“The first night we were in the apartment, I came in, looked in the living room and almost peed when I saw June giving head to this guy. And he had been a blind date for her that night. The first time she’d seen him.
“He had his pants down around his knees and his ass was propped on the edge of the couch. He was lying back and letting Junie eat him up good. She was on her hands and knees, lashing out at his cock and balls with her tongue. She even leaned over and stuck her tongue around his asshole once or twice, just for a little variety.
“But I guess I’m getting into this story a little fast. You see, Junie and I were the best of buddies our first year at school. We happened to be roommates, and we hit it off right away. The only problem was we both hated that freshman dorm. It was really nothing, with all those empty-headed kids running around talking about nothing but cock and doing nothing about it.
“We made a pact, June and I, that the first chance we had, we’d get out of that haven of cockteasers and get ourselves an apartment. We got the chance when we were sophomores, and believe me, we made the most of it.
“Frankly, I was a little shook when I saw Junie down on her hands and knees licking and sucking on that guy’s prick. Not that I don’t enjoy sucking on the joy stick myself, but this guy was nothing. I mean, he was a real loser. Not near good enough for June. But she was down there licking him off like he was the most beautiful of God’s creatures.
“I slipped back out the door and waited for a half hour. When I came back, the guy was gone and June was ready for bed. I had told myself I shouldn’t mention any of what I’d seen, but just like any girl, my curiosity got the best of me. I wasn’t in the apartment five minutes before I was admitting to seeing June and that creep going at it.
“June wasn’t the least embarrassed. ‘But he was so ugly and such a nothing,’ I said.
“‘I don’t care what they look like,’ June admitted. ‘When I’m sucking on a cock I don’t care what it’s attached to. He could look like Quasimodo for all I care. It’s the cock I’m after. I love it.’
“I saw her point right off. I remembered that when I got going hot, nothing stood in my way either. And I’d sucked some cocks that were stuck on some pretty losing material. But, I had to admit, when you get down there with your head between a guy’s legs and you’re licking on a big and hard piece of meat, you don’t really care about much else.
“We didn’t talk about the scene much after that.
What am I talking about, ‘much’? We didn’t talk about it at all. We just enjoyed ourselves and did what we wanted. I didn’t catch Junie giving head any more.
“That was one of the things I really liked about her. She’d do just about anything-she was freaky as hell-but she never talked about it. Just the opposite of all other girls I knew. They were all talk and no action.
“As I said, we were going along pretty well until the bills started coming in. Neither of us had realized how much more expensive it was to live in an apartment than in a dorm. We were strapped and we didn’t even have enough to pay the rent.
“Both of us were carrying pretty heavy schedules, so that eliminated a job, even part-time. We racked our brains for a week, really sweating getting evicted, when finally Junie came up with the idea that saved us.
“She approached the subject very carefully. She didn’t know if I’d go for it or not. ‘There’s one way we could make some money, and it wouldn’t take much of our time.’
“I had a feeling about what she was getting at, but I played dumb. ‘How?’ I asked. ‘I mean, I’m carrying twenty hours and I don’t have too much time at all.’
“‘That’s what I’m getting at,’ she said. ‘I think what we ought to do is open a “head” shop.’
“It took about five seconds to dawn on me just what the hell she was talking about. ‘You mean suck for money,’ I said.
“She nodded her head.
“Now, I know that sounds like the weirdest, worst idea in the world, but we sat and talked about it for a long while and pretty soon it was shaping up as a good idea.
“First of all, there wasn’t any way for the majority of guys to get their kicks in this bohunk town. No pussy houses or anything like that, and from what I’d observed, ninety-nine and nine tenths of the girls on campus would have shit green before they gave anybody any action.
“And the kicker was that blow jobs were fast and safe. No big problem about getting pregnant from sucking on a guy’s prick. It seemed like a great idea. The main drawback was we’d probably have two of the most rotten reputations in the whole world after word got out, but, to tell you the truth, neither of us gave a damn. We liked to suck cock, and if we could, why not make money at it?
