don't discuss gash with me. So I don't find out that everybody east of the Missouri River has boffed Gladys at least twice, and them that hasn't has been eaten by her.
Well, me and Stibby and Cale do a few jobs-I'm the driver. We hold up some gas stations, and like that. I've got green stuff to spend. I get a car and I go to the Fireside and take Gladys to a hotel. We fuck all night the first time. That's livin', I think.
She goes down on me and blows my hat off. Well, that's the big time, I think. I am too goddam green to know that she does it with all the passion of a plumber threadin' a pipe.
Stibby had a blonde mink named Audrey who is built like a brick shithouse, with tits that won't quit, and a pair of roving eyes that even look at me. Stibby is tough. He stands six feet two and weighs about two hunnerd. He can punch through boards and I am scared stupid when Audrey comes around to the joint where we're living and pushes her snatch at me.
"Come on, kid," she says, wriggling it. "Ain't you got any imagination?"
Audrey is as cute as they come, and she knows the score. She's been around, with not as much schooling as me, and she don't fool.
The three of us are living in a joint, two-story house, that we use as a base of operations. It's got a nice fenced yard and two garages and plenty of room inside to ditch junk till we can sell it. Well, when Audrey comes over, I'm the only guy there. Stibby and Cale are out somewheres. They like to blast at a joint or play cards an' craps.
Anyway, Audrey shows up and there's me. She looks at me with them hot eyes and shakes the ass, and Man! the old dingus is pushing the buttons off. At that age I can drive nails with that pecker.
She knows it.
"Come on, Kid," she says, making with the eyes. She is built! I can't stand up or I'll knock over the furniture with the prong. I sit on the couch and she comes over and straddles my lap. Just like that. She straddles me. I am petrified. Jezis! I am so fucking hot I'll blow like a rocket any second.
"You're cute," she says, batting the lashes at me and twining her arms around my neck.
All I can do is stammer. But I can feel her pussy snapping at my whang. She sort of rubs it up and down over the right place. My eyes roll up in my head. Gladys was never like this.
"Take it out," she whispers.
All T do is rip off the goddam buttons. The iron prong jumps out. Then I discover she hasn't got any panties on. But I fumble everything. Christ! I'm so hot and trembling I can't breathe right.
She says: "Jesus!" And she reaches down and takes the pecker and bends it into the wet slit. She gives a lurch and the damn thing is in her. She bounces and giggles a little and it's buried to the hair.
Holy shit! In a second I'm fucking her and about ready to blow the roof off! But she knows it and cools me down. She just sits on it and pets me, nothing hot and humid, just pets me.
"Take it easy, honey," she says "nice an' easy-"
"They're liable to come-"
She pets me, cool hands on my flaming face. "Yeah, if they do we'll hear the car, huh? There's plenty of time to get unhooked." She giggles and sort of rocks back and forth. Christ! Suction! Her coozie is tight like a glove. It peels the skin back. Gladys was an old gunny sack beside this.
So I begin to relax a little. Besides, I'm beginning to feel like I had a shot of something. I don't care who comes in. I get my hands around her luscious butt and hang on, pulling her down to the spike and shoving up. She loves it. Giggles and coos over it. I can hear it squish-squash-or I think I can. The whole room smells of cunt.
I grit my teeth and try to last. She's wearing a pair of sheer stockings, tight and glossy. A pair of thin black straps go up under her bunched up skirt to a garter belt-and in between the stocking tops, nothing. Nothing but a steaming cunt and my dong, and some curly hair. Squish, man! The way that cunt curls around my stiff prong draws my eyes like a magnet. Delicious.
It's like she is biting it off, the way my dong disappears inside and comes out wet-back in again-and her giggling over it. A plump little bird. Jesus, she loves it! She's hooked on cock!
I thought I was relaxing, but then I can feel it. Man, I'm vibrating! The old goo is boiling. Bubbling. I can't hold it any longer. I begin to stiffle and Audrey knows the signs. She squeezes down on the prong and bucks over it, writhing and bouncing to get more friction. The volcano is at the right temperature and the safety valve is busted. Christ! I feel it well up, roar out and spurt like a fucking garden hose!
Audrey gives a little yelp and hangs on, jerking crazy-even though I'm past anything, I can tell it's hit her too. She is coming along with me, boiling over.
I just grab her ass in both hands and ram it up. I ram it up her as far as it will go and start bucking like I got a hot ramrod up my ass. I can hear her scream, "Oh, screw it, Harry-" Who the hell Harry is she never will tell me.
Man, we're a couple of crazy, wild animals for a while. I never had a struggle like that before. Afterwards I can practically shoot a wad just by thinking about it. In the middle of fucking her, I make a vow never to see Gladys again.
When we cool off, I still have a hard-on which she discovers by rocking her ass around. Man, she loves that discovery.
"Hey, honey, Stibby can't keep it up like that!"
I just grin at her. I'm a growing boy and eat my rabbit food.
"Hey-I go for you, honey-I really do-"
She kisses me and that is a feverish thing for her to do, because I grab her in both hands and begin to fuck the old prong into her as hard as I can go.
She screams and loves it, hanging on and poking it at me.
"Turn me over-" she hisses.
I stand up, grabbing her around the ass and slam her down on the couch with me on top. The cock must have dug into her another yard. She yelps, but she kicks my butt with her heels. In a second I'm fucking her like gangbusters and she is gasping and yelping with almost every pump! Man! What a lucious little pussy!
She knows how to squeeze a cock too. Naturally that's the first time I come across that deal. I don't even know enough to know she's doing it at first. But I know she's tight. And she knows how to wriggle and provoke a guy. She does as much screwing as me-in a slightly different way.
And she kisses me while we're doing it. Gladys never did, or bothered. But Audrey flicks her tongue at me and little electric shocks go whamming through me, bouncing on all my nerves and bone ends.
I can't take it very long. She's more than I ever knew was possible, and I shoot the old wad like a cannon. Booooooom! It just wads up in my balls and sizzles out and spouts into her and she shrieks again. The old couch squeaks like it's going to let go. They must of heard us banging clear down the block!
Man, I could have blown her head off with that stuff!
She moans and grabs me and humps herself and pants like she's swimming through solid rock. She could make a snowplow come.
Well, I didn't know it at that first session, but I got me a girl who will eat out of my hand. Audrey is some years older than me, but she is crazy for cock. I don't know she's weenie-happy then, I just think I got lucky somehow. As a matter-of-fact, I don't think about it much at all. I just take it and hang on.
Well, we fuck the rest of the afternoon.
After them two first flings, the old rod cools off a little and I got to give it a slight rest. Even if I don't want to. Then I begin to get worried about Stibby. She tries to sex me outa it, "We can hear him coming, a block away, baby-"
So she feeds me tits. Jesis, I never had tits like hers in my face. I had tits, sure. Every guy has had a handful of knockers at some time, right? But Audrey had nice, round, firm, full, red-nippled titties that just cried out for sucking. I could get drunk on her tits! No kidding.
Then she strips my pants off and licks the peter a little until it slaps her in the face coming up to attention. She giggles and climbs on it and bounces it in the hair again. So I get the double treatment, cock in the snatch and tits in the face. For a country boy, that rocks my jock! So I shoot the charge up the smoky cleft again.
And again.
By the time she stumbles out to her car and gets it in gear, we are both fucked out. I mean the old dick is droopy as a wet sock!
Audrey blows me a kiss and says: "later, honey."
That night I lay in the sack thinking about her. And the dong rises up, stiff as a broom handle.
I got to tell you that next week was a real tough one for me. I'm gone on Audrey, of course. I got to have her. Stibby is a loudmouth anyway, a big bushy-haired guy who thinks his shit don't stink. He has been talking about Audrey for a long time-how she fucks him crazy. But now I don't want to hear him tell it anymore.
But he does. He sticks Audrey the next night and he tells me and Cale about it, all the juicy details. How she loves it, how she eats it, how she begs for more. I could kill the bastard. I don't like him too much anyway.
And Audrey calls me when she knows Stibby is out somewhere. She wants me to come to her joint and love her a little. "Jeez, I been thinking about you, honey-"
I tell her if Stibby finds out the goddam county will blow up.
She says, "Fuck Stibby."
That makes me a little sore, so I say that she is the one doing that, and it makes her almost cry.
"I got to, honey-Jeez, you don't think I want to-he'd hit me, you know him."
"Yeh, I guess no. I'm sorry." I'm just a dumb kid. I don't know she is a cock-happy broad. I'm only fifteen, going on sixteen.
"Come by tonight," she begs me, "after nine. Stibby won't be here-please?"
So I say OK, and then I worry. But at the same time I got a hard-on that you could dig postholes with.
That night I get it in her and she goes wild. I mean wild. I go over like she says, after nine. She meets me and she's wearing practically nothing. Just a flimsy slip that a blind man could see through. We grapple at the door; she pulls me inside and locks it, and finishes the kiss. By the time we finish the kiss my pecker is up in her about a yard and a half.
I put her ass against the wall and try to ram it all the way through with her screaming and yanking at me and bucking like she's wound too tight.
When we come we both sort of fall down-slide to the floor and twitch. Man! She is wild!
During the first lull, she gets us a drink and sheds what slip is left. Then she's stark naked and she does a mad little dance for me in the middle of the floor-most of which is gyrating her snatch in my face. Naturally I can't take it and grab her. She squeals and spreads her shapely legs and we fuck some more.
It's about two bells in the a.m. when we get to the point where the whang won't work any more. I couldn't get it hard with splints. Nothing. She goes down on it and gives it the world's best blow, but nothing.
So we're forced to talk. I want to go home, but I'm too weak. I know I can't stay there till daylight. Someone might see me. So we talk; and I figure some strength might come back, enough for me to get dressed and stagger outside.
The only thing she wants to talk about is me and her getting the hell out.
"Let's head south," she says, pulling at me. "Just you and me, honey-why not?"
"Jesus, I ain't got any dough!"
"I got some. Not a hellova lot, but enough to get us a week away and I got a car."
All I can do is look at her-naked and hair all tousled, sexy as a tongue in the ear. I think she knows I'll do anything she wants.
"I'll pack my stuff and pick you up about midnight and we'll have a hellova start. Stibby'll never know where we went."
I just look at her. Stibby will kill me-maybe both of us-if he ever finds us. But I don't give a shit. I want Audrey. Anybody who can fuck like that, and drive me outa my skull, is my dish.
I say, Ok, we'll do it.
So we agree to do it the next night. I get my clothes on and get out, and stagger home with my balls aching. I'm in a fog, man. I'm about to cut out with the best piece of ass in the country. I'm gonna live!
But we don't do it the next night. Stibby takes a notion that he wants to go to a new joint that just opened, and Cale and me and Audrey has to go along. Cale gets a broad, some chippy named Hazel, and I go alone. We pick up the broads and have dinner at this joint. It is a pretty nice layout.
But me and Audrey look at each other, and I can see she is edgy as hell. Every time Stibby says something to her she jumps. Even he notices it.
"What's eatin' you, baby?"
"Nothin', Stibby. I jus' need a drink."
So Stibby orders a bottle and we all toast the new joint, or anything else we can think of. By the time we get through the meal we are all smiling. Cale is a little wall-eyed because he always drinks more than anybody else, and he is feeling the broad under the table. She don't mind.
We get another bottle and after while the floor show comes out. Audrey is sitting between me and Stibby. Once in a while her hand comes over and grabs my leg or touches me to let me know she still loves me. You know, just a quick feel in the dark. But Stibby ain't so particular. When the show starts the light dims and we're in a booth anyway. In no time he's got his big hand up her leg-and I can see it real plain. I can also hear Audrey suck in her breath when the finger slides up her pussy.
Man, I have to go to the can to cool it.
But no matter how long I stay away, it is worse when I get back. Stibby is loaded. The joint is dark, and some near-naked chorus dames are wriggling on the stage. Stibby is still working a finger in her snatch and by now she is gone. She is curled up in his arms, loving it. She just can't help it.
During the show he makes her come. Man, I know all the signs now. I know exactly when she boots it. So does Cale and the broad, Hazel. Hazel snickers and asks her how it feels, honey?
I got a hard-on that could lift the tabletop.
Then Cale convinces Stibby that they ought to go for a ride in the car. Stibby thinks that's a great idea. "Hey, the kid'll drive!"
So we straggle out to the car lot and I climb under the wheel. Cale and his cooz get in the front beside me and Stibby and Audrey in the back seat. That rocks me, because I know what's coming, and there ain't a fugging thing I can do about it.
I get the boiler started, and Cale gets his pants open. Before I get out of the lot Hazel is going down on the pecker. She don't care that I am watching her every move. Neither does Cale, because he is mostly potted ... but having a ball.
"Drive out to the glen, Kid," Stibby tells me, and I could have told you he'd say it. The glen is a place where guys go to prong dames in cars. The rubbers are two feet deep all over the area. Wet and soggy, with new ones added every night.
There's no traffic on the road, so between watching Hazel blowing Cale and watching the road, I can get some rear-view mirror ideas of the back seat action. I can hear Stibby's zipper, and Audrey's giggle. She is high on booze and sex by now. I see the flash of white as she pulls the whang out.
Stibby pushes her head down at it: "Suck me off, baby," he whispers-his whisper is loud enough so that Hazel snickers over Cale's dingus.
Audrey just goes after it. It kills me to see her mouthing the damn thing. Jesus, I hate Stibby then. I know she is loving it-that's part of why I hate him. He leans back and closes his eyes, smiling like a shark. She is laying along the seat, her head in his lap. His hand roves over her, from tits to snatch. He gets her skirt up around her middle and diddles her while she blows him.
I can hardly drive straight. I want to stop and hit him with a crowbar-or a tire iron or anything else handy. Man, I want her so bad! That's MY girl back there. That sonofabitch is getting blowed by my girl-and frigging my girl! I almost cry.
So I concentrate on Hazel. She is blowing a slack weenie. Cale is so drunk he can't keep it hard. She is sitting on the floor of the car in front of him, eating it: "Come on, Cale, baby, get it hard-"
She takes her mouth off it and frigs him with her hand, and she is very good. But no soap. The thing is flopping like a wet noodle. Cale's head lolls, his mouth is open.
So I open my zipper. Hazel hears it of course. She knows that sound better than any other in the whole fuggin' world. All her life guys have been unzipping in front of her mouth.
I look at her and see the light in her wide eyes. I got a hard-on like a phone pole. She just scoots over and it disappears down her throat. She's blowin' up a storm by the time we reach the glen.
I pull in and stop in a nice spot. When the engine noise stops all you can hear is squishy mouth sounds on cocks-and Cale snoring lightly. The car smells like a cheap whorehouse on pay night. Stibby is jerking and breathing through his nose, and when I look in the mirror I know that she is making him spurt.
Man, she gobbles it, with both hands around his balls. By now she's got one foot on the floor and one on the top of the back seat, and Stibby is working her cunt over something fierce.
Hazel looks up at me and says: "Whyn't you fuck me?"
I push her head back on the prick and reach down under her chin and grab a handful of tit. Not as nice as Audrey's. I hear Stibby say, between panting: "Jesus, oh, Jesus Christ-nobody blows like you do, baby-"
Hazel is an expert cocksucker, and I am loving it. I can't reach her pussy because of Cale, but I notice that she has reached down and is fingering it herself. So I don't worry about her no more.
Then Stibby says he has to piss. He gets out, feeling no pain, and Audrey goes with him. By now she is more naked than not. Her white flesh in the moonlight makes me crawl. That goddam Stibby pulls her along by the tits. He goes a couple yards away and tells her to hang onto the cock. She giggles, and does it and he pisses, a silver rainbow in the night. Audrey holds the prick and sprays the piss around, giggling the whole time.
Hazel lifts up her head and watches them, then she wants a cigarette. "Lemme sit on this thing, huh?"
I give her a cigarette and take one, and they come back to the car. Stibby notices me then, and Hazel. He goes around the car and opens the front door and pats Hazel's ass ... she is still on her knees.
"Old Cale passed out, huh? Poor old fucker-pore ol' fucker-"
Audrey snickers, leaning on the door beside me. I slip my hand out the window and in a second I have a handful of writhing cunt. I think Stibby would have spotted her gasp only he had got interested in Hazel's round fanny and lifted her skirt.
Hazel says, "Oh JeezChrist, I think I'm gonna get screwed."
That makes Stibby laugh. He gets a hand under her and begins to diddle her and she wriggles something fierce. "I think you're right," he says, and he pulls out the pecker and pulls her over to the door by the ass.
I know damn well that I can't let Stibby see me fooling with Audrey, even if he's fooling with Hazel, so I do my best not to let him see me. But he gets his rod into her all right. She's still kneeling and grabbing at my prick, and the whole car shakes and rattles when Stibby fucks her.
Stibby gets real excited and really boots her. Man, he rams her and bucks like a goat! Hazel grins at me and tries to get my cock in her mouth, but it ain't easy when Stibby gets going. He is panting and hissing and gulping air because he is working harder than hell.
At the same time I have two fingers in Audrey's sloppy pussy and she is fucking herself over them and getting glassy-eyed.
Then Stibby makes it. He gets real feverish and you can hear the sound of that cock battering her for miles. He spouts and gasps and jerks and pumps it into her rear end like that is it, Charley. And he keeps it up for a couple minutes, getting spasmodic and losing the rhythm-and falls over her back panting for breath.
Hazel just grins. I put the prick back between her lips and she goes after it steadily. I watch Stibby, and he is practically out. He just lays there, rolling off her, half in the car, half out.
Audrey leans in and sees him and looks at me with them big eyes. "Is he all right."
"Drunk," Hazel says.
Stibby mumbles.
Audrey sighs and pushes back so I lose the cunt. Then she goes around the car and tugs at him. "Come on, honey-come on, wake up-"
Stibby moans and falls out of the car onto the ground. He is limp. "Lemme sleep-"
"Yeah," Audrey says, "Go ahead, sleep-"
He mumbles and begins to breathe deep. I get out of the car and Hazel sits up. "I tole you he's drunk."
"He's pooped out," Audrey says, coming back around the car where I grab her. She grabs me too, by the whang. She works it, massages it.
"Le's get in the back seat."
But I pull her away from the car. Stibby might come to, the sonofabitch.
"I hadda do it," she says. She smells like jism. "What could I do?"
"Yeh."
"You b'lieve me, don't you?"
"Sure, honey." I was sore as sell, but what could I do? I was hard too, and I wanted to scrag her. "Lay down-"
She looked at the ground; it looked hard, and there was no grass around. I pushed her against the bole of a tree. "Open your legs."
"Maybe I should turn around-"
I shoved up against her front. "Huh uh. Spread, honey, we can get it in-" I took it in my hand and nuzzled it up under the curly hair. She parted the thighs and lifted one knee. She was wet. I pushed the cock under her sliding it along the lips of her snatch and she shuddered:
"Jesus, get it in, baby-"
It slid in warmly. She squealed as I buried it to the balls. Clinging to me, she kissed me hotly and undulated her ass over it. It felt great. Man, I fucked it into her and bounced her fanny along the tree trunk.
"You gonna give 'er all of it?" We both looked around to see Hazel standing there, hair all messed, skirt around her middle and tits sticking out of her blouse. Audrey giggled at her.
"Can't I have none?" Hazel asked.
"You just had some," I told her.
"Yeah, but baby, you're hung like a goddam horse."
Audrey giggled again. "He sure is-"
That was the first time I had ever heard that.
I ignored Hazel, all my interest was in Audrey, and pumped into her passionately. I knew that Hazel was rubbing my ass, and running her hand down under me to fondle my balls, but Audrey didn't know it. All Audrey knew was that she was getting cock fed to her in the right place. She was ripe and boiling over in a very few minutes.
I wanted to shoot my load at the same time but it didn't work out. Audrey went berserk for a bit, and I thrust into her deeply, and eased off as she began to subside.
"Gee, you really hump," Hazel commented to Audrey.
Audrey pushed her. "Don't stand an' watch people fuck!" she yelled.
Hazel went back to the car; she didn't mean anything.
And then Audrey was sorry. I pulled the dong out and she followed Hazel back and apologized. I looked at Cale and Stibby. They were both out. Hazel grabbed at my hard-on when I went close: "Come on, lemme have one-"
Audrey shrugged at me. "Go ahead then, honey, show her what a real pecker feels like."
Hazel stood there happily hanging onto it, skirts up, pussy hanging out. I motioned into the back seat and she climbed in quickly. She sat on the seat with her legs spread and I knelt between them and let her guide it.
She said: "Oooo, Jeez," when it skewered her.
Audrey came in and sat beside her and lit cigarettes for all of us.
Then we called it a night. Me and Audrey managed to slap Stibby alive, and got him into the car. We drove back to town and left Cale with Hazel and Audrey in her pad. We decided to skid out the next night.
This time it was easy. Stibby was a bear all day, with a big head and a lousy disposition, so I got what little junk I had and disappeared. I stashed it in a gas station where I knew a guy-my other shirt and a pair of shoes and about sixteen bucks.
Audrey picked me up after it got dark. We decided to cut out as soon as we could, the hell with midnight. She looked great. She was all excited and rarin' to go. We went about ten miles down the road and she pulled over and wanted me to drive and while we're changing seats I get my cock stuck up her pussy. She is hot to fuck! Man! Horny as a goat.
We spent an hour there by the side of the road with me pourin' jism on her fires. "You gimme goosebumps," she said. I gotta have that thing."
So then we drive most of the night, stopping for some chow and gas. And wind up in Charlesburg. Charlesburg is a pretty good sized town and I figure we can get lost in it easy. But I don't really worry much about Stibby now. We never told anybody where we're going because we didn't know ourselves.
We get a cheap motel room and we're both too fagged out to fuck. Until the morning. Then she wants her early morning piece. Which I am happy to give her.
Then we count our dough. We got about a hunnerd bucks and her car. But the kicker is she wants us to get married. That really surprises me.
"Why not?" she argues. "I love you, and you love me, huh, baby?"
What the fuck do I know from love? I say sure I do, honey, and then I can't get out of it. She is happy as a lark, humming and singing, and then she wants to boot one just to celebrate. She pulls her skirt up and wiggles the pussy at me and I cave in-or rather the old whang jumps up. She flops on the bed, legs spread and I climb into the saddle. I am convinced this is living.
So we go down to the license bureau and her with jism trickling down her leg.
The guy behind the counter looks at me hard. I know damn well I don't look twenty-one. So I try to look worried a little. Then he asks me real quick what year was I born?
But I was prepared for that one. I had it all figured out before we went in because I knew that question would come up. I think that reassured him a little, me knowing the answer so fast. He gives us the certificate and we took it to a JP. , The JP is a skinny little shit who don't care what or who is getting hitched. His joint-an office off his garage, he is the local mechanic-smells like somebody is burning tires in it and mixing the smell with wine. He yells out the back for some guy to come and be a witness, and he ties the knot for us.
Audrey has never been married before and she is jittery as a bug. She is all trembly and hot, and all the way to the JP's office she keeps feeling me and whispering in my ear that she wants to fuck. Jesus! I almost don't make it.
On the way back to the motel she is crazy for it. It's the middle of the afternoon and I'm afraid she's gonna demand it in the car in the middle of the goddam street. "I don't care," she keeps saying, and keeps yanking my prick out of my pants. I was lucky I didn't get picked up for drunk driving.
But I got her into the room. Then she was all over me. I had to ram it up her and fuck like an Itallan stompin' grapes-and sort of calm her down a little. Of course by this time she had me so excited I could hardly keep from spraying her with the nozzle. Man! We were a couple of crazy kids. Fucking our goddam heads off. You'd think there was nothing but pussy and prong.
"Jeez, honey, we're married!" she kept saying. Then she'd giggle and grab me. "Come on, hubby, I got my rights now-hump me."
We stripped everything off the bed and just laid there like a tangle of string, bucking and screwing and kissing: "Jeez, you're my wife-"
"-you haven't fucked me for five minutes, you don't love me-"
That sort of crap. Man! The rest of the day and half the night, till neither of us could sit up. In the morning we were stiff and hungry, and still she wanted her morning piece.
I began to wonder who had been giving her the morning hump before. I knew it wasn't Stibby. And she wasn't kidding. She really had to have that morning bang. Like a drunk, you know? It kind of turned her switch on.
But we staggered out and got some breakfast, and then we decided to take the day off for a honeymoon. We drove out into the sticks-not far. It was a beautiful day, as I remember, just right for what we wanted. I really did love her, as much as I could. At least I was as far gone on her as a kid my age could get. She was a real beauty, round and firm and shapely. When she walked out into a meadow and I watched her, man, I got a great hard-on just looking at that shape. When she turned and smiled at me, I almost shot the wad. She was mine, all mine.
We found a great spot, a creek with willows and trees and grassy meadows and hills-maybe it looked a lot better than it was, just because she was there. I don't know. But we got out of the car and walked along the creek, hugging each other, her hand on my ass and mine on hers. We stopped to kiss and first thing you know she had me unzipped and the whang sprang out and she drags me down on top of her.
That first boff lasted all afternoon. Not in that place, but walking in the trees, on the bank of the creek, over a log-we took off our clothes and jumped in the creek-and fucked the water to a froth.
We didn't talk much, just screwed, and sucked.
That's all Audrey got turned on about. She had a hanker. I seen a lot of dames since, but Audrey was the only one with an electric cunt. She just couldn't help it, she had to have it. She was the softest, sweetest loving a guy could get. She gave everything she had every time, never held back nothing. The more she gave the more she got, she always said.
Our honeymoon lasted till it got dark. Even then she straddled me while I'm driving back to town and rubs her snatch on the whang-which is not showing signs of life.
