The sex revolution has brought with it a new emphasis on early sexual experiences. Youth today wants to know what the sexual experience is all about and begin experimenting much earlier than ever before in history. For the first time in history, illegitimate pregnancy is no longer an arguing point against pre-marital sex. Modern new devices of birth control have introduced a new era of sexual freedom.
However, this freedom doesn't always spell happiness for many young people. Rather, it often produces frustration and psychological traumas. Some of the young people that have faced bitter disillusionment in this new-found sex freedom revealed the details to me in their counselling interviews. Take the case of Carla, a seventeen-year-old girl who was so nervous when she told me details of her sex history that she never removed her dark glasses during the entire interview.
"Carla," I insisted, "you've got nothing to be ashamed of. It's true you defied your parents. However, the significant thing is the reason why. And from what you tell me you have been put under a lot of pressure at home."
"Yes," she said softly. "Life hasn't been easy for me ever. In fact, it's been so bad at times I wished I was dead."
Again, silence. I didn't want to push her. If she found it impossible to communicate, it would be wrong to force her to continue. I went along with other things that I had to do and now and then studied her. She was a shapely brunette, with long brown hair, full sensuous lips, and very large breasts. It was easy to see why she might find it easy to experiment sexually.
"I guess I can go on," she said, finally removing her sun glasses revealing luminous brown eyes that were at once compelling and exotic.
"Go right ahead."
"I'm adopted," she said, tightening her lips nervously. "Perhaps finding out what my natural mother did to me gave me an awful feeling about myself. I was left to die. I hadn't been fed and when my foster mother found me it took her two weeks of feedings to get me to move. It gave me a horrible feeling of insecurity, I guess. I would try to forget it but it would haunt me. And then my foster parents would remind me about it. My foster mother would worry I'd turn out to be a tramp like my mom obviously was. Any woman who'd not even feed her own baby would have to be pretty rotten.
God knows they tried to help me, but I had so many strikes against me. They sent me to a private, religious school where everybody knew everybody's background. I guess word got around among the kids about my mom being a tramp because they made lots of advances even at fourteen.
I felt so hurt so much of the time and wanted to think they had some genuine feeling, affection or love to offer, not just sex.
The first one that got me involved was Allen. He was only fifteen and I was sixteen.
"Can we make it to the monster movie at the drive-in?" he asked one afternoon.
"Sure," I told him quickly, anxious to have somebody show some interest.
Saturday night he picked me up and we went to the show. We hadn't been in there five minutes before his hands were all over me. I didn't dig this one bit, but what could I do? Nobody else was paying me any attention. I needed him.
"Can I feel you?" he said softly.
I nodded as his hands roamed over my body. To my great surprise my nipples were feeling funny and my vagina was reacting.
"Why don't you unzip me?" he asked.
"No."
"Please, just look at it."
Finally I unzipped his pants and I didn't have to hunt very long to find his huge penis. Pulling it out, I couldn't believe Allen had such a huge dong. He wasn't a big guy, but he sure was well hung.
"Stroke it while I do something for you," he smiled.
I finally agreed to pull it back and forth. It got bigger. "Suck it."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can, go ahead-suck it for me."
His intense finger movements were turning me on.
Bending over, I touched the tip of his penis with my tongue. He shoved it in, filling my mouth with his cock.
"Ohhhhh, baby, suck it," he panted, and I sucked on his huge tool. He kept the pussy action up, moving his fingers faster. I slid my mouth up and down his pecker. With one hand he gripped my head, holding me on his penis as he rammed it to me. His fingers worked faster.
"Ohhhhhh, suck it, suck it," he groaned. The huge cock kept sliding in and out and then it happened. It exploded inside my mouth. I tried desperately to pull my mouth off his penis but he held me tightly.
"Eat it, eat it," he gasped. "Eat my dick."
Gulping down his hot juices I suddenly found myself enjoying it. I tasted it. It was a salty taste, but I liked it. He kept working his fingers in and out and then he pulled down my panties and thrust his face in my crotch.
His tongue worked in and out of my slit and he sucked my cunt until I came.
"Ohhhh, Allen, Allen, I love you, I love you." When he finished eating me, he got up and threw his arms around me and we hugged each other.
"That was beautiful," I sighed. "I loved it."
"Me too," he smiled, kissing me passionately, his tongue finding mine as we Frenched.
It was the most exciting night in my life and I felt all grown up.
"How about you and me inviting Marvin to join us?" he winked one night as we were walking toward my place.
"What are you talking about?"
"A chance for us to have sex," he said. "Marvin's folks are real great. They leave him alone weekends and he has all the booze he wants to drink cause they keep the bottles full. How about it?"
"Oh, that sounds like fun," I told him. "I wish we could have a great big bed all to ourselves."
"We can do it from every angle," Allen chuckled. Drawing me close to him, he looked sincerely into my eyes and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," I assured him quickly because I really did. Allen had taken the dull monotony of my fanatical religious life away. He'd replaced it with exciting sex, good times and lots of fun.
"Saturday night?" he smiled.
"Saturday night," I nodded.
When Saturday night came, mom asked, "Why all the fuss?"
"I just like to look nice."
"But you've been combing your hair for an hour," she complained.
"Don't I have beautiful hair ... look at the highlights?"
"Pride and a haughty spirit cometh before a downfall," she replied sanctimoniously, tightening her lips in disapproval of my admiration of the beauty God gave me.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"It's him," she said, turning around and walking out of my bedroom with a frown fastened on her face.
I finished dressing and hurried downstairs. The last thing I wanted was for mom to grill Allen. "Hi," I smiled. "Hi, beautiful." Mom's eyes flashed fire.
"Don't keep her out too late," mom admonished.
"Okay," Allen told her, turning to me. "Come on, we'll be late. Good evening, ma'm," he said abruptly, glancing over his shoulder as we walked out.
"She giving you a hard time?"
"Awful."
"We'll make up for it tonight," Allen grinned excitedly, as we parked in the driveway at Marvin's big house.
"He has a beautiful home," I said, looking at the sharp pad.
"Swimming pool and everything," Allen smiled.
Inside the house Marvin was wearing his swim suit. He greeted us excitedly and turned to me. "What'll you have to drink, baby?"
"I ... I don't...."
"Give her a bourbon and seven. That's a sweet drink, you'll love it."
Marvin quickly poured and mixed the drink and gave it to me. I sipped it slowly at first, but it tasted so good I gulped it down quickly.
"Wow, I feel great."
"Have another," Marvin suggested quickly. I had another and another and another.
"Let's go for a swim," Marvin suggested.
"Didn't bring my swim suit," I explained.
"You don't need one," he said softly.
"We can all swim in the nude," Allen interjected.
"Sure we can," Marvin said, peeling out of his swim trunks and stepping over to help me undress. It didn't take us long before all three of us were bare-ass naked.
"You sure look great," Marvin smiled, excitedly eyeing my boobs. He reached out and stroked one breast.
"I told you she was really stacked," Allen smiled. His pecker was getting a hard-on just watching Marvin play with me.
"We ought to take a nice dip," Allen insisted. We joined him as he ran for the patio. He jumped in the pool quickly and began swimming. I jumped in next and Marvin followed.
"You guys have such hard-ons you can hardly swim," I laughed.
"You got such big knockers, it must be hard to keep from floating," Marvin kidded.
"Let's fuck," Allen laughed, climbing out of the big pool. I got out next and Marvin jumped out last.
"Where's the big bed you talked about?" Allen demanded excitedly. "I can't wait to screw on a king-size bed."
"Beautiful," I sighed. "I'd love to see a king-size bed."
We went into the bedroom and I saw a small movie screen lowered in front of a dresser.
"How'd you like to watch sex on the screen?" Marvin asked anxiously.
"We'd love it," Allen answered for both of us. Marvin put some film in the small projector, jumped on the bed, and turned out the lights.
"Wow," he said as the pictures began. A gorgeous naked chick was walking across a bedroom and she jumped on the bed. Pretty soon a couple of men joined her. One man straddled her chest and grabbed her by the head. Roughly he shoved his prick down her throat and fucked her.
"Look at that guy fuck her mouth," Allen said, stroking his dick.
"Play with my prick while you watch this," Marvin said, reaching over and grabbing my hand and putting it on his penis.
I tugged on his penis while the second man in the film spread the sexy chick's legs and rammed his huge dong up her pussy.
"Look at them go," Allen said. "Hey, why don't we try this action ... okay?"
"Screw both you guys?"
"Yes, yes," they chorused.
"Just like they're doing it," Marvin explained. "You lie on your ass and I'll fuck your mouth. Allen can eat your pussy or fuck it ... right buddy?"
"Sure thing," Allen laughed.
I turned over, resting my head on the huge pillows. Swiftly Marvin got on top of me and gripped my head in one hand and shoved his pecker in my mouth with the other.
"Come on and suck it," he said, looking up into the mirror above the bed. "Hey, ain't this beautiful? I can watch the action on the screen, in the mirror, and fuck at the same time ... sexy, huh? This is what my dad does. I've caught him screwing mom and watching dirty flicks at the same time."
Allen was spreading my legs. Lifting his face from my crotch, he sighed, "It's groovy ... now I'll eat me some pussy and then I'll fuck it."
I could get a side-view of the movie and see the huge dong sliding in my mouth at the same time.
"Eat that cock, eat it up, eat it," he gasped excitedly, forcing his huge penis in my mouth.
"That's it ... keep the action up ... ohhhh, baby, I love it," he panted, while his balls rode my chin as the huge prick slid in and out.
The wonderful feel of Allen's slippery tongue sliding in and out of my slit turned me on.
"Ohhhh, baby, keep that action going," Marvin said, resting his soft ass-cheeks on my soft breasts. Suddenly I loved the two-way screw. It was far more exciting than screwing just one guy at a time.
Marvin turned to tell Allen, "Eat her cunt, buddy, eat it up ... ohhhhhh, ain't that cunt good eating?"
"Suck, suck, suck it," he gasped. The tongue kept slipping in and out till I couldn't stand the super sensations that swept through my hot loins. I came. Allen eagerly ate me. Then it was time for Marvin to drive it home and go off.
"Eat that cock, eat it," he demanded roughly as he drove it hard down my throat. The feel of its head against the back of my throat drove me out of my gourd.
"Ohhhh," he panted, "ohhhh, baby, that's beautiful. Eat it, eat it up ... ohhhhh."
His huge cock exploded, sending its hot cum flashing down my throat. I gulped, sucking it down and trembling to the exciting taste of his hot juices.
"She liked my dick, and she liked my cum," Marvin said excitedly, pulling his penis out of my mouth.
"What are you talking about?" I laughed.
"I'll tell ya'," he continued. "I paid a little whore ten bucks to fuck her. She let me eat her pussy but when I asked her to eat my dick she put up a big howl. So I tried forcing her to eat me and when I shot my wad, the little bitch pulled her mouth off it and spit my stuff all over the bed. I whacked her good. A suck is a suck for a suck. If I eat cunt, she better eat cock, dig?"
"Sure I dig," Allen laughed. "Now you fasten your face to her pussy and eat her up."
A funny clicking sound interrupted our action.
"What's that?" I asked, wondering if someone was coming.
"It's only the projector," Allen assured me, chuckling as he reached over to pull the cord out. The film had finished and the last bit of the reel was flicking back and forth over and over.
"We didn't watch that movie very long," I told them.
"We didn't have to," Marvin said, "I've jacked off so many times watching dirty movies you wouldn't believe it."
"If I'd check the ceiling I would."
"Looks like your balls didn't shoot that far," I said smugly.
"I can shoot my prick as far as he can," Marvin insisted. Jumping to his feet, he pulled swiftly on his now rigid penis.
"You ain't gonna beat me at anything," Allen said, accepting the challenge immediately. Quickly they both pulled on their pricks. I mean I got turned on watching their big cocks flashing back and forth so fast.
"Ohhhh, baby, keep that up," Marvin gasped, looking straight ahead. "Get hot baby, heat them balls up."
"Ohhhh, jeeeez," stammered Allen as he pumped on his penis.
"Wow! I never saw anything like this before," I laughed.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Marvin chuckled. "You should see our circle-jerk. We really pump our peckers ... like wow!"
All at once the huge pecker-heads erupted with a jet-stream of white-hot jism.
"I won, I won," Allen exclaimed.
"Sure ya' did, you were shooting your first load, I was shooting my second," Marvin insisted.
"I've got an idea," Allen said. "I can fuck her pussy while you screw her asshole."
"Great."
Marvin was fitting his big old dick up my ass, while Allen was fitting it in my gash.
It hurt like the devil when Marvin jabbed his huge pecker up my behind.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," I complained.
"I have to," he explained, "it's not a loose fit."
Finally he got it all in after Allen had been drilling my pussy for some time.
"Ohhh, it's nice inside you," Allen smiled. "I really dig fucking you."
"You're a wild fuck," I laughed, "the two of you. I never thought I'd ever take two guys on at the same time."
As Marvin rammed it in and out my asshole, he panted, "We could still find room for one more cock ... you've got a nice, hot sucking mouth."
"Enough is enough."
"Watch how you're driving that dagger," Allen told Marvin. "You're shoving it so hard you'll get your gun off before I do. If we screw her right, we can all come together."
"Three-way orgasm," I laughed. "Like Wow!"
The two boys began shoving their peckers at about the same tempo, trying hard to make it together.
"Ohhhh, you've got a great asshole," Marvin said, sliding it swiftly in and out. "Keep that action up ... fuck it."
The huge cocks slid swiftly in and out as they fucked me harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck it...." Allen demanded.
Grinding my ass for both of them, I tried to keep pace to their cock-thrusts.
"Ohhhh, baby, I love it up your nice twat, grab my cock with your cunt muscles, ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm coming," Allen gasped. "Ohhhhh, that's beautiful ... beautiful...."
He shot his load inside my box. The warm sperm bath made me tingle. Marvin rammed it into the hilt, his balls bouncing on my butt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he panted as he drove it in and shot his wad.
"That's beautiful," I moaned, climaxing the instant he did. Marvin kept pumping it, still shooting his hot load up my ass. I felt I was floating in cum.
"You guys are too much," I laughed. "I loved it."
"We'll make it a threesome next time," Allen chuckled. When it was over, I got dressed and went home. Both Allen and I had forgotten all about what time it was.
Mom was waiting up for me. I could see her through the blinds reading.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked the moment I set foot inside the house. Allen had taken off, leaving me to face her alone.
"I didn't look at the clock."
"It's two a.m.!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quietly, trying to evade her penetrating eyes and slip up the stairs as silently as possible.
"Come over here," mom insisted. Hesitantly I walked over to her. She looked into my face sternly.
"You've been doing things you shouldn't!"
"How do you know?" I asked, disgusted at her prying.
"Your eyes."
"What's wrong with my eyes?"
"They're all red and swollen from drinking. Come over here."
I froze in my tracks.
"You heard me, come over here."
I walked over as she demanded. "Let me smell your breath." By now I was so tired and angry and upset I blew my breath in her face.
"Drinking, you've been drinking. You're not getting by with this. You need a little discipline."
I ran away from her, running upstairs and slamming the door. But it was no use. Even after I'd undressed, put on my nightie and hopped in bed, trying to be as quiet as a mouse, she had to continue the big debate.
"Punish her," she demanded of dad.
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?" dad said, standing there in his pajamas, sleepy-eyed and trying to beg off.
"No," mom said angrily, "she must be punished now...."
"Alright," dad agreed, walking toward me. He sat sleepily on the edge of the bed, "Get out of bed and let me whip you," he said casually.
Getting out of bed I threw myself over his legs. He swiftly brought the bare palm of his hand down on my soft behind. He kept it up until it made my warm buttocks tingle, and strangely my pussy got all wet. More amazing I felt his huge pecker harden. My elbow was touching it. He knew damned well I detected it but neither of us let on. He went on whipping and mom was enjoying it, little knowing how much daddy and I dug it.
"That's good," mom exclaimed. "I hope she's learned her lesson. Midnight is the latest she can ever stay out."
Dad demanded quietly, "Go back to bed, baby."
I read his tone. He was hot for me. Mom didn't dig this. He got up and walked out and mom had to make one more closing comment before she snapped out the light.
"If you'd only listen to me, honey, you'd save yourself a lot of pain and misery."
I almost laughed to myself. Daddy's painful whipping was no misery, it was a ball. Feeling of his big dong was stimulating. I wanted to do things with him. Yet I knew that was impossible.
I drifted off to sleep thinking of him, wondering what sex with him would be like. After all he wasn't my real daddy so what difference would it make if we did have sex?
About the time I was beginning to sleep soundly, I felt something. It was pressing at me from behind. I nearly screamed out. A hand was swiftly placed over my mouth, as I turned to see my foster father looking at me lustily.
"Hi, lover," he whispered, "I just had to come back."
Removing his hand, I whispered, "Oh, daddy, I'm so glad you're here. You don't know how it hurts me when mom makes such a big crappy issue about me dating or coming in late."
"I know," he comforted, running his hands over my breasts. "I know, baby doll, you tell daddy."
"What if she ... what if she finds us together?"
"It won't happen," he smiled. "I put a couple of sleeping tablets in her hot chocolate she drinks before she retires."
I almost laughed out loud but didn't want to disturb her slumber.
"Honey, it feels so good to be close to you," he said softly.
"I like your arms around me," I assured him. "I feel so safe when you're real close like this."
"Why don't you slip out of your nightie?" he whispered sexily, his breath coming short.
"Alright," I answered, as he helped me get out of it. Once my body was bare-ass naked I realized he was too. His huge penis was pressing at my slit.
"Ohhhh, your breasts," he gasped, "they're so beautiful. You are a sexy girl."
It felt good to be appreciated by at least one of your parents. I pressed my breasts hard against his chest, his body trembling in excitement, his huge penis pressing harder against my body, and my lips pressed to his.
"Kiss me," he begged, "kiss me."
I kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips to teach him all about French-kissing as I was sure it was something new. I didn't have to though because he instantly knew just the motions to make with his tongue.
"Keep it up," he begged, "I like it."
His tongue movements were tremendous. He flicked his tongue deftly over my tongue. We loved it.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," I panted. "Keep it up ... I love you, daddy, I love you."
"I love you, honey," he whispered, now pressing back and forth against my slit with his huge dick.
I knew enough about men to know he needed to go off. I knew he'd never want to ask, so I asked him, "Daddy, can I suck you off?"
"You want to?" he asked passionately.
"Yes, ohh, yes, I do," I assured him, getting down between his legs. I was surprised with what a well-developed big cock he had. I figured maybe when a man got older, it shrivelled up or something. I was wrong. It got longer. I stroked it, pulling it back and forth.
"Massage my balls," he begged. I reached down and played with his big nuts.
"Suck it, honey," he panted. "I'm so hot I could fuck a bull's ass."
Licking along the underside of the huge penis, I brought my mouth to its enormous crown and licked all over the beautiful head of it. Even slipping my tongue inside its small slit.
"Don't do that. Put your mouth around it and suck it." I pushed my mouth over the head of it and licked it. Then he began pushing. I felt it touch the back of my throat as he slid it down my throat.
"Ohhhh, baby doll," he panted, "suck my cock, suck it off." I bowed my head and licked it.
"Suck it, suck it off," he gasped. I sucked it slowly, and then he drove it swiftly in and out.
"I can't stand it," he whispered. "I haven't had sex like this in ages. Your mom is a frigid woman ... she won't put out for me the way a man has to have it ... oh, baby, suck it, suck, suck, suck," he gasped as he drove his huge tool in and out.
I found myself enjoying his crotch. Even the smell of his manhood excited me. Even if he was my father, so what? He wasn't really ... so why shouldn't I suck on his prick if mom was an iceburg?
"Suck me ... ohhhh, baby, suck it, suck it off. Eat it when I shoot it honey. That's what daddy likes. Men dig having women eat their stuff ... ohhhh, baby, I dig your hot mouth."
His hands gripped my head, his fingers gliding through my hair, his nails almost scratching me.
"Keep the action going ... ohhhh, that's it ... that's it," he panted, "beautiful, beautiful, baby, suck, suck, suck!"
I felt him starting to come. I tugged on his balls and he suggested something I thought I could never ever do.
"Stick your finger up my asshole."
I shook my head as I continued sucking. He chuckled, "Honey, it'll make it feel so good when I shoot my load. Will you do it dear ... please, for daddy, please ...?"
I kept my mouth over his cock and sucked. He rammed it hard, my finger glided up his asshole, sort of guiding his body as he gave himself-all of himself to me.
"Fuck, fuck ... oh, baby, suck it off," he panted. Then he came. Gobs of stuff ... more cum than Rinky Dink Allen and Marvin put together. What a lucky chick I was to make it with a man who could deliver such delicious hot stuff.
"Eat it up, eat it all up," he panted. "Ohhhh, I need it ... suck it off ... eat, eat, eat it up."
Gulping his hot juices down I nearly choked on the stuff. But I loved it. It was delicious stuff to taste.
As he slid his dick out of my mouth I realized how much fun fucking could be. Three men in one night. This had been the best day of my life!
Daddy smiled, "Baby, I ought to do you."
"Oh, daddy, if you want to, I'd love it ... do me." He got right down there as I pushed my hot pussy in his face. He licked my slit just right. His tongue slid inside me, probing all around, like he was searching for something.
"That's groovy," I gasped, "Keep it up, lick me." His tongue licked, lashing all my hot insides. He swiftly flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit. I pushed while he held my ass-cheeks in his hands as he tongue-fucked my cunt.
What turned me on the most was when he licked my clit and nibbled on it. This drove me into wild spasms. He stopped for a second and whispered, "We mustn't make any noise. We don't want to waken mom."
"Alright, alright, daddy luv," I sighed, "but you excite me so much I can hardly stand it. You're driving me out of my head. Honest to God, daddy, it's wild."
He chuckled, "Daddy loves it just as much as you do." His tongue returned to my slit and he continued his super sucking. The sensations that surged through my body were fantastic. I didn't think sex could be half so exciting. I was really wrong.
"Suck my pussy, daddy, suck it," I panted, his fast tongue flipping in and out with such speed I knew I'd gush soon. His tongue continued lapping and his mouth sucked me in. I came with such violence I wanted to scream. Marvelous sensations swept through me as I turned, and twisted on the bed. I loved it. Daddy knew how to suck me just right. Yet I still kept worrying about mom popping in the door.
He raised up and whispered, "Like it, honey?"
"Ohhh, daddy, you bet I do."
He got up from my snatch and put his arms around me, holding me closer to him. I kissed him softly, and then I told him, "You better get back to her. The sleeping pills might wear off."
"You're right, baby, but we must do it again. I'll be real quiet now."
He got out of bed and slipped back quietly into the bed with mom. All day long I thought about how wonderful sex with him was. Mom asked, "Why are you daydreaming?"
"I don't know," I smiled.
"A penny for your thoughts," she teased. Dad was looking at me nervously now. "It's a secret," I told her.
"I hope you're not keeping something back from me about that boy bringing you home early this morning."
"No," I assured her quickly. Now dad was really noticeably nervous.
"Well then, what is it?"
"Nothing," I laughed and ran out of the house. The whole world seemed different today. I had discovered sex and I wanted to screw everybody ... sex was so beautiful.
When I saw Allen at school on Monday, he asked, "Did your mom make it tough for you coming in so late?"
"A little."
"We sure had fun. Marvin wants to get together again, how about it?"
"I don't know."
When the weekend came, both Marvin and Allen bugged me about Saturday night. They said they had an orgy planned and they'd even give me money if I wanted it.
"What do you think I am?"
"A good grind," Allen chuckled. "Marvin just suggested money cause he thought that might get you there for sure."
"He's a smart kid, why don't you wise up?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Why shouldn't I get paid? Ten bucks each ... that's cheap enough, I hope. It's worth twenty but you guys don't have much money."
"Okay," Allen grinned, "if you really want to make a lot of money I'll spread the word."
"Okay ... now I've got to split before the witching hour, so let's begin early."
"Eight okay?"
"Sure, pick me up at seven-thirty."
Allen came over Saturday night promptly at seven-thirty. He was neatly dressed and real polite to mom so as not to arouse her suspicions.
"You look awful nice tonight," she complimented him. "I sure like to see a clean-shaven young man. Those beards and long-haired young men look dirty to me."
"Thank you," Allen nodded. And soon we were in his car en route to Marvin's pad.
"Got a nice piece of change for you," Allen told me excitedly.
"How much?"
"A hundred bucks," he said proudly. "Not bad, ten fucks a hundred bucks."
"Eleven."
"That would make it a hundred and ten bucks."
"Baby, I'm a free fucker," he smiled. "The hell you are," I snapped. "I'm not in this for the fun of it. I'm going to make some money and split this scene."
"Where you goin'?"
"So far nobody can find me."