“The first thing to do was to get customers, and fast. The landlord, we were sure, would be paying us a visit at any second.
“We were right. At ten o’clock the next morning, there was a knock on the door. It was the landlord’s son. He was, he told us, after the rent, which was almost two weeks late.
“We gushed and hemmed and hawed but, in the end, it was mine and Junie’s mouth that saved the day. The guy was really rotten until June came right out and asked if he’d be willing to take a down payment. He thought a minute and said okay. Reluctantly. He thought we’d give him about five bucks. He was wrong.
“As soon as he agreed to the proposition, Junie walked over to him and ran her hand down the length of his cock. Now this guy wasn’t any chicken. Forty-five maybe, and kind of fat, with not much hair. He looked like the type who’d have about three kids and a wife he hated at home. But he didn’t have the looks to get anything on the side.
“When Junie got to his cock, his mouth fell open. I almost had to laugh from the expression on his face. But Junie threw me a very hard look that told me, ‘This is business, so keep it serious.’ I got serious.
“With a few movements of her hand, Junie had the guy’s cock out. It was still limp; I guess because the guy was so surprised. But I walked over toward him and while Junie was wrapping her hand around his pecker and jacking him off gently, I got down and stuck my head up between his legs. I took one of his balls in my mouth and worked on it with my tongue. He let out a long, contented sigh. He didn’t move all the while we were sucking on him. He just stood there, his eyes closed, his legs spread, and let us go to town.
“I kept working on his balls while Junie bent over and took his cock in her mouth. It didn’t take more than five or six slides with her mouth and the poor, overheated slob was squirting come in her mouth. Easy as that.
“The guy was real embarrassed after it was over. He wanted nothing more in the world than to get out of that apartment. I’ll take ten off the rent,’ he said over his shoulder on the way out. Slam, the door was closed and our first successful, satisfied customer was finished.
“June and I shook hands. ‘Ten bucks,’ I said. ‘That’s pretty good.’
“‘It’s great,’ June answered, Taut I don’t think we’ll be that lucky with many more of those guys. I mean, we’ll be working with college kids, mostly, and they just don’t have ten bucks for a quick blow job.’
“For the next half hour we sat around trying to figure out our rate schedule. After coming up with different amounts, we decided to play it by ear. As much as the traffic would bear.
“‘And, hell,’ I concluded, ‘if the dick is a good one, I’m not above throwing in a little free service.’
“Junie laughed. We were both in high spirits. And then a thought hit me. ‘Hey,’ I said, ‘what if some guy isn’t satisfied with a blow job. What if he wants to fuck?’
“After discussing that little eyebrow raiser, we decided that we wouldn’t fuck. Too many problems. No fuck; only suck. That was our motto. Unless, of course, we were on our own. If we found something that we wanted to fuck us, it was up to us. But for business we used our mouths.
“The next problem we had was customers. The landlord’s son had been easy. Sort of a spur-of-the-moment action. But ten dollars, even if it was a good enough amount, was just a drop in the bucket. We needed some customers, and a lot of them.
“I decided I’d hit Bert first. He was the manager of the football team, and a real go-getter. I mean, he knew everybody and everything about the campus. I’d give him some free head and maybe he’d spread the word around that we were available for a price.
“I saw Bert the next day in the cafeteria. He was walking through the tunnel that led from the student union to the dorm where all the animals lived. That’s what we called the guys who were on athletic scholarships. Bert lived there with them.
“He was about in the middle of the dimly lit tunnel when I called out to him. He waited until I caught up with him. I had decided I’d be as brazen with him as June had been with the landlord’s son. Actually, I was about as subtle as a billboard.
“I walked up to him and stared right at his crotch. You’d be surprised how much that embarrassed some guys. Others don’t give a damn and you can see their cocks growing while you’re still looking at their flies. Bert was one of the latter.