I had to get a job. All I know is cars, so I got a job in a garage and made out pretty good. Me and Audrey found a little duplex about a mile from the garage and every day I hustled home for lunch and a little noon pussy ... not in that order. She got the pussy first. Sometimes I got it before and after lunch.
A few times I got it during lunch. I ate and she fucked me: "I jus' can't help it, honey, I'm hot today-"
Sometimes I wondered what she did during the day. I would ask her and she always said she hung around the house, sewing and ironing and junk like that. A few times she didn't seem like she was as desperate for humping when I got home as other times. She always said that days were different.
Once I went home in the middle of the afternoon and she wasn't there. When I asked her, she was at the department store ... she said. That was the week I turned sixteen.
There was another guy at the garage, a grease monkey like me, named Leech. Leech was a tall, lean guy with a hawk face and beady eyes. Him and me got pretty chummy; he had a flock of dirty snapshots he used to show me, telling me it'd help to get the flagpole up for the bride. I told him I didn't need nothing for her. When he saw her one day he sure whistled.
"Yeh, Kid, I see what you mean!"
Leech began telling me about his wife, a dame named Jennifer. "Hell of a good screw, Kid," he'd say. "Hell of a good screw."
I told him that Audrey was the world's best.
"Hell, Jenny'll blow you so fuckin' fast you'll kick holes in yore socks."
I got to laugh about us two bragging about our wives. What for, you know? Anyhow, his wife, Jenny, was a real doll like he said. She brought him lunch a few times and I had big eyes watching her waggle that ass over to the garage. A few guys whistled, and Leech didn't mind. He just winked at me.
"They're up tight thinkin' about stickin' her," he said.
Him and me and the two girls got together one weekend for dinner at a local joint. I sure liked Jenny. Man, she had tits and shape, a real dark broad. Audrey was a blonde. But Jenny was a demure chick, didn't seem to like Audrey's dirty jokes. I couldn't picture her blowing a dong like Leech said she did so good. Or screwing either. And I knew she did.
But we had fun, you know, talk and dancing. And when I danced with Jenny I was surprised to feel her pussy rubbing me. She sort of eased it up against me and revolved it. Even better than Audrey did. Audrey shoved it at me all right, but she'd open her legs and really give you a dry-fuck on the floor. Jenny was more subtle. And a lot more sexy, too. I was glad that the joint was not brightly lighted because I had a hard one by the time the dance was half over.
And Jenny could feel it too. I knew she could.
But she didn't say anything at all, and she didn't stop the subtle contact.
I watched Leech and Audrey on the floor, and it made me sort of jealous. Audrey was rubbing him up-no two ways about it. I could see the roundness of her ass moving, even in the gloom of the floor. And from the look on Leech's puss, he had it bad. He was red and horny.
When I danced with Audrey I told her to knock it off. "I'm not doing nothing," she said.
"You're giving him a hard-on."
"Honey, I can't help that-"
Of course I'm doing the same thing with Jenny, so I can't yell too loud.
We stayed a couple hours, drinking and dancing, and Leech got a little potted. I guess we all did. Even Jenny. The last dance I had with her, she really fed me the pussy. I could feel her bend in the middle and push it at my cock. We just stood in one place and rubbed each other, and I slobbered on her neck, kissing her with my tongue like Audrey taught me.
She didn't protest one damn bit.
When we got back to our table I had the first shock of my married life. I was damn sure Audrey had been feeling up Leech under the table. I saw her hand snake back from him, and saw the furtive look on his puss.
Of course I felt a little guilty, what I'd been doing with Jenny, so I said nothing.
But in the next days, Leech began talking a lot about swapping. "Knew a couple did it-and they loved it, pal, loved it. Hell, it don't hurt nothing to screw somebody."
At first I didn't realize what he was getting at.
I went along with him, listening. Then in a few days I asked him if he and Jenny had ever swapped with anybody.
He just looked at me with them beady eyes and says: "Yeah."
Boy, that made me think. Somebody else screwing Audrey. Then I thought, but a lot of guys had-Stibby and who else? Probably a lot. She wasn't the kind to fight 'em off. Real casual, I asked Audrey one night what she thought about wife swapping.
She was real casual too. She said it sounded like it might be fun.
That made me think even more. And thinking was hard. I was only sixteen. The first thing was, I was sore. "I'm not enough man for you, huh?"
"Jeez, 'course you are, baby-" So I laid her on the bed to prove it and fucked her till her eyes bugged out. You couldn't punish Audrey by boffing her. A yantz to her was like candy to a kid.
It sort of ate me though. Leech kept saying that screwing never hurt no dame, it didn't matter who did the humping. Husband or not. Maybe it got to me after a while.
There was a good looking chick who used to come in for gas at the station, and once in a while she'd come over to the garage, the boss knew her. So Leech got to know her too. Then she got something wrong with the ignition on her car, so Leech went out with her to check it. When he got back he told me he'd laid her.
"That's all she wanted, pal, a good boff. Man, she was pantin' for it."
I didn't know whether to believe him or not. But she did come by in a couple of days and ask him to go out for a trial spin again. Same old ignition. This time he went on his noon hour, and when he got back he looked a little pale. "Man, she blew me half silly!" I took a good look at her after that. She was a blonde like Audrey, but thinner, not so big in the tit department, but a nice round ass. She give me a cozy smile too when she seen I was looking her over. She comes over to me: "You're Frankie, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Man, she looks great the closer she gets.
"I heard a lot of nice things about you," she says, which shakes me. Leech is saying nice things about me? Why?
"Gee, that's swell," I say.
"I'm Melanie," she says.
I can see the boss looking at us, so I get the hell back to the grease as fast as I can. Then, in the middle of the day, the boss comes over and squints at me.
"I got some advice for you, Frankie."
"What's that?"
"Stay away from Melanie-she tell you her name?"
I nod at him. Is she his dame?
"She's poison," he says, glancing around to see if we're overheard. "You're a nice kid, Frankie, with a nice wife-"
"Sure, I won't fool with her."
"Smart kid," he says, and slaps my back.
He starts out and I call him back. "How come she's poison?"
He gives me the squint again. "You don't wanna give that cute wife of yours a dose of clap do you?"
So I figure Melanie is free gash. Now I'm anxious.
The next time she comes around it's raining and I'm the only guy who notices her. I go over to her car and she opens the door. So I get in. The rain is pelting down and her windows are frosted up, I know nobody can see us. She backs up along the side of the garage.
"Hi, doll," she says. Her eyes are hot as Casey's nuts. She just looks at me and turns the engine off.
I slide over and get myself a handful of tit and a lipful of mouth. She kisses like it's goin' out of style and she got to get her share by morning. My whang has got barbs on it in a second.
In the next second she is massaging it. She makes me gasp. Man-I'm only sixteen! She is a full-fledged woman-cock hungry and burning up with horn. She claws that cock out of my pants and crawls on it.
She's wearing a dress and a coat, but she straddles me and handles the weenie-and I can feel it get warm all of a second. She lunges and I thrust and it is buried. She's sitting on my lap, all dressed, but we are fucking like foxes. This is the first time I cheat on Audrey.
I don't think about nothing. I just prong her and make it last. She gets her kicks. She also boots a couple before I do and makes the car rock. Wild.
When I go back inside the garage, I think Leech gives me a funny look, but I can't be sure. He talks a lot about swapping that day I remember. How a little fresh cooze feels just right now and then. Which I got to agree with. Having just had some.
Me and Audrey talk about swapping a little more too. So one day I ask her if she's got anybody in mind.
She looks at me and shrugs. "What about Jenny and Leech?"
Yeah, what about them? I mull it over. Leech humping Audrey. Me screwing Jenny-that listens good. "Have you talked to Jenny about it?"
She smiles at me, "Yeah. You know what?"
"No, what?"
"I think Jenny likes the idea."
"You mean the idea of getting it from me?" Audrey giggles. "Yeah, I told her how big you are."
That's the way women are. Way ahead of a guy.
But it hots up my balls to think Jenny is horny for me. If she is. So finally I agree that me and Audrey will get together with Jenny and Leech and have us a party at their joint and we'll see what happens.
And about that time Melanie comes around and I go for a little ride with her. Just a fast half hour sitting in her car under some trees while she blows me. She sops it up like it's ice cream. She eats me, cone and all. Man, what a ball!
Then she drives me within a block of home and lets me out. We go around a different way than I usually take-and while I'm still sitting in her car getting a little smooching I see Leech hustling from the direction of my house to his car. He gets in and drives off and don't see me at all.
Man, I get home in a hurry. A real hurry. Audrey seems sort of startled to see me. I just grab her and flip her over the bed and yank her skirt up and spread her legs. When I cram my cock up her cleft it is already nice and wet.
So I know that her and Leech have been screwing.
She is plenty hot and just hangs on and coos the whole time. She is so hot she don't seem to get suspicious at all. So I give her all I got left.
Well, I don't say nothing. Naturally I wonder how many times Audrey has put horns on my head, and how many guys. But it won't do any good to ask her. She's too slippery. And I don't mean in the snatch....
I got to go along with her. I know she can t help it. She's just naturally cock-happy.
CHAPTER TWO
She's very damn excited the night of our party. We have a little drink together before we go over there. Neither of us knows what to expect, I guess. She hangs onto my dong in the car and she keeps telling me she loves me. When we pull up in their driveway she takes my head in both hands and kisses me.
"Honey-"
I say, "yeh?"
"You wanna-fuck me b'fore we go in?" I say no, and kiss her and we get out of the car, which is difficult because I got a hellova hard-on.
Jenny and Leech are a little nervous too. They get us some drinks, the lights are turned romantic and low, and the music is on. Soft and dreamy. We just sit and talk for a while and let the liquor get in its work.
Then Leech and Audrey dance a little while I go in the kitchen to help Jenny. She looks very damn good. She is wearing a low-neck dress and when she bends over I can see those big tits hanging there, with nothing much holding them. I can even see the nipples. They are poking out the blouse too.
I get the ice cubes out for her and glance into the living room. Audrey and Leech are moving a little, standing in the middle of the room, talking low. I can see they are rubbing, but not much.
Me and Jenny have a private drink, then we dance a little in the kitchen. Man-she comes on strong with the pussy! She can feel my cock and she really massages it with the pussy, up and down this time.
"Watch it!" I say.
She grins at me, her mouth close. I brush her lips with mine and she don't retreat. My prick is trying to jab through the cloth, and she is stirring it up with her undulations. Then she licks my lips and I slide into her arms. She feels so good! And in the middle of kissing and sucking tongues, her hand slides down my body and down between us-and grabs my cock.
Christ! She makes me almost come!
"Oh, my God!" she says, gasping.
"Wassmatter?"
She is massaging it now, biting her lip. "My God! Audrey told me it was big-but-!"
"It ain't too big, honey."
She sighs and keeps on fooling with it. I rub her ass. She unzips my pants and has it out naked in her hand-both hands. Well, that makes me nervous, even though we're here for fooling around. That thing is loaded for bear and could go off.
I look around the corner of the door. And my heart goes pitty-pat. My wife, Audrey, and Leech are all tangled up together on the couch. There is a hellova lot of naked leg showing, and Audrey is yanking on his big naked prick, and they are kissing like newlyweds in the middle of an orgasm.
But Jenny only looks once, then she is trying to climb up on me. She wants that cock, and she wants it bad. She's got her skirt up around her middle and she is actually climbing up me, one leg around me, pushing herself up, panting and struggling.
"Oh-please-" she pants.
Man, I can't take that jazz. I whirl her around and sit her on the sink. Her legs go wide. I push in and the one-eyed snake knows just where to hide. It dives into her sopping pussy and she yanks me and I lunge at the same time. She gulps and the cock is in her almost to the hair.
Both her hands go down and grab it desperately. "Oh, Jeez Christ!"
"Come on, honey-" I try to work it in and out. She hangs on, breathing hard and looking at me with huge eyes.
"It's so goddam big!"
"It won't hurt you, honey-" She is tight, much tighter than Audrey even. I tickle her clit and she writhes. She wants it, she's just scared of it. But I diddle her with it and tease her, and she gradually relaxes.
Her mouth forms on O. I work it in and out easy, easy-looking at those big tits. Man, she's tight.
"I feel like I can't breathe," she says. "I never had one that big before."
"You'll love it," I tell her and she snickers.
"I love it already."
So I ease it in the rest of the way. Our curly hairs mingle. Then I fuck her with little short jabs and make her squeal. She is crazy about it. She puts her hand on her chest between her tits. "I can feel it up to here-"
"Open your mouth lemme see if I can see the head of it."
That makes her giggle and I pump it in hard and heavy. She grabs me around the neck and hangs on, sucking in her breath. "Ohhhhhhhh, yeah-"
She feels just great! Man, I know I can hose her for a hundred years without stopping. It's a big kick romping up another slit, feeling another pair of knockers against my chest.
I hear a thump and a squeal from the living room.
Holding Jenny around the butt, I walk over to the door and look into the room. Leech is naked to the waist ... so is Audrey. Both of them had fallen onto the floor from the couch. Leech is on top of her ramming it into her as hard as he can go. Her pink legs are around him and they are panting and squishing. Jenny stares at them and snickers, then she bites me on the ear.
"Honey-"
"Yeah?"
"Take me into the bedroom."
She shows me the way, and I carry her, goosing her in the snatch every step. I lay her on the bed and fall on her. She yelps because I fall cock first.
"Jeez Christ!"
"You want me t' take it out, baby?" She moans, "Oh hell no, honey-don't you dare!"
So I fuck her with it, enjoying her squeals. She dances under it, rolling and twisting and bucking-she's wild with it, out of her skull! And then she shoots it. She screams out loud; threshing and jerking, scratching me and beating her heels on my ass.
She is so crazy with sex that she don't know who the fuck she is!
Then I hear them running in-Leech yells: "What's the matter?" He pulls at me-I'm still fucking her-but she is hanging on for dear life and humping back.
"Jesus," Leech says, "I never seen her go for it like that!"
I get a good look at Leech's whang then, and it's not nearly as big as mine. No wonder, I figure. His pecker is sticking out straight, with Audrey grabbing for it as soon as she sees that Jenny is OK. She pulls Leech right down on the bed next to us. He grins at me and crawls into the saddle. Audrey stretches and kisses me ... while Leech gets his fob up her snapper.
When Jenny comes out of it, all four of us are lying there side by side screwing. She snickers, holding on to me.
Audrey says to her, "How you like my hubby, dear?"
Jenny purrs. You can actually hear her purr like a big titty cat. She don't have to say anything.
Audrey has a funny look on her face. Maybe she is realizing she got the wrong weenie in her bag. Audrey has lost her skirt and her boobies are hanging out of her blouse. Jenny sits up and takes off her blouse while I lean back. I can see Audrey staring at me when I kiss Jenny's tits. They are real kissable.
Leech don't hang back though, and I feel a little funny when I see him wrap his mouth around Audrey's tits.
"Boy, we're goin' all the way," Audrey says.
"That was the idea," Leech says, "huh, Frankie?"
"I guess so," I tell him.
"Well then, make me come, baby" Audrey says, kissing Leech. "What're we doin'-playin' hopscotch?"
Jenny giggles as I run it in and out. I never thought this broad would like it so much. It's a pleasure to scrag her. She ain't cock-happy like Audrey, but she really digs screwing.
"Who's gonna come first?" I say.
"Me," Jenny says and yanks on my ass. I feed it to her real hot. In a second the goddam bed is squeaking like it won't stand the load. Leech is humping Audrey a mile a second and I'm pumping Jenny-and Jenny gives another scream and she is gone. I mean gone!
"Oh shit," Audrey says.
She watches me hold Jenny down. Jenny is struggling and moaning and twisting something fierce. I get a glance at Leech's eyes and he is pretty damn surprised.
It takes her a long time-a little longer than the first spasm-so cool it. She is like taking dope. She purrs and runs her hands over me, and writhes real smooth and sexy, kissing me. She is loving it, every fucking inch of it.
She whispers things in my ear too, kissing me and running the tip of her tongue in the ear and making me shake and shudder. "God! I love it," she whispers. "Nobody ever made me love it like that-"
Leech can't hear what she says, but he knows she is whispering, and I don't think he likes it.
So we get up, Jenny and me, and go into the kitchen for a drink, me with the big dong yet. She pours me a drink but none for her, and gets down and starts licking the rod. I sit on a chair and watch her love it up. Man she pets it and kisses it and talks to it just like it could hear. She sucks on it and strokes it, and I am kind of trembly with all that gorgeous attention.
"I love you," she tells the cock, kissing it deeply. She raises her big eyes to me, licking the whang, talking to the whang: "I want you more and more-lots more-"
I just nod to her, eyes sparkling. Man, I intend to get a lot more of this cunt.
She can get about half of it in her mouth at one time, for just an instant before she chokes. But she licks the shaft and sucks the head very hard-and then I start to stiffen. Man, it's coming, the big deluge! She knows it. She looks at me: "Go ahead, baby-"
I just nod again-that's all I can do. I am stiff as a brass mackerel and she is pumping on it with her lips. Oh, make me strong! Jezis, I'm coming!
And then it blows. And in the very instant when I'm jerking and bucking, Audrey comes to the door and stares at us. The place smells of jism. I can see her but I can't even wave. I'm helpless in Jenny's mouth. She is a sucking machine.
Over my panting and hissing I can hear Audrey swallow hard and see her turn away, into Leech's arms. "Let's blow, huh?" he says. She nods and they disappear into the bedroom again.
It takes a long, long time for Jenny to taper me off. She does a wonderful job of it-I don't realize till later that she has swallowed the whole gulp of it. She keeps up the sucking beat, the tempo, and squeezes just right with her hand when necessary-she is an expert. And keeps it up long after I blow it. Man, she drains me from the toes.
I'm putty in her hands-mouth. She even lights a cigarette for me when it's over. Then she sits on the floor between my knees and licks on the big limp pecker while we smoke. She is great.
"Was it good?"
"The best I ever had-I ain't kidding." She smiles and squeezes my thigh. "I want to do it again, a lot."
"Honey, next you're gonna get fucked." She giggles. "I hope so."
I pick her up then and we go in on the couch where it's more comfortable. There are bedspring sounds from the bedroom.
"Your husband is a sex fiend."
She giggles again, "He hasn't changed then. He's crazy for Audrey, talks about her all the time. You should hear him."
I remembered the time I saw him coming out of my house. "Yeah, I'll bet."
I watch her nuzzle and lick on the prick. She is just great-I love her. The pecker does too; it begins to sit up and take notice. She squeals as it throbs.
"Oh, you darling!"
"Kiss it," I suggest, and she goes down on it hot and heavy. She makes love to that thing like it was alive-it's fun to watch her. And while she's doing that, Audrey and Leech stagger out of the bedroom wanting a drink.
"I'm fucked out," Leech says. Audrey flops on the couch, legs splayed, bare-ass naked. He brings her a drink and he sits on the floor and leans his weary head on the couch. He looks it.
But Jenny don't bother with them, she still licks my peter. She is very fond of it. Audrey watches her with heavy eyes, sipping her drink.
Leech takes his pecker and lets it flop like a fish. It is wrinkled and old. Nothing.
Audrey looks at mine; and smiles at me, sticks out her tongue. Then she slides over close and I put an arm around her and she cuddles up close, watching Jenny. "Does that feel good?"
"Lemme do it," Audrey says.
Jenny grabs the cock. "No!"
"I'm his wife-"
"Fuck off, Charley!" Jenny says and I am astonished. Absolutely astonished. Even Audrey's jaw sags a little. Leech laughs in his throat.
"You don' know her-"
Well that about ended the party. Leech is out and Audrey is shaky, so me and Jenny go back into the bedroom and finish off old Henry-my cock. He dies hard. It takes her another hour to knock him out, and she gets in a good session of poontang before she blows me and I poop out too.
When we get home, Audrey says, "How'd you like it?"
"Jenny is a great lay, baby."
"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. Well, it wasn't all that crazy for me."
"I'm sorry," I tell her. "It wasn't my idea."
"Leech is good, but I'm used to bigger things."
She comes over and cuddles me. "You're the best, baby. Really the best."
That's what Jenny tells me too. She tells me at the garage a day later. "Frankie, I gotta see you again-"
"OK, let's have another party, the four of us-"
"No, just you."
"Where?"
"Do you want to-see me?"
"Hell yes," I tell her. Any broad who is that good at blowing tunes on my whang is for me.
"I've got a girlfriend-she's out of town for a while. We could meet at her place."
"What's the address?" I copy it down and memorize it. We agree to call again and decide when to meet. Now my only problem is how to get out to meet her without Audrey knowing. I worry about that all the rest of the day. But when I get home Audrey has it all figured out for me.
She has met a doll who is teaching her piano. Now she wants to go over to this broad's house in the evening for more lessons. Audrey isn't the best liar in the world. I figure she is meeting Leech.
But for the time being it is what the doctor ordered. I go along with it and encourage her piano lessons. The first night she goes out, I meet Jenny at the girlfriend's.
Jenny is horny as a pig.
"I got about an hour," I tell her. Jenny grabs at my fly as I kiss her. She can't wait. She is all over me, fluttering and panting, so I just lay her on the nearest couch and spread her legs. She is happy to oblige. When I ease it in her she almost gibbers she is so excited.
I make her come in five minutes and she almost knocks the house down. Man! She is hot!
"Leech never does me like that-never!"
"I guess Audrey likes him."
"What d'you mean?"
"I think she's meeting him tonight."
"She can't be," Jenny says. "I know he's with his brother. They've got family business to discuss."
So I don't say anything more. Audrey is taking piano lessons too. I don't believe it.
But I fuck her silly-and me too. I give her all of it and let her make a fool of herself over it, and blow me to boot, and then I slip back home.
I go in the back door, but Audrey isn't home yet. I've got a pretty good idea where this place is that she's supposed to be taking lessons, so I start over there. Maybe she really is. It's only about a mile, so I walk.
In the first block away from home I pass a parked car that is squeaking as I pad by it.
I stop in the dark and look at it. Shadows. So I sneak over and give it a good look with the streetlight where it shines inside. Two people in the back seat. A pair of shapely legs up in the air.
I study the thing, and I can see that some guy is humping a broad in the seat. The legs look familiar, but the car don't. It ain't Leech's.
So I stick around and watch them. When they finish the round and have a cigarette, I sit on the curb behind another car and wait. In about five minutes Audrey gets out of the car, pulling her clothes together.
The guy who gets out with her is a total stranger to me. Jenny must have been right about Leech.
The guy takes Audrey to the house, close to it, and they kiss, very soulfully, and she goes in.
Man, I follow him back about ready to jump on him. All I do though is take the license number. The next day I find out the car belongs to a Benton Jenks. He sure has got good taste. But I don't know what to do about him.
So I tell Leech about it. He grins at me.
"You got a better mousetrap, pal."
That ain't funny. He is right, but it ain't funny. He doesn't have no very good suggestions either. I'm all for busting the guy, but then I'll have to run. And I'm beginning to like it here. Melanie calls me about once a week, I got Jenny jumping through hoops, and Audrey is getting hotter all the time. I like it.
But I can't stay out of rouble. Leech says he knows where he can sell a car-a certain model car-and wants me to help him. Steal it.
"Two hunnerd bucks, pal, cash. No trace. You dig?"
"You mean two hunnerd each?"
"Hell no. A C note each. Are you in?"
I make him explain the deal. We grab the car, change it, spray a cheap coat of paint on it and drive it about fifty miles. The paint is for cover. Nothin' else.
Well, I think about it, then I say OK. I have to tell Audrey, and she says OK too. She likes dough.
The first time we go looking, we find a car, hot wire it and make the delivery. It is so fucking easy it is a laugh. The guy pays us the dough and says he wants more cars-hurry up. On the way back home me and Leech decide to throw a party to celebrate.
The next night is Saturday, so we buy booze, go out to dinner and back to their apartment. We are all horned up. Even Jenny has told some dirty jokes. She has also been feeling me under the table, and I know Audrey has been mauling Leech.
As soon as we walk in the door, Leech and Audrey are in a clinch. She is rubbing her pussy on him, up and down, up and down, legs spread. He is feeling her ass.
I take Jenny into the bedroom and undress her right off the bat. She giggles like a school girl, but when I get the duds off her she starts on me. I am untying my shoes and she is unzipping me, and then she dives at it and gets her mouth over it. Man, I just lay back on the bed and let her work it over.
While she sucks me I can hear the couch squeaking in the living room. I hope Audrey is getting a good one. Well, she's getting all Leech has.
I don't let Jenny blow me. I get the rest of my clothes off, then I lay her down and scrag her. She wraps her arms and legs around me and we toil. Man, we hump and batter and squeegee and roll around and she takes every goddam inch of it and pulls at my ass to get more inside her.
She is a great lay! Great.
They have the bottle in the living room, which I have forgotten all about. But Leech and Audrey are nipping and fucking, nipping and fucking.
By the time I make Jenny climb the wall about the third time, Leech comes staggering in, and man, he is potted. I bet he don't know his own name.
I go in and look at Audrey and she is just as drunk.
She's on the couch, arms and legs wide, giggling as silly as anything. She don't even know me ... but she wants pecker.
I look in the bedroom to see that everything's all right and Leech is trying to hump Jenny who is pushing him off: "With that little thing?"
Leech is sore, but he's so drunk he can't do anything about it. Jenny is able to keep him away; and she goes for me, and pulls me onto the bed. Leech falls down on the floor, and I fall on Jenny.
This time we stay all night. Me and Jenny in the bed, Leech on the floor and Audrey on the couch.
When Leech wakes up in the morning and tries to get into bed, Jenny tells him to get lost. I am on top of her at the time. It has been a wonderful night.
But that started more trouble. Because Jenny wasn't getting what she wanted at home-she said. Leech was OK, but she wanted a real pecker. She called me at the garage all the time. Man, she wanted me. Audrey got sore about it too. She wasn't about to give me up, she said ... not to Jenny.