"I'm still free," he said crossly as we pulled up in Marvin's driveway. I saw the place packed with cars.
"Alright, cheap skate, but you should pay too."
"If it weren't for me you wouldn't get paid a penny for your pussy. So, baby, I fuck free or I don't take you in."
"Okay."
I didn't appreciate Allen's being such a tightwad. If others felt my pussy was worth ten bucks, why shouldn't he? After all, he was supposed to be my boy friend.
When we opened the door I got a screwing sight I'll never forget. Ten naked young guys were standing there with drinks in their hands and naked as jaybirds.
"Hi, Marve," I smiled.
"Hi, yourself," he grinned, eyeing me quickly. "Why don't you strip to your skin like all of us?"
"Sure, but I need something to drink."
The guys nearly fell over themselves to get to the bar.
"You dig bourbon and seven, right?" Marve asked.
"You've got a good memory."
"It's easy to remember you, honey," Marve teased in his silly manner as he promptly poured my drink, glancing up now and then to watch me strip. When my breasts popped free it was groovy seeing all those studs turn on.
"Haven't you guys ever seen a couple of naked knockers before?"
"Yesss," they chorused. Marve complimented me, "Yeah, man ... but never saw titties like those gems."
Putting my hands to them and feeling them, I grinned, "They're solid."
"Keep undressing," Allen insisted, as he slid out of his shorts exposing his huge standing prick.
I did and when I slipped out of my panties, one athletic looking black kid got on his knees and grabbed me, putting his big lips right on my pussy.
"Hello, lunch," he grinned.
"Go ahead, eat it, go ahead," they chorused. I was still sipping my drink as he slid his tongue in my twat and began eating me.
"Ain't that nice?" Allen chuckled.
"Did you get the money first?" I asked anxiously.
"She's a real pro," Marve quipped.
"Hey, you cats, pay up."
"Later, later," they insisted, "we want to watch."
The black guy knew what he was doing, putting everything into licking my cunt as well as massaging my ass with his hot hands. I couldn't help notice that between his legs his penis was throbbing and jerking with excitement, and the big black head was oozing white juice. He continued sucking, his hands went all around my crotch as he reached up and played with my boobs. He got up and slowly brought his big pecker forward until its head was pressing on my cunt-lips. I looked at it. It was black, huge and slick. As he shoved, I felt a tremble go through my body. He pushed it in just a little ways and then pulled it out again. It felt so great, I wanted all his solid inches in me.
"Ohhh, baby," I gasped, "fuck it."
Winking at the other naked men encircling us, he smiled, "I make 'em ask for it."
The guys were so excited they started stroking themselves.
"Shove it up there and fuck me," I begged.
He pushed it in again, just an inch or two and then back again. I was panting for more. I began grinding my hips, trying desperately to lift them to meet his organ, but every time he poked his penis in a little he'd withdraw it and laugh.
"You really want it?" he laughed.
"Yes, yes," I begged, "fuck me ... I'm hot. Fuck me.
He laughed out loud, and shoved his giant-size pecker forward once more. This time he pushed it in and left it there, shoving his hips, rotating his cock inside my cunt. He bent over me and kissed me. As he slipped his tongue inside me, I felt his huge pecker sliding swiftly in and out.
I couldn't cry out, it hurt like the devil to take him all in my tight cunt. His lips, his mouth, his teeth all worked on my mouth while he frantically fucked me.
He was so big I didn't think my cunt could stretch to take it all in. Finally he pulled away from my mouth.
"You asked for it, don't complain now that I'm giving it to you. Fuck it, you little bitch."
I churned my ass around, hoping to help him get his big black gun off as fast as possible.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasped, his body breaking out in a hot sweat...."ohhhhh, baby, keep that ass grinding, I'm almost there. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He drove it in one last time, his huge pecker exploding inside my pussy. The boys were pulling at their peckers, one kid was coming.
"Ohhhhh, that's groovy, white girl, keep grinding that black dick in your snow white cunt."
My pussy was swimming in a sea of his cum. He slid it out, laughing, satisfied.
"Who's next?" Allen asked.
"We ought to make you eat it out," the black boy suggested.
"Hell, I'm not queer for your cum," Allen snapped.
"Just suggestin'," he doubled up laughing.
"Let's have a gang-bang on the bed," Marvin smiled. "Dibbs on her asshole."
The boys ran for the upstairs bedroom. Allen joined me.
"You put on a great show," he grinned.
"That was no act ... that guy's ten inches were killing me ... how'd you like to take ten?"
"I don't have a pussy ... so I'm afraid I couldn't."
Once I got on the bed, the fellows began tossing dice.
"What's all this for?"
"We're gonna find out who eats your pussy," Marve explained.
After a few minutes of dice-tossing, the guys broke up in hysterical laughter.
"Who eats me?"
"Charlie, Charlie eats your pussy," they chorused. I looked at the rugged-looking Negro kid who was glaring at my cunt.
"Hell, I'm not going to eat my own cum," he stammered.
"Yes you are," the boys all insisted. I got on the bed and decided vengeance might be awfully sweet-sick, but sweet.
"Charlie, honey, eat my pussy."
He looked at me and winked. Then he hopped on the bed, and smiled, "If I eat your pussy, baby, you gotta suck my ass out."
"That wasn't part of the deal," I complained.
"Yes, yes, ohhhh, that'll be great fun," Marvin, along with the other fellows, agreed.
Great fun ... for them, but not me. I wished they had to eat Charlie's black ass out and just see if they'd dig it. Charlie was all excited now. He straddled me and lowered his big black ass right over my face and bent over my pussy.
He ran his hand up and down my legs and across my crotch and over my stomach and then he began diddling me with his fingers.
"Suck my ass out," he whispered. Gripping his firm black buttocks in each hand, I poked my tongue out and began licking around his asshole.
"Slide your tongue up there," Marvin demanded. I licked all around, closing my eyes one split second and shoved my tongue way up there.
"Keep that tongue stiff," he demanded.
"Eat my cunt," I called out. "What do you think you're doing down there, jacking off my pussy? Get your head down there and suck it off!"
"I guess she told you," Allen chided him good-naturedly.
"I dig pussy ... you cats don't know how lucky I am.
"I'll take your word for it," Allen laughed. "Now, suck it."
Burying his face in my crotch, his hands spread my labia open and he stared, entranced, before he pushed his tongue up my twat and licked my love button, rubbing his chin up and down. I trembled all over when I felt his teeth nibble at my clitoris, holding it, licking it with the tip of his tongue. The wild sensations flooding my cunt were driving me out of my gourd. My tongue returned to his black asshole and I quickly tongue-fucked him, timing my tempo to that of a prick stabbing his asshole.
The boys applauded.
"Eat her pussy, eat that stuff ... eat her box," they teased him jokingly.
"Watch how she eats his ass out ... nice, huh?"
"I want her to do that for me."
I came, my cum mingling with his cum. He sucked on me and I pulsated with his tremendous tongue, which stabbed away at my slit. Trying to give him a super ass-suck, I kept the action going.
Taking his tongue out of my twat, he grinned, "That's okay, baby, you've given me a beautiful ass-suck ... I really enjoyed it."
"Why don't we do a 'three-way' now?" Marve suggested. "I dig her ass."
Two more young men got on the bed. One straddled my knockers, the other got in line to drive it in my pussy, the other was at my ass.
"Ohhhh, what an asshole," Marvin panted, pushing his lubricated cock up it. "Take it easy, partner," he told the fellow fitting his penis in my pussy. "Teamwork makes better three-way fucks."
The fellow whose penis was even with my mouth gripped my head and invited me, "Suck it."
I accepted it, opening my mouth up wide and letting him drive it down my throat.
"Ohhhhh, that's beautiful," he said, "eat my dirty old dick, baby, eat it all up."
He was fucking my mouth smoothly, sliding it way in and out, building up a slow screwing tempo.
I felt the cock gliding up my ass, as the other one slid his up my pussy. I churned my ass smoothly to give both guys a good fuck.
"Hey, guys, let's have a triple orgasm."
The three cocks tried to time their thrusts so they would explode simultaneously.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the big kid ramming it down my throat panted.
"Grind your ass, sweetheart ... ohhhh, that's it ... keep it up ... ohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming." The cocks exploded simultaneously ... my ass felt the huge penis driving into the hilt, my cunt was full of cum and I sure got a mouthful.
"Suck it, suck it, eat it up ... eat that dick ... eat it all up."
I was fascinated and terrified. Taking it in all three holes did provide sensations I never dreamed possible but it somehow frightened me.
When they'd all finished screwing me and we were driving home, Allen complimented me, "You're really a great chick ... the guys all dug you."
"That's nice," I smiled.
I got home around eleven. Mom couldn't help falling all over herself in triumph. "Allen, you are what I call a fine young man. You got Jessica home early tonight."
I went up to my bedroom shortly after Allen went home. I still felt so stimulated I wanted to sleep in the nude. I kept hoping daddy would try to screw me tonight. At last I fell asleep. I was awakened with daddy putting his hand over my mouth to silence me and whispering, "I'm here, baby, but be real quiet."
I thrilled to the feel of his warm naked body next to mine. This was going to be a wonderful, tender moment. I wasn't going to be gang-raped now, just loved.
"Want to suck on daddy's .cock?"
"Oh, yes, yes," I whispered, eagerly getting down between his legs. I felt so safe, so secure between his thighs. He held his pecker in his hand. "Slip your mouth around it Jessica, I'm so hot I'll shoot my wad real fast."
Holding his huge prick in my hand, I lovingly licked it from his balls to its beautiful smooth head. "Suck it, honey."
Slipping my hot mouth over its smooth head, I licked all around it with my tongue. Sliding my tongue in its small slit I managed to excite him still more.
"Suck it, baby, suck it for your daddy."
I shoved my mouth down the length of it and it reached the back of my throat. Now he was pumping it to me.
"Suck, suck, suck that cock ... ohhhhh, that's it ... that's it ... keep it up."
He rammed it hard, pushing me down over it.
"Eat it, eat it up ... that's it ... eat daddy's dick." And then he shot his load. I massaged his balls while he came in my mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, I like that, I like it," he panted as he poured his sperm down my throat.
When I was back in his arms he diddled me with his fingers. He was so much better than those young kids who screwed me.
"Ohhh, daddy, I love it," I whispered. In seconds he had my slit so hot I was starting to come.
He got down between my legs and began licking away. I pushed my pelvis in his face while he sucked on me.
"Suck it ... come on, suck it," I urged him.
"Be quiet, honey ... we mustn't wake mom."
He finished eating me, kissed me gently and slipped back to mom's bedroom.
The next morning at breakfast I got on a weirdo laughing jagg. Mom looked at me suspiciously. "What's so funny?"
"Can't she laugh without you bothering her?" dad exclaimed.
Mom didn't say another word, yet I couldn't help wonder if she suspected.
At school on Monday, Allen cornered me. "You're in business, baby. I think we can make two hundred bucks next time around."
"I'm not going to do it again," I told him.
"Oh, hell," he said angrily. "I work out a big deal for you and look at you ... twenty horny guys in a fraternity want a chick to suck them off and you refuse ... after I've laid the groundwork."
"All I have to do is blow them?"
"That's all baby, and they give you ten each."
"That is a lot of money. Maybe I should."
"Ohhhh, boy, if you could I'd be really glad."
"Why?"
"I get a cut."
"It figures. You wouldn't do this much for me for one screw."
He remained silent.
"I've got to get home early so the party will have to begin early."
"Agreed ... eight o'clock till ten-thirty."
Mom smiled when Allen walked in the door on Saturday night. "Allen, you and Jessica have been making me real happy lately."
Allen gulped nervously, "Yes, ma'am."
"Some young men these days won't listen to their elders. You're different."
"Thanks," he nodded nervously. "Well, I guess we better get going."
Dad pumped his hand, "Have a good time."
"Yeah, yeah, we will," he grinned.
"Where is the party?"
"They've got a big suite in a motel. They couldn't hold the orgy at college because they got caught a couple of weeks ago having one."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah, no justice in the old world anymore."
"No, silly, it's too bad cause I always wanted to go to college and associate with college men."
"You're going to get all the association with college men tonight you could ever want, just wait and see."
We parked at the motel and drove around to a back area where nobody would see us enter.
I followed Allen quietly as he tapped a signal three raps on the door. "Who is it?"
"Allen Larson," he replied. The door opened a couple of inches. When the young man's eyes saw me, they lit up.
"Ohhh, yeah, come on in." The chain came off the hook, the door opened up.
Stepping inside I saw young men all over the place but they were still dressed. I thought I'd set a few things straight.
"Hi, young studs."
"Hi, hello, oh, jeez, get a load of her," they chorused.
"Could I ask you nice guys one favor?"
"Sure, sure, anything, fire away," they insisted.
"Would you shower? I don't like the idea of sex without showering first ... and then I'll give you all a real good time."
The clothes came off. Loud talk erupted.
"Quiet, quiet," the young man who let us in demanded, "we don't want any trouble with the fuzz, so keep it down."
They hushed, stripped down to their bare naked skin and lined up for the showers.
"How about a drink?" I suggested.
"Ohh, yeah, sure," the young guy replied, handing me a bottle of whiskey.
"Don't you use glasses?"
He shook his head, "Nicer from the bottle."
"I see."
I lifted the bottle to my lips and gulped down a drink.
"What's your name?" he smiled.
"Jessica, what's your's?"
"Rodger," he grinned, "Rodger, the Rod, they call me!" Gripping his huge pecker in his hands he stroked it, showing me its huge head.
"You've got quite a plaything there, haven't you?"
"You bet I have," he smiled proudly. "Wait'll you taste me ... I've got a nice load in them balls for you, too."
I reached out and touched his nuts. He liked it, gripping his cock tighter. "Why don't you strip?"
"Why not?" I laughed.
I peeled out of my clothes and his eyes bulged out. I spread my legs to give him a good view of my triangle.
"Like, wow!"
"Zowie!" another muscular young kid exclaimed. I looked at him and laughed, "Want a piece of pussy?"
"Sure do," he said, dropping to his knees.
"Good eating pussy," I said, stroking his head.
"Hey, guys, watch Ernie eat her."
Soon the naked young men were watching him. His tongue licked along my slit. He slid it inside my box and went to work.
"Suck it," I told him, just like the men had told me when they wanted their kicks.
"Suck that cunt," Rodger called out sexily, gripping his tool and massaging his own balls.
The tongue went to work, tongue-fucking my pussy. I really turned on when this happened.
Somehow the men all watching stimulated me. I asked Rodger, "Why don't you suck on my tittie?"
"Sure," he smiled, coming over and bending down to suck on my breast. His tongue licked around it as he nibbled one nipple.
I was getting excited with this tongue action.
"Suck it," I commanded. "Eat my pussy, you dirty cunt-licker," I laughed.
The boys turned on. "She's super ... she's a super-sexed cunt ... like wow, fuck her."
"I want her asshole," one of them demanded.
"Okay, fuck it," I laughed, but I insisted, "I need booze. I can't take all you studs on without some powerful liquid refreshment."
"You're gonna get it, all you want of it," a blond kid chuckled. "My balls are just waiting for your mouth to suck my juice."
I felt one kid behind me. He parted my ass-cheeks and slipped his prick up it.
"How's that?"
I felt that big thick prong pushing up my ass. He rammed forward driving it up again and again.
"Hey," the kid eating my cunt, called out, "don't mess up the pussy action."
"I'm not messin' up nothin'," the ass-fucker laughed. "You gotta hold on tight and eat your cunt, haven't you learned that yet. That's lesson number one in all cunt-eating guide books."
The guys broke up laughing.
The cock ramming up my ass made me squirm and turn. I kept the action going until I felt myself come.
"Eat it, pussy-eater, eat it up."
He sucked my juices but I got so turned on I didn't rotate my ass fast enough for the ass-fucker.
"Don't stop now ... ohhhh, keep it up, don't stop ... that's it ... ohhhhhh, I love it, I love it."
The huge cock slid up there as he exploded in my ass. He drove it in again to the hilt and finished.
"Ohhhhhh, what a fuck. Squeeze your ass. Milk my cock." I squeezed my ass, his juices spurted. Coming out too quickly it hurt like the devil. "Take it easy ... that's my ass."
"I know," he laughed, tapping me teasingly on the buttock. The pussy-eater got to his feet, grinning proudly.
"Now, if you cats will line up, I'll eat dick," I announced. "And fellows, one more drink will make me suck better."
"Booze ... booze...." the cry went out as the young men struggled to quickly bring me the drink I needed.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice," I said, when I finished another good belt. They lined up.
"The problem is ... who do I suck first?" The two lines of ten men each confronted me, their ripe cocks ready and waiting to be sucked on ... where to begin?
"Here, here," each end man smiled. Finally I just walked over, dropped to my knees and pulled a cock into my mouth and sucked on it.
"She's a good cocksucker," he said, ramming it hard down my throat. I nearly gagged. He didn't notice ... he was concerned only with himself.
"Suck that cock," he said roughly, "suck it off."
It didn't take him long. A few hard thrusts and he shot his load. The hot jism flashed down my throat.
"Ohhhhh, beautiful ... keep sucking, get it all ... ahhhhh, suck, suck, suck it off."
I ate him. When I pulled my mouth off it I thought I'd have a stomach full of cum when I finished twenty penises. Make it so much easier if I didn't have to eat the damned stuff.
I reached for the next penis. It was a Mexican kid. He had a real hard-on.
"You like that, huh? You like my big cock?"
"I always dig well hung men," I smiled. Licking around its big head at first, I slowly let him slide it into my mouth. He kept pushing it in and I gripped his buttocks and pulled him toward me. Anything to get it over with and fast.
"Suck it, nice baby, ohhhh, I'm ready for a red-hot fuck. Fuck, fuck ... ohhhhh, suck it."
I sucked with all my might as he drove his dagger down my throat. And then I heard someone knocking.
"Who's that?"
"It's not the knocking code," Allen said nervously.
"It sure as hell isn't," Rodger replied. "Quiet you guys, I'll see if I can find out who it is."
"Who's there?" he said softly as he stood at the door.
"The law," a stern voice replied, "open up and now!" The young men charged around the room like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. I've never seen such a scramble to get dressed. I tried to find my clothes. I grabbed a towel in the bathroom and flung it around myself. One stocking was all I found. A lot of good that would do.
They broke the door down and our party ended. God, it was awful. They hauled me down to Juvenile. I've been upset mentally every time a man asks me for a date ever since. Mom's preaching doesn't help and what I know about dad doesn't help either. He hasn't made a pass since they picked me up. I always have the feeling I'm making him nervous. Life at home is hell.
SUMMARY
Jessica has had a very tragic life. The fact she was a neglected child got her off to an extremely bad start. She could not adjust to her mother's fanatical religious viewpoint. To her life was cold.
Jessica still feels unloved. This fact lies at the root of her problems. Her mother's fanaticism provided unbalanced feelings. Her father's sexual overtures and later sexual relations adds to the instability of the situation, making her nervous for fear her mother might someday find out.
The embarrassment and humiliation of being found out by the police at the fraternity orgy shakedown has added immeasurably to her continued inability to adjust to life.
The humiliation, shame and guilt she felt over being adopted, only increased as her foster-father had sex with her. This continued later when she felt compelled to give-out to obtain male friendship. To give in to a group of men at an orgy gave her a warped feeling of importance, a misleading feeling of loving attention.
She should move to another city, begin again. She must resign herself to her past, eliminate any guilty feelings and vow to begin again with a whole new outlook.
If she cannot do this herself, she should seek continued guidance for she can have a happy, adjusted life with a lot of determination and effort.
CHAPTER TWO
With the thrust of the sex revolution has come an entire new attitude toward entertainment. Topless bars became the "in" thing and girls with well-developed bosoms found it paying off. They discovered they could earn a lot of money quickly by putting their bare breasts on display. This was swiftly followed by the bottomless craze. And then both naked breasts and naked bottoms were a club attraction. Next came the nude craze. This was followed very swiftly by the sexual performers; those who performed the complete act of intercourse before spectators. However, this was where the long arm of the law said the limit had come. Quickly they swooped down and closed one such club. The girls who were hired there were hustled off to jail.
For some young women who have been so accustomed to the sexual freedoms, any sex limit came as a shock and traumatic experience. One such girl was Marjorie Breton. Marjorie and her brother Allan were left alone when their parents died in an automobile accident. They were both at the crucial ages of the late teens. Allan signed up for Viet Nam.
It not only provided an instant escape from the traumatic loss of his parents, but offered an escape from life itself for he was killed in a Cambodian thrust.
Marjorie was left alone in the world. Her only living relatives were back east and her brother's death almost crushed her. She didn't feel like trying out for an office job. She had never been good at typing. Twice when she tried a filing position she fouled up the files.
When an enterprising nightclub owner offered her a couple hundred a week if she'd show off her superb breast development to his customers, she accepted.
"I guess that was when all my real troubles began," she explained quietly.
"Marjorie, it is important you tell me all about your problems without worrying about what I think or anyone else thinks. God knows you've had a rough time ever since your series of deaths overtook your family. That is enough to send some people, with less strength to a mental hospital. You've done very well indeed to have kept your sanity and support yourself considering what you've been through."
"Thanks," she smiled, her blue eyes registering quick appreciation. It was evident from her blonde hair, fair skin and quick-responding blue eyes men would find her most appealing both of face and form.
"Well," she sighed, "I'll just sit back, relax and smoke if you don't mind."
I shook my head, Marjorie continued.
"Steve was a great guy. Had a good line of gab and sold me on the idea of exposing my body for money. At first, the thought of having men staring at my naked boobs didn't appeal to me. I felt nervous, edgy. But when I began the first night I found out something. The attention wasn't half bad. I had a small runway in the middle of the place and I came on with just a G-string affair covering my genitals and my bare boobs hanging out. Bathed in a blue-green spot with some hot rock music I commanded every eye in the place. Knowing they were all watching, excited me. Soon, I developed a little routine that really turned them on and brought me some healthy tips.
It wasn't enough just to walk out and let them see you. You had to throw a little imagination into the action. By massaging my breasts, and screwing my mouth into a sucking position and making sucking sounds I turned them all on. I'd make little movements with my hands around my genitals and they liked that even more.
One night after the one o'clock show, a nice looking older man was waiting for me at the back door to the place.
"Hi," he smiled. I didn't answer. I might be a topless performer but I was no hustler.
"Can I take you home?" he asked.
I continued walking.
"I can make it worth your while," he said, stepping over to a silver Mercedes. My eyes turned to meet his eyes. He was so anxious to make it with me I couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at ... me?"
"No, no," I assured him, "I'm laughing at myself."
"Perhaps we could discuss this in my car while I drive you home."
I don't know why I accepted. Maybe he represented something of a father image, although I don't think he was past his early thirties. But I liked him. He was dark-skinned, with intense brown eyes. His manner said he was somebody.
"Now will you tell me why you laughed?" he asked as we drove down the street in his smooth car.
"Yes," I smiled, "it's silly of me to think no men are going to ask me for a fuck when I show them all I've got every night."
"You do have a lot to offer," he winked. "Couldn't we make it together tonight?"
"Alright," I agreed, "why not?"
He drove to a sharp apartment house overlooking the ocean. Parking the car in the basement we took the elevator to the eleventh floor and walked down to his place.
"Drink?" he asked, once we were inside his lavish suite, all done in greys, whites and blacks with silver decorations.
"Okay, vodka for me."
When I'd had a couple drinks I didn't mind his helping me slip off my blouse. I never wear a brassiere. My boobs shaped up for him nice as you please as he felt them.
"Ohhh, those are nice knockers," he teased as he massaged them.
"I think you men are hung up on titties because you got that way at breast-feeding time."
"Let me suck on them awhile," he asked.
"If you want to."
He put his mouth ,on my breasts and began sucking. Automatically I wanted to suck him. I guess the old sucking syndrome set in ... suck and be sucked.
He knew just how to use his tongue. It swept about the nipple and his teeth closed in as he nibbled. "Ohhh, I dig that."
"Why don't you unzip my pants and pull out my penis and suck on it for me?"
I unzipped him and felt his prick in his shorts and pulled it out. He was so hard now it was difficult getting it out.
He leaned back and invited me, "Get on your knees and suck it, baby."
I got on my knees, pulling his pecker to me and began sucking on it. It tasted fantastic. He jabbed it in and I felt the tip of it touching the back of my throat.
"Ohhhh, I like that, I like that," he whispered. Soon my head was bobbing up and down on his long dong like a pro. Guess I was an instinctive cocksucker.
"Beautiful," he panted, "keep that action up." I massaged his balls, while I sucked his joy stick. He played with my titties. "Suck it, suck it off."
I knew he meant business when he drove it in and out with hard thrusts.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he demanded as he drove it harder. I felt his whole body trembling while he fucked me.
"Ohhhhh, I dig that, I dig that," I heard him gasp as his hands pinned me to his penis. "Suck, suck, suck it off...."