“In just a few seconds of my staring down at the bulge in his pants, his prick started to swell and shove down his leg. I decided, sight unseen, that Bert had a hefty piece of meat.
“We didn’t say anything at all until Bert asked me if I was interested. I nodded my head. And that damned son of a bitch dragged his cock out right there in the tunnel. Granted, nobody was around at the time, but someone could have been. Christ, the president of the college could have been heading that way at just that minute.
“But that fact didn’t stop either of us. Bert unzipped his fly and reached in his pants. He pulled both his cock and his balls out. And I had been right. He sure did have one hefty prick. It hung way down his leg, and I have to admit that the goddamned thing was pretty.
“This wasn’t going to be a business transaction; it was going to be fun.
“I put a notebook down on the ground and slipped to my knees. I reached up with my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. He was hard as a piece of steel. And big. I almost gagged on the thing. But he took it easy with me.
“He slowly shoved until the whole length of that giant dick was sliding down my throat. He kept whispering, ‘That’s it, baby. Take it all,’ over and over again, and he forced more and more of his cock into my mouth.
“Finally he had the whole thing lodged inside me. It was so big around that I had a hard time sucking on it. But he took care of that.
“He reached down and took hold of my ears and began fucking my face. He was doing all the work. All I was there for was to supply the suction and swallow the come when he spurted it out.
“He started moving faster and faster. He was plunging that cock down my throat now, giving me no chance to move or to breathe. So I just knelt there and took it. It was turning me on tremendously, too. I wanted that cock now. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. He got into a steady rhythm of fucking my face. Pound in, pull out. With almost lightning speed. Christ, what a cock he had and what a fucker he was.
“But eventually I could feel his cock getting even harder and filling out even more. Then Bert groaned and pulled my face to his belly. I could feel the hairs above his cock mash against my face. He kept himself pressed hard against me, not let ting me breathe, not letting me move while he let spurt after spurt of come pour down my throat. He just kept spurting. I thought he’d never finish.
“His load was too much for me to take. I could feel the sticky white liquid dribbling out of my mouth, down my chin. But I didn’t give a damn. I would have walked out of that student union with come marks all over me. I wouldn’t have cared. Bert really had me going.
“Finally his come stopped flowing into my mouth. I had all of him now. But I wouldn’t let go. I wanted to suck him and suck him until he was drained dry.
“He let me work on his cock for about another thirty seconds and then forced my head away. ‘That was great, baby,’ he said, “but I get a little nervous after the deed. Especially out in the open like this.’
“I reluctantly let go of his cock. It slurped when he pulled it out of my mouth. Just the sound a cock makes when it’s pulling out of a tight, slimy cunt. And Bert’s pecker was still hard. He was really some good suck material. I was only sorry I hadn’t gone all the way with him before.
”
“Thanks for the treat,’ he said and started walking away. The asshole. He didn’t even ask my name. But I called after him. ‘Hey,’ I shouted after him, ‘I’ve got a favor to ask you.’
“‘I knew it was too good to be true,’ he said, shaking his head halfway seriously. ‘I thought maybe for one time in my life somebody’d do something for nothing.’
“I caught up with him and we walked slowly toward the dorm. ‘I suck a pretty good suck, don’t I?’ I asked him. He nodded. Then I explained what I was after. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, asked me if I was really serious, and then, after I told him I was, he said it was the greatest idea he’d heard in a long time.
“He went on to say that he’d get us more customers than we could handle, only there was a stipulation. He wanted a cut. Two bucks for every cock he sent our way. I told him that was too much. We hadn’t planned on charging a hell of a lot more than that for the suck job in the first place. With his commission he was liable to push us out of the blow business before we got started.
“He agreed that maybe two bucks was too much. He agreed to a dollar per cock, and added that he himself would be entitled to freebies anytime he wanted them. I agreed to that right off. Bert had one beautiful cock and I wouldn’t have minded sucking on that big fucking pole for a whole day.