Leech still acts OK, but even if I'm only a kid, I figure that it has got to eat at him ... his wife wanting me. She don't make any bones about it. So I watch Leech very careful. He could knife me in the back. I think a lot aobut piling us in Audrey's car and taking off again.
I tell Audrey this and she is a little pissed off at Leech too. She says he can't fuck his way outa a wet sack, and she says maybe we should look around for a new couple.
"I think we oughta move on."
"Not yet, honey-"
So we leave it at that. He don't want to go. I wonder why? So for a few days I tell her lies, like I'm going a certain place that will take me an hour or two-you know, casing a car, and like that. It's real good excuse. Then I hang around where I can watch the house.
I catch two guys: Leech and this Jenks.
Audrey is telling me alla time that she is through with Leech, but he is still seeing her. And if he goes in when I come out it means that she is calling him. So when he is inside, I go around and listen at the bedroom window, and hear the bed squeaking. Pal Leech is boffing Audrey all right.
I do the same thing when Jenks goes in. Audrey is getting her kicks.
When I ask her if she's seen Leech she says no.
I figure a broad who'll he to me like that will eat shit, so I get together with Jenny and we pack bags and swipe Leech's car out from under him and leave town.
And we do it when Leech is humping Audrey. It's like poetic justice.
We are having breakfast the next morning when Jenny asks me about Melanie. I am surprised because I don't know she is wise to that gash. She says she knew Leech was boffing her-and that Leech put Melanie onto me because of my cock. Melanie is crazy for big ones.
But the snapper comes later. We're on the road when she tells me one of the reasons she had to leave Leech was because Leech was sore about me-the dames liked me-so he put Jenks onto Audrey. Jenks was Melanie's husband, another horsecock.
So that's how I started in the wife swapping deal. At sixteen. I never did get a divorce from Audrey. I never saw her again, so I don't know where she is. Me and Jenny stayed together for a long time-till I finally began to get my whang into a cute little blonde dish who squeezed me out just right.
I went back to the hot car dodge for a while and made out pretty good. Then I got busted when a cop caught me in a car with a young kid at night-this dame was under age but she could suck like a pump. That didn't do me no good. The judge threw the book at me, and I got lucky on the appeal. But I spent more'n a year in the cooler. My first hitch."
CHAPTER THREE
Ora Gillibrand was a rebel. At the time of our investigation she was twenty-six, or so she said. She has light brown hair and a rather sweet face. She let her hair grow long, below her shoulders, and seldom used make-up. But she didn't need it. She had been athletic in school and had a very good figure.
Ora's rebellion centered about her contempt for authority, not a new or different emotion certainly, but nonetheless real for her. We felt, in interviewing her, that much of her feeling had been brought on by her parents who were, or seemed to be, unusually rigid.
Obviously we have heard the contention that the child's parents were more to blame than the child, and often, to be sure, had serious doubts about it. But in Ora's case, we tended to agree. We had meetings with her parents. Ora's mother seemed to be rather more capable of the definite opinion than necessary. We found her to have opinions on most subjects, even though she could admit little knowledge of them. She had not finished high school herself. Ora's father seemed to us to be a rather weak man, holding no very definite opinions on anything. We found he would vary his opinions if the argument could be furthered by so doing.
Perhaps Ora saw through these two at an early age for she was a bright girl. She told us that her mother was automatically against anything she wanted to do, and always had been. We felt this might be a more than generous bias; but in our observation of Mrs. Gillibrand, we did encounter that same feeling. Mr. Gillibrand never contradicted his wife. Ora told us that he never took her part.
But let Ora say it her own way:
ORA GILLIBRAND:
"I learned very early the truth of that old epigram, that when you're in trouble you're in trouble all by yourself. When I was little I thought my parents were sticking up for me-because kids do get into messes. But the older I got the more I began to realize that my mother usually sided with the opposition.
If I had trouble at school, really seldom, my mother always berated me and never asked my side of it.
If I had trouble with a playmate, I was always to blame, no matter what the real circumstances.
Thus I learned to conceal any and everything I could from them, and especially her. Mother ruled the roost at our house. I despised dad because he let her do it.
Actually I'll go farther than that. Not only did I learn to conceal my actions from them, I must admit that I went out of my way to be a rebel-and conceal it. I looked for trouble. And I didn't have far to look.
A large family lived cattycorner across the street from us. The Hyatts. They were generally considered by all the neighbors to be low class. I heard them talk, of course: The Hyatts were poor white trash: Joel Hyatt was a tomcat, all the Hyatt girls were tramps-" And so on.
It interested me. My mother had forbidden me to play with the Hyatts. She considered them below us, and God knows, we weren't any answer to a prayer.
The funny part of it is, that my mother was absolutely right: and so were the other neighbors. The Hyatts were tramps. But at that time they were just a way of defeating my mother. I began to meet one of the Hyatt girls, Julia, constantly.
Julia was a hot-eyed little thing, slim and dark with a lot of vivacity. She was actually a heller. She loved to create disorder. She also knew, and so did all her family, I found, exactly what everyone thought of them. And they didn't give a shit.
Our town was small, on the edge of Chicago, a suburb they call it today. It was a middle to lowerclass district with small shops and small businesses and no big factories. Our playground was the town.
I was astonished to find out, and I discovered it immediately, that Julia had a regular boyfriend. She and I were fourteen at the time; her boyfriend was sixteen and worked every night in his father's store, a heating repair shop-his father repaired stoves and heaters ... and a few other appliances.
At any rate, Julia met him almost every night in the back of the store.
"His father goes home to dinner and Floyd stays in the store-he's supposed to do his homework and answer the phone." Her eyes snapped when she told me about it.
I asked her what they could do in an old store.
She laughed at me. "Don't you know about boys?"
I said I did, but I didn't. At that time I only knew they were usually bigger and stronger, but I was beginning to respond to leers and pinches. I did know they were made differently, and I had a pretty good idea of what that thing looked like, but I had never seen one close up. Or felt one.
"Gosh," Julia said, "I'll have to take you outa the dark ages."
I was ready for the trip. I had a lot of curiosity about boys. My problem was getting out of the house at the right time. Julia went to see Floyd at about seven, and stayed till about eight. I decided on the old reliable: the library. I announced I was going to the library one evening and mother only stared at me. I went and came back. I really went to the library.
Two nights later I went again, and really went to the library and I was glad I had. Because mother was waiting for me when I came out. We walked home together and didn't say a word.
I went a third time, and thought I saw her look in while I was reading. She seemed to be satisfied when I got home.
The fourth time I went to the library, I really went with Julia to see Floyd. That meeting opened my eyes to a new existence. The store was about two blocks from the library on the main drag, but we went in the back way.
Julia gave a secret knock on the rear door and Floyd opened it right away. He knew I was coming. But he didn't fool around. He pulled Julia in and they clinched. Gosh, it made me feel like an extra banana split dumped on the rug. The way they were kissing almost made me nervous. I tried not to watch, but it was terribly exciting.
We were in a darkened back room filled with tools and benches and equipment and smelling like oil and grease and cleaning fluid and stuff like that. I looked into the front of the shop and it was sort of a showroom and supply area, shelves and counters and glass cases all over.
When I looked back at Floyd and Julia I had to catch my breath because they were still kissing and Julia was making some, what seemed to me to be, obscene movements. I was shocked.
When they came out of it they just laughed at me. I guess my face was red and I was fluttery. Floyd came over and before I knew what he was doing he kissed me. Right on the lips. I yelped, and then he took me in his arms and did it again.
I tried to fight him off, because I was startled. But he didn't fight off. So I let him kiss me. He kept kissing me. Pretty soon I was kissing him. And all the time Julia was clapping her hands and saying: "She likes it, she likes it-"
And that was true. I sure did.
"Now I want my share," Julia said, and she took Floyd away from me and they went into a long, drawn out kiss that me weak in the knees. Floyd leaned against a bench and they embraced so hotly it made my mouth dry.
I went and sat down to clear my head. And heard them whispering. They seemed to be arguing ... should we or shouldn't we?
Julia called me over and I went-to be embraced by Floyd, who embraced both of us at the same time.
"She's a very sheltered thing," Julia said, "and we have to bring her out of it."
"Yeh," Floyd agreed. "Bring her out of it."
So he kissed me, then he kissed Julia. Then me, then Julia-it got to be very cozy, and a lot of fun. I was enjoying myself more than I ever had. I didn't notice right away that Julia was pressed up closer to him than I was. I was at his side. I was so green that I didn't realize why they were panting more than I, and seemingly more excited than I-and I was soaring.
I felt the movement but I didn't know why we were moving slightly. I felt his mouth and his tongue in my mouth and it stirred me crazily, with Julia hissing and moaning to kiss him, and biting his ear. I felt the wild surge of passion, but thought it was in myself.
I was wet between the legs, and I knew why. It made me almost scream when he kissed me so hotly my legs turned to jelly.
And then I noticed that Julia's legs were up around him! I realized with a rush that they were fucking!
I gasped, and Julia knew I had discovered it. She giggled out loud and Floyd grinned at me. The two of them were shamelessly undulating and writhing, locked together. Now I could smell it, the perfume of love.
"You can be next," Julia whispered to me.
Floyd pulled me very close to them and kissed me. I put my arms about both of them, breathing hard; my poor heart was pounding with excitement. I knew I must be very pale, because I was breathless. I just clung to them, fighting for breath, feeling them move together so close to me.
I began to realize that Julia was also terribly excited. She too was breathless and feverish. She began to moan a little bit, eyes fluttering. Floyd sat her on the bench and motioned to me to help hold her and I embraced her on one side. I watched with wide eyes and with the blood pounding in my ears as Floyd fucked her.
She clutched him, open-mouthed, stiffening and gasping-and Floyd battered her between the legs. I caught glimpses of the pink staff which increased my agitation. How it must feel to Julia!
I was overcome with emotion when Julia came. I shuddered with her and panted with her. Floyd's hands kept her from being pushed back by the force of his pumping. Didn't it hurt to have such an organ jabbing into that tender place? Julia jerked wildly and her legs flew up, kicking and trembling. We held her, Floyd whispered to her that he loved her, and he fed her that fascinating dick, stroking it in steadily. I could feel the wet running down my leg.
She was surging and bucking, and I knew by the look on her face that she loved it. It couldn't hurt then.
When she began to subside she was smiling weakly and panting, and kissing him. It made her cuddlesome and loving, more than I had ever seen anyone. I envied her suddenly. They were embracing and had forgotten me.
But when I moved away she felt it and pulled me back. "Don't go, darling-"
"I didn't come," Floyd said.
"Save it for her," Julia whispered and giggled at me. "You've got to have it, Ora."
"Gosh, I don't know-" I was scared of it, of course.
Julia said, "It doesn't hurt, you know. Everybody does it."
I couldn't imagine mother doing it. "Floyd'll take it easy."
He looked at me suddenly. "Are you a virgin?" I nodded.
"Golly, lucky you," Julia giggled. Floyd mumbled, then he looked at her. "I'm gonna take it out."
She sighed. "Ohhhh-"
I watched fascinated as he withdrew the big, long wet spike. I gasped. Him, put that in me!
"It won't hurt," Julia assured me, knowing what I felt. "Feel it." She put my hand on it. It was wet but velvety, and so swollen-strong. Then I found I loved to handle it.
"Jesus, you'll make me shoot," Floyd said.
Julia giggled, "Don't massage it, dearie."
I let go.
Floyd turned and I felt his hands on my hips. They moved down, as I bit my lip and looked at Julia. She just grinned. One of his hands ran down my thigh quickly and came back up slowly, inside my skirt. It felt warm on my bare skin. It went up, up, and I shuddered and sucked in my breath. But I didn't move back and I didn't stop him.
He smiled at me-and his hand rubbed lightly over my mound. I couldn't help the moan. I was trembling.
"Easy," Julia said, an arm about my shoulders. She whispered in my ear. "Open your legs a little-"
I parted them, feeling his hand close down warmly. He held it there on the quivering mound while I got my breath back.
Then a finger slipped under my panties and flicked along the pulsating slit. I gritted my teeth and Julia giggled. "Hey, you're a big girl, huh?"
The finger slid along it again and again. Oh, Jesus! I leaned against him, my face flaming. The finger spread the lips of the pussy and ducked inside. I was trembling uncontrollably, like teeth chattering, I just couldn't stop. Julia held me tightly, glancing at him, and Floyd worked the finger in and out. It was going in me to the hilt, that little finger felt a foot long.
"Go on," Julia whispered to him.
He sat me on the bench suddenly and I blinked at him, feeling him part my thighs. Then he was between them and I looked down to see the big pink spear pointing straight at my nest. I couldn't help shuddering.
"S'all right," Julia said, petting me.
"I won't hurt you," Floyd promised. "You tell me and I'll pull it right out. OK?"
I nodded. I watched with almost hypnotized eyes as he rubbed the flaming place with his finger, and I could hear the wet sound of it. He took the huge prong in his hand and rubbed the big head of it up and down in the throbbing pussy. I sighed and laid back in Julia's arms. God! I wanted that thing in me, and I was scared stiff! Too scared to look-or not to look!
I felt the head of it inside, took a deep breath, and Julia kissed my cheek. "You'll love it-"
Floyd pushed. I looked at him and he stopped. It felt absolutely huge! It was filling me! Filling me completely! I spread my legs wider. Oh, I wanted it now. I wanted it. Don't stop.
"Don't stop," I said.
He grinned at me and Julia kissed my cheek again, giggling. "I told you, I told you-"
He pushed easily and the thing moved into me so tight, so big. It was stretching me. I could feel the pain of it-good pain. I writhed and rolled my head, she was right, it hurt beautiful.
"Willya take it easy?" Julia hissed at him.
He asked, "Does it hurt, Ora?"
I shook my head and reached out for him, pulling him closer. I felt it come into me more, more, more. He was pressing up against me. The cock was all the way in! I closed my eyes, feeling the thing filling my entire insides.
Julia was giggling slightly. Floyd began to move it but I held him. "Wait a sec-"
"Let 'er get used to it," Julia said. "You got an awful big cock, honey."
I could feel it throbbing inside me. Like a great live snake, poking its monster head in that intimate place. I was no longer a virgin ... I was being fucked. He was moving it slightly-subtly, just enough to tease my hard clitoris. What a beautiful feeling!
"Do it easy," I whispered.
He moved it in and out, slippery as butter. Oh, that felt good. Stretching me, but good. Tight, but delicious.
"How you like it?" Julia asked.
I looked at her. Then I grinned, "It's better than the library."
They both whooped. Then Floyd pumped it in and out harder for a minute. He nearly took the top of my head off. I grabbed him and hung on, breathless at the sheer luxury of it. Something was happening to me-a huge excitement welling up.
"More," I managed to gasp, and Floyd bucked up the rhythm, stroking it and pumping it in. I looked at Julia and she grinned at me, holding me tightly. The wild sensation began to seize me, making me shudder, making me wild. It flooded me suddenly and I groaned with the pain-pleasure, jerking spasmodically. If Julia hadn't held me up I'd have threshed about and fallen. Because Floyd came too, at the same time. And he was bucking and snorting and ramming me.
It hurt terribly when he battered me, but it hurt so good-he did have a big one. The jism eased it, lubricated it, and even though he was humping frantically he tried not to jab me too hard.
I became very fond of Floyd in that instant. Even in his orgasm he thought about me. When he kissed me I kissed back so hotly that he got all excited again and began fucking me all over as though he'd never booted the load at all. Julia said: "Hey, take it easy!"
I just gurgled and clung to him. Oh, man! It was beautiful!
Sure, it hurt, but I was in paradise. The little hurt was 'way back in the distance. What was up front was gorgeous, crazy sensation that prick caused! It made me wild! I couldn't hold out very long. It just whipped up a storm and burst all over me like a zillion tongues and screaming voices.
Bright lights showered down and I began to float-and Floyd's cock was a great, huge candy cane up in me and my cunt was sucking the sugar-Oh I was gone!
That hooked me too. On cock.
When me and Julia went home I was still floating with the wonderful breakthrough I'd made. I think she was a little cautious about having me go on seeing Floyd with her. She hadn't got all the screwing she had wanted that night.
"We do it for the whole hour usually," she told me. "Ain't he got a whang, though?"
I was still a little shocked hearing her talk like that-but I was getting over it fast. We stood on the grass, between our houses and talked for a while, and she told me, with some giggles-we were only fourteen you know-that she had had several boys.
"Floyd is the third guy-"
I thought she was bragging, but she was a Hyatt.
"I let 'em feel me," she said, "don't you?"
I had been felt-up only once. Quite a few boys had tried to get their hands up my skirts, but I had always beaten them off. Now I knew I had been missing something. Julia hadn't had my parents to contend with. 'Don't do this-don't do that-'
"Aren't you afraid of kids?" I asked her.
"Naw, I use these-" And she fished in her pocket and showed me a little box of suppositories. She hadn't given me one, but she told me to go in and douche good.
"Get all the male things out."
I wasn't sure what a 'male thing' was, but I found out the next day at the school library. I took a whole .study period and looked up everything I could about sex. It was very interesting. Very.
That same day Floyd winked and beckoned to me on the school ground and we got together for a few minutes in the shade of a brick wall where no one could overhear us.
"How you feel today?"
My face was red, I guess. "OK," I said. Gosh, he looked good to me. He wasn't real handsome, but he had a nice face, strong. He was dark and seemed a little shy in manner. I knew he wasn't really.
"It doesn't hurt?"
I knew what 'it' meant. I shook my head and batted my eyes at him, hoping he'd ask me out.
He came a little closer, and I could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes. My knees got weak. I actually wanted to put them around him. He smiled: "You're OK, Ora-I'm sure glad Julia brought you over."
"I'm glad too."
He smiled and rubbed my forearm cozily. "Let's do it again-huh?"
I nodded quickly. Gosh, I'd do it right now!
"Meet me after last class, OK?"
I nodded again, eyes bright.
Then I could hardly wait till last class. My mind was on nothing but cock all afternoon. I looked at the teachers, the boards, the books, and all I could see was Floyd's big long prick. It was a terrible waste of time to go to classes. I was so horny I could hardly sit still. My mouth was dry and I was so touchy-it seemed my skin was hot. When my nipples rubbed my bra they hurt.
Floyd was waiting for me when I got out. All I could see was him. He motioned with his head and I followed him off the grounds and met him a half block away around the corner.
"It's better if no one notices us together," he said and hustled me off. I didn't know where we were going, but we went, walking fast. Three blocks, and into an apartment building. Up to the second floor and into a strange apartment. Floyd knocked and a man let us in. He was a man of about twenty-five, smiling and looking me over with quick eyes.
"This is Sweeney," Floyd said, "a friend of mine."
Sweeney said "Hi," and I said "Hi," and Floyd took me immediately into the bedroom and closed the door.
I was nervous and apprehensive of the whole thing, and Floyd saw it.
"Sweeney's a good guy," he said, soothing me and kissing me lightly. "He lets me and Julia come up here. It's OK, don't worry."
He sat me on the edge of the bed and embraced me and I began to relax. I wanted him so badly! When he kissed me I began to pulsate and my heart shifted into high gear.
He was in high gear already and just pushed me back onto the bed. I stopped thinking altogether. My legs parted before he slid atop me. I sucked in my breath and held it and felt the weenie oozing into the bun. I bucked upward in my haste to get it all in a hurry. Floyd chuckled in my ear.
"Wanna fuck?"
That made me laugh out loud, and while I was giggling he snaked it in all the way and began humping nice and easy. I didn't feel a single twinge, it was all pure ecstasy.
Floyd cuddled his head into my neck and kissed me, and we held each other and went into a sinuous, beautiful frolic. I thought I would come all over the place as soon as he touched me, but I settled down to a sort of lovely floating, gossamer surging, dreamy as hell. Floyd knew how to stimulate and excite a girl-and keep her in a crazy state of passion till she couldn't stand it any longer. He was good. Young, but good. Even as I look back on that experience, I know he was damn good. I was lucky to have found him and have him screw me into a woman.
He teased me with it, keeping me on the edge of complete madness for I don't know how long. The bed was squeaking and we were panting and humping and I was absolutely oblivious to everything but him.
Sweeney could have come in and stood by the bed for all of me. I wouldn't have noticed.
When he judged I was ready to blow my stack with the frantic desire, he began to pump it in and rub my flaming clit-and I reared back and let go! The world screamed and crashed and Floyd attacked the center of riot and I was out of my mind for long minutes with the exquisite delirium of my wildest orgasm. The whole house could have fallen in on us and I wouldn't have known or cared.
This was it! I loved Julia then, for showing me about boys. I would never be the same again.
Floyd had unloaded too, and we took another long time to cool it. I had to show at home, of course, so in about an hour we did it once more, a rather quick ramming and hot little orgasm, and when he rolled off me I was feeling wonderful-like a cat with too much milk.
"Don't tell Julia," he said to me as we were getting combed and smoothed.
I nodded. Julia might think I was trying to take him away from her.
When he put it away he smoothed the bed and came over to kiss me and rub my breasts a little. "You're better than Julia, you know that?"
"You're just saying-"
"No, it's true. Julia is a crazy lay, but you're fantastic. I gotta see you a lot from now on."
I snickered at him. "Can you take care of us both?"
"It's worth a fling to find out. The answer to that question might be worth dough." He patted my fanny and we went out.
Sweeney was in the kitchen washing dishes, and he came in and smiled at us. "Through already?"
He knew what we'd been doing, and I blushed. He saw it and smiled at me, a very knowing smile. Floyd didn't make any excuses or anything, he just thanked Sweeney for the use of the hall and we slid out. Sweeney blew me a kiss.
Mother wanted to know what I'd been doing. Jesus! I told her something-God! I was fourteen!
Floyd hadn't used a rubber or anything on me, and I had been too excited to think about it. But I thought of it later and worried a little. I was between periods. The next day I went to a drugstore I never frequented and bought some suppositories like Julia's, then I had to ditch them. Mother might look through my purse. I wouldn't put it past her.
I met Sweeney on the street a couple of days later. We stopped-I was kind of edgy about it but he was so pleasant that he put me at ease. He was a lot older but not shitty, you know. He treated me like I knew the right time. And he asked me over to his apartment.
I said sure, later. And I thought about it when I was alone. He knew that Floyd had booted me, and he wanted to do it-didn't he? What else?
Julia and I were real chummy now. I went to the library-for real-and she was there; we walked home together. All she wanted to talk about was boys. She liked boys, and made no bones about it. I was learning a lot from Julia. Why not admit what you liked?
We stood in the dark and talked a long time. I saw mother come out on the steps and look up and down the street. So I stayed out longer.
Julia told me then about a guy named Sweeney, whose apartment she and Floyd used sometimes. I didn't let on anything. She asked if I wanted to go with her and Floyd to Sweeney's the next day-Saturday. I only hesitated a second. I said 'sure'.
I asked her about Sweeney: "Who's he?"
"He's a photographer," she said. "And he's real cute."
The way she said it made me wonder. "Has he made it with you?"
"No, but he'd like to, I can tell. Maybe I'll let him." She snickered. "I think it'd be fun."
"Would you tell Floyd?"
She shrugged. "What Floyd don't know won't hurt him, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'll meet you by school about two, OK?"
I said OK, and went home thinking about Sweeney. He was a lot older than Floyd; did that mean he might be a lot better in bed? I made myself all horny thinking about it, and in bed that night I couldn't help fiddling with myself. I didn't masturbate as a rule, or hadn't. Mother had told me it was dirty and nasty. So that made it interesting. Most of the things she didn't like were fun and even fascinating. Like boys. So I masturbated, and drove myself wild!
But it was nothing compared to getting screwed.
I took along my suppositories when I met Julia the next day. And I let her lead me to Sweeney's apartment. Floyd was already there. He and Sweeney were drinking beer. Julia and Floyd went into a fast hug, and then slipped into the bedroom and left me looking at Sweeney. He offered me some beer and I sipped it, wondering what to say.
He asked me some questions and I gave him dumb answers, you know, real square. I was all nervous and ill at ease. Uptight.
So then he went into a closet and clicked some switches and stuff and turned on some music. He had a groovy recorder and a flock of tape. That sure made it better. Because I could hear the bedsprings-and so could Sweeney.
"Their favorite indoor sport," he said, smiling.
I had been wondering if Floyd expected to bang her then come out for me. I don't know what I'd have done if he had. Not that I didn't want to go but I'd feel funny.
But Sweeney didn't push, he just talked sort of nice and easy and pretty soon I was unwound and laughing with him and we were OK. I had almost forgotten Julia and Floyd. We had a couple of beers, and then he just came into my arms-or me into his-and we were dancing to the music. We were dancing real close, golly, real, real close in no time at all. And I sure liked it. He felt great!
And when he kissed me, soft as a petal, I just came unstuck and let myself go. In a second we were kissing like a couple of mad things, twining tongues and rubbing bodies-and I felt his erection. Oh man! It stirred me! He worked it right under my belly, up and down and around and I almost had an orgasm right there. His hand slipped down my back and rubbed me over the butt, pressing, and I could have lost my mind!
I was just a hot young kid. All I could think of was fucking. I wanted to get that thing in me.
Sweeney knew it too.
He really fired me up, like a stoker shoveling in the coal. He took me in the kitchen and we leaned against the sink and kissed, and kissed, and kissed-and his hands were all over me.
I was in eleventh heaven. I turned around in his arms, hoping he'd hold my tits and he did. Oh, yes, he did. He unfastened my blouse and ran his hands inside and under my bra. My tits weren't huge, but they were big enough, a handful each and growing. And I rubbed my round fanny over his pushed-out cock.