The cock exploded. The thick cum shot down my throat. I gripped his cock, holding on for dear life. He loved it.
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, that's it ... suck, suck, ohhhh, baby, eat me, eat me up."
His penis shot its load for the second time as he finished fucking.
Slowly I slipped off his huge tool. I enjoyed sex with him. My first sex experience.
"Honey, why don't we strip and go in the bedroom?"
"Sure, baby," I smiled, "you're a groovy cat."
"Good balls," he grinned, gripping his still rigid pecker in one hand and reaching for a bottle of booze with the other. Lifting it to his mouth he poured some down his throat and turned to me.
"Do you mind if I have it from a glass?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "sure, another vodka?"
Nodding, I took the glass from him and sipped it slowly, just looking at his huge thick penis and his balls. It was a strange introduction to sex, pleasant, stimulating but not like I imagined it.
"We look funny, don't we?" he laughed.
"We do," I agreed, "my naked boobs and your big dong hanging out."
"What do you say we undress each other?"
"Why not?"
In seconds we were both bare-ass naked.
"You're good enough to eat," he glowed, looking me over from head to toe.
"Let's screw," I said, anxious to know more about sex. Inside his bedroom he proved what a sexy guy he was. Mirrors were on three sides of the bed and a king-size bed.
"Another way of making it is watching," he explained. "I always like to watch myself fucking."
Soon his arms were around me and we were kissing passionately. Our tongues locked in a French kissing session. He licked me all over my face, my eyelids, my nose, my lips, even poking his tongue in my ears.
He had me trembling, I got so turned on.
"Ohhhh, love me, love me," I begged.
Breathlessly, he asked, "Can I do anything?"
"Yes, yes," I moaned.
His tongue licked all around my titties, sucking on the breasts and then he got down to my moist mound. He went right on and began licking my cunt, reaching up to squeeze my breasts while his tongue licked in passionate excitement.
"Suck me, ohhhh, lover, suck me."
His tongue dipped in my cunt and he licked my clitoris. He knew just what to do, lavishing it with furious licking and then using his trained teeth to nibble. I went out of my gourd, he knew I would.
"Ohhhh, suck my cunt, suck it," I panted.
I came in his mouth, his tongue eagerly licking all my juices. I held him fast while he finished me off. I couldn't believe anything could be that exciting.
Lifting his face from my pussy he had a little boy smile. "Like having your pussy eaten?"
"Ohhh, yes, yes," I nodded, "I love it."
Glancing down I saw his penis was again hard as a rock. I knew he wanted to screw again.
"You said we could do anything, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes," I laughed. "Anything...."
He got off the bed and moved to a pole lamp. He snapped three lights on. I was instantly bathed in a red glow. Looking in the mirror I did look exotic.
Turning on the stereo he found some exotic drum music. He looked at me, a slow smile creeping across his face.
"Turn over so I can turn on."
I flipped over and he got down between my ass-cheeks and started licking me. It felt so good I arched my ass up and just let him lick.
"Watch me in the mirror," he said excitedly. I glanced in the mirror and it did look sexy to see his face buried in my ass. His fingers began diddling my pussy peeking out from beneath.
"Ohhh, you're great," I told him. "Keep it up."
He did. The action built until he was ready to do his thing.
"Get up on all fours. I like to do it dog-style." I did as I was told.
It did look silly to watch him on his knees poking his huge pecker at my asshole.
"A little lube job," he laughed, pressing a tube to get some jelly to rub around his penis.
"I like that music to fuck ass by ... do it to the drum beat ... that's the best way to screw ass."
His hands gripped my ass-cheeks, then he drove his huge pecker forward and I felt the damned thing forcing its way up my asshole.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, "how much meat you shoving up there?"
"Nine tremendous inches," he panted, pushing it in and out swiftly. His hands slapped at my ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he said, driving in and out. I could tell this ass-fucking bit turned him on full fucking speed ahead.
"Throw your ass up to meet me," he laughed.
Arching my ass I threw it back to him.
"That's it ... churn it around."
I ground my ass around his dick. It drove him wild.
"Ohhhhh, baby, now you're fuckin' ... doesn't take long when we do it this way ... ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it."
Thrusting hard, he shot his wad.
"Ahhhhh, baby, keep grabbing my dick, that's the way ... ohhhh, more to the left ... oh, baby, you're a great ass screw."
Slowly slipping his huge pecker out, he tapped me playfully on the butt.
"Like that?"
"You bet I do! You know how to do everything."
He took me home and gave me a hundred bucks. When I realized how much spare change I could pick up fucking after hours, I didn't hesitate to give the eye to men I thought were loaded.
About a week later I zeroed in on one handsome target. He was a young guy, dressed like he had loot. When I swung my hips before his eyes he licked his lips. That was a sure sign he was a pussy-eating sonofabitch who'd pay my price if I worked it right.
I laughed when I shook my titties in front of him and he laughed too. I thought it would be a good idea to spare nothing when it came to attracting potential clients.
"Jeez, look at her shake them knockers," he exclaimed.
"They're not plastic either," I told him. Old Gus, who worked the bar, heard me and stopped me talking to customers.
"Hey, no talkin' to the chicks," he called over.
A few grunts and groans of complaints and they didn't interrupt the act again. But the handsome, well-dressed guy was waiting, just as I thought he would be when I split at two-ten a.m.
"Hi," he grinned.
"Hi, yourself."
"Can we have breakfast together?"
"I guess so," I told him, trying not to be the hustler aggressor.
He drove me to a nice spot and just before he stopped the car, he asked, "We could come back here later...."
"Alright."
"Your place or mine."
"Your place."
I had no idea what going to his place would involve. He lived in the best section of town. Driving past the guarded gate to the exclusive mountainside mansions, I realized I had a good piece of change coming my way.
He was quiet, probably wondering if he'd done better going to a motel to hide his wealth and cut the cost of screwing me.
Reaching over he was feeling my thigh. I could tell I had an anxious customer on the line.
"You live in a nice house," I said, as he pulled up in front of a white colonial.
"It's comfortable," he replied modestly.
Inside the house, he fixed me a drink, then led me through a den, up two flights of stairs and into a bedroom.
"We undress here and go up there after we've showered and gotten ready for sex."
"Do you make all your pieces of ass take showers before you fuck them?"
"Nothing personal," he smiled, "just good policy."
"If you play around a lot," I nodded, "I suppose you're right."
"You play around a lot, don't you?"
"I'm beginning to...."
"That's nice ... I like fresh cunt...."
"You've got it," I laughed, tapping my naked pussy as I slipped out of my nylon panties.
"It's in here," he said, walking naked to the shower.
He had a fantastic bathroom ... one room with two silver sinks encased in white marble, a huge walk-in closet and a double shower room.
"Ohhh, this is nice," I exclaimed.
"You like luxury?"
"What woman doesn't?"
"I'll help you adjust the shower," he smiled.
Realizing it was a marble sunken tub-shower combination I sat down and let him figure out the right water temperature. He turned it on and soon we were in a small sea of waves. Soaping my pussy under the water, he washed my ass out and diddled me. He slid the soap around my titties excitedly.
"Wash me," he suggested.
"You dirty?"
"Very."
His huge pecker almost slipped out of my hand as I tried to wash it. He laughed. "And my ass too...."
He spread his legs and I reached down and cleaned his ass out. He stood quickly, letting the water drain and turned the shower on.
"Let's rush this operation because I can't wait to eat you...."
We dried off and he led the way up the next staircase leading to the private bedroom.
"Ohhh, this is groovy," I gasped, when I saw what a large bedroom he had. Marble desk-top, mirrors back of the bed and thick white rugs ... sexy and then I stopped.
"What's that?"
"The whipping post," he grinned.
"God, am I your next victim?"
"Come over here," he grinned menacingly.
"When you tell me what you're going to do to me I'll come over there," I laughed without humor.
"You're taking all the suspense out of it ... come over here, you'll find out."
"Alright," I gulped nervously, "I just hope you're not some sadistic sex-fiend who likes to ... you know...."
"No, I don't know...." he smiled as if he did know precisely what my fears were.
"Give me your hands," he said evenly, his eyes looking at me hypnotically.
I held my hands out. Quickly he produced some bracelets and locked them.
"Lift up your arms."
I lifted them up. He took the wrist-lock and snapped it to a chain atop a heavy metal ring which protruded from the wall.
He left me and walked away. I saw him fitting his legs into some heavy black boots. And then he put on a black leather jacket and a black mask. Turning the lights down low with the dimmer, he took out a small riding whip.
"I like your ass," he smiled.
"So do I," I told him, "take it easy."
"Sure, baby, sure," he grinned, "I always take it easy on nice fresh ass."
Raising the riding whip, I shuddered. He got hard watching me tremble.
"Do it if you're going to," I insisted, the suspense of wondering becoming torture.
The sharp crack of the whip cut across my bare ass. He was very hard now, his huge penis standing straight up.
"You're hurting me, stop it," I protested.
"I hope so," he said excitedly. "You got a nice soft ass."
The whip cracked again. Now he was stroking his pecker. With one hand jerking his penis, the other snapping the whip across my bare ass I felt tied to terror.
"Ohhhh, that ass is getting so nice and rosy red," he glowed excitedly. "Ohhhh, baby, you've got a nice whipping ass."
The whip cracked again. I couldn't help crying. Sobs wracked my body, only turning him on more.
"Beg me to stop and I'll quit," he said cagily.
"Please, please stop it ... you're hurting me," I begged. He did it just enough to make it burn but not enough to break the skin. The teasing tantalization of knowing I was a helpless plaything, a sex slave to his morbid passion.
I felt his hands on me. He was parting my ass, his huge pecker shoving forward. "Ever get ass-fucked?"
"Yes," I snapped, "but not tied up like a helpless slave."
"I dig it this way," he said roughly. The huge penis shoved up my asshole.
He reached around and gripped my breasts crudely, pinching the nipples savagely.
I felt like every part of my body was on fire. The awful beating I'd taken, and now this.
"Do you have to hurt me?"
"Yes, damnit, I do," he panted, driving his huge, swollen dick up my ass to the hilt.
"You're demented," I sobbed.
He pinched harder on my nipples. I squealed in pain. This made him drive his pecker harder.
"Fuck it, bitch, fuck it," he stammered. Grinding my ass for him, I couldn't help crying. The pain of his huge tool driving up my tender ass so roughly, the ugly wincing pain of pinching my nipples seemed like it would never end.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming," he gasped, his nails pinching into my tender nipples.
"You're hurting me, you damned degenerate, stop it," I sobbed.
He only pinched harder and rammed his dick in farther. At last he released my breasts and pulled his prick out. Unchaining me, he was all excited, his eyes aglow.
"You like it ... do you dig kinky sex?"
"No, get me out of these wrist-locks." He got me out quickly and jumped on the bed like a young kid.
"Would you please pay me ... I want to split?"
"We haven't begun," he complained.
"Maybe you haven't," I said disgustedly, "I have just finished. Give me my money."
"What makes a whore moan?" he teased.
"I don't know," I said, nervously trying to get the blood circulating in my breasts.
"When she doesn't get her money...." he laughed.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I answered the question ... what makes a whore moan? The answer is ... when she doesn't get her money."
"Very funny ... give me my money."
"Not until you finish."
"Finish what?"
Tossing the riding whip to me, he demanded, "You've got to whip my ass."
"That'll be easy," I snapped. "Turn over. I'll show you how to turn on."
He turned over, exposing his firm, round buttocks to me. Looking up, he begged, "Whip my ass good."
"My pleasure," I snapped, cracking the whip with all my might over his bare ass.
"Ohhhhh, I like that," he gasped, "keep it up."
"Sure, we aim to please," I said, snapping the whip across his tender ass once again.
By goading me on deliberately, he was cleverly scheming to produce genuine rage within me. It was working.
"Take this, you dirty motherfuckin' degenerate," I shouted in my rage. The whip came down over and over again, until his white ass turned crimson.
"Ohhhh, now suck my ass out, please baby, suck it. I'll pay you double ... go ahead, don't stop now."
"Two hundred?"
"Two-fifty, suck it."
I climbed on the bed and spread his ass and got my face in there and sucked it.
"Suck, suck, suck my dirty ass," he chuckled as I tongue-fucked him. I hated to do it, but the dirty, filthy degenerate wouldn't set me free until I did him.
"Ohhh, that's nice ... now you're sucking. Keep that tongue stiff. Suck it, eat my ass ... ohhh, beautiful ... you dig ass ... I got a nice rosy red ass now that you've whipped it honey ... suck it, suck me."
Dipping my tongue in and out his asshole I sucked hard and fast.
Flipping over he said, "Baby doll, sit on my face and I'll eat your asshole, suck your cunt while you lick my nuts and eat my dick."
I couldn't wait to climb on his face and make him eat my ass.
Straddling him, I lowered swiftly. His hands guided me over his mouth.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he said, slipping his tongue up my asshole and tongue-fucking me magnificently. I bent over and licked on his nuts.
When I realized how exciting ass-sucking could be on the receiving end, I sort of understood why he wanted me to eat his ass out.
"Suck that ass," I told him, "eat it ... eat that ass." This talk made his tongue work more feverishly.
"Suck, suck, suck it."
Now his turned-on tongue flicked faster. I was going out of my mind with sexual excitement as he diddled my cunt and ate my ass.
Grabbing his huge pecker I licked its length, crowning its head with my mouth.
He rammed it down my throat, and tore his tongue out of my twat and slipped it up my cunt.
Now, we were sixty-nining. With hard thrusts, his tongue lashed me. Licking up and down my love button I trembled. I nibbled on his dick and he loved that.
Letting him thrust as far as he could, I felt I'd gag on it but I knew he dug it like this so I let him ram it down there.
His thrusting pecker, caused me to throw my pelvis faster in his face. This tremendous moment of sexual ecstasy when our mouths, tongues and teeth worked on each other's genitals couldn't last for long at this pitch.
Harder he drove his cock, his tongue worked faster in my pussy. The cum shot down my throat. I came in his mouth. We ate each other, greedily licking at each other's genitals like a couple of sexual savages trying to devour each other.
"Suck, suck, suck it," he said, tearing away from my cunt and continuing to ram his dick down my throat.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he gasped, "keep that sucking action up ... I'm still shooting. How many times can I come? ... Ohhh, beautiful, ahhhhhhh, bite it ... oh, eat it, eat it up."
I gulped him down, his sticky, hot juices pouring down my throat.
"Love it, love it," he panted, as I licked his cock clean. When I pulled away from him, he slapped my ass playfully.
"This calls for a drink," he gasped. "Champagne for the best cocksucker in town."
"I think it should be a double toast," I laughed. "Champagne for the best cunt-eater in town."
"You might be right," he said, going to his bar and reaching for a cool Champagne bottle.
Toasting each other we laughed.
"I thought you were a monster at first," I told him.
"Did I draw blood?"
"No."
"Sex monsters bring blood so they can suck it ... I don't do that."
"Then you're no sex monster."
He paid me two hundred and fifty dollars for the night. When he took me home at seven in the morning, I felt wide awake and elated. Maybe it was the money, maybe it was sex. I don't know. But that night I knew I had a chance to cater to the off-beat sex customers who came to check the body out for use.
The next day the owner of the club informed me, "We're going topless and bottomless," he smiled. "Ass shows are the rage."
"Does that mean twice as much money for me?"
"You cheap cunt ... trying to hold me up?"
"Just want what's fair."
He gave me the finger.
"You got a lot of nerve."
"So have you showing off your body like a cheap whore. Maybe I'll fire you."
"They sure as hell don't come in here to look at you," I snapped. "I can get more money anywhere so whenever you want to bounce me, you'll be doing me a big fat favor."
"Well, let's see your big fat ass," he smiled, "so I can see if you've got anything worth puttin' on display."
"You angling for a piece of ass?"
"I don't mix business and pleasure."
I stripped right there. Turning around, he grinned, "Not bad ... maybe I should mix business and pleasure."
"For a price, yes ... free samples, no!"
Tapping my ass, he asked, "How much?"
"By the hour or the night?"
"Forget it, you cheap little bitch," he snapped, "you'd bite the cock that feeds you."
I laughed, "Okay, okay, I'll wear just arhinestone G-string with a see-through star ... okay?"
"Make sure the vice squad doesn't see too much through the star ... okay?"
"Natch."
"Not that I'm knocking your snatch," he laughed, "you've got a pretty pussy and its worth a pretty penny."
"Thanks," I smiled, "when you can afford me, you can have me."
That night I came on strong. Topless and bottomless gave me twice the appeal. I wiggled my bare ass and shook my titties right in their amazed faces. You'd think they never saw a bare ass before the way they watched the newest naked area to go commercial at the bar.
I saw two fellows eyeing me. I made it a point to close in and shake the tits, and wiggle the ass. A good bump and grind might help them mentally masturbate easier. God forbid they were doing it under the bar. I'd hate to be a party to public hand-jobs. It seems indecent. , Both men watched. They were both black. But black is beautiful. What the hell? They had cocks too. If seeing some white boobs and a white ass grinding turned their big black pricks on, more cockpower to them.
"Hey, you like some action tonight?" one of them whispered. I winked. The jackass bartender caught our by-play.
"No talkin' to the chicks ... okay?" he stopped them. They grinned and nodded but smiled back at me. I knew they were both hot for me and wondered which one would meet me after the show. They both looked at me so intensely it was hard to tell which one was turned on the most.
When I emerged from the club after work both of them were waiting for me. As fate would have it, the damned prejudiced bartender with his bigoted-small brain was watching in the distance. Defiantly, I smiled, "Hi, guys."
"Hi, chick," they both chorused.
"We got an idea," one of them began, slurring his words drunkenly.
"Yes," I said quietly ... sex!"
"How'd you know?" one of them laughed good-naturedly.
"I have to charge a little," I said bluntly. "We all have to eat ... even chicks who make it anyway you can take it."
"That's the kinda chick we're lookin' for," the other one grinned, flashing his even white teeth excitedly.
"Fifty bucks," I said evenly.
"Each?"
The sharp shock they registered when I said fifty forced me to reply, "Total."
Relieved, they asked to consult with each other privately. Moments later, they returned, "Yeah ... fifty bucks is okay."
"Where?" I asked.
"Motel," one of them grinned.
"Okay, my name is Marjorie ... you're Harry ... I've been listening to you talk ... and I didn't hear your name...."
"Bill," he smiled. "Marjorie, let's get cracking ... we're both horny as hell."
I got in their older model Cadillac and we took off like a bat out of hell. Gunning the engine, the car swung around and soon we were speeding to the east side.
"You like your business?" Harry asked.
"Everybody has to earn a living someway."
"Fuckin' is a nice way," Bill grinned.
"I think so," I agreed. His large hand found my thigh and soon he slipped it under my miniskirt and was feeling my warm pussy.
"You feel real nice," he smiled.
Reaching out I felt his huge penis.
"What you got there?"
"Ten," he smiled.
"That's a lot of dick."
"I'm a lot of man," he smiled happily.
"Take it out," Harry suggested. Slowly I unzipped Bill's pants. His huge pecker popped out. "Don't you wear shorts?"
"Uh, uh."
"Skin it back and lick it," Harry suggested. "He's got a nice clean cock."
I skinned his uncircumcised penis and the huge head stood straight up. Bill watched eagerly.
I licked its head and a few drops of crystal cum appeared. Licking down the length of the shaft I felt his body moving around.
"Go ahead and suck it," Harry insisted.
Opening my lips I let him shove it in.
"Suck, white girl, suck," Bill said hotly. His fingers ran through my hair as he gently pressed me down over his throbbing penis. I let my mouth slide its full length. He groaned in sexual ecstasy...."Ohhhhhh, baby, that's nice ... suck it for me."
It hardened to incredible length and thickness. I slid my mouth swiftly up and down the rock-hard flesh. He pressed my bobbing head up and down as he drove it to me.
Pulling his pants down farther, his huge black balls appeared. "Squeeze my balls, baby," he begged.
I squeezed his nuts while I sucked him. He was pushing me down frantically as I sucked furiously.
"Suck, suck, suck that cock ... eat that black dick ... suck ... ohhhh, that's it ... suck it off, eat it up, eat it up."
I felt him sliding out of his pants and spreading his legs. Harry took out his dong and was jerking while they were laughing and joking with each other.
"Shove a finger up my asshole," Bill insisted, spreading his butt and pushing farther forward in the seat so I could easily find his butt.
Shoving a finger up his asshole, he got turned on all the more.
"Suck it harder you dirty cunt! Eat it! Swallow it! Suck, suck, suck it off ... I'm gonna come ... keep that finger driving up my asshole ... ohhh, suck, suck it."
Grabbing my head with both hands, shoving me down on his shaft, he lifted his loins, driving his huge cock deep into my throat. And then I felt it.
"Ohhh, Jeeesus, I'm coming," he panted, exploding wildly in my mouth. From the head of his raging cock to the asshole his loins were trembling.
"Suck it all out ... ohhhhh, that's it, ahhhhh, baby, suck me."
I finished his cock off and looked up at Harry.
"I'm saving it baby for the motel."
Pulling up to a sharp looking motel, they found a place quickly. We got out and went in. It didn't take them long to strip. Soon we were all naked on the bed.
"I'll fuck her cunt this time," Bill demanded. "She can give you a suck off."
"Great," Harry said, straddling my chest quickly and lowering his firm ass on my taut titties.
"How am I going to get all that in my mouth?"
"I'll help you honey," he grinned.
"The balls...."
"What's wrong with them?" he chuckled. "Nothing's wrong with them," I laughed, "but they're so big."
"That's cause they're full of hot juice ... for you, baby ... just for your sucking mouth!"
Slowly pushing the cock into my mouth I felt his nails grinding in my hair as he guided it.
"Taste good?"
My mouth stuffed with cock made it impossible to answer. I nodded. And then I felt Bill straddling my hips.
"Pretty pussy," he whispered as he shoved his huge tool in my slit.
"Two-way fucking's the greatest," Harry grinned, slowly sliding his huge black prick in and out of my mouth. With the double sensation of a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth I was enjoying it.
"Grab that dick," Bill said, "I like snapping pussy ... you know what snapping pussy is, don't you baby?"
I clutched his cock tightly in my cunt. He drove it in. With firm, lusty thrusts he fucked it.
"You know, baby," he panted, driving it swiftly in and out of my box.
"Squeeze the balls," Harry insisted. I squeezed his huge black balls as he drove his dagger-like cock into my mouth.
"Feels good," he winked, "now, you keep licking my prick and I've got a big surprise for you ... liquid surprise."
I sucked him feverishly. He played with my titties while I ate his dick.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," he said, sliding it back and forth excitedly. "Keep that cock going ... fuck, fuck, fuck it."
His balls were bouncing on my chin as he arched over me and rammed that black thing home.
"I like to watch it going in your mouth," Harry smiled. He slid it way in and out and watched.
"Ohhhh, that's it ... now, now, suck it, suck it," he said increasing his speed. The giant cock jabbed unmercifully down my throat and he rose over me. I could see his ass-crack, his balls riding my chin as he looked down on me in passionate frenzy.
"Suck, suck, suck that black cock," he demanded, and then he came gushing in my mouth.
"Eat it up, eat my stuff, eat it up, girl ... eat it up." I ate his love juice ... hot, steaming, delicious.
Harry's orgasm brought me there too. I ground my ass around the huge pecker of Bill. Together we came.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, honey," he laughed. "Grab that dick ... don't you let it go ... grab that cock."
Clutching his cock with my cunt muscles I felt his sperm inside me. Bathed in the warm glow of his steaming cum while Harry slid his huge black pecker out of my mouth. He was squeezing my titties as he slid out.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful ... you sure know how to suck cock."
When Bill got his dick out of me, I got dressed and they paid me the money they promised.
"I'll take a taxi home," I told them and walked down the street a couple blocks before I could find an unoccupied cab.
When I got home I began thinking about myself. I was finding screwing fun. I couldn't figure out how it happened but now I knew I was suddenly hooked on weirdo sex.
The next morning I slept in very late and was awakened when the phone rang. "Hi," I began. "Marjorie, this is Val...."
"Val?"
"You know the relief gal at the topless joint?"
"Ohhh, yes."
"I want to talk to you," she said seriously. "Yes, about what?"
"Could I come over and talk to you at your place?"
"Sure if you want to." An hour later she showed.
"Come in, Val," I welcomed her. She was looking very smart in a white leather micro-mini and green accessories.
"It's about our boss," she began. "Honey, could I have a drink?"
"Oh, sure ... what?"
"Scotch...."
"Right."
I poured a vodka gimlet for myself and give her a scotch on the rocks. Then I listened.
"We're being asked to go totally nude," she said. "Total. And no increase in price."
"What?"
"Yes," she snapped, "and that's not all ... he wants exhibitions."