“We parted friends and half-ass business partners. Bert had told me he’d have some customers for us that night, so I headed home and got the body in shape. Bath, powder, perfume, the whole works. A half hour before Bert and his buddies were scheduled to show up, Junie came in. I told her about the deal, which pleased her, and then told her to get her ass in shape.
“‘It’s not my ass that needs getting in shape,’ she laughed. ‘It’s these beautiful, red lips.’ She headed into the bathroom and was back in plenty of time for our first scheduled business venture.
“Bert was right on time. At eight o’clock, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door Bert tramped in, followed by four of the animals from the dorms. They were nice guys, seldom rough, just looking to get their rocks off. Just normal guys who somehow had learned how to handle some kind of ball and were being paid to go to school. I think the nickname that was attached to them was the result of jealousy by the creeps who had to pay their own way.
“Anyway, the five of them marched in. No names were exchanged, except I’d seen all of them around campus. Bert, sort of smart-ass, asked where the other suck queen was, and I called Junie into the living room. That girl was too much. She walked into the living room from the bedroom stark-naked. Not one goddamned thing on her body. That got things going real fast.
“We each took two of the cocks. I stripped my dress off. All I had on underneath was a little pair of pants. Both Junie and I walked over to the guys-they were standing, embarrassed, almost in a line-and started playing with the cocks through their trousers. They were stirred up fast, but still didn’t move much. Then one guy got into the swing of things. He unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out. ‘I thought you were going to suck on it, not just play with it,’ he said with a sneer on his face. I nodded and got down quickly on my knees in front of him, still fondling my second trick with my free hand. I took the guy’s cock in my mouth and lovingly started giving him the best blow job I could. No rush, just a lot of special loving attention. Like mother would.
“That first guy’s cock wasn’t exceptionally big, but it sure as hell was hard and pointed. He even hurt me a little when he shoved that ramrod-hard knob back into my throat. But I adjusted fast. I slobbered over his cock like it was the last one in the world I’d ever eat. He got the special treatment, and he loved it.
“I guess the action got the other three going, because within seconds, all four cocks were out of their hiding places, ready, willing, and anxious to have come sucked out of them.
“I glanced over at Junie and saw she was doing the same thing I was. Alternating her mouth from one cock to another. Then she’d zip her head down between the guys’ legs and tongue-bathe their balls, taking one at a time and sucking them gently until their owners about flipped their wigs.
“I got so excited, seeing all this great action going on all around me, that I even shoved my head down farther and tried to get my tongue down between the one guy’s ass cheeks. I wanted to lick out his asshole. Not much, just a little. At first he didn’t know what I wanted but when he got the idea, he opened his pants, shoved them down, and then lay back on the couch. Everybody was going by that time, all except Bert that is. He just stood to the side, running his hand up and down his cock, waiting for everybody else to get out so he could get his head job. It’s funny, but he never wanted any action when anybody else was around.
“I had both my tricks down on the couch now, their pants down around their ankles. I licked all over their thighs-Christ, I even flicked them with my tongue behind their knees-and slobbered all over their dongs after working up a lot of saliva in my mouth. At one point I even took both their cocks into my mouth at once. Couldn’t do much that way, though, even if both of them were on the small side. But at that point they started mauling on my tits, which were hanging out bare. I stopped sucking right off, then. ‘None of that shit,’ I said. ‘You came for a suck.’
“It wasn’t that I minded their playing around, but I knew for sure that if they got me started I’d end up spending the whole fucking night with them, and they’d both have their cocks plunging away at my cunt. And I had a lot of studying to do. Dammit.
“So I sucked on their pricks even harder, alternating on them, until they both started bucking on that couch, ready to toss their cream. I concentrated on one until I felt his cock get harder and start spurting good, hot cream down my throat. He moaned and groaned and poured come. It was wild. Then, as soon as he settled back, I attacked the other one. I got up high on my knees and rammed down with my mouth on that hard cock. It didn’t take more than fifteen seconds before he was shooting his load all over the inside of my mouth.