We were playing with sex, having a hell of a lot of fun. I didn't stop him at anything. He knew right away that he could do anything he wanted, and that made it even more fun for both of us, I think. When he ran his hand up my leg, as Floyd had done, I opened them for him, crazy for his fingers.
"You're a darling," he kept saying, over and over, "You're a darling-"
He frigged me and I came. Jesus! I came! And it didn't take long, because I was on fire. He held me with one arm and jazzed me with the other and I went crazy with the sensation-and in the middle of it, I grabbed at his cock. I wanted that thing more than I ever wanted anything-in me, up me, prodding, goading, delighting me.
He was a devil! "Whadda you want?" he whispered in my ear. "Say it, whadda you want?"
I was gone. I just hissed at him: "I wanna be fucked! I wanna be fucked!"
He swung me up on the sink facing him, spread me and unzipped in a flash. I got a glimpse of it, a big, swollen prong! And then it entered me, pushing in and thrusting because Sweeney was all jazzed up now. He was horny and crazy for it. He lost his head a little, thrusting it into me hard and embracing me so passionately that I could have screamed. But I was slimy wet. The spike didn't tear me apart, but slid in red hot and shooting sparks.
I just gasped and grabbed his shoulders while he ran his hands around my ass and pulled me onto it, hammering me almost unmercifully. He was so excited I thought it would be all over in a minute.
Then somehow Sweeney relaxed, breathing like he had been climbing a tall mountain, and stopped pronging me so hard. We both giggled at each other.
"Jesus, I got a little crazy," he said. "You're a sexy doll, you know that?"
I put my head on his shoulder and pouted my lips at him. Oh, I was crazy for him! I loved him! I wanted him. I think I would have fucked him in front of my mother.
When he kissed me I almost came-I wanted to. I tried to. He felt beautiful. As big as Floyd and just mad! Beautiful mad!
"I had it hard for you the first time I saw you," he said. "You sure looked good to me. I was jealous as hell of Floyd."
I licked his lips, kissing him. "You're not just kidding me-"
"Listen, I'm serious."
I nuzzled him, my blouse was open and my bare titties rubbed his chest, I rubbed them on him, kissing him. The wonderful prick was thrilling me beyond words. "I liked you too-"
"I wanta take you to bed-all night-"
I sighed. It sounded like paradise. "All night?"
"Darling I could fuck you forever!"
It made me giggle, and I tried to squeeze his prick with my muscles. "That, I want-forever!"
"I promise. I'll fuck you all night."
Paradise. What could be sweeter? But I sighed. How could I do that? How could I get away?
"Can you come here?"
"I dunno-"
"Parent trouble?"
I nodded.
"Maybe you could arrange a deal with a girlfriend-pretend to stay with her."
I thought about it. What girl? I had never done that before, mother would be suspicious as hell. I ran over some of the girls I knew in my mind. That was the best way out, if I could fool mother-it might not be easy. There would be hell to pay if she ever found out! God! What fights!
But he was screwing me now, and I couldn't keep my mind on anything else for very long. How beautiful!
"I'm crazy about you," he whispered, stroking the lovely thing into me. "I've got to see you-all the time."
"I want to-really I want to-"
"You're not tied up with Floyd?"
I shook my head.
We kissed again, and the welling up began suddenly; my whole being was expanding, I began to stiffen and jerk-and with a rush I came. I just couldn't hold it in any longer. It was on me, making me helpless, making me shudder in a paroxysm. It was so delicious!
I knew, with part of my being, that someone had come into the kitchen while I was in spasms, but couldn't have helped or done anything about it. I was completely helpless in his arms. I was moaning and panting, convulsed by the all-enveloping bliss. I was above the earth, soaring, mystical! I was kissing him and caressing him, clawing at him to get him closer, deeper inside me-oh, how I loved it!
And as I came back to earth I saw that Julia and Floyd were in the doorway and that Sweeney was motioning them away. But I was slightly shocked to see that they were both nude.
I was still so young.
"Darling, darling," he said, kissing my cheek, my neck-"I'm crazy about you-"
I believed him, why shouldn't I? I held him with arms and legs, revelling in our closeness, our oneness. He eased it in and out so smoothly and effortlessly, still hard and eager, entrancing me. Could anything be more delightful?
Then I began to be a little bothered that Julia and Floyd had seen me making it with Sweeney.
Floyd called to us, wanting beer, and finally Sweeney pulled the swollen thing from me and lifted me down-I was a little weak in the knees.
"We'll go in the bedroom as soon as we can," he whispered. I knew he hadn't yet come, and I certainly wanted an encore. But I went into the living room and sat on the couch, trying to be sophisticated.
Julia was there, grinning at me, smoking a cigarette-and stark naked.
She had a delicious figure. Nice titties, as large as mine, but more pointed, and beautiful legs. She made no attempt to cover anything but sat with her legs tucked under her and batted her black lashes at me.
"Was it good?"
I bit my lip and nodded. What could I do? I still felt guilty about such things, as mother had dutifully taught me. Shame instead of joy. Floyd came out of the bedroom and came over to me and I couldn't help staring. His big penis was half hard, arching out from his smooth body. The sight of it made my breath tight.
"You want a cigarette, Ora?"
I took one. I had smoked once or twice before. I held it in shaking fingers while Floyd lit it for me, standing in front of me. All I could see was that huge prick only inches away. He knew it.
So did Julia; she laughed. "It won't bite."
"Yes it will," Floyd said, waggling the thing at me. He made me giggle. Sweeney came out and sat beside me with a beer.
"Whyncha take your clothes off?" Julia asked, "and join the party."
Sweeney looked at me. "Not now, don't rush her. She's doing fine." He still wore his clothes and there was a bulge where his pecker wanted out. I wanted to feel it ... it was so close. We pressed up close together and he held me, one arm about my shoulder.
Julia sat at the other end of the couch and Floyd sat on the arm beside her, sipping the beer. I was startled to see her bend down and kiss his pecker. It jumped.
The cigarette nearly fell from my nerveless fingers. I fumbled it into the tray on the coffee table. I gulped his beer and Sweeney kissed me. He was hot and horny, I could feel his heart beating fast. I knew he wanted me badly. It made me feel wonderful. I wanted him to take me into the bedroom-and lay me on my back.
Lay me! Jesus, lay me!
I snuggled into his arms, letting my hand stray onto his thigh. Instantly he pulled it so it rested on the rampant cock. I felt it throbbing. How could I keep from squeezing it?
He put down the beer and kissed me. That was heavenly. We twisted and embraced in sweet rapture, heedless of them. I had the cock in my hand, cloth and all. His hand roamed my fanny, up under my skirt. Oh, take me into the bedroom!
When we came up for air, I was again startled. Julia was sitting on Floyd's lap and they were kissing lasciviously-and fucking. Oh, how they writhed! Right beside us. Julia was a wanton all right.
I almost ripped his pants open to get at the prong. And when I got it out naked, he picked me off the couch in a rush and half-carried me into the bedroom and flung me on the bed and was atop me in an instant. He skewered me as I bucked and wriggled. Such a lecherous hurry! We were both half crazy for it.
We fucked like wild animals, in sensuous convulsions.
In the living room the couch was squeaking in rhythm to our bed. A tempo of sex. Wild! I felt the flood of his jutting semen and the lustful drive of his loins, and the spasmodic jabbing as the plunging prick lost its even pace and became a wresting, heaving snake. I tightened my legs about him, holding him-and then I too succumbed to the fever.
The sensation was so intense that I must have temporarily blacked out. I was as one in a coma, floating again, seeing a myriad colors, shooting stars and hearing wild music. What a beautiful dream. Peaceful and warm. I felt his kisses, on my lips, on my bare breasts. I seemed to sleep, smiling and happy. And I felt the wonderful source of my pleasure, soothing me in that satiny recess.
I opened my eyes-it must have been a long time-and saw Floyd. Floyd was on me; Floyd was screwing me! For a long moment I could not adjust to the idea. How could it be Floyd?
He chuckled on seeing my confusion. "It's all right, honey-we just changed, that's all."
I blinked at him. "Changed?"
He fucked me very warmly. "Yeah, Sweeney's on Julia. I'm on you. Change."
I could only stare at him. This was my first experience in changing partners. It took me a while to realize that Sweeney was humping Julia, after all we'd done and said. I was so young. And so well boffed.
CHAPTER FOUR
I had to rest after it got dark, before I could go home. I was weak from orgasms, and I knew my breath was loaded with beer and smoking. Sweeney gave me something to drink, and he walked most of the way home with me. I was a little shaky, and a little put out about the changing partners. Even though I had enjoyed it.
"But it doesn't mean anything," Sweeney said. "I could be in love with you and still get into the sack with Julia-what's that mean?"
I wasn't used to the idea.
"Love and screwing are two different things," he said. "Screwing is just for kicks." It sure was.
"Besides, I'd rather make it with you than with Julia-"
That's what Floyd had said-hadn't he? Maybe all guys said that. I stood with him a bit in a dark place, across the street from my house and kissed him and let him feel me. He wanted to know which room was mine and I pointed it out; we had a one-story house, and I slept on one side and my parents on the other.
"What if I come over here some night and tap on your window?"
"Would you?"
"Why not? Would you let me in?"
The idea made me snicker-to think of my mother's reaction if she ever found out. I liked the idea. My room was on a side shaded by trees and shrubbery; if he came to the window late enough no one could see him.
"Uh huh," I said.
"I could stay for hours," he whispered, holding me tight, "and no one would ever know ... unless your bed squeaked."
I giggled at that. "We could lay on the floor."
He corrected me: "I'll lay you on the floor."
I rubbed myself over his erection. He made me hot.
When I went in, mother gave me hell. I told her I saw a movie and stayed too long, but she nagged me about it all evening and even the next day. Jesus!
It was three days before I saw Sweeney again, and then he came to the window as he had suggested, before I had gone to bed. When I heard him tap on the glass I switched out the light and pulled up the window and kissed him.
"You can't come in now, it's too early."
"Then you come out."
"I can't. Mom would kill me-you don't know her."
"She doesn't have to know you're meeting me."
He felt inside for me and I hung half out of the window, kissing him and feeling his hands on me. Wonderful.
"Does she check you every night?"
"You mean does she come in here? Not always."
"Lemme in then."
I shook my head. "Wait a little bit. When they go to bed, then you can come in."
He sighed at me. But he didn't argue any longer. He knew I wanted him. He could feel my eagerness. I was wearing only a nightie and a thin robe and he had it open to the navel quickly. I leaned out so he could suck my nipples ... he was standing on a box. It made me so hot!
Mother and dad went to bed, and she didn't come to look in. I had bitched about that in the past, so I guess she didn't want me to yell at her. Anyway she didn't.
I knew the sounds, of course, and as soon as they were in bed, I whispered to Sweeney. He had his shoes off-he left them outside, and he slipped in the window and I helped him by wadding up a blanket.
He laid me on the blanket almost instantly and swept up the nightie. His pants were all open and he thrust the weenie into my cleft very fast and smoothly. He was in a terrible rush! He was very excited, booting me in a passion. I could feel it welling into me to touch the back of my throat-or it seemed to. It was like a tree trunk inside me-beautiful!
He whispered to me, telling me that when we fucked on a hard surface I got more cock into me and I believed it. And loved it.
But we did make noise. We couldn't seem to help it. When he began to thrust into me very hard and excitedly our feet or knees or legs pounded on the floor-or thumped-and I knew mother would feel the vibrations. She was sensitive to that kind of thing.
I kept telling him 'not so fast', but he was so very excited: "Darling, you're so delicious, you've got me horny as hell!"
I didn't want him to stop either. I just hoped she wouldn't hear. Sweeney would go slow for a time, then the desire would flame up and he'd begin to hump me-and I'd have to beg him to slow down.
I heard mother's voice then. She was out of bed. Oh, Jesus! I made Sweeney get off me-pulling it out was a terrible strain-and made him get into the closet. I swept up the blanket and got into bed, heart pounding.
Mother went past my door, looking through the house. When she came back she stopped outside the door: "Are you all right, dear?"
I said I was.
"Did you hear something-"
"No, mom."
She grunted and went back to bed. If she had come into the room she might have smelled what we'd been doing.
Sweeney came out of the closet, and he hadn't lost any of that wonderful hard. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. My heart was still pounding. I put my finger on my lips and he pulled the covers off me: I was naked in a second. I thought he would climb m me, but instead he pulled me to him and held my head close to the throbbing pecker.
"Do it this way," he whispered, "and I'll do it to you."
I looked at the big cock and only hesitated a second. I had never sucked off a boy before, or even touched a dong with my lips. I knew about it, and I had seen Julia kiss Floyd's. But Sweeney wanted it that way, and I didn't think, I just did it. I put my lips over it and laved it with my tongue.
He said, "Ohhh, yeah-"
The cock was warm and pungent, and rubbery. It throbbed and bucked a little, jerking with tension. I licked it and sucked on the head of it-he told me to squeeze it with my lips and bob my head over it. I knew at once that he wanted me to masturbate him with my lips. So I did. I wanted to please him so. And I liked doing it, to my surprise.
He moaned a little. "I love it-"
I did it harder and faster, feeling his hands roving me. I scooted around so he could reach me and he diddled me hotly. That fired me all at once and I bit him. He almost yelped.
"Shhhhh-"
"Then don't bite, you bitch," he hissed.
I got very interested in doing it that way-wanting to please him very much. My mouth was tired quickly, but I licked the wand and used my fingers on it and he began to writhe under the treatment. He had two fingers up me at the same time and I was squirming too.
Then he surprised me by rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him. I squealed, hushing myself up, and found the rampant cock in my face. I was straddling his mouth and his tongue was driving me crazy! Instantly I bobbed my head over the prong and we both flung ourselves into an orgy of abandoned gobbling.
He drove me almost out of my mind with his hot mouth. I had never experienced that fantastic froth before. It was different and yet just as exciting as fucking. His prong was harder than I had known it could get and quivering-and then about the time that I let go, I suddenly had a mouthful of hot sperm! It astonished me for the flicker of an eyelid, until I realized what was happening. I gulped it down, the dong was spurting continually into my mouth, a gusher, and I almost choked to keep up with it. I was stiffening in my own orgasm, gasping for air and trying not to moan aloud.
We went berserk, both of us at the same time. How mother never heard us I'll never know. The bed must have muffled the sound. I was crazy with desire. The sucking had inflamed me to a greater degree than screwing had. It was my first time, doing it together too, and perhaps it made me wilder.
I kept at it, mouthing him for an hour or more, even after the poor dear had withered and was small.
He had to take it from me. He was pale, or so it seemed to me in the gloom. He was also so tired he could hardly climb out the window. Poor darling.
I felt like the cat who had eaten the canary. I was warm and sated, twitching with the voluptuous orgy. It was a whole new bag; delicious and stupefying.
And somehow mother and I got on badly from that day-even worse than before. Maybe I had changed in a way that I could not tell myself, more independent or something. But I defied her and we screamed at each other over the smallest things. It got to be a trial, just being in the same house with her. I'm sure it was the same with her-she would moan and wring her hands and call on God to witness what an ungrateful daughter she had. It was hell. And dad just frowned and grumbled and never took my part about anything.
I met Julia openly, just to annoy mother more. I went to Julia's house, and met Joel, her brother. Joel looked like Julia, only a male look-all the Hyatts had the same general appearance. He was dark and hot-eyed, bigger of course and wide shouldered. Julia and I played records and talked and Joel came in now and then and made wisecracks with us. I liked him, sort of.
I had seen Joel, naturally, but I had never really talked with him for any length of time, or anything. I just barely knew he was alive, and I guess that it was the same for him. But all of a sudden he and I were talking and he held my hand when Julia was out of the room, and tried to kiss me. He wanted to dance to some of the records and when I assented he wanted to dance real close. Julia sat and kidded me and him, but that didn't bother him a bit. And when we danced close I could feel his dingus. I was getting good at that. Maybe I rubbed myself on him a little so I would.
Julia didn't ask me to go with her to see Floyd at the store. I still kept up my pretense of going to the library, it was too good an excuse to drop in case I needed one. I made that much of a gesture to mother. I actually went to the library once in a while, but most of the time I met Sweeney.
I went to his apartment and we got naked on the bed. I was terribly in love with him-or thought I was. We made beautiful, mad love and glutted ourselves on sex.
About the sixth or seventh time I went to see him, he asked me to pose for him in the nude.
I had forgotten he was a photographer, and the question shook me a little.
"Julia has," he said, kissing my breasts.
That shook me too. Although I knew by now that Julia might do anything.
"You'll get paid," he said. "I have a mail-order business-"
I lay on the bed, feeling his hot kisses, realizing I didn't know a damn thing about him. He was a beautiful lover and that was it. I put him off about the posing.
He showed me some of the kind of pictures he needed. They were luscious nudes, showing lots of pussy and tits. Some of the poses were extremely suggestive. I tried to imagine myself posing like that. Golly, if mother saw them what fights we'd have!
The sure knowledge that it would fracture her caused me to think about it. Not only that, but I'd be making money of my own. I had dreams of going, cutting out. Someday. Every time we had a fight I thought about it more. And one of the biggest things that kept me from leaving was the fact that I had no money. They gave me an allowance but I always spent it up quickly.
Sweeney kept after me to pose. "You'd be perfect!"
Even sometimes when he had it deep inside me, moving it tempestuously, goading me and fogging my brain, he would ask. "Please, Ora, pose for me-"
One afternoon I said OK.
He got out his lights and camera and I was astonished that he could do it right there in the apartment. He said all he needed was a backdrop and a girl.
"Anyhow, I want to get some shots in case you change your mind."
Even though I'd agreed, I was still nervous about it. He was very quick, setting up lights and arranging a cloth backdrop. He told me to lay on a mat that he put down and I heard the shutter clicking long before I was ready.
He told me to keep moving, slowly, and take any pose I wanted-and the shutter clicked like crazy. It wasn't anything like what I had thought it would be.
He changed cameras and film and we shot pictures for an hour-then went back to screwing. "You're peat," he said, "you'll be the best ever-"
And when I saw the proofs I was shocked. That was me all right, but God! my pussy was out there for anyone to see, all of it! Ass shots and tit shots! I almost cried. But Sweeney was a darling. He kissed me and consoled me, saying all the girls felt that way the first time. Then he gave me money.
He also assured me that no one in town would ever see them, that they went to an eastern company, and so on. I believed all that, and it reassured me. So we made more shots. He changed my hair-do and made more, and put partial costumes on me and different backings, and all sorts of changes, but he still shot for the pussy.
"That's what they want to see, baby, pussy."
I got used to the sound of the clicking.
And he gave me a lot more money over a period of weeks. I stashed it away.
And then one afternoon I was in his apartment, and naked as usual, when Julia came in.
Sweeney hadn't told me he was expecting her.
"I thought maybe we'd do some two-girl shots," he said, "you don't mind, do you, Ora?" He handed me a drink.
I had to say no.
Julia had posed for him before. She only took a minute to strip down. I could see Sweeney's eyes on her goodies. Not a really professional look. I knew he was horny, but of course he always was.
That session was really different too. Posing with another girl was new to me, especially what Sweeney wanted, double pussies. We went into simulated hugs and kisses and after a bit I wasn't so sure that they were all simulated.
Sweeney was keeping our glasses full. Julia was sipping more than me, and becoming very cuddly and a lot more loaded. She began to giggle quite a lot, and then in one pose, she had me down with her face in my tummy, both of our fannies turned toward Sweeney, he was clicking, and she licked my tits.
"Jesus, do that again," Sweeney said.
Julia snickered and put her mouth over one of my nipples, and pulled on it. I could feel it. Jeez, I could feel her hot lips and her tongue nicking at it. Sweeney took pictures from every angle. Julia had her hands on me then, feeling my titties, licking them, one and the other-I was gasping and my heart was pounding.
God! I hadn't thought of Julia that way. It felt like she was doing it because she wanted to. It made me cloudy in the head.
Then Julia squirmed between my thighs and I yelped as her hot mouth closed over my nest.
I squealed and flopped as Sweeney clicked madly. He was grinning like a satyr. "Jesus, keep it up, keep it up-"
Julia began to really lick me! I squirmed under it-face flushed because we were making it in front of him. Sure, I could have pushed her away, and I didn't. I liked it. And I was just lathered enough to want it. Sweeney had already fucked me-he always did as soon as I arrived-and I was still on the juicy edges of dreamland. Julia's hands and her lips merely pushed me over.
In only a couple minutes of her muff diving I came all over the place. I reared back and tossed a wonderful big, crazy one right into her teeth, and she loved it. I was astonished at how she dug in and went for it. Julia-a pussy-eater!
I writhed and squirmed, jerking like a toy on a string. Man! It was heaven! Whata mouth!
And as I came out of it I began to realize that Sweeney had a picture history of the whole orgasm. The sonofabitch. He was circling around us, snapping busily. Julia didn't care at all.
When she looked up at me, with her face grinning, and shining with the wet, she was triumphant. She had tried to make me shoot one.
"You're beautiful, baby," Sweeney said. He sat down beside us, patting her and me, and Julia curled into his arms. I sat there and watched them steam up. She massaged his dong and he fondled her, winking at me. Julia was well along the road to being potted. But she knew where the cocks were kept. She managed to unzip him and the dragon sprang out, head high. I almost licked my lips to see it.
But I hadn't a chance this time. Julia was hot and boiling over and she had Sweeney all a-twitter too. "Don' keep me waitin'," she said.
Sweeney looked at me, and flipped her over onto her back. He went atop her in a second. In another second he had it buried and was hammering it deeper.
"Whyn't you get yoreself another drink, baby?" he said to me over his shoulder. Julia giggled and wrapped her shapely legs about him.
They fucked like a couple of hopped-up monkeys.
I sat and watched; maybe I couldn't blame Sweeney too much, Julia was a hell of a handful for anybody, and she was flaming.
Then I went into the other room and stared out the window, listening to them pant and grunt. Jesus, I wanted to be where Julia was. I think she knew it.
Sweeney came in and got me "later, his cock shriveled. "I just couldn't help it, baby-" I felt the thing, sighing.
"It'll be hard pretty soon, baby, come on in the bedroom and I'll ease your mind, huh?"
I went, and lay on my back while he snuggled up to my pussy and kissed it and soothed me-oh the joys of being sucked off!
In the middle of it, Julia came to the door, giggling. She staggered to the bed, "I wan' mine, save some f'me-" And passed out on the bed beside us.
Cold. In a minute she was snoring, face down, dead to the world. Later on we had a hellova time dressing her. We waited till after dark, then Sweeney and I tried to revive her, succeeding only in getting her up and woozy on her feet. She could walk if we supported her. We got out to his car, and we drove her to within a block of home, and I went for Joel.
Luckily he was home and I was able to talk to him alone. "Julia's drunk, you've got to get her into bed-"
He laughed, smelling my breath. "How 'bout you?"
"How about what?"
"I'd like to get you into bed," he said.
"Come on, are you going to help or not?"
He went with me and collected Julia. I helped him to support her and Sweeney went home. Joel said there was no way to get her in the house without someone seeing her unless we put her in a window. I didn't think we could do it, but he said we could try. We got her outside the right window OK, and then he sneaked into the house and unlocked it and opened it.
We took off her shoes and coat and then began the struggle. She was a wet noodle, and you can't push a wet noodle anywhere. It was awful and she had bruises later. But somehow we got her into the room, without noise.
Joel came outside and thanked me for the help. I was pooped out with all the struggle, and with not being entirely sober. He offered to help me home, so I leaned on him and he half-carried me across the street.
We got as far as my lawn when I slipped and fell on my ass. It was dark as sin anyway. Joel turned me over so I looked up at the stars. I felt him on top of me and began to protest.
"Shhhh," he said, "don't wake up your mother."
"Get off me-"
"I don't wanna. You feel good."
Half drunk or not, I could feel his prong pushing at me. He had my legs apart and I couldn't close them. He was gently rubbing the erection in exactly the right spot.
"Lemme do it," he said.
"Jesus! Not on the front lawn!"
"Nobody can see us."
I knew if anyone opened the front door we'd be in a spotlight. But the dong felt so good-soooo good.
"Lemme put it in-"
Jesus! Don't ask! I wasn't used to guys who asked first. Naturally I said 'no', but he didn't take no for an answer, just kept rubbing it.
I stopped protesting. Then he pushed my skirt aside and got a finger in the right place. I still didn't protest-and then he got the idea. God! What a dingdong! He finally put it in me. Easing it in, gentle as a cupcake. It took him five minutes to get it in all the way. I wanted him to ram it and thrust it! But of course he didn't know me. He probably thought I was just an innocent little thing.
But at last he fucked me-right on the lawn.
I know damn well he was surprised at my reaction when he gave me a good come.
Once a car came along the street. We stopped wriggling and lay perfectly still and the car passed. Man! What if they'd seen us? We were out in plain sight! That sort of spoiled the screw for me, and I was glad to get up and go around to the back of the house with him tagging after. He wanted more-but I was out of the mood then, and made him go home.
I watched him go, knowing that now I had another man after me. And in some ways, Joel was the best-the most gentle and loving. Men were all different.
The next week I missed my period.
That shook me to the socks. Sweeney and I had been booting wildly, without taking precautions. Now I was caught! When I mentioned it to him, I saw he was shook too. His eyes got big, and sort of funny.
"We'll fix it, baby-"
He knew a doc, a real good guy, he'd fix it, Sweeney said. He told me to go home and forget it. "You're gonna be fine, baby."
I went home, and later that day I told Julia. She was real wigged. "My God, Ora! What'll we do!"
I told her Sweeney knew a doc. But Julia was wiser then me. "Don't trust 'im, Sweeney."
"I got to."
She just looked at me.