"Exhibitions?"
"Yes," she said nervously, "on stage sex ... intercourse for everybody to get their jollies ... and no more money."
"That cheap-skate ... I'll be damned if I'll perform for a group of people with no more cash."
"Oh, it's awful," she moaned, "he wants us to eat each other and I'm married."
"What does your husband think?"
"He thinks I should get more money if I have to do that."
"He's absolutely right, we should."
"If we approach the boss together, we'll get that salary raise. Everything else is going up, we've got to have more money."
"You're right. Tonight, I'll go with you."
That night we approached the boss. He was smiling, good-naturedly, "Girls, I want to talk to you about the act."
"So do we," I snapped.
"Yes, yes, come in my office," he said casually. Inside his well furnished office he had a pile of bills. "See these?" We nodded in unison.
"They're bills ... everything's going sky-high. I've got to think of new ways of making money to pay them. Teamwork, if we pull together, we can keep the club going."
"That's too bad," Val said sarcastically, "but judging from the crowds since you made us show our asses to the paying public I thought you made more money to take care of rising costs."
He smiled greedily, "Oh, yes, I make more money ... but not enough to take care of more expenses."
"So now you're going nude?" I asked, looking at him with a stony stare.
"Well, er, yes ... I must," he apologized, "and they demand even more ... competition, the movies these days show fornication."
"So we sixty-nine each other?" Val smiled. "Just like that! What do you think my husband will say?"
"Please, Val, you're making it tough for me."
"We want more money," I demanded flatly.
"How much more?" he gulped nervously.
"Twenty-five bucks a night," I insisted. "That is little enough for all the extra business our sex show will bring."
"That's a lot of money," he shook his head. "You don't know how much I might need to go to court."
"Suck off," Val said, rising.
"Alright, alright, we'll put on the exhibition. You girls are a big draw. Keep your bodies shapely ... you know, trim and nice and I don't ever want to catch you talkin' to nobody after hours. Remember, this is no cat-house come-on. That's another business. The two are similar, but not identical ... dig?"
"Yes," I said tightly, wondering if the bartender had told him about me meeting the two Negro guys.
"You don't have to worry about me," Val snapped, "my husband has enough on the ball, or should I say in the balls, to keep me real happy ... dig?"
"Okay, so we're all one big happy family now that we understand each other ... right?"
Val and I had the midnight sex show. We rehearsed before a mirror in our dressing room and broke up laughing. I was no Lez and she wasn't either. The whole idea of me putting my face in her crotch and her doing the same to me made us laugh.
Yet when the soft blue lights played on our naked bodies as we came on stage, the laughter never entered our minds. The men were watching intently between big gulps of booze. vVe did a quick little dance routine and then lay down on the mod beach towel and went down on each other. The men were going out of their gourds watching.
It was all supposed to be simulated sex ... pretending we were eating each other.
A funny thing happened. I got the sudden urge to actually eat her pussy when I was in the same spot the men were who went down on me. I knew there must be fascinating sucking thrills to be derived from eating cunt.
From the way Val's body trembled I thought she was turned on too. Back in the dressing room after the third bow and a stormy applause I locked the door and threw the towel on the floor.
"Val, baby, let's do it."
"Do what?" she asked excitedly.
"Eat each other."
"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm not Lez ... now I don't hold it against you, baby ... to each his own ... it's a matter of taste." As she talked, my body burned for her. I walked over to her, throwing my arms rapturously around her. And then I kissed her. Her lips parted, she pulled me closer. She wanted me, just like I thought she did when we were performing before the dirty old men.
"Ohhhh, baby, I love you," I panted as I felt the wonderful excitement of her soft breasts surge through my body. "Let's do it right now ... here."
We didn't waste any time stretching out on the towel. I lay on my back and she lowered her pussy to my mouth. Quickly my tongue tantalized her moist mound with little licks. She pushed back.
Getting down between my legs she went to work, licking greedily at my genitals.
"Suck it for me, honey," I urged her on.
It didn't take much urging. Her tongue slipped inside my slit and soon she was licking at my clitoris. I stabbed her pussy with my stiffened tongue and licked and lashed her beautiful moist box.
Nibbling on her clitoris I felt her vibrate.
"Eat me," she moaned softly. I went to it. Hungrily I spread her pussy and licked, sucked, nibbled and loved it. She did the same to me. It didn't take long before we came, gushing hot cum into each other's mouths.
We both lay on each other for a moment after our beautiful sex. It was a moment of truth, an exciting sexual discovery about ourselves.
"I don't know what got into me," I laughed, playfully caressing her inner thigh.
"I don't either," she giggled, "but you taste good." There was someone knocking on the door.
"Hey, you chicks, time to close up and go home ... what's keeping you?"
I told the nosy bartender we were taking showers and would be out soon. I think he suspected something else. But the door was locked. Yet it was too close a call to risk it again.
"Val, we've got to see each other again," I whispered.
"It can't be at my place," she explained, "my husband would have a holy fit if he caught me making it with a woman."
"But he doesn't object to our stage show?"
"That's make-believe," she smiled, "or so he thinks."
By the next time we made it, I'd done a little sex research. I found out what women use ... the dildo. I went out and bought one and laughed out loud when I tried it on at home. The straps looked strange, but the idea of having a powerful penis to ram up Val turned me on.
I phoned her one afternoon and invited her over.
"I guess so," she said reluctantly.
"Tell your husband we're having a sex-act rehearsal ... okay?" I laughed.
"I'd never tell Herbie that," she giggled, "he's so damned suspicious of me anyway ... only lets me work at the club if I promise never to have sex with anyone but him. Gads, he's living in the dark ages!"
When Val knocked on the door I was ready. I opened the door just a crack, then stood behind the door making sure it was her and let her enter. She looked at me when I locked the door and gasped.
"Oh, my God, you've gone Lez," she gasped. "You've got one of those awful plastic pricks ... what do they call them?"
"Dildo, luv, dildo."
"Drink?" she asked almost immediately.
"Sure ... I'm for vodka, you too?"
"Ohhh, alright ... heavy on the vodka."
When we both had a couple of drinks, we got a laughing jag over how funny I looked with the dildo strapped on my cunt. She quickly undressed and asked me, "Try it out on me, I'm dying to know if it's like a real pecker."
Spreading her luscious legs invitingly, she tapped her hairy pussy. I straddled her, guiding the plastic cock up her super slit.
I got right on her and stabbed it back and forth like a man laying a woman. It felt great just giving it to her. I caught onto the excitement a man feels when he dominates a female sexually.
"Give it to me," she panted.
Pulling on my buttocks, her hands told me she dug it just as much as I did. Closing in on her, our big breasts collided. We were really going to town.
"Does it come too?"
"Sure it does," I told her, pointing to the small push-button that released the hot liquid.
"Come on and fuck me," she said, throwing her legs around me and grinding her pelvis in time to my dildo thrusts. God, it was great being a man ... no wonder women dug getting fucked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped as I drove it in and out. And then I felt her coming. Her boobs were expanding, the nipples hardening, her cunt gushing. I pressed the button, releasing the cum flow.
"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she groaned, churning her ass around for me. I dug right in and struggled. Our boobs pressing against each other, both of us coming. It was beautiful. I pulled it out and she asked, "Can I do you?"
I got so thrilled to think she enjoyed it too, I hugged her close. "Baby, I've got a great idea ... the double dildo."
"What?" she giggled.
"The double-dildo is super cock ... we both get fucked."
I got it out and fitted it so we could continue with a beautiful second round of screwing.
Sliding it in and watching ourselves in the mirror we couldn't wait to make it go.
"Fuck me," she begged. I drove it to her.
"Fuck me ... ohhhh, baby, do me," I urged her on.
We came at each other with matching cock stabs. The beautiful dicks massaged our cunts.
"I'm coming ... ohhhh, I'm coming again," she moaned, turning and twisting. I got so excited I shot my wad too.
"Ohhhh, honey," she laughed, kissing me sweetly, and locking on my titties. "You're too much."
That night at the show some of the men thought we were too much too. They applauded like they were flipping.
We took a couple bows on the runway and then we were alone in our dressing room. Val seemed to be getting more beautiful. I was being hopelessly turned into a Lez, being forced to lick on her titties and fake a fuck act each night. And the worse part of all was I didn't care. I wanted her to love me, the hell with her husband ... I needed her, I loved her and we turned each other on. Why should she let anything stand in the way of our happiness.
"Maybe we should quit seeing each other for awhile," she suggested after we'd both finished dressing.
"Herbie?"
"He suspects ... I guess some men at the factory saw us having sex and they teased him ... 'You married to a Lez?' ... and it's driving him nuts. So, I don't think we can risk getting caught."
"I've got to have you ... I've got to," I told her.
"You're in love with me," she said, in shock.
"Yes, and I'll fight for you," I told her. "I'll fight Herbie, the boss of this dirty dive and all the rats in hell to keep you."
"We must end it ... I'm quitting this job tonight."
"If you do, I'll tell your husband everything," I threatened her.
"You'd blackmail me?" she gasped in shock and anger.
"Anything to hold the one I love."
"That's not love, that's a sickness ... you're sick...."
"Don't you call me sick," I warned her. "Tomorrow at my place at two or else...."
"Or else ... what?"
"Herbie will get the lowdown on us."
"He'd never listen to you."
"What to find out?"
"No," she shrieked, "I don't want to find out. You've got me cornered. Herbie is a filthy, suspicious husband and you're a scheming Lez. Put you two together and...."
"You're out in the cold, huh?"
"You little bitch," she flared.
"Don't call me names," I warned her. "You'll eat your words before I'm through with you. In the meantime you'll eat me ... tomorrow, my place, two p.m. That'll give you plenty of time to race home to your adoring husband so you can fix his male ego while you serve him a delicious T.V. dinner to show how much you care. Home sweet home. Oh, I envy you, Val."
"I'll be there at two," she said evenly, "but not because I want to be there! Get that straight!"
"That doesn't matter to me ... just so you show."
At two p.m. the following day she knocked on the door. She was quiet and I knew she was upset.
"What's troubling you?"
"Should I be happy?"
"Yes," I said throwing my arms around her. "You know we love each other. You're fooling nobody but yourself. Herbie suspects, we know ... don't we?"
She didn't answer with words, but her lips and tongue told the story. Kissing me tenderly, her tongue slipped inside my mouth and soon we were Frenching each other.
Moments later we were bare-ass naked on the bed.
"Let's eat each other," I smiled.
"I'm no pussy-eater," she protested, "that's Herbie's department."
"You're a pussy-eater now," I said, going down on her cunt and pushing my pussy in her face. Her tongue told the lie to her foolish talk. Her tongue slipped eagerly inside my gash and she licked and sucked with total delight as I ate her box.
I guided her as my tongue did its thing on her love button.
"Keep it up," she begged. "Ohhh, I love it. I love it. Nobody ever did me like this before."
I went to work on her beautiful pussy, sucking away with all the passion I felt for her beautiful body. She did the same for me and suddenly we gushed in each other's mouth. Licking, eating, thrilling to each other's taste, we finished off our sex act.
"What are we going to do about us?" I asked. "I don't know," she said, her forehead wrinkling. "You do love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do," she smiled, "but there is Herbie."
"You can't love him after what we've meant to each other."
"That's just it," she said softly, "I dig you both. I guess I'm bi-and you're Lez."
"Oh, God, you're split down the middle."
"Yes," she said, looking down, "it isn't easy being sex schizo."
I hugged her, stroking her breasts softly with my tongue. She stroked my head while I licked her.
"I've got to run," she said, "Herbie's dinner."
"Can't he ever take care of himself?"
"No," she replied, "he needs me."
"So do I," I told her flatly. "I need you something awful. He can get any number of women ... and don't think he doesn't. Most men are so damned disloyal. They're true to their cocks, not our cunts."
"I don't think Herbie plays around with anybody," she said sincerely.
Little did she know. I'd had enough experiences with men to know that you couldn't trust them out of sight. Then, I let her go. I watched her from the window and it hurt me deeply as I saw her leave me. I had a feeling rush through me it was the last time.
That night we got busted. It was awful. Vice-cops all over the place. We were rushed down to jail and booked. Sure, we got out on bail but the club was closed down. Our names got splashed all over the papers and wouldn't you know it, Herbie divorced Val.
I tried to console her but it was useless. I felt so alone I didn't care about life, say nothing of sex. I got to hiring out and then I met up with a sadist who slashed me across my breasts. I had to go to the hospital ... lost so much blood I nearly lost my life.
Now, I want to begin again, but it is so damned difficult. I have no references, and I don't want to start telling lies for any reason. But, they'd never hire me anywhere if they knew my sordid past.
It has even played havoc with my health. I guess it couldn't help but have a lot of negative static because I've gotten so mentally and physically exhausted.
I've come to you for help. You can't tell most doctors about sex problems. If you tell them you've been a hustler, they've got you pegged ... that's no good. You need somebody who has enough understanding, enough insight to help you carve out a new life. My feeling is that everybody has a right to a second chance.
Now I can't find employment. I'm on welfare and I hate it. But I don't have anything I can do. Sometimes, I feel like slipping back into sex. If I'd diet, get my shape back and try the topless circuit ... not the high-class spots, but the out-of-the-way joints, maybe I could make a comeback."
SUMMARY
Marjorie's problems are many. The shock of the loss of her father and mother was enough to send her into life-long security quest, but the double blow of losing her only brother in the Viet Nam conflict almost completely wiped out her last security base. Within herself, she developed a need for attention, which she translated in her warped way as love. Certainly, the type of adulation paid by drooling drunks at a topless bar, which serves as a voyeur establishment could do little good for her.
The fact Marjorie was accountable to no one made it much easier for her to slip into the "hustling" trade. Finding the money good, the attention meaningful, she continued in her sexual exploration until she discovered Val.
Val represented great emotional security; it spared her from the trauma of marriage, children and the very type of life she felt inadequate to face.
However, breaking up the marriage of Val and Herb only led her into more chaos. The vice-squad crackdown brought complete destruction to the entire emotional framework Marjorie had erected for her survival. Now, she was faced with the fact some people felt her performances were lewd, indecent and rated her as some kind of a sex criminal whose life was contributing to the degredation of the community.
Combining this final blow with all the others life had dealt her in an unending attack on her happiness, it is amazing the pressure didn't lead to a crack-up.
Fortunately, she had much more inner strength which surfaced to save her. Now, she must attack her crossroad problem; where can she go from here?
It is true, she might regain her figure and reappear in the nudie night-club circuit. However, it is doubtful this would bring her any more lasting happiness than it did the last time around.
It might be advisable at this point for her to realize she is not too old to enter some vocational training program whereby she could learn a new way of earning a living. Easy money from selling sex will have to be forgotten. She will have to begin again. It won't be easy at first, but it will be far from satisfactory for Marjorie to go the other route.
CHAPTER THREE
In spring a young man's fancy turns to love. This could also be stated; 'in spring a young man's fancy turns to sex.' When the colleges let out for spring vacations all around the nation young people head for the resorts. Florida's beaches are always packed with youth at this time of year. California's resort communities are filled to overflowing.
Mike explained his problem to me, relating how it began during a spring vacation sex orgy.
"You're a young man who doesn't look like he has a problem in the world," I smiled.
"Appearances are deceiving," he said quietly. I studied him for a long moment. Mike was almost six feet tall, olive-skinned, black hair and intense black eyes. He was slim and quite handsome. No doubt he was very popular among the women. But something was bugging him so much he couldn't sit still.
"Be frank, Mike, I've heard a lot about sexual problems. To you it may seem totally unique, nobody else but you ... you're probably wrong. If you've done it, somebody else has too."
He grinned, stretched out and tried to relax. "When you put it that way, maybe you've got something there."
"Of course I have," I nodded, "now, go ahead and tell me what you want to about your problems."
"It began last spring vacation, over a year ago. We were all heading for Catalina Island."
"You and who else?"
"All the guys in our fraternity and a lot of other kids from college. We practically took over a big old motel on the side of the mountain."
"Took over a motel?"
"Yep," he smiled, "I'll never forget that place. It was kind of old and beat-up. We didn't care. Matter of fact that made it all the more fun. Dave, he was the Frat President, had brought along his Super-8 movie projector and said he had some educational films to show us. We all knew what that meant.
First night there we got drunk on wine. Wine's good and it's cheap too. Well, we were in this double suite showing dirty movies and drinking wine and having a ball.
"Look at that," one guy broke up laughing when this big old dog rammed his dog-dong up this chick's cunt. I flipped. God, I never saw anything like it before.
When the dog fuck-flick had finished, we were all horny as hell and didn't know what to do about it.
"We need us some ass," Dave announced. "Let's go ass-huntin'."
There were fifteen of us guys and we figured if we could get three chicks to come up to the room with us we could take turns. The logical place seemed to be down in the village or along the beachfront.
"In one hour, let's make it back here," Dave began, "divide up into three groups of five guys. Each group finds one chick. Use strategy. Maybe one guy should make the pitch. Maybe you all should try ... however you do it, I don't give a damn ... just bring a chick back."
When we'd sub-divided into three groups of guys, we parted company and went on a cunt-search.
I suggested we comb the beach. Girls who dig getting screwed often like to hang around the dark beach at night. Guys can spot them, and try to get them.
It was a warm, spring night. The full moon was shining on the sea and the waves were lapping lazily on the beach. We were all wearing our swim trunks and shirts and thongs. The chicks were in their bikinis and looked like they were asking for it. I saw a blonde number walking alone in a white swim suit.
"Dig that?" I asked the guys. They started licking their chops.
"We don't want to scare her off," I smiled. "Let me make the pitch ... I'm good at things like that."
I walked over to her and she smiled.
"Hi."
"Hi," she replied.
"Beautiful out here tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes," she grinned, "it really is."
"You from L.A.?"
"Yes," she replied.
"We're going to have a party," I grinned. "I like parties."
"Wild ones?"
"They're the best kind." I laughed, "You're wonderful ... what's your name?"
"Does it make any difference?" she laughed. "I guess not," I admitted. "Will you join us?"
"Us?"
"My buddies and me," I said, glancing knowingly toward my friends waiting in the distance.
"One of those things," she said tightly. "I don't dig gang-bangs."
"Oh, no," I said, trying desperately to trap her pussy for my pecker.
"Just one guy," she said evenly. "You ... if they want to do it, let them find their own."
"Alright," I told her, "but you and I could make sweet music."
I talked her into joining us and we all headed back for the motel room. When we all got there, there were only three chicks as we'd originally planned and fifteen guys.
The important thing was to get the girls drunk. We passed the chilled wine around and everybody was getting drunk. Once they didn't know what they were doing, we could do it to them, no complaints.
"I'm feeling wonderful," the blonde girl smiled.
"You look super-sexy," I rubbed her ego.
"Thanks, luv," she nodded, "you should see me without the swim suit!"
"I'd love to," I assured her.
"Hey, chicks, why don't you do us horny guys a favor and strip? Let's see what a lot of sexy beauties we got around here."
The two other chicks were loaded now.
"Sure, sure we'll show you guys a good piece of ass," they chorused.
The blonde girl, not to be out-done, began undressing. Soon the two brunettes and the blonde were bare-ass naked.
"Everybody, everybody bare-ass," Dave demanded. The men didn't take long to obey. Clothes were thrown all over the place as the shirts and swim trunks came off. Soon fifteen pricks were pointed at the three pussies.
"You look good enough to eat," I told the blonde when I got a load of her sweet little cunt.
"Why don't you eat me?"
"Hey, guys, watch me eat this chick's pussy," I said, grabbing her and taking her off to the bed.
She spread for me. I got between her legs and began licking. Slipping my tongue up her cunt I probed and searched her pussy.
"Ohhhh, watch him eat that cunt," Dave said, grabbing his tool in the excitement.
She reached down and held me fastened to her pussy. Reaching up I gripped her titties and squeezed them.
"Suck her out, suck it, eat it up," she panted. The boys were pleased. Now they had their real live sex show and they didn't have to get their kicks looking at dirty flicks in the dark.
"Why don't you let her eat your pecker while you eat her pussy?" Dave asked.
Lifting my mouth from her snatch, I gulped, "Why not?" My old dong was so hard it was almost there. I flipped over, straddled her and lowered my cock in her face, She grabbed it and licked its head smoothly.
"Suck that cock," Dave urged her, "and when you finish blowing him baby, I want to drive my pecker up your ass."
She was giving me a supersuck. I dug her cunt. Poking my tongue way up in there I could taste her sweet juices.
"Hey, that nice little cunt is getting all wet," Dave smiled as he saw my lips coated with her cunt juke.
"Suck it, suck it off," he told her tapping her head. I drove my pecker down her throat and she sucked smoothly.
"That's it ... ohhh, baby, keep it up. Now, you're fucking ... beautiful ... ohhhhhh, I dig that ... that's it ... fuck it."
Her hot mouth was swiftly bringing me to climax.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," I said, pulling away from her pussy a minute. My old pecker shot its load in her sucking mouth and she ate it.
"My turn, my turn," Dave said, pushing me off her. "I dig ass-fucking, baby, let me have your asshole."
Turning her around, two other guys got on the bed. One crouched near her mouth, holding his dong out to her. She took it and sucked on it ... a real orgy girl. And Dave fitted his prick up her asshole, while another fellow got his cock lined up for her pussy.
Once the three guys had their dongs up her holes they all fucked away, nice as you please.
"You've got a nice tight ass," Dave smiled excitedly as he rammed his dick in and out of her asshole.
"Eat it, baby, eat my prick," the fellow fucking her insisted. She massaged his nuts, shoving a finger up his asshole, much to his delight.
"Suck it real good," he said, "I'll cream good for ya', baby, just keep eating."
The two men having sex with her cunt and her asshole, worked to build to climax together.
"Hey, you cats, why don't you have a triple-orgasm?"
"Great idea," Dave said, glancing at the fellow across from him who was screwing her cunt. "Feel my tempo and don't race your cock too fast."
"I'm hot," the guy protested.
"So am I," Dave assured him, "but I don't want my gun to go off before I have myself some fun ... okay?"
"Okay," he panted, as he drove it up her tight box. "How you comin'?" the guy fucking her face asked, patting her head gently as he grunted and groaned and strained while he fucked her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he panted as he drove it down her throat.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, unloading his ball juice in her mouth. "Suck it all out, eat it up, that's it ... eat it up."
She gobbled him down and Dave drove it to the hilt up her asshole. "I'm coming, ahhhhh, ohhhhh," he groaned as he shot his load up her ass.
"Me too," the third fucker gasped excitedly. "Grab my dick, baby, grab it...."
She churned her ass around, pumping their penises as they kept unloading. This was followed with more fucks. And then boredom set in.
"Why don't we have a graveyard orgy?"
"You're out of your cotton-pickin' mind," Dave exploded. "Screwing in a graveyard ... oh, God, you've flipped."
"No, I mean it ... why not? It'd be like a sexy horror movie."
"He's got a good idea," the blonde agreed. "It's original."
"Sure, cause anybody who screws in the graveyard has to be nuts."
"Not necessarily," she said. "Orgy action goes on everywhere."
"Yeah, yeah, let's fuck off to the graveyard," the other guys agreed. Seizing a whip, I felt high on the idea. "I'll whip your bare ass by moonlight, baby, and fuck you on a tombstone."
"You've flipped, but I love it," the blonde said excitedly as she slipped into her white swim suit and the other fellows got their swim trunks on.
"Better not go in one big group," I advised, "people might get suspicious ... people like the fuzz."
Again, we subdivided, just like we did when we launched our cunt search. Only this time, it wasn't three groups of five fellows; it was three groups of five fellows with a chick for each group. Quietly, we slipped out by group.
We were the lead group. The blonde chick wouldn't leave me alone. She kept asking things about me. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," I told her.
"That's too bad," she said.
"Why?"
"I'm nineteen."
"That's not much difference in age," I laughed.
"But the man should be older," she said sadly. "Oh, well, we can always fuck together."
When we got to the graveyard the closed iron gates made me realize there was an obstacle to graveyard screwing I hadn't counted on.
"We'll just have to climb over," I said, as I started to climb the iron gates. The other fellows followed but the blonde looked at me helplessly.
"Ohhh, you can do it," I told her. Soon the other guys were there too.
"Lift her up ... we don't want to be in here without the females."
We managed to get the girls up and over the gates and then we hunted for a good fucking spot.
"Hey, look at this nice screwing tombstone, flat and beautiful for fucking."
The blonde girl quickly stretched out and I helped her strip. Naked in the moonlight on the ridiculous tombstone, she looked so damned appealing. Her stand-up breasts, her trim shape, I couldn't wait to really fuck her.
"Spread for me, baby," I said climbing on her. She did eagerly. I poked my pecker into her slit and soon our bodies were one. Her wonderful soft titties pressed against my hairy chest and she was covering my face with kisses.