And she was right. Sweeney moved out that night. He moved out of town as far as I know. I never saw him again.
Man! I wanted to run out and jump in the river.
But thank God I had Julia and Floyd to help. They never let me down at all. Julia and I spent hours trying to find a doctor who would help me. None would. Several of them were willing to undress in examination rooms and get their kicks from feeling me and several attempted to hump me, but I was disgusted with them.
Floyd had the idea that screwing would help: "It'll loosen up the thing, you know-the egg."
So we fucked and fucked ... with Julia hovering over us like an operation. "Get it in hard-" And like that.
But nothing helped. I was hooked. I knew that time was coming when it would begin to show, so I made plans, and Julia and Floyd helped. I had several hundred dollars saved from the picture taking. I made plans to run away. I was fifteen years old!"
There follows a good deal of narrative about the planning and the renting of an apartment in another part of town. Ora took another name and in due time went to a hospital and had her baby. She gave up the child immediately. Perhaps she was wise. At fifteen, unmarried, with no money and no home, she could not be considered an ideal mother.
About the time she got out of the hospital and was on her feet again, Julia came to her with disquieting news:
ORA GILLIBRAND:
"Julia showed me the pictures, and it took me a while to realize what she was saying:
"I bought 'em from a guy," she said, "they're all over town-"
What she was showing me was a set of pictures of me and her, Julia. We were both naked, making love in Sweeny's apartment. They were clear, good prints and no one could doubt the two people, me and Julia.
It really floored me. I stared at Julia's white face-she was shook too-and thought about what that sonofabitch Sweeney had told us: They'd never be seen in this town. I didn't know what to say.
"I got 'em from Ellet," she said, "you know him?"
"Yeah." Ellet was a guy from our school, a little sneaky dark kid-he looked like a weasel and probably was. If he was dealing in dirty pictures he was lost to God. It crossed my mind that I might see Ellet and get all the prints from him, but that was useless really. Who had the negatives? And Sweeney had told me you could make prints from prints-useless.
"Shit," Julia said, lighting a cigarette, "we're sunk now. These things must be everywhere but in church."
Floyd thought so too, when we saw him. He knew about the pictures, of course, but he had never seen this particular set till we showed him. I felt funny watching his face as he looked at them. You could tell they made him eager.
Joel had bought a set, Julia told me the next day. He had been pretty astonished to find his sister licking my pussy in the glossies. And Julia told me she had had some very bad times at school. A number of the guys had ganged up on her in a locker room and she thought they would really have raped her if she hadn't been saved by a janitor. And another couple waited for her after classes and wanted to ride her someplace.
And guys came to her house after dark wanting to see her; other guys called for dates-she was popular as hell.
"They think I'm fresh meat," she said. "Jesus, I think I'll move in here with you."
We discussed it. My parents, according to Julia and Floyd, were raising a stink about my running away. If Julia left, too, the fuzz would probably home in on us sooner or later. But she had to go, or everyone, but everyone, would know about us. Now it was only a select few.
We decided to move to another town altogether, both of us. And to our surprise, Floyd wanted to come. He wanted to marry Julia.
At about the time we were to go, Ellet found me. He wouldn't tell me how. But he showed up one day, shaved and clean, with a proposition. I was home in the apartment alone.
"Lissen," he said, when I let him in. "You need dough, I'll give you dough."
I was suspicious, "What for?"
"Pictures," he said.
Maybe I should have told nun to get lost. I didn't, I listened to what he said.
"You're in it now, Ora, baby. About as deep as a dame can get, what's a little more?"
"What kind of pictures are you talking about?"
He looked at me like I'm nuts. "Screwing!"
I just sat and blinked. Screwing pictures? Jesus.
"Loot," he said. "Look, Ora, what the hell, you're a hellova good-looking kid. I can get dough for good pictures. What the hell's it to you? You've done it already." He pulled a set of pictures from his coat pocket and nipped them out on the coffee table. They were pussy shots of me, and pussy-eating shots of me and Julia. I winced.
I lit a cigareete and blew smoke at the pictures. "Talk about the money."
He told me, and it listened good. Man, I needed dough. I didn't want to turn whore, and I had no way to make a dime. Except this.
"With one guy?" I asked him. Well," he shrugged, "maybe two." He told me all about it. He had a partner, a photographer, and they had a studio to work in. Ellet had certain connections to peddle the stuff, and he told me I would be able to change my appearance enough so I wouldn't be recognized. I wondered about that.
Anyhow, I thought about it. When Julia came in I discussed it with her. She thought it was an easy way to make a buck. And have some fun at the same time.
"Don't tell Floyd," she said, "maybe he needs another girl?"
"Yeah," I agreed, "We're a team." She giggled herself silly.
I really didn't like Ellet much. He seemed to me to be too creepy. But I called the number he gave me, and told him I'd do it. I thought maybe I would do it once or twice and take the dough and get outa town.
He said he'd call me back later and tell me where and when to go. He said he didn't need Julia just yet.
"We got another pussy, honey," he said. "Maybe later on, Julia. Girls are easy to get."
"Then why do you want me?"
"Look in the mirror, doll," he said and hung up.
I didn't think I was that beautiful, but if he thought so I didn't mind. Sweeney had told me I was beautiful, but then Sweeney had told me lots of things-like he'd stand by me.
Julia was obviously disappointed that he didn't need her. I think she had been looking forward to a new thrill. "He's makin' a big mistake," she said, and I didn't doubt it a bit. Julia was made for that kind of monkey business. She could do it and never give it a thought.
I was nervous as a cat thinking about making it with some strange guy with Ellet and a camera pointed at me. Every time the phone rang I jumped a foot. I was scared it would be him. And when he finally called I was all goosepimples and nerves when I heard his voice.
"It's me, gorgeous," he said. "How about tonight-"
"Jesus-tonight?"
"Yeh, tonight." He was calm as a rock. He gave me the address and told me to be there at eight. "It doesn't matter what you wear."
"Yeh," I said, and hung up. I doesn't matter because it won't show in the pictures, you'll take it off first. Me, a movie star-in a fucking film. I went and had a quick drink.
Then I couldn't eat, and I smoked too much, and had a miserable time waiting. How the hell had I got myself into this? For money. I knew the answer. Shit. I hated the whole idea of it.
But when it came time to go, I went. Ellet had promised me a hundred bucks for the first film. I needed that dough.
I took a bus and walked two blocks to the address he'd given me. It turned out to be a dress shop. I knocked and Ellet answered. He was just as dark and creepy looking as ever-he looked like a young gangster. Very young. He couldn't have been more than eighteen.
"You look great, baby." He patted me on the butt.
"Knock it off," I said.
"Yes madam," he said sarcastically. "Come on, follow me."
I followed him through the dark shop and through a door which he locked behind us, down some steps and through another door which was well concealed and didn't look like a door at all. He bolted this and we were in a room big enough for a ten by fourteen rug. It had no windows, draped walls on three sides, a small bar and a flock of straight chairs-and three other guys.
One of the men was the cameraman, I could see at a glance. He was loading a camera on a tripod, and gave me a nod. He was skinny and about thirty years old, with a bony face and hands. His name was Beet. That's all the name I ever heard.
Ellet took my elbow and steered me over to the other two guys. They were looking at me very interested.
"This here's Ora," Ellet said. They smiled like a team. "Ora, this here's Pickle and this is Smitty."
The tallest one, Pickle, said: "Pleased to meetcha Ora." He held out his hand and I took it. He sort of caressed it in his fingers. He was brown haired and had a kind of outdoor look to him, you know, tanned.
Smitty was shorter. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, and reached out and brazenly patted one breast. I jumped a little and they laughed. Smitty was more stocky and had a rather plain but pleasant face. He wasn't ugly. He had a couple of scars about his left ear, and he looked tough.
I knew without Ellet telling me that these were the guys who were gonna make it with me. They both wore pants and shirts. Smitty gave me a cigarette.
"Nervous, sweetie?"
"Yeh, a little," I admitted.
"Sure. Well, it's a job, see."
I nodded, wondering how I could think of it as a job. Beet stood to one side talking with Ellet and they seemed to be discussing the coming action. I looked around, taking a closer scan of the room; there was a large mat in the middle of the floor, rolled up. Against one wall was a regular couch and easy chair and a lamp, just like a corner of a home. Against the other wall was a bed. Behind the bed was a wood panel that looked like wall, and in the panel was a door. There were some movie type lights sitting on tripods here and there and a lot of big black cables on the floor. It looked something like pictures I'd seen of movie sets.
Ellet and Beet came over to me, beckoning Pickle to join us. "We're gonna do a story, see," Ellet said, "Ora is the hot dish-pecker-happy broad-and you two guys are tryin' to get into her pants."
Pickle said, "You mean dying' to get into her."
I knew my face was red. I just looked at him and he winked at me. Ellet said, "We're going to do the wedding thing-you two are the bride an' groom." He pointed to me and Pickle. "Smitty is the best man. You come in the door there, Pickle is carrying Ora, and Smitty follows-and you're all eager. Got it?"
"Yeah," Smitty said. "Then what?"
"We cut," Ellet said. "Then we go into a little booze scene." He looked around and Beet had put a couple of bottles and some glasses on a side table.
"Then we drink some," Pickle said, "toast the bride-"
"And fuck her," Ellet said. "Pickle first."
"I'm the groom," Pickle said, patting my rump.
Ellet nodded and motioned us over to the door. "Let's run through it." He placed us in a tiny little nook behind the door where we hardly had space enough, me in Pickle's arms. "OK, open the door and come in," Ellet said.
He stopped us as soon as we stepped through. "No, no, wait a sec." Ellet put Pickle's hand over my breast. "Hold 'er that way."
Pickle grinned at me. We went behind the door again and did it right. Pickle put me down and Smitty was feeling my ass and Ellet was saying, "Feel her, dammit, feel her every chance you get-yeah, like that-"
Then we did it for the camera. Beet turned the lights on and Ellet came over and put a sort of filmy gauze on my head like a bride's, and gave me a bouquet.
"Now, laugh it up when you come in," he said. "You're just married, and it's a ball-OK?"
We took our places and Ellet said, "OK, roll it," and I heard the whirr of the camera. We went through the door and Ellet looked pleased. "Yeh, yeh, keep it up, keep it up-"
Pickle kissed me, we all laughed, then Smitty kissed me, tongues twining, ass feeling-Jesus! a hot little scene, I thought.
"Cut!" Ellet yelled. The camera stopped and Beet checked it. "Good, good, just what we want-great!"
"Got it OK," Beet said.
"Good sign," Ellet said. "OK, here's what we do. Smitty gets the bottle and pours drinks and you two toast the bride, then she toasts you. Right?"
Smitty had the bottle, he uncorked it. "Hey, this is real booze!"
"What the fuck," Ellet said, "Why not?" He motioned us, "Come on, run through it."
"Sit or stand?" Pickle asked.
Ellet looked at Beet. Beet adjusted the lights. "Sit, huh?" Ellet nodded.
"Yeh, all of you on the couch, Beet'll get a good angle. Ora, you sit in the middle." He came over and lifted my skirt. "Come on, take off the panties for crissake."
I bit my lips and went to the other side of the room and slipped them off. The rough stuff was starting. I took a deep breath and went back. I have to confess now that I was feeling excited. It wasn't just a job-at least I couldn't make myself as cold as all that. I simply wasn't an old experienced hooker. I was fifteen.
We ran through the scene, drinking, toasting, and we really drank. Ellet said it would loosen us up. He and Beet were happy about the scene, then they made it, and made a lot of close shots of each of us. I tried not to drink too much, but I had to sip a lot. I could feel the glow.
And Beet lowered the camera and made some of the shots from almost on the floor, shooting up between my legs. "Spread your knees, honey," he told me. "Yeh, there it is-"
"Wink at the camera, sweetie," Smitty said, "love to see a pussy wink."
"Watch it with my wife," Pickle said.
"Now the best man kisses the bride and starts to split," Ellet said. "Smitty, you go to the door with Ora, and kiss her there-and I mean kiss, OK?"
Smitty smiled, looking at me.
"Then you open the door and start to go out," Ellet said. "We'll cut to Ora and Pickle on the couch after that, OK, Beet?" Beet nodded.
We ran through it. I walked to the door with Smitty and when he began to kiss me he wasn't kidding. Jesus! His prong rammed at me! He kissed me like he was going on a world trip in a submarine. I was hot in the crotch.
"Get a hard-on," Ellet told him.
Smitty turned toward him, and we all laughed to see the pecker jutting out. Ellet nodded at Beet: "Get a close up of it, OK?"
We made the scene with the camera whirring. When we started to kiss I had all I could do to keep from grabbing at his prick. God! I wanted it. It was rubbing me and nosing into my crotch making me really squirm.
Ellet kept saying, "Yeh, goddammit, that's just great, keep it up-" In a minute he said "cut!" and we parted lips, but Smitty held me and rubbed my ass.
"Closer shots," Ellet said and Beet moved in.
Smitty was hot as hell. He kept rubbing the pecker at me. "Christ, you're a cute piece," he said to me. "Gimme your number, huh?"
I nodded-right then I sure wanted to.
"Kiss," Ellet said, and we went to it again. Oh, brother!
"Prick shot," Ellet said, and they focused on his dong, in the pants. Beet fussed with the lights a little, to get it just right. Smitty spent the time fondling me. He unhooked my bra and when Ellet noticed he told me to take it off.
Then we finished the scene with Smitty going out the door.
Beet had to reload and I went over to the couch to have a cigarette. Ellet said, "OK, now you and your new husband start really getting hot." He beckoned to Pickle. "Kiss 'er, and I want your hands all over her. Tits, and when I tell you, up her skirt, OK?"
Pickle grinned.
"And when he goes up your skirt, Ora, you grab for his cock."
I nodded, my face was hot as hell.
"And if it goes ok," Ellet said, "then we'll just continue it and cut in shots of close action later, OK?"
"You want me to hump 'er?" Pickle said.
"Hell no." Ellet grinned at me. "Ora, you go down on him. Just roll off the couch between his knees and go after it. Got it?"
"Gimme a drink," I said.
Smitty came over and poured me one from the bottle. He still had it hard. It was in his pants, but it bulged.
"I'm set," Beet said. He adjusted the lights on us, took a reading with his meter and fiddled with the camera. "Anytime."
"Listen," Ellet said, "We'll make it first time, no run through, see? You two clinch and start kissing, and you listen to me, I'll talk you through it."
He came over to me and sat beside me on the couch. "Unfasten your blouse, Ora, I wanna see tits now. Pickle, make sure we see tits, right?"
"Yeah, man."
"As soon as you start kissing, your hand slips down and you handle the tits. Then go inside the blouse."
Pickle nodded and Ellet got up. He motioned us to slide together. I was in Pickle's arms in a second. He was warm. I could see Smitty standing just behind Beet, a glass in his hand, watching us. I knew what was on his mind.
Ellet said, "Where's your field?" He knelt by us and looked at Beet.
Beet said, "You're ok, but don't move in."
Ellet looked at us. "All right, let's go."
I heard the camera whirr, and Pickle and I began to kiss. Then I forgot the camera, sort of. I didn't really forget where I was or anything, but I sure went along with what was happening. I was eager for it-all the teasing had me worked up. Pickle was just as hot as Smitty. I felt his hand slip down to my breast and he massaged it.
"Inside the blouse," Ellet said in a tense voice.
Pickle's hand slipped inside on my bare skin. He pulled the blouse open and I knew my red nipples were pouting at the camera.
"Jesus, that's great!" Ellet said. "Keep it upkeep it up."
I was panting and squirming. His tongue was like a fiery dart.
"Open your legs, Ora," Ellet hissed.
I swung them wide and Pickle's hand swept down over my belly. "Yeah," Ellet said, "Get a cunt hold-"
I jumped when the hand swept up between my legs and grabbed me too quickly. But Ellet didn't stop us. It must have been a crazy, hot scene! I was squirming in Pickle's arms, mostly naked now, just enough clothes to make it sexy, and he was jazzing me, one finger up my pussy.
"Reach for him, Ora!" Ellet almost yelled. "Grab 'is cock!"
I ran my hand down and it was easy to find. It was sticking up like a phone pole in the middle of the street.
"Unzip it, Ora, for crissake!"
I fought the zipper, writhing over his diddling fingers, using both hands to get it started. Then it was easy. The pecker sprang out and Pickle said, "Oh, jeez-"
I massaged it; it felt huge and it looked almost purple, what a spear!
"Yeh, yeh," Ellet said, "OK, go after it-"
I rolled onto the floor and dived between Pickle's knees. I stuffed the cock into my mouth and went after it frenziedly, bobbing my head, sucking it in a hell of a rush. I could hear Ellet saying something but I was so goddam excited that all I wanted was that big prick!
Pickle writhed and groaned, and beat the couch with the flat of both hands-then the prick spouted! I had a mouthful of it, hot and smoking. I hadn't expected it at all. It shot up just as I went back for another mouth-stroke, and the jism spurted out and smeared all over my face and dripped-I gobbled it but missed all the big first squirt.
Ellet was practically screaming, "Get it, get it!"
Pickle writhed uncontrollably. He was groaning and jerking, and the stuff kept welling up. Man, he was loaded!
Then I heard the camera quit.
Beet said, "Outa film."
Ellet was breathing hard. "OK, cut," he said.
I heard him, but I still wanted that weenie. I kept on loving it. He tasted great! Smitty came and gently pulled me away and sat me on the couch.
"Don't wear yourself out, sweetie-" He wiped my lips, smiling at. me.
Ellet said, "Christ, I got a hard-on from 'at one." He lit a cigarette and grinned at me. "We got to make it, Ora baby. You rile me up, crazy."
Beet was fumbling at the camera, looking at me. They all wanted me, I knew it. The smell of hot sex was in the air. And I was the focal point. I had the pussy. God! If Julia was only here! She'd take them all one at a time-maybe all together.
"Now some close-ups," Ellet said.
"Jesus," Pickle protested, "Lemme have a rest-she just blew me!"
"Can't you get it up?"
"Yeh, but I need a couple minutes-"
Ellet looked at the half-hard prick; he frowned, and looked at me. "Try not to blow 'em so hard, baby."
I blushed, smoking a cigarette. How could I help it? He was ready and just let go.
Ellet went on to Smitty then. He explained how Smitty came back, opening the door and looking in. Then Smitty had to come over to the couch and get into me from behind.
"You're too fuckin' eager to leave all that nice pussy," Ellet said. "Got it?"
"I'm 'way ahead of you," Smitty said.
Ellet made him run through it, opening the door and looking into the room.
"That's good, do it just that way. And now, when you come in, take out your cock and shake it."
Smitty grinned. Beet adjusted the lights and they shot it. I stared as I saw his big one. It was long and pink and maybe a little bigger around than Pickle's. Smitty looked at me when he unzipped and pulled it out, and shook it in his hand. He was grinning.
I could almost feel it shoving up me.
Then we did the rest of it. Me leaning over Pickle's prong, sucking it. Ellet said it was a long shot so we didn't have to have Pickle hard, I would conceal it with my body. Then Smitty came in and knelt behind me.
By the time we made that shot, I had Pickle hard again-really sucking it. He just stared down at me, writhing and gritting his teeth.
Then they went to close shots of Smitty working over my ass. God! He slid it up into me a mile and a half and worked it in, holding my butt with both hands.
"Great," Ellet said close beside me. "That's just great, pull it 'way out so we can see it go in-yeh, that's right-great!"
"Now, pan," said Ellet. "Pan over to Ora. Ora! get to blowing him! Come on!"
I had stopped, the cock up me felt so good.
It was wonderful being in the middle. Pickle was terribly hard again and Smitty was in so far he might never get it out. I hoped he wouldn't.
Smitty began to gasp. "Christ, I'll shoot it if you don't cut-"
"Cut!" yelled Ellet, "Don't shoot the wad yet!"
Smitty eased off in a hurry, I could hear him panting. I looked back over my shoulder, and he was pale. I felt the prick throbbing. So good!
"I don't think I can hold off," Smitty said in a tight voice. "She's so fuckin' tight-"
"Get in close, then," Ellet said to Beet. "Hurry up-lift your leg, Ora, we wanna see the cunt-yeah. Get that, Beet-"
Beet sprawled on the floor, the camera in his hands, pointing right where we joined. He squinted and adjusted, wriggling, pushing my leg, pulling Smitty.
Smitty kept it moving, in and out, in and out. I could hear his breath and feel the thing. It was hard as anything I had ever yet experienced. "Hurry up," he hissed at them.
"Whenever you're ready," Ellet said to Beet. "You check film?'
"Yeah," Beet said. "Give it to 'er Smitty." The camera began to whirr. I felt him pump it into me deep and satisfyingly. It went in to hit bottom and went out nearly all the way then in again. I held my breath it was so delicious!
"God, that's a great picture," Ellet said.
"Get-this," Smitty said in a choked voice.
He went crazy for a time-battering me and bucking like a berserk man. I writhed with him because he was making me boot it too-and I guess I lost mine about two seconds after I felt him spurt. We writhed and jerked in a wild paroxysm, and the camera was recording every tiny convulsion.
I forgot all about it and just let myself go and enjoy it. I nearly bit Pickle's cock in two.
They ran the scene until Beet's camera was out of film. And still Smitty held me and fed me the cock. He got every ounce of sensation out of it. And when he let it droop out, he was limp as a wet string.
We all took a break then, with a drink and smokes. Smitty and Pickle were a couple of satisfied guys. Pickle was all ready to go again, but now the first mad flush was off. He said he could go for a couple hours now, and it looked like he might.
I asked to go to the can, and Beet took me out into the dress shop. It was his place, he said, and there was a regular ladies' room. I thought that was a funny thing to say, I didn't care about that-and no one said anything at all. But as soon as we got to the ladies' room, Beet said he wanted a piece.
I looked at him, surprised.
"Come on, Ora," he said. "All's I want's a quickie."
He came over close to me and backed me to a bench. Then he took out his weenie; it wasn't as big as the others, but it was a good tool. So what the hell, I let him spread my legs and held his shoulders while he poked it in.
"You're a good kid," he said, pumping hotly.
"Thanks."
"C'mon, help me make it-"
I smiled then and said "OK," he wasn't a bad guy. Just hot pants. I really couldn't blame him. So I bucked with him and squeezed it and helped him shoot the load. It was sort of fun. A nice, easy screw; he didn't even kiss me, just a boot. I didn't come at all, but did my best to make it good for him when he shot it. He liked it fine, I could tell.
When I went back to the 'studio' Ellet was explaining the next shot. They all looked at me with knowing smiles. They knew that Beet had got his chunk.
The rest of the shots were strictly three-way action, and just all together, one after the other, all three of us naked. We screwed and sucked and I made it a couple of times, but Smitty and Pickle were good for an hour each before Pickle shot his again. We were about finished anyway.
"Get on 'er, Smitty," Ellet said, "and we'll get an ass shot for the fade out. Get it in deep and just bang, OK?"
"Yeh." Smitty put me down on the mat and I opened up and took it. He just laid on me, with the cock warm and throbbing, waiting. I looked down over his rump watching Beet set up the lights and camera. He focused right where the big prong stabbed me. He winked at me.
"Anytime you're ready," Ellet said. He patted Smitty's ass. "Screw when you hear the camera."
"Yeah man," Smitty said. He nuzzled my ear. "Don't forget to give me your phone number, baby. I want a lot more of this."
We heard the camera whirr and Smitty began to ease it deep. "Me too," I whispered.
That was the last shot.
But not my last boff. I saw Ellet slip Pickle some dough and he waved to us and took off. "See you later-"
Smitty asked, "Can I see you home, Ora?"
"That's my job," Ellet said. "I got one comin'." He looked at me. I shrugged. When I went over to put my clothes on I wrote out my number and phone for Smitty and slipped it to him. He patted my ass.
Ellet took me home and came upstairs with me. I knew he was hot so I didn't make it hard to get. "Let's use the bed."
He nodded and slipped out of his pants. I was a little surprised to see that his dong was as good as Smitty's. And he could use it too. It was a very nice satisfying fuck.
So that was how it went. I had a hundred bucks and a promise of more. Nice, easy work.
CHAPTER FIVE
That was a funny period. I never did understand how the fuzz didn't find us-or maybe they didn't try. Julia and I had quit school, but Floyd hadn't. It seemed to me that they could have trailed Floyd because everyone at school knew that Floyd and Julia were a thing.
But no one ever came for us. Floyd said he made sure no one followed him, but he was only a kid-could he have outfoxed the cops?
Floyd came to see us about three times a week. At night. Julia had got a job in a beauty parlor and sometimes worked nights unexpectedly ... when another girl got sick or something. Anyhow, sometimes Floyd and I were alone together. Neither of us minded that. I was crazy about Floyd anyway, and he liked me. Every single time we were there alone we ended up in bed. It was a very satisfying experience.
On one of those occasions Floyd told me he didn't want to marry Julia. "I've changed my mind," he said. "I think it'd be a big mistake."
"Why?" I was surprised.
"Well, me and Julia hit it off OK now, but I wonder if we would in a year or two."
"Why not?" I asked. "Julia loves you-"
"Yeh, and everyone else."
I had to giggle at that. Julia spread it around all right. She had told me she was seeing a guy who came in the beauty shop a lot, a supplier. According to her this guy had a whang long enough to tie knots in.
The kicker was that Floyd wanted somebody else. "I wanna marry you, Ora," he said.
Gosh, that knocked me for a loop. About the last thing in the world I had expected. It shook me up.
"But what about Julia?"
"She'll understand," he said. "She might pout a little for a while, but I'll bet she'll like the idea."
"But we're too young," I said. "Nuts."
"Anyhow, you ought to finish school-"
"I will. What's the difference if we're married?"