"Fuck me, ohhh, ohhhh, fuck me," she begged. I rammed it to her good.
Dave had a nice idea.
"Why don't you suck his ass out while he fucks her?" he asked one of the chicks. The guys were quiet, wondering if the brunette would take up the suggestion. She did hesitate for a second or two.
"Why not?" she said, throwing off her swim suit, and getting down behind my ass and spreading my cheeks.
"Get right in there and suck it for him," Dave insisted. Forcing her face in my asshole, her tongue flipped out and soon she was giving me a fabulous ass-suck.
"Beautiful," I turned to tell her. "Get that tongue way up there and tongue-fuck me."
She drove it up there and my ass really got turned on. Now I was humping the blonde like crazy and she was going out of her gourd. Her fingernails ground into my back till I thought it would bleed.
"Fuck me, ohhhh, baby, give me your big old prick ... I want it all," she panted.
I gave her my all ... every damned inch of it, driving, pushing, screwing. She loved it, turning and twisting her tail around my hammer-cock.
"Ohhhh, keep that up. Way up there. Now, you're getting it up there where I like it ... ahhhh, ohhhhh, I love it."
With hard thrusts I knocked it to her. And then I came, gushing in her cunt.
"Oh, baby," I moaned, lavishing her face with kisses as I tingled all over. My ass was turned on with the ass-suck, my balls being massaged with the girl's hands, my pecker was clutched in the blonde chick's cunt and she was twisting and grinding. This was being fucked and sucked at the same time.
I couldn't stand it. I shot my load. "Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming," I gasped.
I really shot a big load up her cunt. When I finished laying her the other guys lined up.
"Hey, use some other nice spot and screw the other chicks." The other chicks laid on the cold ground and the guys made them.
When we finished I walked back to the beach alone with the blonde doll.
"You're quite a stud," she smiled, "quite a stud."
"I've got to fuck you again when I get back in L.A. Will you give me your address?"
"Sure," she grinned, "I'm glad you want to screw me again. I really dug you."
A week later I looked her up. She lived in a plush section of west L.A. It was a white brick apartment house with lots of glass windows looking out over the sprawling city lights below.
I rang the doorbell and she answered through a loud speaker system.
"Who is it?"
"Mike."
"Mike, I'm busy, could you drop by later?"
"Sure, baby, how much later?" There was a pause. "A couple of hours ought to be okay." She giggled and I suspected she was drinking.
"Okay, I'll see you then," I told her. I drove around and enjoyed the Sunset Strip. A lot of cute chicks were hitch-hiking and one in a leather outfit really turned me on.
"Want a lift?"
"Yeah," she smiled sexily. She got in and the strong perfume hit me.
"How far you goin'?" she asked.
"As far as you want to, baby."
"I go all the way," she said quietly. I drove around the hills above the strip and wound around till I found a secluded knoll overlooking the city below.
"What do you want to do?" she asked, when I parked the car and motioned for her to slide over to me.
"Eat your pussy," I grinned.
"Sure, sure you can eat me ... and I'll blow you, but it will cost you something."
"Everybody's gotta eat ... how much, chick?"
"Ten bucks!" she said anxiously.
"I'll tip you two if you do a nice job," I told her. She relaxed and laughed without humor. "Thanks."
I was so turned on at the sight of her exposed thighs I got down on the seat and lifted her leather skirt.
"Wow," I said when I saw her shaved box. "Like what you see?"
"You better believe it," I nodded, stroking her softly.
"What you guys see in eating pussy I'll never know," she smiled.
"I hope not. You'd be a Lez if you did." We both laughed and then I went at it, licking her moist mound. She was enjoying herself. I diddled her box and she was starting to come.
"Eat it," she whispered sexily. I bent over and put my face in her snatch and began licking.
"Suck it," she begged. I poked my tongue in her gash and started licking. She tasted good. With her fingers running through my hair she forced her pelvis farther in my face and my tongue fucked her.
"I love it, ohhhh, that's beautiful," she gasped, "suck me ... ohhhh, suck me."
Nibbling on her clit did it. She came. I licked anxiously sucking all her delicious juices in my mouth and swallowing them. When I pulled away from her pussy, a contented grin spread across her face.
"I dig you," she sighed.
"Maybe you should pay me then," I teased.
"I'll take care of you now," she whispered as she reached for the zipper on my pants. Unzipping me, she pulled out my rigid pecker.
"You're well hung," she complimented me.
"Never had any complaints."
"Just think, here I am gripping your joint and I don't even know your name."
"Well, I sucked your pussy and didn't know your's...."
"What is your name?"
"Mike," I smiled. "Mike with the dick you like!"
"Beautiful," she laughed, "I'm Joyce...."
"That's a pretty name ... Joyce ... Joyce, baby, will you suck Mick's big stiff prick?"
Gripping it tighter in her hand, she said, "It'll be a pleasure, Mike."
She bent over and her tongue licked all around its crown.
I was horny and didn't want to waste time getting my rocks off.
"Oh, baby, come on and suck it for me," I panted. "Please honey, suck it off."
She slipped her mouth over it and began sucking with small tongue lashes. Finally she got her mouth down over the whole thing and massaged my nuts.
I guided her, "Suck my dick ... eat it up ... eat that pecker."
Dirty talk turned her on. "Suck it, you cocksucker, suck ... ohhh, ahhhhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming."
Spasms of sperm flashed down her throat as I came. She greedily sucked every bit of it. Cleaning it off, she pulled away from it. I was still hard as a rock.
"You've got a good cock there, Mike ... real good."
"You've got a nice hot mouth, Joyce."
I got out a ten and two ones and paid her. She looked at the money regretfully for a second or two.
"I dug it so much, Mike, I hate to do this."
"Aw, forget it ... we had a ball."
I drove her back to the Strip and let her try her luck again. No doubt she'd scoot up to her apartment and put the money away and dash down to the boulevard again and try to make some more.
When I rang the buzzer at the apartment, she answered quickly.
"Betty, baby, it's Mike."
"Come on up, Mike ... I'm in 302." The buzzer rang, releasing the door. I went up on an elevator and got out and walked down a thick-carpeted hall. Rapping on her door, she replied swiftly. She looked beautiful in a pale blue see-through negligee.
"Come in, Mike," she smiled seductively.
I stepped in. Everything was class. Silver silky French Provincial furniture and rich blue rugs. Everything seemed to blend with Betty's blonde skin.
"Can I fix you something to drink?"
"Why not?"
"What'll you have?"
"Gin," I told her. She brought me a drink quickly and promptly made another for herself. Over drinks we got so turned on I wanted to rape her and fuck her on the sofa.
"That was a wild time we had up in the graveyard, wasn't it?" she chuckled.
"You bet it was," I nodded, not taking my eyes off her nearly bare naked titties. "Hey, why don't we take off our clothes?"
"You horny?" she giggled.
"I'll show you how horny I am," I told her, unzipping and pulling out my big prick. 'You call that horny?"
"I do, indeed," she said, looking at it as if she was cock-hypnotized.
"Will you suck it for me?"
"Sure, I will," she grinned, reaching for a couple of ice cubes and slipping them in her mouth. "You eat ice cubes?"
Her mouth was full of ice. She couldn't answer, so she shook her head.
"You are unusual," I smiled.
She nodded, and then popped the ice cubes out in a glass. She walked over to where I was sitting, dropped to her knees and pulled my prick to her mouth.
Getting it in her cool mouth was great. I dug it ... hot cock, cool mouth.
"Ohhh, that feels good," I told her, "keep sucking."
I didn't have to tell her that. Cock turned her on. She sucked smoothly. I was going out of my gourd. Her fingers played with my balls, she teased my ass and kept the action up.
"Suck it, suck it off," I ordered her. She sucked like a wild woman. And with her fingers teasing my nuts, I got so turned on I grabbed her head and drove it down her throat.
"Now, eat it up ... eat my dick ... eat it," I gasped, exploding in her mouth.
Hungrily gulping my juices, she gobbled my prick. We were both having a ball. Slowly, she slid off my dick and I told her, "Honey, you've got a great routine."
"I should have," she grinned, "I'm in the hundred-dollar an hour class."
"That's first-class ass," I laughed, tapping her head softly.
She slid out of her negligee and stood before me alluringly naked.
"I got ideas for us," she said.
I scratched myself, "I got ideas, too."
"Out of your clothes," she insisted. I took off my shirt, got out of my pants and pulled down my shorts.
"Come in my bedroom," she said. "See how I make it."
What a bedroom. A huge mirror was behind her bed. And I saw a couple whips standing in the corner.
"You use those?" I asked, pointing to them.
"Sure," she laughed. "Haven't you ever whipped a woman before?"
"No, I haven't," I admitted.
"It's a groovy experience," she smiled. "Try me."
Saying no more she got on the bed and turned her rosy ass up for me and handed me the whip.
"Go ahead and whip me, silly," she insisted.
I didn't dig this. Goddamnit, I was no sadist.
"Afraid?" she teased. "Scared you might hurt me?" That did it. It brought out the fire in me. I walked over to the shapely blonde buttocks and something seized me ... an urge to hurt her.
Lifting the whip I brought it down hard. She gasped, "Ohhh, I love it, I love it, keep whipping me, keep it up."
I kept smacking her ass with the whip. The sound of the whip slapping her bare flesh excited my nuts. I was getting a good hard-on again.
"Keep it up," she demanded. Damnit, if she wanted her cute little ass beat, I'd beat it.
"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she moaned when the blood came. I quit beating her, my cock was rock hard.
"Why don't you lick the blood off," she whispered excitedly. I got on the bed and held her beautiful blonde ass in my hands. The bright red blood made it all the more inviting.
There wasn't much blood, just a few streaks but enough to turn me on. Licking the blood off her ass turned me on. She arched her ass up and begged me to suck her ass.
Burying my face in her ass, I licked it.
"Suck my ass," she pleaded, "suck it...."
I sucked all around her asshole with wide tongue lashes, then stiffened my tongue and tongue-fucked her.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," she gasped, "that's real nice." Sliding it swiftly in and out I managed to give her the strange excitement she craved. Her pussy was peeking out tantalizingly from beneath her so I slipped out of her asshole, and glided into her twat.
"Beautiful," she groaned, flipping over and throwing her pelvis in my face. Gushing in my mouth, I licked her hot cum juices. Finishing, I slapped her butt playfully.
"We were made for each other," she laughed, "we really were."
"Okay," I smiled, "we gotta try everything tonight."
"Haven't we about scooped the sex scene?"
"Not quite," I told her, "I never fucked your ass."
"You like it Greek style?"
"Sure, I do ... doesn't everybody now and then?"
"I suppose so," she agreed, getting up on all fours. "Fuck away."
Getting behind her I spit in my hand and lubricated my prick. Then I pushed it. She was tight.
"Don't kill me," she insisted.
"I'll try not to," I said, shoving it hard up her ass.
Once it was up there it felt fantastic. She churned her shapely blonde ass around it like a real pro and I drove it hard. Bending over I played with her titties while I screwed her. She liked that.
"Fuck it," she said excitedly, "I love having you up me ... keep fucking ... get it off in me."
Her liking it turned me on. I rammed it hard up her ass. She ground it around for me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," I panted and kept on screwing her. She threw her ass back to meet me.
"Oh, God, you're a great grind," I whispered, knocking it up there good.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh, keep it up ... keep twisting, I'm shooting." The sperm shot up her ass. Pinching her titties, I drove it in. Slowly sliding out of her, my prick felt satisfied. I flipped over and lay there on the bed.
"What do you do for a living ... screw?" I asked her.
"Well, not exactly," she said. "I'm under contract."
"What?"
"Yeah, a producer has hired me to work in pictures ... small parts but he promised me he'd build me up."
"Does he care if you play around with other guys?"
"Not at all," she laughed, "he's bi-sexual ... he likes to watch."
"He's a voyeur ... I know what that is ... I read about them. They're men who dig sex most when they watch other men screw ... yeah...."
"Maybe he can watch us fuck ... you wouldn't care would you, luv?"
"I don't know," I told her. "Seems to me he must be some kind of a queer kook if he digs watching other men screw."
"Oh, no," she said, "he's just sophisticated."
"Sophisticated?"
"Don't you dig? That means somebody who knows the score ... whose had it every way ... you name it. Now, Rodney is like that. He likes to do real unusual stuff."
"He's a dirty sonofabitch," I snapped. "He's twisted."
"Honey, you're so damned naive," she smiled. "You've been doing the sadistic stuff tonight ... just a little blood, but you liked licking the blood off my ass tonight, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes, I did," I admitted.
"Well, sophisticated sex is trying other things ... I think we should have a little three-way orgy next time with Rodney."
"I don't know about him."
"Grow up," she snapped. "I've done things with women ... mind you, not cause I dig chicks myself, but because it's the 'in' thing to do at parties sometimes. I mean some producer's wife swings and if you don't let her eat your pussy, you could get in trouble."
"Trouble?"
"Sure, she can tell her husband not to use you in a flick ... I mean, it happens everyday. A girl has to play her cards right. Like me and Linda. I screwed with Linda and she pulled strings and I got starred in "Two Girls for Bill" and that put me in orbit."
"You're a movie star?"
"Well, in a way I am ... you might say I'm a dirty motion picture star ... I mean dirty flick star-nude shows, fuck shows ... dig?"
She talked me into letting Rodney watch. A week later I went up to her pad and she greeted me at the door with her same sexy smile.
"Mike, luv, you look so good tonight. Maybe Rodney will want to use you in the movies."
"Dirty movies?"
"Do they make any others these days?"
I hugged her close to me, and then I saw Rodney sitting there, watching.
"Rodney, meet Mike ... Mike, meet Rodney."
Rodney was a nice looking, middle-aged, grey-haired man. He was dressed in a green check sports coat and looked real sharp.
"Good evening," he smiled, got up and shook hands with me. "Good evening," I nodded.
"A good drink ought to get us grooving," she smiled. Soon we were all stinkin' drunk.
"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" Rodney asked.
"Anytime," Betty nodded.
"Let's see who can strip first," she giggled when we were in the bedroom.
She didn't have much on so she won the contest. I felt uneasy with Rodney watching. Hell, I didn't want no pervert peeping when I screwed her ... but if watching me would help her career, I figured I should try to help.
"Oh, you've got a good body," Rodney smiled. He was bare naked now and looking me over.
"I told you he had a good build on him," Betty grinned proudly.
"That he does," Rodney nodded, studying me closely.
Betty got on the bed, leaned back and spread for me.
"Want to eat me first, baby?" she grinned.
I looked at Rodney...."Want to eat her?"
He shook his head and smiled, "I just watch," and he reached down and began stroking his penis.
Now I felt edgy as hell, this dirty flick producer jerking while I was sucking.
Betty was becoming impatient, "Rodney, love, don't neglect me."
I got on the bed, pushed my face in her crotch and began licking. Now I was curious to know just what kicks this voyeur character was getting by watching. He pulled out his huge pecker and massaged his balls.
"Suck her cunt," he panted. "Get right in there and eat her fish box."
I turned. I wanted to tell him off. Calling it a fish box on top of everything else was too damned much to take.
"Honey, aren't you going to eat me?" Betty insisted.
"Yeah, baby," I said, returning to her pussy and licking. Reaching up I groped her titties while I sucked on her cunt. Rodney was going out of his gourd.
"Beautiful," he groaned, "keep that up ... oh, now, now you're groovin'...."
He didn't feel one bit embarrassed about what he was doing. He walked over to the bed, holding his huge poker rod out and stroking faster.
"Baby, why don't you eat me?" he suggested.
"Get up here, luv," she smiled, "you can straddle me while he eats me."
Rodney got on her, straddling her chest, lowering his buttocks on her titties and holding her head in one hand, his cock in the other and guided himself into her mouth.
"Come on, cocksucker," he panted, "eat that prick ... gobble it down ... eat it."
Betty sucked it good. Funny but I got turned on watching Rodney fuck her face.
"How's her pussy?" Rodney grinned, turning to watch me while he shoved his pecker down her throat.
Lifting my sucking mouth for a minute, I grinned, "Damned good. You ought to try it yourself."
Rodney didn't reply. He turned to tell Betty to go on eating his cock.
"Suck it, baby, suck it, ohhh, that feels good." He was pumping so hard the bedsprings were squeaking. Now, Betty was throwing her pussy hard in my face.
"Eat that cunt, eat it up good," Rodney gasped. I nibbled her clit, probed her pussy with my jabbing hot tongue and we were going crazy fucking. Suddenly she came, gushing her hot juices into my sucking mouth. Rodney knew the moment she came. Turning back, he got turned on.
"Eat that pussy, eat that dirty pussy, ohhhh, suck it out ... clean her cunt with your tongue."
Driving it hard down her throat, he came, "Ohhhh, God, I can't stand it ... I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned as he unloaded his balls in her mouth.
She gulped him down excitedly.
"Suck it," he gasped, "suck that cock ... go after the juice ... eat my ding-dong, baby, eat it up."
Greedily she sucked on his tool till he finished shooting. When he pulled it out of her, he turned to me, "Nice fuck!"
We had a pause for drinks. Rodney smiled, "You might wonder why Betty had you here tonight."
"She told me," I said bluntly, not caring to go into a breakdown of his sexual desires.
"It was more than that," he nodded proudly, scratching at his balls casually.
"Oh?" I asked, wondering if he wanted to blow me.
"I had big plans for you ... ever think of a film career?"
"No, I never did."
"Well, you'd better do some thinkin' now," he grinned. "I think you and Betty here would make great movie lovers."
"What kind of movies?"
"Sex movies," he answered, almost alarmed I'd bother to ask. "They're very popular with everybody you know."
"Yeah," I said, biting my lip nervously, trying to evade a showdown.
"I could give you a couple of thousand dollars if you and Betty could turn on before the cameras," he offered.
Two thousand bucks to ball Betty baby ... beautiful I thought-and then the catch came ... would everybody I meet recognize me as a porno picture star...."No," I snapped.
Rodney scratched his left nut nervously, "You're a very foolish young man...."
"You really are, luv," Betty chimed in. "Lots of picture people began showing off their body ... look at Marilyn Monroe ... she didn't go anywhere till she posed nude for the calendar. Then, she sky-rocketed to fame!"
"I'm no ego maniac, I don't want people to see my prick ... not even you, Rodney!"
"Betty, this is disgusting ... I thought you told me he dug the idea ... I'm afraid I'll have to be going...."
"Rodney, baby, wait just a minute ... Mike, let me talk to you a moment in the bedroom alone ... okay?"
When we were alone, she flared, "He's my bread and butter. I provide you with a hundred-dollar-an-hour pussy because of the kind generosity of Rodney."
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"Well, you should be ... just because he has a little eccentricity like enjoying watching a guy and a gal go to it, shouldn't upset your male ego ... if it's secure, that is."
"I'm all man, baby," I said, gritting my teeth. "I'm not afraid of anybody watching me ball ... hell, if it means that much to you I'll work in his fuckin' movies."
"Oh, Mike," she glowed, running over to me quickly and throwing her arms around me, "I love you ... I'll tell Rodney right away."
Pulling me into the other room, she bubbled, "Oh, Rodney, Mike's going to be my co-star in our next movie."
"I don't want to apply pressure to anybody," Rodney shook his head, looking at my genitals all the while.
"No, Rodney, Betty didn't twist my arm ... she just grabbed my cock."
"You're a very wise young man ... Betty is a supercunt," he laughed.
"Watch what you call me," she laughed.
"Let's have a toast and celebrate our next movie," Betty suggested.
"I'll drink to that," Rodney said, "your last flick is cleaning up all over ... we've got a very unusual film slated for you next."
"What's it about?" I asked him.
"Trade secret," Rodney evaded answering, "we can't talk about plots in this town ... they steal ideas."
"You can be sure it'll be something sexy," Betty giggled, pouring Champagne for a toast.
About two weeks later I picked her up and she directed me to the studios.
"Aren't you excited?" she asked, as we drove down the street to the grey old buildings which used to be Triangle Pictures, Inc. back in the old days of the golden era.
"Should I be?"
"Your first day before the cameras," she reminded me. "I'll never forget my first day on the set."
"Why-cause you fucked everything on two legs and four?"
"You've got a dirty mind," she snapped.
"I keep a clean cock handy though."
"I hope so, cause I'm going to be giving it a lot of action before the cameras today."
"I can't wait," I said, without humor.
I walked into the dressing room with her and she told me we had to apply body make-up.
"Oh, hell, let's forget it," I said, the idea of covering my entire body with make-up was disgusting.
"I'll make you up," she said. "I wouldn't trust any man in make-up," she smiled. "Why?"
"He might never get past your cock," she laughed.
We stripped and under the neon lights, before floor to ceiling mirrors, we put make-up all over our bodies.
"Now, put on your clothes," she smiled, "I seduce you in this scene. You come in fully dressed."
"This is sure silly," I told her. "First you strip and put on make-up and then you dress so you can undress."
"Movies," she giggled, "always was a crazy business." She put on a tight white swim suit.
"Why don't you wear a dress?"
"You see, I'm supposed to just be walking to the door from the pool. You're an insurance salesman."
I read the ridiculous script. The loud-speaker system sounded and I heard her name and mine being called to go on set. Walking on the set, I managed to remain calm and did as I was told. Rodney was wearing a director's hat and trying so damned hard to be the big wheel.
"Morning, Mike," he grinned.
"Good morning," I nodded coolly.
"Hi, luv," he winked to Betty.
"Hi, baby," she giggled. Her body was creating quite a commotion as the grips, light men and others, watched her.
"The scene begins as Mike taps on the door. Then Betty answers. She's still in her swim suit, having just come out of the pool from her afternoon dip."
"Should I be wet?" she asked.
"No, you dried off," Rodney smiled. "The two of you have a few lines I hope you've learned and then you go right into a big sex scene."
"Do we improvise our dialogue there ... my script just stated certain acts?" I asked him bluntly.
"Right, my boy," Rodney winked, "you just let old Mom Nature take its course ... okay?"
I nodded. And then I went to the door of the set house.
"Ready ... begin ... lights, camera ... action...."
The blinding lights made me close my eyes at first. I walked onto the set and rapped on the door. Betty answered quickly.
"Good afternoon," she smiled up at me sexily. My eyes focused on her luscious, ripe bosoms.
"Hi," I sighed.
"What did you want?" she asked. "You," I grinned. "No, baby, I'm your insurance salesman."
"Oh, yes, won't you come in?" she exclaimed.
"Cut and print," Rodney directed. "Take five." The lights went out and Rodney came over to us, "You're both doing a great job. I looked in the camera and Mike photographs swell. And, baby, you never looked sexier ... you been taking sex pills or what?"
"Just little old me," she teased him. "Okay, let's roll ... lights, camera ... action ... and let's go through the first sex act."
We took up where we left off. Betty was walking toward the white naughahide sofa.
"Oh, do sit down ... I need a pussy protection policy."
I sat down.
"Oh, yes," I nodded, "the pussy protection policy ... well, we've got to find out why you need it protected first."
"You don't know?" she asked in mock seriousness. "You just don't have any idea what these dirty old men put me through. They all want to eat my snatch. And, there isn't enough to go around."
"You have a problem," I nodded, focusing my eyes on her cunt.
"You bet I do," she said, tapping her cunt in rapid-paced movements. "What's wrong?"
"I get so hot down here sometimes," she sighed in exasperation.
"Mmmm, can I cool it off?"
"I don't know, maybe if I took off my swim suit that would help."
"Oh, I'm sure it would help a lot ... looks like your pussy's on fire."
She fanned it with her hand. "It's just burning up."
"Take off your swim suit," I insisted.
"Sure you won't mind?" she winked.
Putting my hand on my penis, I shook my head, "Not in the least."
She did a slow strip, wiggling her way out of her swim suit. I kept watching her, ogling the boobs, zooming in her hairy, sweet triangle.
"Wow," I exclaimed, "I see what you mean ... you do need that pussy protection policy real bad."
"I told you I did," she said, fanning her naked pussy excitedly.
"How do you cool it off?" I asked her.
"A tongue does that," she smiled.
"Whose tongue?"
"Oh, a handsome guy ... like you," she grinned.
"You mean I can cool off your cunt with my little old tongue?"
"If you follow my instructions, you can," she nodded wide-eyed.
"Okay, I'll tongue your pussy."
"Get down on your knees," she ordered, "and I'll guide you."
On my knees, I put my face in her crotch and her hands reached out to grip me, pulling me to her moist snatch.
"Oh, that's great," she said, "just stick your tongue in and lick my clit."
She ground her pussy in my face as I drove right in and licked her. Nibbling on her clit I turned her on.
"Do that again, insurance man," she gasped. "Ohhhh, you're turning me on."
Her face captured the sexual ecstasy. The camera closed in on a big fat close-up of me sucking her pussy.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, ohhhh, lover, eat it," she groaned, writhing, running her fingers through my hair excitedly.
On camera, I licked her cunt clean, pulling my tongue out and kissing her pubic hairs and tongue-stroking them.
"Cut," Rodney called out.
"Beautiful work," he raced over to pump my hand. The crew applauded. Betty took her bows.
"Now, we'll go right into the wind-up of this powerful picture sequence," Rodney smiled. "You're going to be the two most popular stars of the screwing circuit."
A funny feeling of accomplishment and pride swept through me. Hell, if any job was worth doing, it was worth doing well-and that sure as hell included pussy-eating. Maybe they'd give annual awards some day for the guy who could eat cunt the best-on camera.
"Okay, time to let 'em roll ... take 3, same scene ... Lights ... Camera ... Action!"
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," I gasped, "but now I got a problem."
"A problem?"
"An eight and a half inch problem," I explained. "Show it to me, maybe I can help you," she said eagerly.
I unzipped and pulled out my eight and a half inch problem. She uttered a little gasp of mock surprise. "I can solve your problem," she smiled excitedly. "How?"
"I can suck it off for you," she nodded. "Oh, would you?"
"Sure, if you take off all your clothes," she insisted, "I like to see what all I'm sucking."
I stripped and stood there, flexing my muscles and turning around in my nudity for her eyes to evaluate.
"You're super," she smiled. "I'll suck everything."
"Come into my bedroom and I'll explain," she giggled.
"Okay, cut," Rodney snarled, "lunch break...." he sighed. "Just when the action gets good, we break for lunch."
"I've had my nice hot lunch," I told him.
"We know that," he nodded. "But we haven't had ours." The lunch wagon came and everybody went over to get their food. A wardrobe man brought us robes to slip on and we joined the crew at the long tables for lunch.
One hour later, the lights were moved to the big bedroom set. The pale blue walls, the blue nylon sheets and the mirror behind the bed and on the ceiling made it a real sexy set-up.
"We'll begin in a zoom shot of you lying naked on the bed as Betty is eating your ass out preparatory to your big cocksucking sequence."
"That's nice," I nodded.
"Considering Betty is just about the greatest suck in town I'd say so. We almost starred her in a flick 'Hot Mouth Girl' but thought it might be a bit too vulgar."
"Ridiculous," I laughed, "how could anyone think that?"
The lights went on, and Rodney called again, "Lights ... Camera ... Action!"
This time the scene really got going. I was lying there flat on my bare back and Betty was between my legs.
"Honey, lift your ass for me," she insisted. Reaching up she placed a pillow beneath my buttocks.
"Now, baby, you just spread your nice little old ass-cheeks and I'll show you what ass-sucking is all about."
Raising my ass, the soft pillow rested beneath my buttocks comfortably now. I looked at her beautiful face as she spread me and poked her tongue out and started licking.
The sensations surged through me and I dug it.
"Catch his expression," I heard Rodney call out. "That's great ... I want it."
The camera zoomed in for a close-up. The tongue went on licking all around my asshole.
"Oh, baby, get your tongue all the way up in there and fuck me."
Flicking her tongue up my asshole, she gave me a wonderful sexy licking job.
"Oh, baby, I like it ... you're tongue-fucking me ... keep it up ... ohhhh, that's nice ... fuck it ... suck it."
She switched from ass to balls. Feverishly she licked the big nuts and then she put each one in her mouth and sucked on them awhile. This was followed by licking along the underside of the penis. She capped my cock with her mouth and began sucking.
"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," I told her as she ate my penis. "Suck my cock ... suck it off."
With superb movements, she glided her tongue around my cockhead and then let her mouth slide its full length to its base. Suddenly she seized it and sucked in earnest.
"Suck it," I panted, "suck my cock off." Gripping her head, I ran my fingers through her hair, guiding her over my rod.
"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it, suck my cock, eat it up ... eat my dirty dong ... eat that prick."
She massaged the balls as she savagely sucked my dick. Her head bobbed up and down and I kept her pinned to my penis.
"Oh, that's nice, cocksucker, suck ... eat it up ... go after my juice ... I got lots of creamy cum stored up in my balls, baby ... that's it ... keep it up ... suck, suck, suck it off."
Now her tempo was building. At this pace I knew I couldn't last long.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," I gasped, the huge penis throbbing. And then it erupted, spilling spasms of sperm in her mouth, pouring it down her throat.
I pumped it to her and shot another load. I've never come like this before.
"Suck it out, you cocksucker," I gasped. "Ohhh, that's it, eat it up ... suck, suck, suck it off."
She finished eating me, slowly sliding her beautiful mouth off my big dick.
"Cut," Rodney sighed. "Man, I hated to end it ... it was a fantastic cocksucking sequence. Your big prick and Betty's hot mouth are an unbeatable box-office combination."
The hot lights were turned on, the men actually applauded and I blushed three shades of red. I slid off the bed and put on my robe. Betty got on her robe quickly and we went to our dressing room for a break.
When we were alone, and drinking a shot of booze, she said, "How'd you like acting?"
"You mean fucking, don't you?"
"Either way you want to put it," she smiled.
After a half hour break Rodney called us through the loud speaker system to get back on the set.
"That's it," she smiled, "time to shoot again." We walked back on the set and Rodney was standing near the bed. A triumphant expression flashed on his face. "You've both been doing a great job. In this next sequence Betty screws your ass with a dildo. This is the comic relief."
"Oh, good, I get to fuck your ass," she exclaimed. When I saw the dildo and the straps nearby I knew I was in for a big plastic prick up my ass. I didn't like the idea at all.
"Do you have to have this scene?" I demanded.
"Oh, yes, it's very important," Rodney insisted. "We try to offer a great variety of sex to keep them happy."
"Alright," I nodded, "if you insist."
Betty did look comical as hell with the strapped-on dildo. I got on the bed and Rodney directed.
"Now, you've got to get on all fours so I can slip it in easy," Betty announced, tapping me on the bare behind.
I got on the bed, on all fours and looked behind me. I shouldn't have done it because I got a laughing jag and my ass jiggled so much she could hardly get it in.
"What are you laughing at?" she giggled.
"You," I chuckled, "with those straps holding on a plastic prick and knowing you're going to stick it up me, I can't help laughing."
She got behind me, pulled my ass-cheeks apart with her hands and smiled, "You won't be laughing long."
"Okay, men, let her roll ... Lights! Camera! Action!" Betty gave one hard shove and the dildo slid up my ass.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, "how many inches is that thing?"
"Ten," she winked.
"Ten inches of cock up my asshole ... oh, God, I'm sorry you told me."
She got an intense look on her face and kept driving it in and out.
"Fuck it," she gasped, "ram your big old ass back to meet my prick, baby."
I threw my ass up to meet her dildo thrust.
Slapping my buttocks playfully, she teased, "Now, we're screwing ... keep that ass action going, baby."
Assuming the role of the man was hilarious. Betty, with her big, bouncing boobs and that hideous looking plastic prick driving in and out my asshole was a riot.
"Screw it," she panted. "Screw my prick," she said tightly as she rode me.
"Now, I'm almost there," she said, her breath coming shorter, just like a man fucking.
"Oh, God," I groaned. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming." She had worked on my prostate till I got so hot I was shooting. Instantly she pulled out the penis, got under my legs and grabbed my dick and sucked on it. She got most of it, too. Her timing was beautiful.
"Suck it," I commanded. "Suck my cock ... that's it ... suck it off ... eat it up, eat that dirty prick!"
We'd had a real wild ride. I dug her ability to create all kinds of sensations in me.
"Cut!" Rodney called out, again seemingly very well pleased with our performance.
"Now, for our next scene, we've got Chester ... you won't be needed," he grinned.
"Chester, Chester," he called. At that instant a big Great Dane came trotting on set. His trainer stood at the corner of the soundstage, proudly holding his leash.
"Oh, I'm going to make it with him again," Betty said, patting the big, anxious dog-fucker.
"Chester, you've got a real treat in store for you ... yeah, I hope you're up to it."
"In this sequence, we'll try to make a pitch for all those men who get turned on with animal sex. We estimate from our audience research poll that approximately twenty-five to thirty-five percent of the male population digs seeing a nice, healthy dog enjoying sex with a well-stacked woman."
"Oh, I see ... very scientific."
"Very," he nodded. "Watch Betty now ... she's preparing her pussy for Chester's tongue. We've got a mixture of things that turn him on in the green plastic bottle she's slipping in her cunt."
I turned in time to see Betty squeezing a green plastic container, holding the nozzle inside her box. And then Chester, licking his tongue in anticipation got on the bed and just stood there with his eager tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Ready when you are," she informed Rodney.
"Okay, luv," he grinned proudly, "Now, Mike, you can watch this one ... it's really a great performance."
I hastily slipped on my robe, walked to the sidelines and watched. Chester knew just what to do. Betty was spreading, and Rodney waved his arm....
"Roll this one ... take four ... Lights! Camera ... Action!"
Spreading her legs farther, Chester got his face down between her thighs and eagerly licked her slit.
Betty hammed it up, groaning, writhing, twisting.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, "love me ... keep it up ... that's it ... suck me ... ohhhh, suck me out."
Chester did just that. His tongue got in there and ate her pussy clean. When he'd finished, damned if he didn't turn to look at Rodney as if to ask, "How am I doing, boss?"
"Cut!" Rodney laughed.
"You're not supposed to look at me," he told the dog. "Remember you're trying to please her ... but I suppose you're so smart you know I pay her and pay you too."
"How was it?" Betty called out.
The men applauded. "Oh, I wasn't that good."
"No, baby, we're clapping for Chester," one grip teased.
"This next sequence will show Chester getting his piece of ass," Rodney smiled. "Honey, make a lot of wild expressions, we'll focus on your face during part of this shot and then zoom to close-ups of Chester's big prick as he knocks you up."
"Rolling my head, and making those wild-eye movements?" Betty questioned.
"Precisely," Rodney nodded, all business-like:
"Okay, men ... let her roll ... Lights! Camera! Action!" Chester was ready. She adjusted his paws so he was in just the right position to enter her.
"Oh, Chester, baby," Joyce groaned. "Love me, love me. Shove it up me and do me good."
Reaching down, she gripped the dog's huge tool. Chester drove it up her cunt and fucked her furiously. He still turned to look at Rodney, his big old tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as if he was laughing triumphantly.
The camera moved in to capture her head rolling, her eyes lost in a wild animal sex act.
And then it zoomed in to catch Chester's huge prick driving up her tight cunt. The dog seemed to turn on as the camera clicked. He hammered it up her pussy.
"Chester, Chester, fuck it, fuck it ... faster, faster!" As if he understood, the dog threw it to her quicker.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," she panted and the huge tool exploded in her pussy.
"Cut," Rodney called out, walking over to the bed. Chester was pulling his penis out of Betty's cunt as Rodney praised him.
"Hey, let's shake old boy," Rodney congratulated the dog. The dog lifted one leg and everybody applauded. "Right, men, let's give old Chester his due ... he's one great screw ... right, honey?"
The men applauded, and Betty patted his head.
"You were just great, Chester."
"How about going to our next scene before we break?" Rodney asked.
The men chorused their approval. It was late but getting the scene over with would take care of Chester's role in the film.
"Honey, this is a very important sequence ... you'll give Chester a blow job."
"Do I have to?" Betty asked quietly.
"Baby, you know this is the high-point of the whole picture. We've been through all this ... I said I'd add fifty more if you didn't make a fuss."
"Did his trainer practice this with him?"
"Hardly," Rodney smiled, "that's your department, hot mouth!"
And then the sequence began. Rodney gave the signals and Betty got her mouth even with Chester's cock.
"Move in honey and suck him. Dogs are just like men ... they really dig having their cock sucked."
Chester didn't act as if fucking her face was any different from fucking her cunt. He was driving it to her good.
"Jiggle those balls, baby," Rodney insisted. "Keep the action going ... that's it ... keep it up."
She jiggled his nuts and sucked on his tool. And then the dog shot his load.
"Eat his stuff, honey ... oh, that's nice. Shove it to her, Chester ... give her a good load of dog cum ... oh, that's nice."
His eyes glistened. He was getting his watching.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful. Lick every drop." Finally Chester pulled his dog-dong out of her mouth.
The scene was over.
"How'd I do him?" Betty asked.
"Just beautiful, honey," Rodney grinned. "I'm going to give you a twenty-five dollar bonus ... how's that?"
"Oh, honey, I'll eat your ass out for being so sweet."
"You probably will," Rodney smiled. "Okay, men, that's it, wrap it up for today."
I went back to the dressing room.
"How'd you like your first day in films?" Betty demanded excitedly as she got into the shower and washed off her body make-up.
"So great it's gonna be my last," I snapped.
"Oh, lover, you're kidding," she said, poking her head out of the shower.
"I mean it, Betty ... you're sick ... sucking off a dog's cock. I sure as hell am never going to kiss you or screw you or do anything with you again!"
"You dirty sonofabitch," she snapped. "Gratitude ... that's gratitude for you. I help you make it to big-time and you call me dirty names."
"Like dog-fucker?"
She came racing out of the shower and slapped my face. I just broke up laughing. I got in the shower and washed off. She was dressed and waiting to tell me off.
"I'm going to tell Rodney what you called me," she said. "You'll be sorry when he doesn't pay you."
"Hell, you got me figured all wrong cunt," I said angrily. "I don't dig being a dirty picture stud ... let him keep the cash ... I don't want it ... okay?"
She stalked out of the dressing room in a huff. I called after her, "So long, dog-fucker ... and good riddance."
When I finally walked out, Rodney was waiting.
"What happened between you and Betty?"
"We're through sweetheart, through ... I'm no dirty movie fucker even if she is the hottest little dog-fucker in pictures."
"Come back here," he called as I walked angrily away from him. "I won't pay you one cent if you don't come back here immediately."
"Beautiful," I turned to tell him. "I don't want any part of that little cunt or you watching us fuck ... dig?"
With a nervous look of guilt flashing across his face as the men in the crew watched his reactions, I walked off.
I never saw Betty again. Even moved to another pad so she could never find me. But problems came up after that ... whenever I'd take a chick out I couldn't get my cock up. She could pump on it with her mouth or grind her cunt around it ... the damned thing wouldn't get stiff.
I tried those penis enlarging exercises but none of them worked. I don't know what's wrong, but I guess I've gone impotent. Maybe too much fucking around. But it bugs me. I still get the desire when I see a nifty pair of titties and watch a cute little ass twitching by. But, there's nothing I can do about it.
And, to put it bluntly, I'm here because I'm impotent....Me ... the stud who fucked them all. I've gotta do something about it though ... and fast, cause it's bugging me.
SUMMARY
Mike has a very real problem. He had himself figured all wrong in the beginning. Because he enjoyed sex, he figured there was nothing he could do sexually that would ever be so upsetting to his sex psyche that it would cause him not to want sex. He was wrong. His response to the dog-intercourse sequence evidences strong Puritanical sexual concepts. Sex, within the spectrum of his own arbitrary judgment was perfectly alright. However, when the sexual needs, desires, and tastes of others clashed with what he felt acceptable, he got indignantly turned off. The idea of sharing Betty with porno film director Rodney, for example, was an instance of his total lack of sophistication. Many people find group sexual relations, an, exciting high-point of sexual expression. Two men sharing the same woman is a very popular form of sexual intercourse. However, Mike's narrow sex spectrum and deep convictions of what was right and wrong in these areas made such sexual flexibility totally impossible.
He only tolerated the 'voyeur' desires of Rodney. He did this because he enjoyed Betty's body so very much. But when it came to putting himself on display for others to watch, such as the role in the porno picture demanded, it ran completely against his grain. He saw sex as something private and personal, never to be put on public display or exhibition. By contrast, Betty, the woman he was strongly attracted to, felt another way. She loved to show off her beautiful body, thrilling when the whole crew watched her carry on sexually.
The turning point came when Mike saw Betty carry on with Chester, the dog. This turned his stomach. But watching her have oral sex with the dog was much more than he could stand. He thought of the fact that that same mouth slipping over the dog's penis, had slipped over his. It was too much for him and he told her so. The only reason he'd gone along with Rodney watching him perform sexually was to retain Betty as a sex playmate. He even went to the extreme of performing in a porno picture before a group of men who constituted the crew to keep her. But when he saw her doing things with a dog, he was revolted and didn't want her.
However, this bitter disillusionment cast such a deep spell over him, he became turned off on all sex period. Now, he will have to realize that his unwillingness to grant the fact all men have a right to enjoy sex as they are titillated and as they can respond has turned him off all sex. He must recognize everyone's sexual freedom, and quit repeating his condemnation of himself for having involved himself with a girl who does things with dogs. Once he can eliminate his own disgust against himself, his sexual powers will return to normal. If he can do this through logically looking at the facts, that is fine. If not, hypnotherapy may be the answer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tyrone was a husky, well-developed young man and to look at him you'd think he'd have no problems at all. But outward appearances can often be deceiving.
"Would you like to tell me what your problem is?" I finally asked, bluntly, when I saw he was hedging.
"Yes and no," he said quietly, "I mean it embarrasses me a little bit to talk about it."
"But you did come to me seeking help?"
"Yes."
"The only way I can possibly be of help to you is if you level with me and tell me what the score is."
He got the point and straightened up in his chair and said, "It isn't a pretty story ... it's sordid as hell, but if you have to know all the details ... I'll tell you."
"That's the only way, Tyrone," I told him, and then I sat back to listen. He didn't look like a young man who had a problem in the world. Certainly his good looks should be an asset to him. Also, he looked very intelligent and alert.
"It began with my old man," he said. "Dad was a horny sonofabitch. He saw my Mom when she was fifteen and got so carried away with her he had to fuck her. And that's where I came in. I was the by-product of this screw. Anyway, my Mom's folks would never have let her have me if they had had their way. She knew this. They were very religious. So, Dad suggested they elope. Mom agreed. She really dug him. I guess he was quite a cockman and knew how to please the women because he was married to another woman at the same time he was screwing Mom. He changed her name ... calling her Mary Smith. Figured they'd have trouble locating anybody with a name like that. Anyway, he moved her to a small town a couple of hundred miles from Chicago. And, damned if he didn't move his other wife there too. He had six kids by the other wife. Now, he didn't legally marry Mom. He just gave her this name Mary Smith and he called himself John Smith. The other family was outside of town and he shacked up with Mom in town.
I didn't think anything of it when I was growing up. But Mom did. She used to cry a lot and this always upset me. And then one day when I was only twelve years old she really got upset.
"What's the matter?" I asked her, when I saw her crying up a storm.
"Plenty," she sobbed, "your Dad has vanished!"
"What?" I gasped in complete shock and surprise.
"Yes," she cried, as she ran into her bedroom, threw herself down on the bed and sobbed.
"Mom, Mom, tell me why he left us."
Sitting up, with tears streaking down her face she explained my sordid past to me.
"Honey," she began, "your Dad and I never got married. You see, I was a lonely child because my Mom, your grandmother, died in a fire. My father left me with my aunt and I was alone. Your Dad saw me when I was only fifteen. I was waiting for a bus at a bus stop and he got so turned on he stopped and asked me if I wanted a ride. I knew better but I liked him so much, I accepted.
"And what happened?"
"He found out I was almost like an orphan and he showed me a lot of affection and I fell for him."
"And then he wanted sex with you and that's how I came along."
"Yes, that's it," she sighed. "My father would have had him locked up in jail and forced me to have an abortion. I wouldn't do that. Life is sacred ... I wanted my child ... I wanted you," she sobbed.
I hugged her. "But what about Dad?"
"He did love me but you see, he was already married and had six sons. He moved to this town, put them on a farm and went on his salesman work around the area. This gave him a chance to be here with me because his first wife would think he was away on business."
"Oh, my God, I'm a bastard," I exclaimed.
"No, no," she insisted, "I've seen to that. We got a birth certificate. Your legal name, honey, is Tyrone Smith."
"But you're not Mary Smith and Dad's not John Smith ... it's all a big lie."
That sent her into another round of sobbing. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried.
I couldn't stand to see her cry like this.
Putting my arms around her I tried to console her, "Oh, Mom, I didn't mean it that way ... honest, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"That's alright," she sobbed, "I'm no good ... oh, my nerves."
"What can I do?" I begged, "I can't stand to see you like this...."
"Honey, if you could rub the nerves in my back, maybe you could help relax me."
"Anything, Mom, anything," I told her. She slipped out of her dress and when I saw her form lying there, a combination of sex desire and sympathy sort of swept through me.
I rubbed her back, but craved seeing the rest of her body. I knew it was wrong for a son to see anything sexually appealing in his Mom and this bugged me. I said nothing. But every chance I got to see her, I got excited.
This went on until one day when I was sixteen, she'd grown accustomed to having me rub her cause she said it helped her nerves so much. It was summer and I was in my swim suit and she called me into the bedroom.
"Honey, could you rub my back?" she asked. "Oh, sure Mom," I told her, covering my intense pleasure at the thought of it with a casual reply. This time I got up my nerve.
"Maybe I could do a better job if you'd remove your bra," I suggested.
"Alright," she said, sitting up and undoing her bra. She let her beautiful breasts fall out and when I got a look at those big round nipples I got an instant hard-on.
She lay down again and I started rubbing, keeping my eyes focused on her tits.
"That feels so good," she said, you know just how to rub me."
I kept it up until I knew she enjoyed my fingers feeling around the sides of her titties. I wanted to lie beside her so I could press my penis on the bed and get some sex stimulation and maybe push my prick off.
"That's enough," she said softly.
"Mom, why don't you let me rub you all over?"
"Oh, honey, I don't know."
"If you'd just slip your panties off I could rub your legs real good ... it'd really relax you an awful lot more."
"No."
"Please, Mom," I insisted, "I only want to help you."
"But, baby, it isn't right for you to see me naked."
"I'd just see your back."
"Alright, if you think it will help me," she agreed.
"You step out a minute and I'll tell you when I'm ready."
I got up off the bed, my cock so hard at the thought of seeing her naked body I was ready to shoot right then.
"I'm ready," she called out. I opened the bedroom door and the sight of her bare boobs, bare back, bare butt got me so worked up I started to cream.
I massaged her back real nice and then I began massaging her buttocks. This really got her going.
"That feels so good," she said quietly.
Reaching down between her inner thighs I caressed her with my one hand while I pressed on my penis with the other.
"You've got a nice soft touch, just like your father used to have," she said quietly. I figured she was enjoying it too. Hell, she needed a little attention ... and I needed this a lot.
"Oh, you mustn't do that," she objected when I pressed at her pussy which was peeking out from beneath her so invitingly.
"Alright," I agreed, moving higher so I could stroke inside her buttocks.
"Mom," I asked, "will you rub me down?"
She didn't answer for a long moment.
"Well, yes," she finally agreed. "Yes, I'll rub you down."
I kept on rubbing her back now and stroking the sides of her breasts which I could reach easily and this pleased her even if she made no comment.
"You go out of the room, honey," she said, "and I'll slip into my things and then you come back and I'll rub you down. I guess we both need to relax.
Living alone like this, always nervous about our next meal ... isn't easy on either of us."
Stepping out, I waited for her to call me back with eager anticipation.
"It's okay, now," she said. I returned to the bedroom and she had on her half-cup bra and those see-through nylon panties. The breasts looked so appealing when I could see their entire outline and her triangle was visible through the sheer panties. I got on the bed and slipped my swim suit off.
And then her fingers touched my back. The wonderful feel of her fingers gave me an instant hard-on. I almost started to tremble. She massaged me smoothly but never went near my buttocks.
"Why don't you rub me back there?" I said, tapping my ass and smiling up at her.
"Oh, alright," she said, "I suppose it might help you relax ... you seem to be trembling."
"I am," I smiled, looking at her beautiful boobs pouring out of her breasts. She did have a great shape. After all, she was only thirty-one and I was fifteen.
"Keep doing that," I insisted as she kneaded my buttocks in her hands. "Ohhh, that's beautiful ... keep it up."
Gripping my firm buttocks she gave them a workout.
"I dig that," I told her. "Wow!"
She reached between my legs and began massaging my prostrate just right.
"Ohhhh, that's great," I told her. "Keep it up." She massaged behind my balls and got me so steamed up I had to flip over.
My old dong stuck right up, its swollen head capped with a crystal drop of cum.
"You're a grown-up man," she said softly, staring at my prick. I gripped it.
"Yeah, I wish there was something we could do about it. It won't go down unless I jerk it off."
"I can stroke it for you," she said quietly.
She reached out and began manipulating my pecker. It felt fantastic to have her hand on my tool.
"Ohhh, I love it when you do that."
"I shouldn't touch you," she said sadly, "but it's been so long since I've had any sex."
"There's nothing wrong with you doing it for me, Mom," I assured her. "I get so hot sometimes I have to jerk it off."
"Alright," she nodded, "I guess it doesn't hurt."