I couldn't answer that. If he wanted to, well, he wanted to. We went to bed and screwed on it, and talked about it, and screwed some more.
By the time he left for home that night I had agreed to marry him. I was kind of excited by the whole idea.
And the next day Smitty called me. He had called before and I had put him off. This time he wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted to come and see me.
"Right now."
"No," I said, "Julia's still here-"
"Who's Julia?"
"My roommate."
He said, "Hmmm. Will she fuck?"
I giggled at him. "I thought you wanted me."
"Baby, I got enough for both of you."
"She goes to work in a couple hours. Wait till two o'clock."
"OK," he said and rang off.
In about two seconds the phone rang again and it was Ellet. "I been tryin' to get you-"
"I had some wrong numbers."
"OK, lissen baby, we're gonna make one, same place, tomorra night. You be there?"
"Same price?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"Eight bells. Lissen, I'll pick you up ... about seven."
"Why so early?"
"Look, baby why should I be last, huh? This time I'll warm you up for them other guys." It made me giggle.
Julia got dressed and went out, still groggy from the night before: "Man, he can't get enough, Mack. He thinks I'm lonesome 'less I got it in me-"
Mack was her supplier friend. She groused a lot but she was always eager to see him. I was kind of curious about him too, I wondered if she was keeping him away from me.
But anyhow, Smitty showed up at two bells. Horny as an elk. I tried to give him a cup of coffee or a drink first, but all he wanted was to get my panties off. "Gash, sweetie, gimme the gash-"
He shucked his pants and I stared at that big rampant organ and it stared back with its one round eye.
"On the couch, sweetie," he said. He came over, the thing waggling back and forth when he walked, and opened my legs. He kissed the notch briefly, then he let himself down. He was so horned up he was trembling. I grabbed it and guided it and took a deep breath.
I could have got through the day without a man before Smitty arrived. I might not have thought about it at all. But Smitty was all male. That's about all he was, a big walking cock. I doubt if I could have refused him because he excited me; he was so sure of himself, and so sure he could have what he wanted and please me.
When I felt that big prong ooze into me I just relaxed and went with the storm. There wasn't much I could do but wrap my legs about him and hold on. He was so hot to get his gun off that it seemed to me he shook the whole building. He just went wild for about ten minutes.
I was astonished that he held it that long.
Then he eased up and kissed my neck. "My balls're on fire-"
"I can tell."
"I been thinkin' about you ever since Beet's joint."
By now I was in that cat-like, cozy mood, loving every thrust of it. "What're you thinking?"
"Sweetie, it don't matter who I'm screwin', I pretend it's you-I got it bad for you, you know that?"
"You don't have to pretend now-" He humped it in hard, chuckling in his throat. "Hang on, Sweetie-here it comes-"
I was afraid the floor would weaken and drop us both into the apartment below. He went into a wild paroxysm that sent me dreaming. Jesuz! I never had a boot like that one before. He made me lose it too, and between us we steamed up the room. It was a flaming, crazy, wicked romp-for the sake of lustfulness and nothing else.
When it was over we both lay there like a couple of dead bodies. For a long, long time.
I was asleep, and the first stirring I felt was the invader inside me. It began to harden and throb. It woke me in a hurry with thoughts of the baby I had given away.
Smitty's voice breathed in my ear, "Could I interest you in a mop, lady?"
"Jesus! you startled me-" I was perspiring with the dream. But I was fully awake, conscious of him and the dong in me which was working like a piston.
I craned my neck to look at the clock, feeling it get up to pronging speed. Smitty was pumping me good. It was late in the afternoon-and Floyd might show up. I had rather that Floyd didn't know about Smitty.
I tightened my legs about him and pulled his head around to kiss him-I wanted him to blow the wad. He responded like a trained satyr with a full head of steam. I did my best to squeeze it and tantalize him.
He only lasted a few minutes. This time I helped him to spurt, and didn't try for the brass ring myself.
"Christ, Sweetie, you're the most, you know it? You drain me, no kiddin'."
"I want you to like it-"
"Like it! Jezis, I'm hooked on it!"
I kissed his neck and the ear with the scars. The dong felt pretty far gone. I reached down, slipping my hand between us, feeling the shaft of it. He was limp.
"It'll get hard again-"
"Huh uh," I said. "You gotta go."
"Hell, no, Sweetie. I'm here for the night. I'm gonna fuck you wo-"
"No you ain't," I said. "Come on, up."
He argued, but I made him get off me ... and get dressed. I told him I had to have some sleep, and finally he went. And after he'd gone I wondered about him-he hadn't mentioned Ellet's filming. Maybe Ellet hadn't called him for the job. Maybe it was a good thing I hadn't said anything.
I got a bath and cleaned the joint and aired it out a little. I told myself then that what Floyd didn't know wouldn't hurt him-and certainly wouldn't hurt me. Screwing Smitty didn't change the way I felt about Floyd. I was just protecting Floyd's feelings. In case.
But Floyd didn't show up.
When Julia came home she was half drunk, and the supplier was with her, a big blonde guy with sharp eyes on me. She called him Mack and didn't bother to introduce me, just said "Hi," and took him into the bedroom.
In about two minutes I could hear the bedsprings and her laugh. They kept it up for an hour, on and off, and the sound of it got to me a little. I could almost see that spike poking her. I got a good imagination.
I went out to the kitchen and had myself a little sip of wine. Julia had bought a bottle a week before, and it tasted good. And in the kitchen I couldn't hear the bed.
Then the door opened and Mack came padding out to the kitchen. He was big all right, all the way down, as I could plainly see. He was naked, and the whang was jutting out. He seemed a little surprised to see me, maybe he had forgotten I was there. He was not entirely sober.
"Hi, honey," he said. "Julia's passed the hell out."
"Is she all right?" I ran into the bedroom. Julia was on her back, stark naked, a silly smile on her pretty face. Her legs were splayed and she was out like a damp cloth. Cold. But she was OK.
Mack was in the kitchen mixing a drink, spilling silverware into the sink. I went back to tell him it was time to pull his freight.
He looked at me and grabbed me, jabbing the cock at me. "You're damn cute, honey-"
"Leggo, dammit!"
"Let's you 'n me have little fun, huh?" Jab, jab, jab.
I couldn't avoid the prong. But he was drunk enough so I was faster if not stronger than him. I finally had to let him hug me and rub the thing on me. I wasn't very interested. I didn't want it. I didn't want him. I was worried that he might shoot the stuff all over my dress.
He leaned on the sink and hugged me close, trying to kiss me, and jabbing the cock. His big hands were all over me too, but the instant he went for my crotch I twisted and spun out of his grasp. He yelled, but I skinned out of the kitchen and got the couch in the living room between us. He was having fun then. It was like a game. Grab the lady-fuck the lady.
We went round and round that damn couch with him trying to convince me to stand still-so he could grab me. He didn't get tired of the game.
"You're the bes' lookin' broad I ever see, honey."
"Thanks, pal."
"Jus' a lil fuck, huh? Whassmatter wi' you?"
"I don't wanna, that's all."
"Jeez, Julie says you'll screw, baby." I wasn't surprised to hear that, but had she told him that I would put out for him? Probably not. "Julie screws, baby-"
I could have told him that. Little Julia would hump a rocking chair.
But he couldn't catch me. He was too awkward. He gave up the chase finally and sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. I went over, just out of reach, and had one with him. He just lolled there, the big dingus sticking up, and waggled it at me.
"Don' you want that, baby?"
I might have, under other circumstances. I shook my head at him. "Whynchoo go home."
He leered at me and finished the cigarette. Then he lunged at me, missed and growled. He padded into the bedroom and I stood at the door and watched him get on Julia and work the thing into her. She just lay there smiling. He got it in and hosed her, watching me the whole time.
When I told Julia about it the next day she just shrugged. "He's got dough. I'm gonna take a trip with him-"
"When?"
She smiled. "Soon."
I went out and called Floyd that afternoon. I told him I would be out to the department stores-some of them were open late-and not to come over. He said he loved me. I told him I loved him.
That night Ellet came to the apartment about nine. Julia was out, and I met him in a robe and nothing else. I knew what he wanted. I gave it to him. He took a big helping.
And after all the starch was out of the staff he told me the meeting was postponed. "Day after tomorrow, baby."
"What about Smitty?"
"Yeh? What about him?"
"Aren't you gonna use him for one of the guys?"
He looked at me in a curious way. "Not this time, baby." He got up and reached for his pants. "You been seeing Smitty?"
"Once."
He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. "Listen, baby, lay off that guy. I'm giving you the best advice you ever got in your life. Lay offa him."
"He seems OK."
"Seems. Yeh." Ellet got a pack and slipped out two cigarettes, he put one between my lips. "Lissen, baby, I'm hip you're not crazy for me, but I'm not a bad guy. I'm giving you the straight stuff anyway." He lit both cigarettes. "That fucker is tied up with too many hard guys, that's why."
"Whadda you mean?"
"I mean I don't want any part of the mob. Smitty is a small time hood, sure. Right now he's down, the mob has got him out in left field, but he'll be back. He got out of line somewhere and they're giving him the cold treatment, but he'll be back."
"I don't get you, Ellet, what the hell are you saying?"
He sighed at me. "Baby, he'll have you in a goddam whorehouse if you keep on. He'll sell you." I just looked at him.
But I had the feeling he knew what he was talking about. A kind of cold shiver ran down my spine.
"I found out about him after we did the first film," he said in a low voice. "He was desperate for dough," he shrugged. "Now I'm a little worried about the film. That guy is poison."
"You mean that-"
"I mean he might try to grab it and destroy it. That's all." Ellet rose and put on his coat. "We got it in a safe place-I think." He went to the door. "That's why I ain't using him. You didn't tell him anything?"
"No."
"You're a good kid, Ora." He smiled. "And a damn good lay."
I watched him go, then I got up and locked the door. Now I was scared.
As soon as I knew Floyd would be home I called him. "We gotta get married, honey. Right away." He didn't hesitate. "OK," he said. "I-I-want to," I said.
I heard him take a deep breath. "The state line is only twenty miles. Get your coat on."
"I'll be waiting," I said and hung up.
The popular eloping town was Sackett, just over the state line where there was no waiting period and a very easy-going Justice of the Peace. Sackett was notorious. It took us about an hour to get there; it was dark when we arrived, and we had to wait till the Justice finished his supper.
He was a very fat man, with slits for eyes, sparse hair and grease on his clothes. His wife was a sloppy fat woman who smiled at me and poked me in the ribs.
"You pregnant, honey?"
I said no but she didn't believe me. The fat JP tied the knot as we stood in his parlor. His wife stood behind us and picked her teeth with a little finger the whole time. I could see her reflection in a picture glass.
Floyd had a ring, a little too big, but he slipped it on my finger and kissed me and I was married. We had a slip of paper that said so. It only took a minute to do. And it cost us ten dollars.
We drove back home with me cuddled in his arms. We didn't even speak hardly until we got close.
"Where'll we stay?"
"I dunno," I said. I knew Julia wouldn't like it much if I took him there.
"My folks'll never let us stay in the house," he said. "I'll have to tell them, but I don't know how-" He sighed and blew out his breath. "Shall we keep it a secret for awhile?"
"Until what?"
"Well, I haven't got much money, I don't know how we'll live together for a bit. Maybe I should drop out?"
"No. Finish school. We can live apart for a little while. I'll get a job."
"I'll get a night job," he said. "We'll make out pretty soon."
So we left it at that. He dropped me at the apartment and I didn't even get fucked my wedding night.
The next morning Ellet called me: "Another change, baby. We're gonna make it this afternoon."
"But-"
"No buts, honey, this afternoon. I'll pick you up." He clicked the receiver and I stood there looking at the phone. Me, a married woman now. But Ellet didn't know it. If I didn't do the thing I'd let him down. And it also meant another hundred bucks. With that we could make a start at housekeeping. Or leaving town, or whatever. Anyhow we needed it. Floyd didn't know how much money I had, he'd be pleasantly surprised.
Ellet didn't try to boot me when he came by; he was in a hurry: "We're late, baby."
We piled into his car and he drove in the opposite direction from the dress shop. When I asked, he said: "We're not using that dump anymore. I told you about Smitty, huh?"
He looked at me. "You haven't seen him?"
"No."
"Good. The less he knows the better."
"Who is it this time?" I asked. "Who-?"
"You know, who am I-"
He smiled and patted my thigh. "You're gonna like this set-up, chicken."
"Pickle again?"
"No." He shook his head. "Pickle's a good guy, but not this time. We'll use him later."
That's all he would tell me. We drove for about a half hour, into a sort of industrial district, and turned into a drive that led between two older buildings. Ellet parked the car around behind one of the buildings in front of a loading ramp. The whole place looked dusty and unused.
"We'll only have this joint for a month or so. then they're gonna tear it down," he said. "Right now it's vacant. Perfect for us.
We want around the ramp and into the building by a side door; Ellet had the keys, and he took me downstairs immediately.
"It's colder in the basement," he said, "but a hellova lot safer for the lights. We'll set up some gas heaters."
The basement was large, cavernous and cold. We went along a cement hallway between rusting hulks of equipment, to the front of the building. Ellet unlocked a metal fire door and locked it behind us. I could hear voices.
"We're late," he said.
He took me through an open door into a square room with a carpet on the floor, much warmer, and the same drapes on the walls. Beet smiled at me, but my eyes were on the other two people, a man and a girl.
"This is Lilly and Whit Blackburn," Ellet said. "And this is Ora."
A man and wife team? I was astonished. Ellet laughed at my reaction. I stood gaping at them. The girl came over quickly and kissed me-not on the cheek, on the lips, and not a peck either.
"I've heard so much about you, darling-"
I blinked at Ellet. He shrugged.
The man slipped his arm about my waist and kissed me too. I heard Beet's voice, fussing at Ellet, and Ellet replying, but the two of them were teasing me with their lips. I was between them-and the room was much warmer.
She was not beautiful, but she had large breasts, pushing at the tight green sweater she wore. She was dark and latin-looking, with full lips and liquid eyes.
Whit was about six feet, brown hair and slim as youth. I liked him instantly. He reminded me a little of Floyd, though he wasn't as dark. I don't mean to say I didn't like Lilly immediately, but she disturbed me. She had an aggressiveness that I'd never experienced in a female. Not even Julia. She sort of took charge, like a man.
"You're so young," Lilly said.
"And beautiful," Whit whispered, fondling my breasts. He lifted them and bounced them in his hand. "They make me hungry."
"He's always hungry, darling," she said.
I was flustered at all the attention, and the handling. Ellet said: "All right, let's sit down-"
"You did all right this time, Ellet," Whit said, giving me a cigarette. Lilly lit it for me, and sat close beside me.
"Don't I always?" Ellet turned, from Beet. "Ora is a wild little monkey, ain't you, baby?"
"Come on," I said. He made me fidgit.
"Don't tease her," Lilly said, slipping an arm about my shoulders.
"We're gonna do the maid thing," Ellet said. He indicated the Blackburns. "You two are naked on the bed and you ring for the maid. OK?"
Whit smiled at me. Lilly licked her lips and her hand strayed down over the bloom of my girlhood. My heart fluttered and Whit winked at me.
"All set," Beet said. He had the lights set up around the bed, really a covered mattress in a corner of the room.
"We don't need a run-through for you cats on the bed," Ellet motioned them over to it. He took me by the arm. "Here, you get into this, honey."
He gave me a tiny wisp of skirt, a little white apron and a sheer blouse, no bra, and a frilly thing for my hair. You could put the whole costume in an aspirin bottle. With the cotton.
I undressed with Lilly watching every move. I was very conscious of her eyes. She and Whit stripped down and I glimpsed his pecker, a nice solid one arching out thickly. Lilly was gorgeous naked. Her tits were large and the nipples were rosy and dark. She was shaved between the legs, and she let me see that dimpled cleft. I don't know what she thought it might do to me.
I put on the maid's costume. There was a small mirror, and I looked like the world's sexiest maid. The skirt barely covered my mons veneris and my tits waggled in the thin, braless blouse. In the mirror I looked all tits and legs. Exactly what Ellet wanted. He was very pleased, I could tell. He smiled and nodded to me and told me to sit down and rest.
"All right, roll 'em when you're ready," he told Beet and the two on the bed moved close.
My heart speeded up, watching them. Whit and Lilly had made passionate love many times, that was obvious. They were very good and wicked. They started out with kisses that would melt a streetcar track, and wandered into mutual mouthing that left me breathless. I could see that both Beet and Ellet were moved.
Beet was hoarse when he called 'cut,' and reloaded.
The two on the bed merely paused and Whit looked around at me. "This is hard for you, darling," he said.
Lilly pouted her lips at me.
My face was red as fire. Ellet winked at me and came over to pat my arm. "This time Whit will hit the bell, then we'll send you in."
"Whadda I do?"
He looked at me. "Baby, all you gotta do is get to the bed under your own power. They'll take over from there."
I swallowed hard. I was wet in the slot now.
Whit did the bit with the bell, a small silver bell beside the bed, and went back to loving Lilly. He was on her and in her and under her and eating her. They were wild!
"All right, Ora, baby-" Ellet motioned to me. "We'll pick up the entering shot later. Just go over to the bed."
I took a deep breath and entered the scene.
"Here she comes," Ellet said.
As I reached the bed, I saw Whit look around, then his arm came out and scooped me up. I screamed, not expecting it, and found myself in the middle. They had the costume off in seconds. Lilly was gobbling me and Whit was feeding me the ding-dong.
"Jesus, keep it up," Ellet said tensely, "Keep it up-go on-"
I was gasping over the prong, squirming because no one had ever excited me as Lilly was doing. I heard the camera whirr as in a fog. I was in a sudden mad delirium. Naked flesh and surging, throbbing sensation! From a far distance I heard Beet yell, and Ellet called 'Cut', but at that instant I came apart. All my excitement and agitation exploded and I came like a volcano erupting.
I screamed again and Lilly's mouth never faltered. She followed me through all my convulsive twistings and jerkings. Whit held me gently, allowing me to breathe, and petting me. It was a frantic, feverish come.
As I began to subside, with Lilly still sucking, I could hear what Beet was saying: "I ran outa film, dammit."
Ellet was sore as hell. "The best fuckin' scene I ever saw-!"
And I was ravished. God! I lay back in Whit's arms, trembling and shuddering with the gorgeous mouth job. Lilly looked up at me over the curly hair and smiled. I wanted her to stay right there forever.
I was in a sort of coma the rest of the time. They tried to pry Lilly out from between my thighs but she was crazy for it. Whit got into me, but all I really remember was her mouth. Julia was a bum compared to Lilly.
They made the filming short because our threeway action was so wild and tempestuous. Beet used all the film he had, and they remembered at the last minute to get the door shot of me.
I had to put the maid costume on again and come through the door. I had to comb my hair and calm down a little.
I hadn't realized the effect our white-hot loving had on Ellet and Beet. Ellet grabbed me the instant he had the scene and hustled me to the bed. He was on me with the rest of them squealing and yelling, and got it into me thrusting and bouncing and panting. I stared over his back seeing Beet doing it to Lilly dog-fashion, and Whit lighting a cigarette in her mouth at the same time.
Then we all flopped, worn out. It was all the honeymoon I had. And the groom wasn't even there.
There is much more to Ora's story, but in the interests of space and other cases, we must move along. There are, of course, other instances of swapping in her history, and these are not swapping in the usual sense, but meet some of the requirements. At any rate they give us a penetrating look at the runaway from a rather different perspective.
Unfortunately there are many like Ora who can rationalize circumstances to fit whatever mould they desire.
She is a very unhappy girl today.
CHAPTER SIX
We have concerned ourselves with younger subjects, very often feeling that help was needed here, but the middle-aged are in no way burdened with aid. They are perhaps overlooked as an age group.
They contain many rebels.
Miles Everette is now forty-seven. He was married the first time at age twenty; the second time at ago twenty-two, and the third time at age thirty-four. His present wife is named Alice.
They live now in a suburb of a large middle-western city; Miles works in a factory as an electronics technician, a job he studied for in jail. He has been in many jails. For some years he had another job: he was an armed robber, and rapist.
He was never convicted of rape, but has served much time for robbery. He lost two wives in this manner. They didn't care to wait for him.
Listen to his story:
MILES EVERETTE:
My first wife, Ruth, was a whore. I didn't know it when I married her, I didn't find out for about a month. I was picked up for questioning and the cops held me a week, no call home. I told 'em my wife didn't have no dough, but they didn't care. I had a record then, and I was guilty till proved innocent.
That time I was innocent and they finally let me go. So I went home and found Ruth taking in customers.
"What am I gonna do?" she asked me. "I ain't got a dime-"
I had to go along with that one. I figured some dames just think of using the ol' pussy first. Easy dough. So we moved and I went on working. The next thing she meets this other couple. They're a couple of swingers, you know, drink, parties-the works.
I liked the wife OK, she was a doll, blonde and a pair of tits that bobbed around and a nice ass. Her husband was a thin fish, kind of a seedy-looking prick. Their names were Marty and Ellen. Marty was supposed to be a real estate man. He looked like a con to me.
My wife, Ruth, ain't any chorus cutie, but she's a good looking dish. She's got a shrill voice, and she drinks too much, but she's OK-and I think she's going straight with me.
So we go to their place for a party. There's two other couples, and by the time we arrive they're all good and loaded. Juiced.
So I knew that this was a swinger's party, OK, but up to then I'm just a small time guy. I don't dig the big city scene. They give me a drink and this blonde doll pushes her snatch at me. She calls it dancing. I call it a dry fuck. She gets in real close, rolls it around and hump, hump, hump. I know a pussy bumper when I feel one. I got hot nuts for this broad in five minutes.
But I'm at a party, so I just try to conceal the old dong and go along with the rest. Only I'm the only guy who is worried how anything will look. The rest of them are out for fun, including Ruth.
Ellen bumps me with the pussy till she knows the dong is up. She clings to me like ivy on a wall and rubs the tits on me too, and even then I can notice that we're the only ones dancing. Her husband, Marty is somewhere with another guy's wife and Ruth is standing at the door to the patio that last time I see her for some time.
Ellen says: "Gee, you're better'n I heard."
I dunno what she heard, but I try, you know? I try. She was a little loaded. But the lights are dim, so I kiss her while we are dancing. That shoots the whole thing. She winds herself around me and we have to stop while I fall down this well. Shit! That dame could kiss like that's all she wrote. All I could think of was getting it into her. She knows it too.
She pulled on me and we slid into another room-I didn't even look around to see where we were. I just got her on the couch, me on top. Her legs were up; I ripped the zipper open and man, into her! Like a goddam rape.
We were fucking like a couple of sex-mad hounds in a second. And she was crazy for it. Just wild. I had guys in prison who got so goddam hard up they'd get in your ass and ram it so hard and fast you'd think they gone completely nuts. That's her.
She was hungry for it. She was hangin' on and pulling me, "Please, please-please-"
Well, you know no guy can take that kinda cunt too long. I squirted my load long before I wanted to. Hell, long before. But she got me so goddam hot I just couldn't wait. Then she was all jerky and humpy. She kept trying to screw it and the thing was half limp.
"Get up," she says, and I figure she's sore about it, and what the hell can I do? But I get up and she squirms around and grabs it in her mouth and goes to work on it. Well, Ruth did me that way once in a while, but not like Ellen did. She was great!
She knelt between my legs and ate it like it was sweet potatoes and gravy. Slobbery! Christ Almighty! She was great! And the old pecker came poking up, no fooling. She got it up a lot faster than I thought I'd do.
And then she crawled right up and sat on it and got it in. "I'm not finished," she giggled.
And then she bounced over it like a kid in the goddam park. And while she's bouncing and moaning, I get a chance to look around and we're in a kid's room. There's a little girl sleeping in a crib about a yard away.
Well, she got her come. And she came apart when she did it. I never had a doll come as big with me before. Ruth never did. She went wild, and she took a hell of a long time to calm down. Then she didn't want to get off it because it was still sticking up and good as new.
But I got her off it and gave her a cigarette: I wanted to rest up a sec. She dived at it and gave it a good suck, you know I couldn't get her off that right off the bat. But anyhow we finally got back to the party.
Only the party had all gone to hell.
I thought me and Ellen were the ones who were swingin' and everyone would look at us funny when we came back in, but no. Nobody knew we were gone.
We went out of the bedroom, her smoothing her dress and me fixing my tie. And when we get to the living room some guy is running after a dame-I only had a blur of them-but they were both naked and they disappear into a bedroom and slam the door.
Ellen just giggled and looked at me. "You want a drink, honey?"
I said, "Sure." Well, that shook me a little. Why not, like I said, I'm just a country kid. I been around a little, but mostly in tough scenes. We had the drink and we're all alone in the joint it looks like. I'm wondering what the hell Ruth is doing-and I have a pretty good idea.
Ellen wants to dance some more-dance, she means kiss and rub each other. She handles the rod when we do. Can't keep her away from it-even if I wanted to. They have a patio and barbecue area outside the windows, so I dance her over to it, and then I see one of the couples out there. It's too dark to see who they are, but they're laying on a mat and screwing something fierce. Ellen got all giggly when I pointed them out.
She wants to go back to the bedroom.
I told her I had to go to the can first, so I found a bathroom, and when I came out she was missing. No dame. There was another doll in the kitchen.
"I'm Carol," she told me, and she was practically naked. She was mixing a drink but she stopped when I went in and came over to slip into my arms. Her engine was putt-putting too. So now I've got the idea.
This is a screwing party.
I said: "Where's the nearest bed?"
Carol says, "Now you're talking, honey." She takes my hand and leads me through the kitchen, past another door where I can hear bedsprings.
We go in a room and she says, "You've got too many clothes on-" So I take them off. Then I crawl onto the bed and she's waiting. And I screw her. The first screwing party I went to.