"You know what would really turn me on?" I asked her.
"No," she said, jerking my pecker smoothly. "What would really turn you on?"
"If I could see you bare naked."
"Oh, son, I couldn't ... I mean, it just isn't right."
"Don't say that," I insisted. "The body is beautiful ... so what if you are my Mom? I think you're sexy and it means a lot for me to see you. It won't hurt nothin'."
"Taking your viewpoint, son, I guess not but what would people say if they knew your Mom was showing off her naked body?"
"If they had a Mom built like you, honey, they'd say ... 'strip.' "
Slowly she undid her bra, the huge naked breasts popped free in all their beauty. My eyes were fascinated by them. The large round nipples were erect. They didn't sag like some tits I'd seen. They looked as if they grew together. "What are you looking at?"
"You," I laughed. "Wow, what a set of knockers."
"I guess I am lucky," she grinned modestly, "they don't sag. You see they just grew out like this and they sort of have this fleshy support at the center that keeps them from sagging like a lot of women do."
"There are a lot of differences in tits," I smiled.
"Oh, you bet there are," she nodded. "I've done a lot of exercising. See my waist."
She got up and I studied her entire body. The huge breasts, the trim, slim waist and the graceful, curvaceous hips and trim legs.
"Wow, you're 37, 26, 37?" I asked.
"Almost," she laughed, "37-26-37."
"I was close. Now, I'm dying to see your beauty spot."
"Alright," she said, slipping out of her nylon panties. Staring right at me was the most delectable pussy I had ever imagined. I got so turned on I wanted to lay her instantly. But I thought I'd better work up to that gradual.
"Will you jerk me off, now?" I asked.
"Yes," she said softly, sitting down beside me on the bed. With her bare naked body so near I really got horny.
"Faster, Mom. Faster!" I begged her.
"You do have a big cock, don't you?" she smiled, her face reddening. Her boobs bounced as she jerked on my pecker. It felt fantastic.
Suddenly she put her mouth over the head of it and began sucking. I went out of my gourd. She massaged my nuts. I pushed her head down on my dick.
"Suck it, come on, suck it off," I begged.
Eagerly she sucked on my penis. I jabbed it down her throat and threw my cock to her. I was really socking it to her good when the damned thing exploded.
"Oh, God, suck it, suck it off ... eat it, eat it up." She licked it with her tongue and slid her mouth up and down its length. I was really enjoying myself. "Suck it all out," I begged.
Her mouth continued sucking until my cock was clean. Pulling her mouth off me, she leaned over and kissed me. Her breasts fell on my body.
"Oh, Mom, this is wonderful." Her soft breasts pressed on my chest. I wanted to eat her box.
"Can I eat you?"
"You shouldn't," she said softly. But I kept begging. I got down between her thighs and put my face in her pussy. She was getting so turned on the damned thing was wet and sticky.
"Ohhhh, suck me, suck me," she moaned. I licked at her pussy-lips and then I did what comes naturally, stuck my tongue in her twat and licked.
"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she panted. "Don't ever stop ... just keep eating me ... oh ... lover ... suck me...."
My tongue searched her cunt. I licked her small penis and she loved it.
"Nibble it, honey, nibble it with your teeth."
I did as I was told. She writhed around so much I had to hold her down.
"Suck me, ohhhh, suck me," she begged. She gushed in my mouth and I swallowed it. It tasted good to me.
When I pulled my face away from her cunt, I realized for the first time what had happened. I got so lost in the action I forgot I was screwing with my own Mom.
"You're wonderful," she whispered, "you're a wonderful son."
"Yeah, Mom," I said quietly, the realization hitting me with sharp impact. I was a goddamn motherfucker. This was awful. We both had to be sick to do it.
"You're not angry with me?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh, no, Mom," I assured her. "No, it was wonderful. It's just hard for me to realize we actually did it together."
I didn't say anything about it again. A week went by and I had a hot date with a sharp chick at school. I'd never screwed any of the fresh young pussy at my high school but I figured it sure as hell was time to find out what made it click in a fifteen-year-old chick's cunt.
The phone rang. I told Mom excitedly, "I'll get it."
"Hi," a soft voice said. "Hi, Debbie."
"Tyrone, I'm sorry but I don't feel well so I can't go out with you tonight."
"What?" I gulped. I'd been saving my balls for her all week long ... didn't masturbate once, no matter how hard it got.
"I've got the flu ... I can't give that to you."
"I'm immune," I lied, "I'm not worried about getting anything from you ... but I'm worried if I don't see you tonight."
"Sorry, Ty," she said, and hung up ... just like that!
I felt simply awful. How could she do this to me?
Mom was watching TV and didn't turn to talk to me about it. She knew what had happened, and damnit I did too. I went to my bedroom and tried to fall asleep. I glanced up and it was eleven o'clock. I was still dressed. I pulled off my shirt and pants and laid there in my shorts ... my big old cock so hard I didn't know what to do about it.
The door opened slowly. Mom walked in clad only in her bra and panties.
I looked away from her. It wasn't right to fuck your own mom and I knew it. She sat down quietly on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry your date didn't work out tonight," she said softly.
"That makes two of us," I said coolly.
"Why don't you let me help you relax?" she asked casually.
"How?" I asked her bluntly.
"Just rubbing your back, no sex, son."
The overpowering urge to have her hands on me compelled me to agree, against my better judgment. Sure, I knew what was right and wrong and I didn't like screwing my own mom. But I was horny as hell and had to get my rocks off.
She pulled my shorts down and just as I figured her fingers were soon slipping into my most intimate spots. She massaged behind my balls and her breath came short, "Feel good, honey?"
"Yes, Mom," I assured her. What she couldn't do with her fingers around my genitals nobody could do. "Why don't you take off your bra?" I suggested. "You really want me to?"
"Yes, Mom, I do. You got beautiful titties. I like to look at them."
She undid her bra and again her beautiful breasts got me steamed up. I turned over and she bent over and pressed her breasts on my legs. She wanted to eat my dick real bad. I could tell from the way she was pulling it.
"You want to eat it, don't you?"
She didn't answer but a slow smile crept across her face as she nodded her head.
"Go ahead, blow me."
Her mouth went to work eagerly as she sucked on my tool.
"That's nice," I told her. "That's real nice. Suck it for me."
She sucked real smooth and then let her mouth go down to its base while she massaged my balls.
"Beautiful. Beautiful. I'll cream too quick if you lick it like that ... slow down, Mom, ohhhhhh, I like that."
She was sticking one finger up my asshole, guiding my hips as I thrust my dick down her throat.
"Suck it," I said, reaching out and holding her head pinned to my penis., "Suck that cock ... eat it up ... go on, get the cream ... lick it, cocksucker, suck it."
Calling her cocksucker excited me. What had gotten into me? I cared about one thing and one thing only ... getting my hot balls off as fast as she could suck my prick.
"Suck it, suck that cock ... eat it, eat my dick, baby, eat it." All of a sudden I was living in my own illusion. Mom was my piece of ass. I didn't even think of her as mom. By lying to myself, I could enjoy sex with her all I wanted to. As my cock thrust in her mouth, and the pleasurable feelings surged through my body, it wasn't very hard to lie.
"Suck that cock, eat it up."
Her finger rammed swiftly in and out my asshole and I went out of my gourd. The sperm splashed down her throat in great gobs as I shot my wad.
"Ohhhh, eat it up, ahhhhhh, ohhhh, Mom, suck it, suck it off."
I really didn't have to tell her. She sucked on it with enormous pride and passion. She loved to eat my gook. I dug it too.
"Why don't you let me do you now?" I asked, eager to keep the wild fun going.
"Honey, I've got a suggestion," she smiled, "we can try something different."
"Alright."
"Your daddy liked to do all kinds of things. He called it Greek style. I get on all fours like a dog and you get behind me."
She did look tempting when her tits fell in front of her and her smooth butt aimed for my dick.
"Use that Vaseline, honey," she smiled, "rub it all around your penis and around my asshole too."
I did. "Now, baby, just pull my cheeks apart and drive it up there ... easy does it at first."
Gripping her buttocks with my hands, I slowly slipped my pecker up her ass.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," she said, "feels great." Driving it up there I socked it to her.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck it real hard." This was a wild way to screw. I never knew people did it like this. I'd thought of it, sure, hell who hasn't. But I never really knew they did it.
"Why don't you play with my pussy while you screw my ass?"
Reaching down I saw her pussy hair peeking up ever so nicely. I slipped a couple fingers in and fingered her while I fucked her ass.
"That's it, ohhh, now, you've got it ... keep that up. Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she moaned as I hammered my cock up.
She threw her beautiful buttocks back to me. I turned on when I felt her coming.
"Fuck my cock," I commanded. "Throw your ass in gear and give me a good screw."
She ground her ass good. My old dong shot its big load. She came too.
"Ohhhh," I groaned, "this is beautiful. Fuck it, fuck it, ohhhhh, that's it ... fuck, fuck, fuck."
Her body was killing me. I pulled my dong out of her and rolled over on the bed. She plopped down on top of my chest, her soft breasts felt great.
"Honey?" she smiled.
"Yes, Mom?"
"You must never tell anybody about us."
I shook my head and promised faithfully. "Never, Mom, never."
"You don't think I'm a bad mom for liking to have sex with you, do you?"
I did but I couldn't tell her. Her eager eyes awaited my answer. She needed to get screwed, I needed a fuck now and then. But it wasn't normal. It was sick, sick, sick.
"We always have a good time, Mom, lots of fun."
"I'm so glad you see it my way," she sighed.
But there came a time when I didn't see it her way. I got a date with Debbie and I figured I'd screw her. I was just turning sixteen and I had bought a little sports car. I figured the best place to experiment would be the drive-in.
"Hi, Debbie," I greeted her one Saturday night as I picked her up to take her to the drive-in.
"My, you look nice tonight," she smiled. "Is that a new sports coat?"
"Yeah," I grinned, "you sure notice everything."
We engaged in small-talk until we got in the show. I parked in a secluded spot and I was glad the picture wasn't a flop. That would mean there wouldn't be many people watching us. Horror shows are the best sex flicks. They scare the chick and she likes to have you near her.
"Ohhh, that awful monster," Debbie gasped, when the evil-eyed vampire began sucking its victim's blood. I reached for her and she came to my arms quickly.
It was time to work on her body while she was worked up over the movie. A little strategy always helps.
I played with her breasts and she didn't complain one bit. Not until I reached under her micro-mini and felt.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
I tried to downplay the action with humor.
"Nothing," I laughed.
"You shouldn't do that," she said tightly, pulling away.
"Everybody plays around a little nowadays."
"I'm not everybody," she snapped.
"Oh, baby, don't be mean to me," I begged.
"I'm not mean," she said, "but that doesn't mean you can rape me for the price of a third-rate drive-in movie."
"You're a nice chick," I said, gunning the engine and backing out.
"Where are we going?"
"You're going home," I said coldly.
"I'll never know how the movie ends. I won't sleep if I can't find out if the vampire monster finishes off that poor young girl."
"So you won't sleep."
"You're disgusting," she snapped.
"You should talk," I shot back, "I brought you to a nice movie and you wouldn't even let me touch you."
"I suppose that's the only reason you took me to the movie ... to make me pay for it with your filthy hands all over me."
"Didn't anybody ever lay you before?" I asked her.
"Yes," she replied, "but they did it with class. I mean we weren't going at it third-rate style the way you do. Dinner at a really nice place, and then he took me to a motel. Sure, it cost him a little but I guess he figured I was worth something."
"You little money grabber," I laughed.
"If I buy you dinner, will you sneak into a motel with me tonight?"
"I'll consider it," she nodded.
"How long does it take you to consider it?"
"Yes," she smiled, "I do dig you but I like to do things right."
I found a nice place to eat dinner and then I hunted for a fornication motel.
"I know the place," she said. "This cat who did it to me told me a lot of motels won't let kids underage use the rooms to screw in. But at the Plush Pad, they let everybody use the place for whatever they want to."
"Alright," I told her, "I'll go there."
I found it and she was right. The room clerk didn't bother to check ID and when I said, 'king-size bed' he didn't make a fuss.
"Oh, this is great," Debbie said when she saw our room.
"I think it's not bad," I said, anxious to get the show on the road.
She was beautiful, stripped without me having to ask her, It didn't take me long to get my clothes off I can tell you that. Then she asked the damndest thing.
"Ty, baby, I like my men to take a shower."
"I'm clean," I told her, "I took a shower this morning."
"Not clean enough for me," she insisted. "We can take the shower together, okay?"
I sort of suspected she was angling to get me in the shower. Sure enough when we were together in the shower she was soaping me all over and making a big fuss about me. I dug it.
She slid the soap up my ass and it tickled.
"What are you doing?" I teased her. "I'll slip that up your pussy."
"Go ahead."
I slipped it up her slit and she and I got to laughing so hard we forgot about screwing for five minutes.
She dried me off and I got on the bed and she had the ideas, let me tell you.
"Do you like to sixty-nine?" she asked, with a sly smile.
"Sixty who?"
"Sixty-nine," she giggled, "that's the greatest....
I'll teach you...."
"Okay, teach."
"You get your face in my crotch and I get your prick in my mouth and we go down on each other ... at the same time."
"I dig that," I assured her. "I really do ... sounds like fun." starting to come. I quickly slipped my tongue inside her juice box and licked away.
"Ohhhh, I dig that, I dig that," she panted. "Keep that up ... ohhhh, that's nice."
"Put your mouth back on my prick," I told her. "I want to shoot off in your mouth."
"Alright, but keep licking," she begged. Eagerly I returned to eating her pussy. She was fresh, young cunt and I really dug her.
We both worked hard on each other's genitals. Her mouth did smooth things with my dick. She took it off a second and suggested, "Why don't we eat ass?"
"Eat what?"
"Oh, it's the greatest. Tim had me do this every time."
"How do you do it?"
"You gotta use your tongue just right ... you slip it up there and lick all around the asshole. All of a sudden you get your tongue nice and stiff and then you shove it right up the asshole and tongue-fuck."
"Wow," I laughed. "You almost made me come talking about it."
I lifted her leg and her cute little ass looked at me. I licked around it and with one good thrust got my tongue up her asshole. She was still licking all around mine, pulling the cheeks apart so she could do it real good. Once I got my tongue up her, she stiffened her tongue and stabbed my asshole too. It felt fantastic to feel her tongue-fucking me.
"Keep it up," I panted, "keep that action going ... ohhh, I dig, I dig it."
In and out her tongue flicked. I returned to eating her ass out. Now I was so steamed up, my balls were on fire.
"Baby, you gotta get your mouth on my prick and fast."
"Okay," she said, taking her tongue out, "eat my pussy now."
Her mouth slipped over my cock. She sucked expertly, licking all around its head and then going down on it. I licked her moist pussy-lips, kissing me with a sucking sound, plunging my tongue in her twat finally and going to town.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice," I gasped as she tickled my ass and massaged my balls. I went back to eating her cunt.
Her clit was hard, I licked it real good and sucked on it like she was sucking on my prick. That turned her on.
"Suck me, ohhhh, baby, suck me," she moaned. Her mouth went back to my prick.
I jabbed it to her good, driving it down her throat. The feel of my head touching her throat excited me. I began trembling. She played with my nuts.
She was coming. I sucked her. Her hot juice tasted just fine. Pussy-eating wasn't half-bad.
"Suck it off," I told her, when I felt myself shoot my load. "Suck my juice ... suck it out."
Her head bobbed up and down and I drove my pecker back and forth.
"Fuck it, fuck it," I gasped as I shot my balls. When I pulled it out of her mouth, she was at me.
"Oh, baby, you taste good," she whispered. "I've had sex but never like this. You're the most ... you really groove."
We hugged each other. It was getting damned late. I knew we'd better be cuttin' out.
"I wish we could sleep together all night. I dig you. If you would hold me in your arms all night ... just one night," she sighed.
I hugged her close.
"We'll make it again, don't you worry!"
"We must," she whispered, "we must."
We got dressed and cut the scene. I got her home a little after one in the morning. Driving back to my place I got to thinking how lucky I was. Mom had taught me the things a man has to know about grooving. I was really lucky.
When I walked in the front door I saw her sitting there, waiting for me, with an anxious look on her face.
"Where have you been?" she demanded tensely.
"What's it to you?"
"Don't talk that way to me ... remember I am your mother."
"Yes, sexy little mother," I teased.
She jumped out of her chair and walked over to me, glaring up angrily. "Don't you ever talk that way to me!"
"Well, aren't you a sexy mom?" I asked casually.
"Yes, I am," she said, tightening her lips, "and I'm sorry I had to throw myself away on your father ... and now you."
"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Mom."
"Why not?" she asked, fear flooding her eyes.
"I found a chick to ball with."
"You mustn't," she cried out, "you're too young ... you're only fifteen."
"Sixteen, day before yesterday," I reminded her.
"Oh, baby, you can't throw yourself at these cheap little sluts."
"It's no cheap little slut," I assured her, grinning.
"Who is it?"
"Debbie."
"That's who you went out with tonight. You didn't tell me. I get it. You're through with me because you've got her. Treat me like a kleenex, use me, wad me up and throw me away like that," she gestured angrily slashing the air.
"Oh, hell, Mom, a guy can't fuck around with his own mother."
"It's a hell of a thing to say," she said.
"But it's the truth, Mom," I tried to make her listen to reason.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"That isn't the point."
"Answer me ... you liked what I did to you, didn't you?" she demanded.
"Yes, yes, yes, I dug your snatch."
She sighed heavily, as if a mountain had been moved.
"Well, then, son," she grinned, "I see no reason why we can't go on enjoying each other."
"I'm going to bed," I said, walking away from her. She stood there, frozen in her tracks, a strange expression on her face as if she couldn't believe I'd found a chick I dug.
I was just about ready to slip off to sleep when I felt something touch me.
"What ... what's up?"
"Ty," she said, slipping her hands under the sheets and finding my penis. "Tyrone, baby, let mom love it."
"I told you, Mom, I got me a chick. She sucked me off. I don't want to do it with you."
"Oh," she sobbed. "Oh, my precious son, you don't know how your words cut me. They go through me like a knife."
"I don't mean them that way."
She was playing with it. I was getting hard again. If it meant that much to her tonight, maybe I should let her blow me, I figured. But I knew it wasn't right, yet looking at it from another angle-there was so much misery in the old world, certainly it couldn't be wrong to enjoy the human body sexually.
My thoughts were coming in incomplete spurts. I wanted so much to please mom but I didn't want to put myself into a crazy sex category like motherfucker.
Her mouth slid over the head of my prick. Her fingers worked on my nuts. I was enjoying it.
"Ohhhh, I like it, I like it," I panted, "suck me ... suck me."
She didn't need much encouragement. Her lips held it tightly as she sucked on my tool. Up and down her mouth moved as she sucked. It slid in and out until I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Suck it, suck it off ... eat my stuff ... eat my cock." This got her going. She slid her mouth up and down its length, licking on the head of it, letting her lower lip drag ... I was creaming.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming ... lick it ... lick it up ... eat it ... eat it up ... that's it ... eat my dick."
She gobbled it down quickly, slowly sliding her mouth off it and smiling up at me.
"That was beautiful," I nodded, rolling my head back and forth.
"Was I better than Debbie?"
I didn't answer. Oh, my God, she was comparing herself to little Debbie. Debbie didn't have the experience. Natch, her snatch wasn't up to Mom's talented cunt. Her tongue couldn't know all the stuff mom did and her mouth couldn't know all the sucking tricks.
"Yeah, Mom, yeah ... you sure know how to suck dick good."
"Your father always said I was the best cocksucker he ever had," she grinned.
She was beautiful. Her juicy boobs invited me to suck on them. I pulled her close.
"Let me suck on them."
"Sure," she smiled. Tasting her smooth titties was beautiful. She kept them firm, ripe, round and ready. Dad was out of his gourd to leave a hot piece of ass like this with a horny son.
"Baby, would you like to do the real thing?"
"Yeah ... what's the real thing?"
She left the room a minute and returned. She held a small vibrator in one hand and a plastic container in the other.
"What have you got there?"
"A rubber ... a head rubber for you, son. I don't want you shooting your wad in my pussy."
"I never saw one of those ... I've seen the long kind ... but not one like this."
"This is the greatest," she smiled, "Dad used them all the time."
"I see, I see," I said, slipping it over the head of my prick while she massaged it until it was getting hard again. "You use this so the sides of your dong can get the sensations. The head has its sperm cover and you can feel the cunt all along the sides of the cock."
"That's right," she said, "you learn fast."
"What's that other thing for?" I asked, curious to know how she intended to use the nine-inch plastic vibrator.
"That comes later ... you'll see."
I got on top of her and she guided me into her. My cock slipped into her cunt like a finger slipping into a glove. Only this was cunt and much hotter. She ground it around for me and smiled that smile of recognition.
Smiling back, she knew I found her screwing movements fantastic.
Pressing my chest down on her boobs, I saw how smart Mom Nature was to make screws like this possible. I kissed her and her lips licked mine. Soon our tongues were Frenching as I flicked my tongue in and out of her beautiful mouth. With our tongues flicking, my chest pressed on her breasts, my pecker lunging up her cunt, I felt something else.
"What's that?"
"I'm putting this vibrator up your asshole," she smiled, "it's lubricated ... relax and let it slide up and then I'll turn it on."
It felt funny at first. Never thought she'd get it past my asshole. She did though. Then she turned it on and my old ass really felt great.
"Keep that up," I told her, "I dig that."
As she drove that thing up my asshole, I felt all the more like driving my hammerhead up her cunt. With hard thrusts I drove it up there.
"You're killing me," she panted, "this is too much ... I never had it like this ... ohhhh, Ty, baby, fuck me, fuck me," she was gasping.
Her face was beautiful while I fucked her. Fabulous expressions would flash across it as I drove it up at different angles.
My gun shot off! I felt her cunt muscles grab it and squeeze my dick. I never had anything like it before in my life. Mom was the greatest fuck ... I knew there couldn't be anybody who could knock it to me like she did.
I pulled out of her.
"Wasn't that great?" she asked, excited.
"You're a beautiful piece of ass," I admitted, "honest to God, Mom, you've got a real hot box."
I was tired now, I turned over and went to sleep. The next morning I was awakened with the smell of coffee and bacon.
"Breakfast's on," Mom called to me.
"Smells good," I said, "I'm real hungry."
"Thought you would be," she smiled knowingly.
Monday morning I met Debbie at school. She asked me, "Ty, baby, will you attend a little party with me next Saturday night. My girl friend, Lexie, is throwing a real groovy orgy."
"Orgy?"
"Oh, silly, you know ... orgy ... where people go and fuck each other ... it's a lot of fun ... you aren't a prude, are you?"
"No, no, I'll go."
The week raced by and Saturday night came very quickly. I picked Debbie up at eight and we drove around until ten when the orgy was supposed to begin.
Winding around the hills, I found the place.
"Her folks are gone for the weekend," Debbie explained. "Isn't it a fabulous place?"
"Yes," I said, eyeing the big mansion.
We went in and the first thing I saw was that everybody was naked. Out in the patio, I saw them swimming nude in the pool.
"Let's go swimming," she suggested.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Ashamed of letting people see it?"
"No, I'm not ashamed of anything ... I'm just not used to running around in the nude."
"You'll adjust fast," she smiled as she caught my eyes looking at the naked girl standing beside me.
The knockers on her were big enough to make any guy's eyes fall out.
"Hi," she smiled up at me.
Looking directly at her cute little pussy, I grinned, "Hi, yourself, sweet cunt."
"I like you."
"Come on, Ty," she said, tugging me by the arm. "Okay, okay...."
We got up in the bedroom fast and out of our clothes. Debbie had shaved her pussy, since I saw her last, and I couldn't figure out why.
"I think it looks sexier this way," she grinned proudly at her smooth box.
"It looked nice before," I told her.
"If you say one more word about my pussy being shaved, I won't let you suck it again."
"I'll lock my mouth up."
"Good," she said, pumping my prick with her hand.
We went downstairs, crossed the sharp looking living room and out onto the patio where the kids were having so much fun jumping in and out of the swimming pool.
I saw the big titted chick I had eyed when I walked in. She came over to me and said, "Race you across the pool."
I jumped in and began swimming vigorously. As I was about halfway across the big pool I felt something tugging at my penis. Looking down through the water I saw her smiling as she squeezed my hard-on.
She came up quickly, gasping for breath and laughing.
"You almost drowned down there," I told her. "That's no place to play with a cock."
"That's what you think," she argued, "water fucking is lots of fun. Everybody does it at orgy parties." I glanced over to where she pointed. Sure enough, one guy was driving his cock up a chick's cunt. It turned me on.
"Hey, you wanna try that?"
"Love to," she giggled. We went over to the side of the pool and I grabbed her and fucked her fast. The cock slipped in easy. She gripped my buttocks and pulled me to her.
"Ohhhh, I love it ... I love it ... how many inches have you shoved in me?"
"Nine inches," I lied, "nine hard inches of solid dick ... now you snap your cunt around it and fuck."
She ground her ass a mile a minute and gave me a wild workout.
"Oh, God, your're great ... fuck it ... grab it ... oh, that's it, that's it."
I shot my load. She clutched my cock in her cunt. I felt someone tapping on my shoulder.
"Hey, fucker ... remember me?"
I turned to see Debbie. She was standing with her shaved box so close I bent over and kissed it.
"Put your tongue up there," she said, "that's nice."
My old cock was still hard. I rammed it in the chick again and began giving her another fast fuck. While I tongue-fucked Debbie, I screwed my water-fucker.
"You're too much," Debbie said, reaching down and holding my head tight to her twat. She was coming. I licked and sucked her hot juices as I shot again. The girl grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her, while Debbie was grapping my head, pinning me to her cunt.
"Eat it, pussy-eater," she giggled.
I pulled my tongue out when I finished eating her and slipped my penis out of the water-fucker.
"Let's go inside," Debbie said, tearing me away from the other chick.
We walked inside the house. Everybody was forming a daisy chain.
"Let's join the daisy chain," she insisted.
"How does it work?"
"The men lie down on their backs and the women go around the circle and suck on their dicks.
I got down on the floor and Debbie got between my thighs.
"I'll begin on your cock," she said.
"Suck," the voice called out. All the women's heads went down between the men's legs and copped on their cocks. It was a real stimulating sight to see.
"Suck it," I told her. Other men were telling women to eat it for them.
"Stop," the voice said. Everybody laughed. The stop was called so quick nobody could make the gun go off.
Debbie shook her head. "You screwed that chick too hard, you should have left some juice for me."
"Catch you later, sucker," I laughed, as she went on to the man's cock beside me. Coming over mine was a nice looking blonde girl. She looked up at me with her tender blue eyes and she looked strangely out of place.
"Hi," I laughed, feeling more than a little uneasy about all the wild fucking action.
"Hi," she said, gripping my cock in her hand tightly.
"Suck," the voice called out. Her mouth went over my dick and her finger went up my ass as she guided my cock-thrusts. She may have looked innocent and all that but when her mouth fastened on my prong she was anything but naive.
I was really socking it to her good when the voice called out "Stop!"
She pulled her mouth off quickly.
"Goddamit, I was almost there," I griped.
"That's the exciting part of the game," she laughed, moving to the next man's prick.
A dark-eyed, olive-skinned, long-haired girl was pulling on my penis now. I hoped to hell, the host would call out quick cause I was horny and wanted to get my pecker off.
"Suck."
The brunette went to work, her hair flying about in a flurry as she sucked. I shoved it to her.
"Suck it off, suck that cock ... eat it up ... eat my prick ... ohhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming...."
"Stop."
I pinned her head to my cock. She pulled away. The man next to me objected, "Better follow the fucking rules, buddy!"
I released the girl's head. Disgustedly, she glanced away from me, avoiding eye contact.
"Wow!" I said, as the cum juice flowed down the sides of my dick...."All that nice stuff going to waste."
"Change places," the voice commanded. The men were getting up and the women were lying back. It was pussy-eater's paradise now ... all the cunts lined up in a circle nice as you please.
Fate double-crossed me when a fat lady threw her legs out in front of me.
"Suck!"
I had no alternative. I got between her thick thighs as she spread.
"Eat my pussy, eat my dirty old pussy," she demanded.
I felt like splitting the scene. Orgies can be fun but they ought to keep a weight scale at the door. Overweight fuckers should be kept out.
I licked her cunt as she went out of her gourd.
"Oh, I love that, I love that," she groaned and moaned. No doubt she did because I seriously doubt if anyone would ever suck her cunt without some kind of pressure being applied.
"Eat me, eat me up," she said anxiously. I was as anxious to make sure she didn't come as she was to make sure she did come.
Mercifully, the voice sounded, "Stop!"
"Oh, hell," she complained. I smiled. She glared down at me. "Not much of a pussy-eater, are you?"
The next cunt in front of me was some contrast. A clean little blonde number with honey colored hair around her cute little hole.
"Hi, lunch," I laughed.
"Well, hello, tongue," she smiled.
"Suck," the voice sounded again. I felt like patting the host on the back for saying 'suck' this time.
I put my face in her snatch and eagerly sucked her. I'd learned plenty about pussy-eating from dear old Mom. I flicked my tongue up and down her clit and probed all over with my teeth. She really dug it when I bit. I had her almost there.
"Stop!"
The circle moved again. A redhead cunt spread for me. I moved in, zooming in tight with my tongue on her box.
"Suck!"
With precision thrusts I drove my tongue back and forth and ate her. She really dug it.
She was gushing ... I licked quickly. I didn't want the demented host to stop me now.
"Stop!"
Damnit, if she didn't pull her sweet little sucking pussy away from me before I even had a chance to finish eating. I was getting a bit disturbed with this Daisy-Chain game. I guess a lot of other guys were feeling the same way because the circle was breaking up. It was none too soon for me. I found Debbie and she led me to the bar.
"We need a drink," she suggested.
"I ... I don't.
"You're old enough to learn," she insisted, pouring me a shot of something. Handing it to me, she said, "I've been drinking since I was fourteen, and god, you're sixteen."
"Yeah, that's true ... I suppose I'm old enough to begin."
The booze tasted good and I suddenly began feeling light-headed. "Want another?"
"No, thank you."
"Why don't we go upstairs and see what's happening...."
A naked young man came over to us, and asked, "Can I join your party?"
"Party?"
"Oh, yes," he grinned, "Couples are three-way screws are using the upstairs bedrooms ... why don't we make it together."
I hesitated. Was he going to try to make it with me? This I had to find out. If so, I was splitting but fast.
Naked people were walking up and down the halls, kissing and talking dirty.
We found one bedroom available. "Let's lock it," he suggested. Debbie got on the bed first.
"What do you propose?" I asked.
"How about this?" the young man suggested, "I'll do it in her pussy while you slide it up her ass. Sound good?"
"I don't know about that," Debbie replied thoughtfully.
"What don't you know?" he asked.
"Nobody ever fucked my ass ... I'm a virgin there."
"That's the only place," he teased, playfully pinching her buttocks.
"I don't know," I shook my head.
"Come on, let's fuck," he said, turning Debbie's pussy around and lining up his dick. I got on the bed behind her.
"Grease it with spit," he suggested. "Spit in your hand and run some around her asshole. Then do the same thing around your dick."
I did it and then forced my big cock between her ass cheeks. It just wouldn't go in.
"Shove real hard," he urged me.
I gave one big thrust. Debbie howled, but I got it up her asshole.
"Now, just fuck it nice as you please ... only let's try to work out thrusts so we all come together ... that's the way it says to do it in the French fucking manuals."
"Oh, the French are real fucking conisseurs," he smiled, "I'm French."
"That's nice," Debbie said, pulling his face to her. "French me."
He held her tightly and kissed her romatically all over her face. She dug it and ground her ass real nice. Slowly, he slid his tongue in her mouth and soon they were tongue-sucking and tongue-fucking.
"Isn't that nice?" he asked her, smiling proudly.
"Mmmmm, you can teach Tyrone a few things...."
"No, he can't," I argued, "I might teach him what I know."
"We can't argue, the fucking manual makes a big point of that. Can't bitch around if you wanna' make it together. We were now rocking real good, his huge pecker shoving up her cunt, while my big old prick drove it up her ass.
"Oh, you guys are great," she panted. "I never knew three-way fucking could be so fantastic. Keep it up ... I like it up my ass."
"I told you, you'd like this," the Frenchman exclaimed. "Now just keep that cunt grinding ... that's it ... that's real good."
Debbie was churning her ass around just right. My old hammerhead kept driving it up her asshole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," she begged. We both accommodated her very nicely, ramming it hard up her tight cunt, up her tight ass.
We couldn't keep this up for long.
"Ohhh, that's great, that's great," she gasped. I was building to a climax now. I tried to match my cock thrusts with the Frenchman's. Driving it in and out we both managed to maintain a certain tempo.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck me," she panted.
We both drove it in like crazy. And then we came ... all three of us on target.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming, ohhhhhh, honey, milk my dick ... twist your ass," the Frenchman cried.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, ohhhhh, ohh, baby that's beautiful. One more time ... that it. Just like that, ohhhhhhhh...."
She groaned and gasped. "Oh, God, I loved it, I loved it." Gushing, the Frenchman slid around in her cum juice. When he pulled it out we got to laughing.
"You ought to give me your name and number," he told Debbie, "maybe we can make it again sometime at my place."
Suddenly jealousy surged through me. I didn't want her giving her name and number out to anyone. I didn't tell her this but I gave her the cold eye, but she was so high on booze and sex and the Frenchman's flattery there was no stopping her.
"Oh, sure, I'd love that. I must find some paper." She found it alright, but she lost me. I didn't like the idea of her cunt being fucked by every prick in town. Seemed sordid to think of sticking my tongue in there after every dirty gun got its load off inside the same tight little box.
I went downstairs and saw a sex show going on. I didn't think anything like this really happened. A big old black guy, with muscles that rippled when he walked was walking around like he was a slave being sold.
"How much, how much ladies and gentlemen for this fine black specimen ... who will be your sex-slave for one half hour ... what's my first bid?"
"One hundred dollars," a big-titted babe called out crudely. "I'll give one hundred American dollars to fuck that big black stud."
"You heard her ... is there anyone who will top that bid? Is there anyone who would like to screw with this big black hunk of meat hanging from this magnificent specimen of manhood? The lucky person who bids the highest will be eligible to perform for all of us."
Debbie scratched her head and stared at him.
"I suppose your pussy's on fire for that big black fucker!"
"He would be super ... look at that cock ... it isn't even hard and look how long it is ... I call that supercock!"
"Going once, going twice, do I hear another bid?"
"Two hundred dollars," a hard looking older babe with sagging breasts called out.
"Alright, going once, going twice, do I hear another?"
"If you want to fuck with him, I'll pay three hundred bucks for you to do it," the Frenchman told Debbie.
"Oh, would you?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
He nodded, "Sure honey, but you gotta' promise we fuck sometime."
"I promise, oh yes, I promise," she said.
"Three hundred dollars...." Debbie cried out triumphantly.
"That's more like it ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the finest cocksmen in the country."
"Alright, going to the young lady with the great body, a sexy spectacle herself, going for three hundred dollars ... a half hour fuck in our big fuckathon!"
Nobody topped that bid. Debbie ran forward, leaving me behind. She stopped by the bar to boost her morale with another strong drink.
"Alright, ladies-gentlemen, pick your partners for the big event of the evening ... our 'Fuckathon'. This is to see who can shoot the most times."
Debbie went up to him, and he commanded her, "Suck my cock sweetheart."
"I thought you were my sex slave and you'd do whatever I told you," she said in surprise.
"Those days are gone baby, you're my sex slave now, get your mouth going on my joint and be quick about it."
The audience laughed, drum-beat music sounded on the stereo system and the lights dimmed.
"Fuck her real good," the big-titted chick called out bitterly. Her hundred dollar offer wasn't enough to get her cunt the big black cock she obviously desired. She watched excitedly as Debbie lifted the enormous black penis to her mouth, licking its huge head.
"Suck it just right ... take it in your mouth and just lick on the head of it." Debbie did as she was told.
She focused her mouth on its enormous black head. He rolled his head this way and that as the sexual excitement turned him on.
"Tease those big black balls," he commanded, "massage them real good, baby."
Debbie reached out and gripped his ball sack in one hand and massaged them.
"Let your lower lip drag over the head of my dick," he demanded.
Out there other people were doing just what he was telling her. It was like they were all hypnotized. I suppose he was considered the number one stud and the Fuckathon object was to prove his virility by seeing how many cocks he could outfuck.
"Ohhh, that's good, now take my cock down your throat and let me shoot," he said, gripping her head in his big black hands.
Debbie was a natural born whore. She liked this sex scene. People dug her too. They knew she was young and sexy and would do anything.
The black man drove his huge pecker down her throat unmercifully. For a second she tried pulling away from him. He wouldn't let her though.
"Keep eating, baby ... ohhh, that's nice ... I'm almost there ... you're gonna get a real nice load ... that's it ... suck on it ... suck on it."
In and out the huge hammerhead cock thrust. He drove it down her throat and with a grunt exploded.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming," he gasped, pinning her head to his huge pecker. "Eat my dick ... eat it up, eat it up."
How Debbie licked that cock! She ate him like his big black fountain wouldn't quit.
"Suck it, suck it off," he said crossly, keeping her impaled to his huge black pecker.
Then there was turnabout time.
"Spread your white legs," he smiled at her. She spread them excitedly. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled to her cunt.
"Suck my pussy, lover, suck it," Debbie demanded. He got in there and licked along her slit. Her pelvis pushed into his face. She was rolling her head like she was going crazy. He reached up with his big black hands and grabbed her white, soft titties, pinching the nipples.
"Ohhh, you're hurting me," she protested. He didn't quit pinching. Bending over, he continued eating her box while he pinched her nipples.
All the excitement turned her on.
"Eat it ... eat my cunt," she gasped delightedly as he lapped away at her slit.
When he pulled his smiling face away, the audience gave him a hefty round of applause. But the act was only beginning. He was hard now.
"Dog style," he told her. Debbie knew what that meant. She got on all fours and he guided his huge black meat up her cunt from behind. Slipping it out, he stabbed her asshole, diddling her cunt.
"Ride a good ass," he laughed, "that's it ... shove it back ... meet my dick-thrust, fucker."
Her tail really twisted as he ground his cock up there. Men and women all around were screwing dog-style now. Sure enough when they had a demo performance they got into the swing of it.
"That's it, fucker, fuck it," he said, thrusting hard up her tight asshole.
She'd gotten so used to his cockthrusts she knew just how to do it. Rearing back, she turned, twisted and gave his cock a real nice ride.
He bent over, grabbing her breasts in both hands. She loved it.
"Easy on the nipples," she begged, "they're sore ... okay?"
"Okay," he grinned, "I'll take it nice and easy...."
He did too. His main aim was to drive his big old dick up her thrusting ass.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming," he cried out, "I'm coming."
"My ass is ready," she gasped. "Fire away."
He drove it up, gripping her breasts firmly as he shot his load into her asshole.
"There it is ... ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, grind that ass ... grind it...."
Debbie twisted her tail real good for him. He pulled it out, playfully slapping her bare butt.
But the funny thing was the big black dong didn't go down. She rolled over and he laughed, "Let me fuck your armpits!"
Raising her arms like he told her, he managed to get a fuck going in her armpits.
"Beautiful," he said, "great fuck ... I dig armpits."
It was amazing the things that fucker could think of. The audience was following the armpit screwing route. He fucked it fast and shot his wad. Lifting her armpit, he revealed more of his creamy white cum.
He reached over to get a double dildo.
"What's that?" Debbie asked.
"A double dildo," he grinned at her.
"Wow!" she exclaimed.
"One slides up your cunt, the other up my ass. While we're fucking each other, you jerk me."
He got the dildo up her cunt, the other up his black butt. His huge penis stood straight up. She gripped it and stroked it. The audience dug this. No one copied that act.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Move that hand faster." The two of them were a wild fucking team. The dildo gliding up her cunt, sliding up his ass, her hand jerking his big black dong.
I'd had it. I didn't want to see anymore. I got my clothes, dressed and left her. She could find her own way home. When I got home, Mom was waiting for me.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"No, and I don't give a damn."
I walked away from her and slammed my bedroom door. Just as I got all my clothes off and was ready to hop in bed, she walked in.
"Son, don't be that way. You know how much I care for you ... what's wrong, tell me?"
I turned away and walked over to my bed and flopped on it. She came over and started stroking my back.
"Something bad happened, I know it, tell me," she insisted.
"Alright, alright, if you'll leave me alone, I'll tell you. I hate all cunts. Debbie is a cheap tramp ... a slut. That's all I want to talk about it."
Stroking my ass now, she lowered her fingers to my nuts and made them tingle.
"Oh, Mom!" I turned over, "I'm so angry at her. She dragged me to an awful orgy ... everybody was bare-ass naked, they were fuckin' funny, crazy ways ... I hate to talk about it."
Mom was stroking my pecker now. It was getting rigid. She smiled, speaking softly, "Son, you must never go back to evil places like that. Forsake that girl Debbie. She'll drag you down to her slut level...."
Bending over she sucked on the head of my tool.
"It feels good, Mom, but we shouldn't do this!"
"Why not, son?" she asked quietly. "Those people tonight were the ones who were doing things they shouldn't be doing. I love my own boy ... he's part of me, why shouldn't I love him?"
Had she flipped out? This was crazy talk.
Bending over she got my cock in her mouth again and sucked on it. Massaging my balls, she kept the sucking action going strong. I rammed it to her. I didn't give a damn. Maybe she had a point there ... maybe it was a hell of a lot better to let her blow me than some dirty old female who might have all kinds of diseases. People who play around the way those rich bitches do have gotta be dirty, I calculated.
"Suck it, Mom, suck it," I begged.
She really got turned on now. Her mouth slid down to the base of my dick. Her hand action on the balls got better.
"Ohhh, that's nice ... keep that up ... suck it, suck it ... ohhhh, I'm coming," I groaned, pulling her head over my penis. She ate me.
When she pulled off me, I had a strong urge to please her. She sensed I was sold on sex with her. A smile formed on her face indicating she read me ... and she read me right.
"I'll eat you," I told her, "if you come to bed with me and sleep all night with me."
She undressed and I watched to see that supercunt. God, if it wasn't more appealing than all the cunts I saw at the orgy tonight, and no doubt twice as clean.
"Let me sit on your face," she suggested. "Begin licking my ass out and I'll eat your ass, then use your tongue in my twat when I'm all hot and bothered."
"Okay, sounds like fun," I told her. She climbed on the bed and slowly lowered her blonde buttocks in my face. I gripped her ass and stuck out my tongue and I shed all around her asshole. Bending over she got down and licked my ass out good.
She was beginning to drip. I got my tongue out of her asshole and changed to her cunt.
"Suck me," she panted excitedly.
My tongue darted up her box and I licked her clit. Lashing it excitedly was beautiful sucking.
With her tongue in my tail, and my tongue up her twat, we gave each other a super suck.
And when she came, I licked all the faster so I wouldn't lose one drop of her delicious cum.
After we'd made it, we slept together for the first time. With her arms around me, and mine around her, I wished just one thing.
The next morning I told her so.
"Mom," I smiled, "I wish we weren't related."
Tears came to her eyes, "Oh, it's awful ... you can't tell anybody when you do what we do."
"I know," I said sadly, "nobody would understand."
"They'd lock me up," she cried, "and you'd become a ward of the state ... all because we loved each other."
"What are we going to do about us?"
"I think we should split this town," she said quietly.
"Where would we go?"
"I don't know," she said, "I really don't."
"Have we got any money in the bank?"
"Not enough to go very far!"
"How much?"
"Oh, six hundred," she said.
"That's enough, that's enough, we could go to Mexico. I've got it! We can go there and live as lovers."
"Would you like that?" she asked excitedly.
"Oh, Mom, I'd love it ... I do love you, and you love me, why not?"
The next Monday morning we had everything packed and mom went to the bank and got the money. She bought airline tickets and we bordered the plane five hours later.
When we got to Mexico she looked for work. She didn't know the language and we had an awful time of it. But things were cheaper there and we had enough money to exist on.
One night she went down on me and was sucking me so nice I was really enjoying it.
She was doing wild things, letting her lower lip drag, licking all around the head of it and slipping her tongue in the slit. It was beautiful.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," I gasped and shot my load. She eagerly ate it all. Slipping her mouth off my dong, I noticed a funny expression on her face.
"Honey, let's do everything tonight ... everything...."
"Well, sure, Mom," I told her. "I'll eat you now ... okay?"
"I'd love that," she smiled. I got down between her beautiful thighs and licked her slit.
She dug that. I dipped my tongue inside her and licked her love button.
"Nibble on it."
I nibbled. She dug that.
"Suck me, ohhh, suck me," she moaned.
Her juices came fast and I ate her up.
Now I found myself hard again.
"Won't that thing ever go down?" she asked, stroking it as she got up.
"Doesn't look like it, does it?"
"I'd like to shove it up your pussy from behind," I told her.
"You can do that, but put that head rubber on I got for you."
"Where is it?"
"In my little night case," she said, pointing to it on the old, carved-wooden dresser.
I found it and slipped it over my big head.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, getting on all fours.
I slowly shoved it in and her cunt grabbed it. I shoved it way up there.
"I like it this way," she explained, "you can get it in farther at this angle."
"You're telling me," . I chuckled. "Oh, man, it's beautiful up there. No wonder people like to fuck different ways."
I was riding her good.
"Honey, let's try different things before you shoot ... you're real horny now and we're having a great fuck."
"Alright." I slowed down.
"What way shall we try?"
"You lie on your back and I'll slide my pussy over it."
Pulling it out, I lay down on my back. She looked wonderful. Sex always excited her and made her body more appealing.
Straddling me she let herself down over my pole.
"Oh, that's great," I sighed, "that's really beautiful."
"You just reach up and grab my titties," she suggested.
I gripped her big tits. She twisted her tail around for me. We were having a wonderful time.
"Fuck it," she said, and I drove it up there.
"Oh, you're doing me like you never did me before," she moaned. "Oh, God, that's great. Ram it up there. I can take it."
Thrusting with all my might I got my dick gunning up her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," she panted.
Throwing my whole body into it I lifted up.
"How's that?" I gasped. "How do you like that up there?"
"Perfect," she moaned, rotating her beautiful ass around my rod. "Keep it up ... I'm almost there...."
Again thrusting with all my might I drove it up her cunt. "Oh, baby, fuck it, fuck, fuck," I gasped, shooting my load up her. "Ahhhhh, ohhhh, Mom, that's great ... grind your ass around ... that's it ... do it again, just like you did before. Ohhhh, I'm still shooting...."
She kept her ass grinding around my dong until my balls were milked dry. I was pinching her nipples in my excitement. She slid off me and went to the bathroom.
She crawled back into bed with me and I wrapped my arms around her closely. Her naked body next to mine was what I liked when I drifted off to sleep.
"You aren't sorry we split the States?" she whispered.
"No, Mom, you and me together ... we'll make out."
"I can't find work," she cried softly.
"Oh, don't cry, Mom, something will turn up."
"I hope so," I told her, "I really do hope so."
I fell asleep quickly. I didn't wake up once during the night. The next morning I got up with a start. Mom wasn't beside me. I felt a cold chill. I knew instinctively something was wrong.
I went to the bathroom to take a leak and then I saw her.
"Oh, God, Mom," I groaned.
A towel was wrapped around her neck and her body dangled from the shower rod. I was hysterical. I ran out of the room clad in my shorts.
"Mom's dead, Mom's dead," I cried. A couple people calmed me down long enough to tell them what had happened. The police came, unfastened her neck and carried her out.
I was almost out of my mind with anguish and grief. Where to turn? Dad had deserted us long ago and now there was only myself-and mom dead.
Our embassy saved my life ... they paid the cost of shipping her body back to the States and gave me a little money. I found a job in a cleaning plant and I learned how to clean clothes. But I couldn't get rid of the torture I felt that horrible moment I saw mom's dead body dangling.
She really loved me. She knew we couldn't go on living in Mexico much longer with no money and she couldn't go back and face up to our sordid past.
I tried to date a few chicks but it never meant a thing. I picked up with a little bar hustler one night and when I got up to her place I found I couldn't get a hard-on.
"What's wrong ... you impotent?" she snapped.
That did it. I didn't say another word to her. I got up, dressed and just as I was about to leave she threw herself across the door.
"No, you don't," she flared, "you took my time ... if you can't get a hard-on, baby, that's your problem. I gotta eat too ... now give me the money."
"Here's your money, bitch," I said, tossing a ten spot on the bed.
She moved away from the door slowly, picking up the ten and examining it.
"Thanks," she said coldly.
I walked out.
Since then I've tried it a couple more times but I still don't get hot and bothered.
SUMMARY
Tyrone should not expect to be able to go through such a painful experience as he has without finding something left to haunt him. Certainly, he should strive to fulfill his sexual role but this will require clinical help.
The attraction he felt toward his mother has left him with a guilt-shame syndrome, which surfaces when he tries to have sex relations. Consciously, he may have adjusted, but it is the subconscious that is tripping him up when he tries to perform.
Extensive psychological counselling and possibly even several visits to a sex clinic where women trained to deal with men who suffer from temporary impotency will help him achieve normal sex output.
No doubt he will have to have several visits to the psychologist to determine precisely what form of help will suit him best.