The next day Ruth says she had a swell time.
I didn't do so bad either.
About a month after that, though, I got picked up on a hot car deal. This time the cops can make it stick. Sure, I'm guilty.
There was a trial; and I got a pretty good lawyer, but the evidence was too good. The fuzz had me dead to rights. I drew a stretch in the cooler.
Ruth came to see me before they took me to the Big House, and she was OK then. But I never saw her after that. She wrote me a couple letters, they got vague too. She had a job-she had moved-then nothing.
Well, a dame like Ruth liked her nooky. I guess you can't blame 'em. I sure wouldn't pass up a easy pussy, so why should I rant about her. Anyhow, that was it as far as she was concerned."
Everette was asked questions concerning his stay in prison: He was not a homosexual, he said, but few men serving what they feared would be long terms could remain celibate.
We have edited much of his story here, but have retained the flavor and the essence of it, we believe. Much of his recounting is repetition.
He takes up the story:
MILES EVERETTE:
I was lucky in prison; I was put in a cell with only one other guy. This bird was a lanky blond kid who had shot some guy in a holdup. He was in for a long time and had already served seven years. His name was Durkin and everyone called him Dirk.
The first night I was in there he wanted to suck it for me. "They had me alone for a week," he said. "I'm humpy as a goddam snake."
So I let him have it. He was good too. And while he's doing it some guy in the block calls out:
"Hey Dirk, you got a mouthful?"
So I figured they all knew him. Dirk yells out that he's gettin' it, and they laugh. They know he ain't kidding.
And after he blows me he wants me to bend over. Well, I was expecting that, so I do; he works it in nice and warm and we both enjoy it. I don't mind a good ream job. Dirk was very good. He don't jam it in and root like a hog. He's nice and greasy. It feels great.
Well, I got acquainted with the guys on the block pretty fast. Some of them are shits, and some are pretty good monkeys. There ain't any kinky ones; they keep the psychos somewheres else, thank God. One of them sonsofbitches can fuck up a joint good. 'Course there's some funny ducks-like the old man, Davis, who hasn't got any teeth and is crazy to gum a guy.
Davis sits in the corner-he's just a little guy, about a hunderd pounds soaking wet, gray hair and waits for someone to come over and let him have it.
"Man, I'll gi' you a good 'un," he says, slapping his lips together. "Gum it right out'n you-"
He's crazy for cock. Asks everybody.
They let us visit other cells for a couple hours every afternoon. We play checkers, chess, talk, swap junk, and like that. The screws are easy on us because nobody in the block gives 'em trouble. They don't watch us too close. Well, that's when guys go over and let old Davis suck 'em off. Then he's in seventh heaven.
There's a couple of real fags in the can too, and they have a ball. They're both pretty boys; they spend a lot of time at it, primping. They sell their services, a buck a suck. They got more takers than you'd think. The screws know that they're doing it. They drape a blanket over a two-decker and go around behind it with customers.
If they like you they do it for free. Either end. Any way you want it. I tried them and Dirk was pouting all day.
Then there was Mary. He was a real pretty kid about eighteen, nobody knew his real age, but he looked eighteen. A swish who was always trying to dress like a dame, and who talked like a dame, and walked like a dame. And he sucked like a dame. He had a mop of wig that he wore whenever he could. He made eyes at all the best looking guys and he'd cuddle up to anybody, in a crowd or not, and love 'em up.
Mary told me the screws even let him have a suck now and then.
Everybody let Mary love 'em up. He was a friendly puppy-dog type, wagging his goddam tail, and he'd crawl up in your lap and have your damn cock out before you knew it and he didn't care who watched or anything. A few of the guys would let him suck 'em off right in front of everybody, but most took him into an empty cell.
Dirk was a pretty jealous guy. I was giving it to him every day and he got so he thought I was his. There are a lot of fights in prisons because of jealousy. I've seen plenty. Dirk was jealous of any guy who came over to talk to me. He figured the guy was making a proposition. Some of 'em were.
He didn't mind Mary too much, because Mary was so damn girlish and cute. But he didn't want Mary to drain me either. "Save it for me," he'd tell me. Of course there were guys who didn't fool around; they just did it solo, I suppose. But most of the longer term hoods were all getting it at one end or another. It was common, about ninety-nine percent, I'd say. The guys who were long time cellmates were lovers, you could almost make book on it. Anytime you fool with a guy and his cellmate comes humpin' up, you know they're lovers.
All right, so I didn't stay in stir more'n a year. About a year, I forget now, I wanted to forget.
I got out in the summer. First thing I did was go hunt up a broad and spread her. Man! I wanted a broad so bad I was scratchy. You know what I mean? I found me a doll with red hair and big tits and I give her ten bucks and went to her joint for the night. Well, she didn't think it was gonna be the night, you know? But ten bucks was all I had and I wasn't givin' up that cunt.
"Jezis," she says, "you got to give me more dough, honey. Ten bucks for all night."
"Forget it," I say. 'I'll call my guy-"
"You're callin' nobody," I tell her. I show her a fist and she gets the message. But then I cool it and tell her the straight dope and she ain't a bad joe. She calms the ruffles and we make it OK.
She's the first cunt I had in a year. I had almost forgot what tits are like. Even Mary didn't have tits. He wished he did.
So then I had to make some quick scratch. First a stickup, with no gun. All's I did was go in a store late at night, they're about to close. I grab a bottle, break the end off it and jab the jagged ends into a guy's face. He forgets the score and I walk out with the till.
Nobody hurt. I found out long time ago it's stupid to hurt the mark. You know? Then everybody gets uptight.
So all right, I got a few bucks, and right away I get a car and head someplace. I end up in a town called Chandler, forty thousand maybe, and a grubby skid row where I grab a room for a few bills. So I had a broad, now I get drunk. A real good solid drunk. But I pick the fling point careful, a little joint run by a Mexican named Mac. I never knew a Mexican named Mac before. Anyhow, I threw a good fling; there was a dame in it somewhere, using up my dough, and when I woke up I was in a room with this old broad. She had sunken cheeks, paint a foot thick on them, and flabby tits. Name of Evelyn, she said. Probably used a different name for every guy.
Who cared? She could fuck, and not too sloppy loose.
"I got you outa there, baby," she told me. "You were shootin' your mouth off about hot cars. How long you out?"
"About a week," I told her. "Thanks, honey." She had all the dough that was left. I patted her ass and went on my way.
I went back and looked up Mac. Told him I needed a job or dough, and I didn't need a salary. He called another guy and we had a drink and shot the breeze. So I leveled and we got along good. That week I sold three cars and got me a higher class cunt. Her name was Diane. She was a high yaller and could fuck a guy out of his cotton-picking mind!
She got my loot, so I went back to my real profession: the heist. I made three-four hundred bucks with a wooden gun, and left town.
I rode the bus to the next big town. Arrived at night. So now the wild was out, and I could calm down. I had a couple drinks and this chick slides out of the gloom.
"I'm Betty," she says. And she gives me a couple bumps in the hip with her pussy. I tell her to climb on the next stool.
"What's your specialty?"
She grinned at me, pretty kid, young, blonde and full breasts. She let me see her tongue.
"What's your price range?"
"Well, I like you," she says. "How about ten bucks?"
"Ten fish for a blow job!"
"So OK, I'll throw in a boot, all right?"
I didn't say anything. But I sure liked this one.
She was young and cute, and round. Man, you miss that round look in stir. Mary used to pooch up rags and stick 'em in his shirt, but you grab at 'em and they're just rags, not tits.
I bought her a drink.
"C'mon, we can go to my place."
"You got the clap?"
She got sore and I had to cool her. She was a cute little donkey. So I went with her. I stopped and got a bottle and we had a couple nips on the way. By the time we got to her joint we were pals, and she was rubbing my dong.
She had a one-room joint, cheap apartment, smelled like powder and disinfectant so I spilled some booze on the kitchen area floor. The kitchen was three feet square behind a curtain. The bed took up half the room. As soon as we locked the door she got undressed. Naked.
She had great titties! Great.
So we have a drink-Man! I love to drink with naked broads. You know, squeeze a little tit between sips. Betty was blonde all the way down. Real blonde. I give her ten bucks, then ten more. What the hell, it's only dough.
"Hey, that's better," she says. "I knew you were a right guy."
"That for horny," I told her. "Act like you ain't had a guy for six months."
She came over close-I'm sitting on a chair-and stands in front of me and shakes it. Just a little hip action, you dig? She looked at me under the lashes and moves the ass-sort of humps the old puss at me.
"Unzip it," she says, "see if I can get it up, huh?"
Hell yes, that sounds like fun. I unzip the pants and lay the old whang out. It's about half interested, just getting fat and sassy.
"No hands, baby," she says.
I know she's gonna get it up, but I'm enjoyin' this. She puts her hands behind her head and starts to revolve the hips. I lick my lips, that ass is winkin' at me. She pouts the pussy, in and out, moving it and writhing it and bucking it. Shit, she can make that pussy look up and smile.
About a minute of that great ass action and the pecker starts to stand up. She giggles and keeps writhing. In another minute she is making like fucking right there a foot away and my cock is so hard it hurts.
Then she moves toward me, a little at a time, and moves right up over my legs and pretty soon she is rubbing my dong with the pussy. No hands, pal, no hands.
Of course by this time I am jabbing up with the pecker, tryin' to jab it into her-no hands.
All of a sudden it goes in-and she squeals! It jabs up into her three or four inches. Well, she yells and moves up so it slides out again, wet and shining. I buck and heave, trying to get it back in, but she is wriggling it around something fierce.
Then she tells me to be still-not to move.
So I make like a goddam rock, the pecker sticks up straight, throbbing. She moves in close, legs wide apart, and gets the lips of her snatch around the staff. She has to help a little with her fingers. But then she is kissing the old whang-it's in the slot of her pussy. And she moves up and down, slowly, keeping the cock in the cunt-groove.
My head is only inches away from that wet slit, and I can hear it squish a little as she teases me with it. It feels great.
"That's a lil pussy kiss, baby," she says.
"I like it, I like it-"
"An' here's a little birthday present," she says, and pushes the cock with her fingertip and sits down on it. It goes in to the hair, hot and squirmy. I grab her round little ass in both hands and pull her up close. In a second I'm ramming it up into her. She giggling like a fool, holding me around the neck and bouncing on it. Man! That's the hottest little fucking I had in a hell of a long time!
But I'm on fire, and I don't realize it till zingo! the thing spurts like a firehouse. She's got me all wound up tighter'n a cat's asshole and I can't hold it back. She is a hot little handful and she pulls it out of me. That snatch is a suction pump. Great!
And she don't stop there. I'm jerking and humping and she keeps on with the treatment. The old dong don't even soften up. She is so goddam hot she welds it into one solid piece with her cunt.
I pick her up, without disturbing our attachment, and hop to the bed and flop on her. Her legs wind around me and we get into high, lecherous gear, fucking like foxes. I never had a better ride than that little pussy, Betty what's-her-name.
She all stiffened up and started to gasp, and then she yelled that she's comin'-Man! she came like the eastbound express! There must of been a few grains of TNT in that pussy somewheres. She just exploded. I had a lot of fun holding her down. Who says whores ain't any fun? She was great! I eased her out of it and then we sat up and had a drink and a smoke.
She wanted me to stay in town. "Hey, we'd make a good pair, honey-"
I patted her tits. She was right. But I didn't want to take on a dame just right then. I had to make me a bankroll and a coozie would just be in the way, in case I had to run. Betty wasn't built for speed, she was made for solid comfort.
She snuggled down in my lap and worked the dingus over, and she could suck like a milking machine.
She had me gasping for air. When she got a strangle-hold on that pecker it knew somebody was on the job! Old man Davis could gum a guy so he couldn't hold it back, but Betty did it different. She teased you so much and tantalized you that it just sprayed the south end of town. If she hadn't been in the way I'd have splattered the goddam ceiling.
Well, that fixed me up pretty good. It took a couple hours before I could frig her with it again. When she drained a guy, he stayed dry.
She had a guy, some small timer named Benny who lived off her. Benny had served time, she said. He had been a cheap thief, now he had a couple girls, Betty was one of them. She thought maybe Benny could help me connect. Then I'd stay around.
"I get a charge outa the way you boot me, honey," Yeh, she was a cute trick.
I stuck around and met Benny the next morning. He was a seedy little squirt with eyes like rusty thumbtacks. Betty made us some coffee and eggs and Benny told me the town was pretty tight.
"They got a new mayor and a boy scout for chief. It'll take six months for it to cool down," he said.
"Cool down for what?"
He shrugged at me. "You wanna organize a grift? That's the only dough. Bein' a thief don't pay small time."
It sounded to me like he was telling me to move on. But I had a little dough, so I decided to see the town and decide for myself. There might be possibilities.
Betty crawled into bed to get some shut-eye and I went out to rent a car. I took the day looking over the town. There were some factories that looked interesting. I even made some sketches of the layouts because the most promising was all out in the open and even had signs on the buildings. It's terrible when they advertise to crooks where the payroll is.
I turned in the car and went back to Betty's place and knocked. Benny grunted from inside: "Who's zere?"
I told him who I was. He grunted again and said he was balling her and to wait. I had a cigarette and after a bit he came and opened the door. Betty was sitting on the bed in a thin little robe with most of her tits sticking out. She winked at me.
I sat on the bed beside her and told Benny what I'd seen. "The joint is askin' to be took. Three guys, maybe four, could take it."
Benny wet his lips and looked at me without saying nothing. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked like a lemon with worries. Nothing. Bland face.
Finally he just shook his. head. "You count me out, pal."
So I shrugged and looked at her. She mouthed 'wait' and then got up and poured us drinks. Finally Benny says he knew somebody.
"Johnny Flynn, he might be interested."
"How'd I see him?"
"I'll fix it. Where you stayin'?"
Betty said, "Hey, whyn't you buy me t'night, honey? You gotta have a joint anyway, why not stay here?"
I looked at her. She was easy to look at. Benny just picked his teeth and stared out the window.
"Yeh, OK," I said and she smiled.
Benny powdered when he finished his cigarette. She locked the door behind him. "He's scared of the job," she said.
"Ok, he don't have to go."
"Last time in the can they beat him up pretty bad. He don't want to go back. Don't blame him, honey."
"Shit, I don't care." I got a hand up her leg. "Who's this Johnny Flynn?"
"A dumb, fuckin' drunk," she said.
I looked at her in surprise.
"Oh, he'll be OK on the job, I guess. You got to keep him off the giggle-juice, but he's a no-good."
I decided to wait and see. I got my hand up her leg as far as it would go, and then with a handful of pussy I forgot the heist job.
She yanked the robe off and jumped on me. She was eager and boiling. "Benny, he's got a cock like a ball point pen," she said. "He gets me all worked up and runs outa ink."
So I fed her some male. She giggled and bounced and screamed, and offered to give me my dough back in the morning.
You can't do better than that.
Well, Johnny Flynn turned out to be one of them black Irishmen with the disarming smile and the sparkle in the eye. Benny introduced us in Johnny's car on a side street, then Benny ducked out.
Johnny said, "We better go over to my joint and talk."
I told him what I had in mind on the way, and told him a little of my background, just so he'd know I been around a little.
His joint was a rented house in a run-down district. It was a smallish place, six rooms and a garage. His wife was a small girl with eyes like saucers, pretty and dark. She also had tits; Johnny told me she was a great cook, and fucked him silly. She didn't look like she knew what a cock was. She sat and looked at us while we talked, and got up for drinks now and then. She kept our glasses filled and the ashtrays emptied.
Johnny liked the idea. He knew the factory, the Benroy Company. "They make plastic equipment," he said. "I knew a guy used to work there. They pay on Friday."
I said it would be handy if we could get some new info on the joint-if we knew somebody who worked in the office.
"I know a little mouse who works there," Johnny said, looking at his wife. "You remember me telling you about Tim's girl-what's 'er-name-Shirley? Well, she works there I think."
"Look her up," I said.
"I think I can do better'n that," Johnny grinned. "I betcha I can get in 'er panties. A couple drinks and a good boff and she'll tell me ever'thing we wanna know."
He said it in front of her, and she didn't bat an eye. Some wife.
So we had a drink on that. Then another. Then some supper and they made me stay. Then some more drinks. By the middle of the evening Johnny was flying and feeling no pain. Rose kept feeding him drinks when he demanded them, not arguing at all. I never saw a wife like her. No nagging, man.
He forgot I was there too. In the shank of the evening he started to take her clothes off in the middle of the room. "Jus' a lil boff, honey-" And she didn't object to that either. And she was mostly sober.
I was pretty damn surprised about the whole thing. She let him undress her, and just smiled at me now and then. She was made real sweet. Red-nippled titties like ripe cherries! He laid her on the couch and practically fell on her. She took the weenie and put it in the bun and her legs went up around him. She smiled sweetly at me while he screwed her.
He never did finish. He fell asleep in the doing of it. She just petted him. I asked her if she wanted me to help and she nodded. I got him off her and toted him to the bedroom. I dropped him on the bed and went back for her. She was waiting for me. She hadn't moved.
So I dropped my pants and she giggled when she saw it. He was right. She was a great screw.
Different from Betty too. She had a way of grabbing the old whang inside and squeezing it. Not too many dames can do that good.
"My cousin taught me that," she said.
"Girl cousin?"
"Boy cousin. We usta do it every Sunday after church."
We fucked all night, off and on. With Johnny snoring in the bed beside us. He had a terrible head in the morning, and she was very loving. What a wife.
Johnny and I began planning the payroll holdup very seriously. Johnny met the doll who worked in the office and romanced her. She turned out to be a plain little thing, not much in the tit department, and Johnny complained constantly about having to do it.
"She don't know nothing!" he'd yell. "I take her out, kiss her till she gets hot and she won't fuck!"
"How about info?" Me and Rose sit there and have to listen to his raving.
"Hell, I can't ask her stuff alla time," he says. "What'll that look like? I gotta screw around, feel 'er up, play with them flat tits-"
But he did find out things, despite his problems with her morals. We found out that the payroll was delivered every month on the Wednesday before the first Friday. A lot of the dough was in cash. We could expect about twenty thousand in cash, the rest was checks.
Johnny was happy as hell the first time she gave in. He came in late one night. Me and Rose were in bed, and she was giving me a delicious blow.
He was listing a little with too many drinks. "It's gonna be downhill from now on," he said, chortling. "She spread 'em and I socked her for two hours straight. When I took 'er home she was ready to buy us a ticket for South America. That's the mos' cunt-happy dame in town-"
He got his clothes off and fell into bed and tried to get on Rose. She helped him get it in her, then he went off to sleep. I rolled him off and she went back to blowing me.
She reminded me of Mary the way she went after it. I wondered if her cousin had taught her that too.
She said no, she learned it in high school. "Ever'body has to make the oral scene."
"The oral scene?"
She giggled, "That's what they call it. A guy calls for a date and asks you if you're oral-which means that you'll wind up blowing him and him you. If you're not oral you don't go."
"Did you go a lot?"
She smiled at me. "Whadda you think, honey?"
So OK, we got a scene, part of a plan, now we need guys. I figure four tops, depending on the plan we come up with. Johnny Flynn knows another guy.
"Rufe is our guy. He's solid, tough, and he done this here before."
"Yeh? Record?"
Johnny nods. "I think so. He don't talk about it much. I'll get him over here."
Rufe turned out to be a mild-looking sparse haired guy-with a leggy black-haired chick for a wife. Name of Cleo. It was Johnny's idea to throw a little party so we could all get acquainted; and probably so he could get drunk at home.
Rose tells me to pull all the drapes and watch Johnny because he'll wander outside when he gets loaded and go for a walk. She don't want him to. He gets lost, or hurts himself. She don't mind him getting loaded at all.
Rufe is the quiet sort, he don't make much noise and at first I figure he's just a country boy, because I forget that Johnny had told me he's got a record. He sure doesn't look tough.
Cleo is a kind of loudmouth for a girl, maybe she does all the talking for both of them. But I liked her OK, she had the equipment to like. Low cut dress and lots of cleavage. When she bends over she shows 'em down to the nipples. Rose is wearing a sweater with nothing on under it, so the tits bounce around a lot. It sure bothers me.
We started late, maybe ten bells in the evening, and Johnny had a few before they showed up. He was sailing pretty good. We had some records on and Johnny started out dancing with Cleo, and her yelling and hopping around showing her legs and bouncing them damn tits. She had a good time at it. Rufe just sat back and grinned at them.
Like I say, I figured Rufe for a slow country boy. It shook me up to see Rufe and Rose dance one turn around the floor and head for the bedroom.
Johnny didn't even look around. Cleo winked at me and kept dancing with him which was interesting to watch because of the way she massaged him with her pussy.
When I went to the kitchen to make new drinks, I looked into the bedroom. They didn't notice me; they were whapping asses on the bed. Rufe had it up her a yard.
I made the drinks and went back in with them and Johnny was on Cleo. They were making the couch bounce. Cleo looked at me over his back and it didn't faze her. Her legs were up and he was screwing like this is Be Kind To Cunt Week.
I stood there, watching and drinking and Cleo blew me a kiss. I went back to the kitchen and had a smoke and let the old weenie out of prison because he was trying to punch a hole in my pants.
What surprised me next was that Johnny shot his load, and I guess Rufe did the same thing, because pretty soon Johnny and Cleo are up and chattering again, and in a little bit Rose and Rufe come out of the bedroom and no one says anything at all ... about that.
Rose came over and sat by me and patted my hand. She knew I had seen her. "Don't gimme those dead-fish eyes," she said.
"Lissen, I didn't know this was a wife-swap," I said. "I didn't bring a wife."
"We're just havin' fun."
"He an old friend?"
"Yeah, sort of. Cleo too."
"How 'bout me?"
She smiled, looking at me with those big eyes. She was a mighty cute little piece. "Make your own scene, darling."
Well, I had it hard for her. And I confess I was sure interested in Cleo and those long legs. We had more drinks and the dancing got less dance and more dry fuck. Every time I danced with Cleo I had a hard-on that would chip granite. And I couldn't keep her from reaching down and massaging it either.
She'd grab it and yell, "Lookit I got!"
And then she'd try to unzip it. She got Johnny unzipped and his big dong hung out, and then she pulled up her skirt and the two of them stood in the middle of the room poking at each other and laughing fit to kill. She'd lift her leg and tell him to take careful aim-and the rest of us would cheer him.
I looked over at Rufe while this was going on and he had his hand up under Rose's sweater.
Johnny got pretty serious about trying to get it in her, and held her down on a chair and kept poking and jabbing it while she squealed. Her legs were up over the arms of the chair, with him in front, and he got it in of course. I could tell by the expression of her face when it slid in her.
Well, Johnny did his machine-gun act right then and there. I never seen a guy jab a dame with it so hard and fast. He got it in to the hair every jab. Cleo's mouth was round as her eyes and she just hung onto the chair and let it come.
Nobody was hiding nothing with this job. Johnny and Cleo were fucking right out in the open. They didn't give a shit who saw 'em. And it was like that was the signal. Because Rufe just laid Rose on the couch and swept her skirt up. Her legs were around him in a minute and he was jumping her as hard as Johnny was.
I stood in the kitchen door and watched 'em go. They were having fun. Rose was looking at me over Rufe's back. She waggled her fingers at me. She was a picture, legs around him, writhing like a wild snake, and I knew she was loving every goddam stroke. By then I knew that she was that kind of doll. She was a little thing with a big innocent, sweet look-but she'd fuck anything that had a pecker.
It looked to me like them two had swapped wives before. I sure felt like the fifth wheel.
Of course Johnny couldn't keep up that hot prong jazzing. He was too far gone. Cleo was pulling at him and whispering to him-but he began to slip. He meant well, but the booze was stronger than him. It curled up his toes and he went under. He slipped out of her pussy and crumpled up on the floor, out cold.
Rufe and Rose just looked at him; he said something to her and she laughed, but they didn't stop humping for a second.
Then I saw Cleo looking at me. I was standing in the door, like I say. She got off the chair and hiked her skirt up around her waist and tucked it in and came across the room to me. I backed into the kitchen and she came after and pushed the pussy against me and kept pushing.
"Don't that give you no ideas?"
I said it did. I sure liked what she was doing, and she was drunk-happy, horny drunk. Her eyes seemed out of focus.
"Well, you sonofabitch, fuck me-"
I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed, she landed legs spread. Then I started getting out of my pants, taking off shoes, and like that. She squirmed around and dived at me, all in a big, fat flurry, giggling and having a hell of a time. She got my fly open and clawed the old whang out. I'm trying to get my goddam shoes off and she's eating me. Man! She's eating it like it was the best fuggin' baloney in the delicatessen, with mustard and brandy sauce.
Finally I just let her go at it and lay back and to hell with the shoes an' pants. I swear she can blow tunes on it.
"Let it go, baby-" she keeps saying. "Let it go, baby-"
So I figured she and Rufe do it this way a lot. She is pitted enough to think I'm Rufe.
The room is dark, but there's enough light for me to watch her technique. It fascinates me to see that big long pecker disappearing and reappearing like that. And she can squeeze too, 'course she helps a little with her hand, with the other one squeezing my balls.
And I blow my wad! I woulda blew the fuckin' roof off if she hadn't been in the way. She caught the whole load in her teeth and it don't faze her a second. She just gulps air and keeps pulling on it. Man! I'm writhing and squirming all over the bed, and she hangs on and squeezes it all out of me.
She is great. She doesn't stop there like a lot of dames. She keeps sucking and pulling-somebody taught her right-and tapers me off real good. It takes a while. I don't care how long it takes. Right then a year sounds about it.
The next thing I know she is naked. She crawls up over my limp body, rubbing herself every inch of the way, and feeds me titties. One after the other, and back again. I am almost too blowed to do her a hell of a lot of good that way.
But then she keeps crawling, and in a minute I have a mouthful of cunt. She sits on my face and rocks the pussy to me. She is hot and itchy. She tastes like a salty herring, and she stabs me with the clit. When I grab it between my lips she yells. But she don't move away a millionth of an inch.
When she comes she almost smothers me because she gets so excited she forgets. She goes into a riot and falls forward on her face and gives me a chance to squirm out from under. The both of us lay there like a couple of potted plants. And fall asleep.
Rose woke me a long time later-almost morning. I was dimly aware that Rufe and Cleo hit the breeze and that Rose had crawled in bed with me. She crawled on top and undulated too. She was a cute little pussy.
I'm blowed if she wasn't.
We took pictures of the Benroy Buildings, driving by in a car and snapping them, and timed the employees. Our plan was pretty simple, just a plain holdup, but we didn't want to be surprised by anything. You can't be too goddam careful.
We also set a date. Johnny was the driver, the wheelman, me and Rufe were going into the joint. We figured two guys could do it. I bought some ordinary kids' masks for us to wear, and some plastic guns to use. The guns they make for toys these days are great. Dillinger got out of the hoosegow, they say, with a soap-carving.
Johnny was also supposed to steal a car the night before. He said he could do it with no trouble. We planned a route-that's the important part. The getaway. We had it planned to stash Johnny's car in a certain place where the switch couldn't be seen easy.
Rufe worried me a little bit. The more I got to know him, the more I worried. All he talked about was dames. Johnny drank too much, sure. But Rufe was a kind of a weirdo. Nothing but pussy on his mind.
The planning threw us together a lot, and Rufe was at Johnny's house almost every day. And every day he was there, he managed to get the old dingdong into Rose.
She would just shrug and say nothing when I asked her. Johnny knew it too, but he couldn't or wouldn't, do anything about it. We needed Rufe. I wondered about Cleo, some life.
Johnny kept seeing the little broad from the Benroy office. We had about all we needed from her, but he told me she was laying real good and he just hated to give it up.
We put the date for a Thursday afternoon. We had dry runs, and everything went OK. We knew the office layout and where the dough was kept. None of us had been in the office, but we had a very good idea of it. According to Johnny's girlfriend, nobody went into the place much so we shouldn't be surprised by sudden visitors, and anyhow there must be a door we could lock for a moment.
The room we wanted was upstairs, an inside stairway.
Johnny could tool the car into the lot almost in front of the stairway door. There was a man in a little check shack, but Johnny thought we could bluff him easy, this wasn't a security-happy joint after all.
Johnny had a gift of gab, and neither me or Rufe doubted he could. Johnny said we'd pretend we're making a delivery.
I was nervous the night before. Johnny drank too much and we put him to bed early. Rose and I sat for a long time, talking about what we were gonna do with our share of the take. She wanted to head for the coast, to San Francisco. I told her I was gonna head east and have some fun in the big towns.
We went for a walk, it was sorta cold out, but not bad with topcoats. There was a half moon and it wasn't dark, not too dark. The neighborhood was quiet, pretty late, and we just walked and walked. We didn't even talk, just smoked and walked. I figured this was the last night I'd spend in this burg.
We came to a little park, a place where kids play, with iron swings and stuff; and walked through it. Rose stopped in a little grove of trees and put her arms around my neck.
"I'm gonna miss you-"
"Yeh, me too."
She pushed the pussy at me. "How 'bout it, honey, one last time?"
So I sat her on the side of a teeter-totter and fed it to her. We teetered for an hour and tottered home. She was a real honey.
We all got together for lunch and went over the thing one more time. Hell, there wasn't that much to it. I guess we were nervous. The thing that worried me most of all was getting out afterwards. I still thought we could have worked that out better. My plan was to cut for the railroad and take a train east. The railroad was at the edge of town; I could steal a car and drive to one of the stations the next day, I thought.
At a quarter to two we were on the way to the plant. Johnny was right, when we turned in, the guard looked up and Johnny yelled that we had a delivery for Accounting, and the guy just waved at us and went back to his newspaper. Johnny parked in front of the stair door and said. "Good luck." He kept the engine running.
Me and Rufe went up the stairs, and put the masks on at the top. We took the toy guns out and walked into the room.
It was a smallish place, with four desks, a lot of filing cabinets, some shelves and a large safe in the wall. The safe was standing open.
There were three women and one guy, a little gnome-like baldy sitting at a corner desk. One of the women screamed and keeled over when she saw us. The other two stiffened up. The little guy stared and his glasses fell down his nose. He was pale when I shoved the gun at him and told him to reach.
Rufe made a bee line for the guy, so I ran to the safe. I opened a door and the stacks of money stared back at me. I never seen so much dough in my life.
We had some sacks with us an : started filling one and looking around for Rufie had the little bald guy lying on the floor, I didn't know if he'd hit him or not, but he looked limp.
But the thing that shook me up was that Rufe was raping one of the girls!
Man! I really stood and stared! The sonofabitch! He had this broad on the floor, arid she was scared silly, with her legs in the air and him pumping her. She was so scared she couldn't make a sound.
That was the last thing I had ever expected. For a minute I didn't know what the hell to do. Somebody could come in any second, and hell, I couldn't take care of them. All I could see was prison bars in front of my face. Just because of Rufe and his goddam cock.
I ran over and slugged him with a telephone receiver off the nearest desk. He crumpled up and the girl suddenly began to scream. I was so goddam mad I could have mashed his fuggin' head in.
But the screaming woke me. I abandoned the dough and everything and just scooted down the stairs as fast as I could go. There was shouting behind me and a window broke. Someone yelled out the window.
Johnny Flynn got the wind up, gunned the car and left me running across the yard after him. The cops had me in minutes."
CHAPTER EIGHT
There follows an account of Miles Everette's term in prison, and of subsequent problems. Trouble dogged him; he believed it was bad luck, but his attitude worsened as he grew older.
We will jump to a later period, for the purposes of this account, and examine his feelings after his marriage with Alice.
MILES EVERETTE:
"I married Alice when I was thirty-four, and I didn't have a dime. She was working and I was looking. You know, look for an hour and if you don't find nothing, have a beer. Nobody wants an ex-con. With my trade-armed robber.
There wasn't much of a program to help us cons either then. We were pretty much on our own; get a job or go back to the old standby, and wind up back in the can. That was the pattern. You can bet a hatful I cased plenty of marks, thinking how easy it would be to raise a little dough in some dark spot with a simulated gun.
Alice was great. "If you don't find a job today, don't worry," she'd say. "I know you'll get one-"
She never nagged me. That means a lot to a guy. She was aces, and I sure loved her. She was a little younger than me, light brown hair and a good figure. She was proud of her shape and tried to keep it, you know, a lot of dames let themselves go after they hook a guy, but not Alice.
Sure, Alice had her faults, even me, I had some. She loved a good party, a little drink and some dancing. She got a big kick out of dancing, still does.
Not that it's a fault, I don't really mean that, but she loved a good time, and she wanted me to forget my troubles and have a good time too. Well, she was a hell of a great lay. When I was feeling extra down, she'd come in with nothing much on and just squirm all over me till I got it hot for her-even if I didn't feel like it she could change my mind in a damn hurry. And I'd wind up screwing her on the couch, the floor, or anywhere else handy. She just wanted me to be happy and that's the fastest way, she always said.
Yeah, I sure loved her.
Well, I knew that Alice had had a life before I met her. She had friends, and she introduced me to some of them. Her closest friends were Denny and his wife Aggie. Aggie's name was Agatha, but no one called her that but her mother.
The first time I met Denny and Aggie I wasn't much impressed, but then I only saw them for a short time; I couldn't see that they were much and couldn't understand what Alice saw in them:
Denny was short and sparse haired with pale eyes. He looked like a harmless teddy bear. Aggie was a orange-haired dame with a nice pair of legs and a school-teacher look, I thought.
Well, looks are deceiving, as any con man can tell you.
About two months after we were married, I came home one afternoon, and for some reason I came in the back door. We had a very small place, front room and kitchen, bath and closet, that's all. We slept in the front room on a divan that folded out.
Denny and Alice were naked on the bed, and he was fucking her about as hot as you can get.
I stood in the middle of the kitchen for long minutes staring at them. At first I wanted to go in and break his goddam back. But I controlled my temper. I don't know how. But I did, and after a bit Alice saw me standing there.
She didn't stop making it with him, but she waved at me with her fingers. Just like they were drinking tea.
Well, I turned on my heel and went out. I went down to the nearest saloon and had a few drinks. Then a few more. And when some broad gave me the eye I took her out to her car and tried to get on her. Drunk and all. She wanted it, but I was too goddam drunk to do her much good. She finally shoved me out of the car and drove off.
I laid in the parkway for a long time, cock hanging out and all. Some guy came out of the saloon and stumbled over me finally and kicked me on the soles till I sat up. I staggered home and Alice put me to bed.
In the morning she told me that she and Denny were very good and old friends, and that hadn't been the first time-and wouldn't be the last.
She wasn't telling me to like it or else, she was just telling me the way things were. It took me a little time to figure that out. And to help me figure, she invited Denny and Aggie to come over that night.
I was a tough boy, and I could have busted Denny into several shreds with either hand-and he was a little scared I might, I could tell. But Alice asked me to listen to her, and them. And she told me how long they had known each other, and it made me feel a little like a newcomer. Even if I was her husband.
It was like they were a family ... a husband and two wives. Now they wanted me to be a second husband. Well, I've been in some nice hot threesomes and like that, but I was leery of this.
Until Aggie came over and began showing me her stuff. She was a lot of woman, up close. She had cat eyes, sort of green and murky and when she got real close and just burshed her lips over mine I could feel John perk his head up. I could feel her kiss in my balls.
Alice and Denny were sitting there sipping drinks and smiling at us. I mean-there was nowhere to go in that little apartment. Unless you went into the bathroom and shut the door, you couldn't get more than a few feet away.
I got the pitch all right. Aggie was gonna soften me up ... for a party. A free-for-all sex party.
So I had to make up my mind in a damn big hurry. Did I want to go along with this stuff or did I want to cut out? If I cut out it would probably mean that me and Alice would split sooner or later.
Did I want Alice bad enough to have her on them terms-with another guy booting her too? Some decision.
Aggie crawled up in my lap, I was in the only big chair we had. I could smell her perfume-it fogged my brain all right-and I could smell her. It seemed like I could smell her. The animal smell of a woman who wants humping.
Denny said, "Lemme freshen up them drinks," and he and Alice went out to the kitchen. I knew they were just trying to make things easy for me. I could hear them laughing and chattering and clinking the glasses and stuff.
Aggie was breathing in my ear, nibbling on it and running her hot little tongue into it-that drives me up the wall anyway. I was so goddam hot my pants were scorching. I knew she could feel the dong she was sitting on. She couldn't have helped feeling it. Hell, it seemed to me they could feel it out in the kitchen.
"Relax, honey," Aggie whispered to me. Man, I was awful tense. I was in the middle of the decision.
Her lips closed over mine and she guided my hand-it didn't seem like she guided it, but if she didn't the hand went there all by itself-so that I had a moist handful of soft titty. All she had on was her blouse, nothing under it. She moved her hips over my dong, kissed me like I was outward bound and never coming back and I lost all caring. Man! I wanted this female more'n I ever wanted a dame while I was in jail!
And I knew I could have her. Right then and there if I wanted. She was laying it all out for me. Free pussy. For some damn reason that song came back and went running through my heated brain:
Mama's in the parlour/daddy's in jail/sister's on the corner shoutin'/pussy for sale.
Somebody turned a radio on, and out of my dim consciousness I knew that Alice and Denny were dancing in the kitchen. I kept going under with Aggie's crazy, wild kisses. Now and then we came up for air and went back again. I was punching a hole in her with my cock. It must have hurt. She kept squirming over it.
Then she reached down for it.
About the time her hand closed over it I knew I had made up my mind-and all of a sudden it all seemed very natural, me screwing Aggie and Denny screwing Alice. It's amazing how a guy can make himself believe anything he wants to.
Aggie stopped kissing me long enough to move so she could get a good cock hold. After all, she's wadded up in my lap. She got my pants unzipped and the thing jumped out enough to scare anyone who wasn't ready for it. But she is. She just takes it in her hand and begins to make me do nip-ups. And while we're not kissing for a minute, I can look into the kitchen which is only a few feet away.
Denny and Alice are dancing all right, but her legs are around him and they're doing most of the dancing with their asses. She has a very pretty bare ass.
The next thing, Aggie is straddling me. I didn't expect it because I kept thinking we ought to go over and lay on the couch. But anyhow, she is straddling me and still mauling the old whang. Then I see her look at me with a kind of funny far-off stare, her tongue licks at the corner of her mouth-and I feel her push my cock. It suddenly went in her. It was suddenly warm and tight. She bit her lip and sat down hard, and the cock speared her. It just slipped in warm and squirmy right to the curly hairs.
Aggie sucked in her breath and giggled at me.
Then she opened her blouse and shook them two big tits at me. I looked at the round, red nipples and pulled her up close. I buried my head between them and started bucking up with the cock and licking the tits. Eevrything else just went away for a while.
I remember I was thinking that I didn't want to hurt her-I'm so goddam hard and she's so soft, but the way she writhed and caressed me I knew she wanted it hard.
She was having a hell of a good time.
Somewhere along in there, I saw Denny and Alice run in and flop on the couch in front of us. The lights were low and I wasn't paying much attention, but I knew there was an awful flurry over there. I got a glimpse or two of heaving bare fannies and kicking legs, but Aggie kept me so goddam busy-she was on fire!
The room began to smell like a whorehouse on dollar day. Frantic, hot bodies give off a real musky smell when they're in a close space. And that apartment was like a closet. Hell, I could have reached out and patted Denny on the butt.
I heard Alice make the same kind of sounds she makes when I'm booting her and she's gonna let go. I even watched her when she came. She closed her eyes and smiled and writhed like a belly dancer with stomach pains. It made me hotter just to see her enjoy it.
And Aggie didn't fool around either. She wanted to get a cuntfull as fast as possible and the way she squirmed over me would make a sultan blush. She made herself come, hissing and panting and humping desperately. I just held her ass with both hands and kept her on the spike. She got so wild she might have lost it and then she'd have screamed.
I looked around her, holding her and moving the old dong just enough, while she began to cool it a little, and was surprised. Denny was down between Alice's thighs, keeping her alive with a little oral teasing. She loves that anyway, and he was just keeping her orgasm hopping and popping. I liked it that he was being good to her. I guess he'd had a lot of practice. He knew just what she wanted ... and needed.
That was the thing about Alice; she had a very warm, loving nature. She needed a lot of physical loving. I think she needed it more than Aggie did. Aggie just loved to fuck. She didn't need it, if you know what I mean. She could get along without it-as I found out when I knew her better. She never refused it, but there were times when she didn't care. Alice always cared.
Alice always slept naked, and every night that we've been married Alice has wanted loving. Maybe she don't get screwed every night, but she gets kissed and cuddled, and if I'm too tired to boot her, she'll kiss it for me. And I couldn't count the times I've woke up in the night with Alice sucking it busily.
Especially when she's in her period. Then I get sucked every night. And sometimes in the afternoon too, because she's especially humpy then.
Well, anyway, Denny put the bed down, the folding bed. And after Aggie had calmed down, I carried her and laid her on it beside Alice. Then I got undressed and took the rest of her clothes off. Alice and Denny were already naked. And the four of us lay there and screwed for a long time. You know, a little, then talk, and a little more-maybe Alice comes, or Aggie does-and then some more talk.
At first it was funny for me to be laying a dame and talking to another couple doing the same damn thing, and talking about birthdays or what somebody said somewhere-or Aggie would tell Denny how good I felt in her and like that. Me and Denny tried to give the girls orgasms, and then Aggie got close, then Denny and Alice too would lean over and kiss her and diddle her while I'm pumping like crazy. And the same for Alice.
A hot little fuck-in. Me and Denny tried not to boot it because then we were through for a little while.
We'd have a few drinks when someone booted one, and relax, trying to make the whole party last a long time. We changed off too, each of us booting our own wives, then changing back.
After they left to go home, Alice was especially loving to me. She sure wanted me to like them. Of course by then I thought Aggie was the greatest-after Alice. But I still didn't see what she saw in Denny.
"He's so sweet, honey," she said. "He always wants me to have fun, and sort of nurses me along-some guys just get the gun off and that's all."
I knew about that. I'd have wives complain to me. Their husbands didn't care about nothing but shooting the wad, then to sleep.
"Denny works it real good too," Alice whispered to me. "He isn't as big as you, but he can diddle with it till I wanna scream."
Well, so that was the first time. Now I knew a lot more about Alice.
I got a job driving a delivery wagon then, it didn't pay much, but it was pay. And now and then when I was close to home I could run in and if Alice was home we could tear off a piece. Lots of times I worked evenings, overtime was what I wanted.
The first evening I ran in from the job and found Alice naked on the bed with Denny it shook me. It had been three weeks since the party. She knew I was shook, and she made Denny get off her: "If you don't want me to, I won't-"
I had to sort of adjust. Remembering Aggie.
She came over and slipped her arms around me. I'm looking over her shoulder at Denny, and his naked prong sticking up.
So I told her, no, to go ahead.
"You can stay and watch if you want-"
I said I'd beat it. So she kissed me and I slid out-pausing at the door to watch Denny getting on her again.
I went out into the night with the picture of her taking that whang and me driving a fuckin' truck while another guy-Well, that's the way the game is played.
But that evening I dropped by Denny and Aggie's place. She was putting that gummy crap on her face that the women love-but she took it all off and I boffed her good and solid ... made her squeal for it.
I wonder what Denny said when she told him I'd been there and left a delivery in his wife's pussy.
After I got the job things began to look up. I got another job offer inside a month, working in a carpentry shop. It paid more. I was still trying to get placed with an electronics firm, but at first nothing.
But we had a little more dough. We bought a car, and then we could get out once in a while. Denny and Aggie had a larger joint than ours, so we got to going over there on Friday nights and spending the weekends. We'd get a bottle, get loaded and boot the girls and all of us crawl into bed together.
That's when Denny and Aggie showed the kinky side. The more they had to drink, the more they wanted to fool around with the tricky sex stuff. You know, doing it four-way and tricky fuck-sucks. I was surprised too, because Alice went right along with it. She seemed to enjoy it. Jesus, they did stuff that I hadn't seen outside of jail-four people mutually licking, I mean.
One night we got pretty drunk and I sort of came out of it finding myself in bed with Aggie. But no Alice or Denny. Aggie was out cold.
I got up and went into the living room, but nobody. The light was on in the bathroom, so I straggled in there, and so help me, both of them were in the shower, giggling like a couple of damn kids. I opened the shower door and they didn't even notice me. Denny was busy pissing up her ass. And she was egging him on to do it.
Another time, somewhere in the middle of an evening, Alice went down on Denny-with us sitting there and petting her as she did it. And when he blew it, Alice caught the whole load, then got up and she and Aggie went into a long, deep kiss and they transferred Denny's wad and Aggie gulped it down. They thought that was the cat's meow. Aggie did it to me later-and transferred it to Alice. That's what I mean by kinky stuff. They did that just for kicks, not because it felt good or anything. Just because it was kinky.
Another thing, the anal bit, wasn't so kinky maybe, to me, because everybody in jail did it up the ass. I'd had it that way a thousand times. And gave it too. Alice and Aggie both thought that was kicks. It was different, I guess.
But one night when we were all plastered, Aggie wanted Denny to ream me ... or me him. They thought that would be a blast. When I put goo on my dong and made Denny bend over and take it, I thought Aggie would cream, just watching. She got a hell of a charge out of seeing us bugger.
Denny and Aggie weren't the only friends that Alice had, of course. I met several others, and one particular couple-I didn't like them too much. They were a couple of drunks. I haven't got nothing against drunks, but this couple got kind of nasty sometimes.
Their names were Liz and Richard, but certain close friends called him Big Dick. He had a big one.
I guess the reason I didn't like him too much was that he was one of them shots who like to get it in as many dames as they can, like a game. He used to brag a lot, even in front of the women, how many pussies had opened up for him. Liz would sit and giggle at him. Alice just shrugged at me.
Liz drank all the time. I don't believe I ever saw her dead sober. She stayed sort of half shot all the time. "Things look better that way," she told me once.
So I figure she was running out on something, but ain't all of us?
I heard about them, Liz and Dick, before I met them, and Alice arranged a get-together for one night, and I think she tried to warn me about him. She made me promise I wouldn't slug him or nothing.
They came to our place about an hour before midnight, and both of them had had their share. Dick was booze-happy and Liz was woozy. When they came in we didn't spend much time on introductions.
"We come to fuck, huh kiddies?" Dick said and he grabbed Alice right away and ran his hands up under her skirt. Liz stumbled over to me, giggling and trying to open her dress. Then she grabbed my cock and dingdonged it; they didn't fool around, no wasted time. I just looked at Alice and she gave me one of them warning looks like: You promised you wouldn't get sore-so I just stood there and watched Big Dick fall on her. Her ass was on the couch and he stumbled and fell in front of her and got her legs spread. I saw the big dick come out and go into her. He was humping like there was no damn tomorrow in seconds.
He wasn't hurting her at all; I could tell by her actions that he was getting it deep, she liked it, so I didn't do nothing. You don't expect a guy to come into the house and be sprawled on top of your wife in a couple of minutes, boffing her. But of course he wasn't no stranger to her. They had done that a lot before.
Liz had my cock out in her hand in no time, jazzing it and rubbing herself on me. "I wantcha feat me," she kept saying, "I wancha feat me-"
I took her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and took my pants off. When I tried to get on her she wriggled around and wanted to play mouth games.
"You eat me, an' I'll eat you," she insisted. Drunk or not, she knew what she wanted. She pulled her dress of! and showed me a pair of very pretty tits. I could hear the couch bouncing from the other room, and I wanted some of that. I pushed her down and made a bee-line for her pussy, but she was a real eel. The first thing I knew it was down her throat.
That relaxed me, she went after it hot and hard. Then I rolled onto my back and with a swirl she was on me and that slippery gash was right in my face. She just sat on me and rubbed it on my mouth. So, what the hell, I stuck my tongue in her and she shifted into high gear. She frigged me with her lips and frigged herself on my mouth. I hardly had to do anything. A pretty wild dame.
And I didn't last too long. I was in a pretty horny mood, and she made me shoot the works ... which she took in stride. Hell, drunk or not, she was just as good a cocksucker as Alice.
When it went soft, though, she turned around and straddled my face and sort of did the hula on my lips. And in the middle of it, Dick and Alice came in and went to work beside us.
Dick was not in real good form though, because he was soused and couldn't keep with it. When Liz erupted she practically passed out, so I carried her in and put her on the couch, then I rolled Dick off Alice and he just lay there on his back and whooshed like a whale on the beach while Alice and I had our fun.
So, like I say, my first meeting with them didn't impress me much.
Big Dick was a real sonofabitch too, picking up girls. He would cruise the streets sometimes and pick up dames just for kicks. Shortly after I first met him, he had some cop trouble because he picked up a dame and drove her some miles out of town and raped her when she wouldn't give in easy. The girl got a lawyer and went to the cops and was able to point him out. Liz gave him an alibi, and Dick got some proof together that the girl was a whore and that's all that saved him. He created enough doubt.
I know about that because I've done the same goddam thing-a couple times. Only I kept going and didn't give the dame a chance to get me into court.
I never have raped no kids or no dames who didn't ask for it-you know how a dame will tease you and they seem to get a kick out of saying 'no', some of them. Well, those are the kind it's a pleasure to stick it into-either end, or both.
But to get back to Liz and Big Dick, she knew what he was doing all right. And she didn't care much. Liz was all cunt. She didn't have no redeeming features like Alice did. She wanted fun and nothing else. So hell, I don't mind a dame who likes it, don't get me wrong. I just found out that it's more fun when there's some real affection there.
Me and Alice gradually stopped seeing them, Liz and Big Cock. We never called them and they got to coming to our joint less and less. When they did come it was just for sex. And they were usually drunk, or Liz was. I was glad to see the last of them.
About six months after we saw them the last time, Alice got a call from Liz one afternoon. Liz wanted us to give Dick an alibi because he'd got himself in some more girl trouble, this time a teenage girl. Liz was almost sober over it.
Alice told her we wouldn't do it, so that's the very last we ever heard of them.
Yes, we're still swapping, but only with a couple or so, close friends. We don't belong to no clubs or organizations. And we're not looking for new members, you dig? We got our own private club and it's all we need.
This swap thing is tricky, depending on who and what you are. Me, an ex-jailbird, I got to be careful. The cops are looking sometimes for a reason to land on me. Not all of them are bastards, but there's always one. And one is enough. I don't want to go back to jail if I can help it.
A lot of guys thrive on jail-type ass, but for me it was always just a substitute. Anyhow, it's the young ones who get the best treatment. Screwing in jail can't compare with what a guy can get at home-I think.
It took me a long time to find out I was a rebel, and then it was probably too late. I haven't said much about that because it didn't bear on the swapping. Right now I'm not proud of it, what I did in the past, and I sure wouldn't do it that way if I'd had a chance not to. It takes too much out of a guy's life to sit in some goddam drafty jail. You eat lousy food and learn all the shitty things, and get the clap with some fucked-up whore with crabs to boot. That's a crummy bag, as the kids say.
It ain't smart. The older I got the dumber I realized I was. Jesus, I started out so goddam smart! How can you get dumber every year?
I guess I just discovered how little I really knew.
One time in jail I said that to a doc. He told me it meant I was really getting smart. Man! It's about time.