“They both really enjoyed the suck session, and I had, too. By the time they got up off the couch and got their pants up, I had seen that Junie was through with her two, too. They straightened up their clothes.
“I was a little nervous about how to collect the money, but Bert took care of that. He walked up into the center of the action and said, ‘That’ll be ten altogether, boys.’ Easy as that. One of the tricks pulled a ten-spot out of his pocket and paid for all four. They said a hasty good-bye and were out of the apartment.
“Before he said anything at all, Bert pocketed the ten and pulled a five-spot and a single out of his pocket. He handed it to me. ‘Pretty good for ten minutes work,’ he said and laughed. I agreed and mentioned something about his not doing badly either. He just laughed.
“‘Now,’ he said, ‘I think I’ll sample the merchandise. He walked over to Junie who was sitting and resting in a chair. He pulled out his cock and put it up to her lips. She gobbled on it like it was a juicy ear of corn, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t feel just the slightest twinge of jealousy. I sort of liked Bert….”
As Napoleon once said, when referring to the French Revolution, “successful new thoughts always bring excesses.”
His opinion was really brought to confirmation in the case of the above two college sophomores. The girls, both products of their generation and the new “freedom of sexual expression,” did indeed go to excess.
In their case, both young ladies substituted expediency for morality. They needed money; they had what they thought was an easy and satisfactory way of supplying that need. The human nature, however, often has a way of spoiling what seem to be perfect solutions. So does the Establishment, as we’ll see in the concluding segment of the girls’ case history.
It would be difficult for anyone who had not spent his or her adolescence in the aura of sexual permissiveness which pervades our society today to understand the motives of the two young girls, Linda and June, in pursuing a course which seems to us only the most perverse and deviated. There are few among us who would still condemn oral sex, but just as few among us who could condone the two girls’ use of that sexual aspect.
But let’s examine their lives and see what motivated them. Both girls were offspring of average, middle-class parents. They were raised with little harassment and little discipline by their parents. They were both left on their own from about the age of fifteen. Their wants were supplied, but their most important one-guidance-was not.
The girls necessarily accepted as gospel, since they had no other sources to learn from, the rebellious professions of slightly older, slightly revolutionary youngsters. These older teenagers supplied the guidance both girls sought. They accepted what was said, and made it their own.
The result is a completely cynical attitude toward morality, and even toward a sense of what is right and wrong. If it furthers a personal end, it is correct. That is the girls’ philosophy.
In the monumental Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin and Gebhard, we find considerable attention given to the most central manifestation of the two girls’ sex drive-oral-genital contacts.
The authors state, for example: “In about one percent of the cases studied, the male had made oral contacts with the female genitalia, and in about the same percentage of cases the female had been persuaded to reciprocate.”
And further along, the following is stated:
Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be … aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally.
And still another observation by Kinsey:
… among the females of the younger generations who had had some (even though limited) experience in coitus, sixteen percent had stimulated the male genitalia orally. And among those who had had more extensive premarital coitus, oral contacts with the male genitalia were recorded in forty-three percent of the petting histories.
Thus the conclusion: “Obviously, experience in coitus leads to a considerable acceptance of petting techniques which sexually inexperienced persons often consider taboo.”
Thus, by using Kinsey’s research and findings as a basis, there is much we can tell about both our young subjects. First of all, both girls admit to being aroused by oral sex. That, according to Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, would indicate that both girls have at least limited experience in coitus.
As a further conclusion, given the amount of times oral-genital contacts were practiced by the girls, the ease with which they adjusted to lives that could only be considered as degenerate by most, and the enjoyment they got from the act itself, it can be stated with practical certainty that both girls were, indeed, very experienced in coitus.
Let’s look for possible motivation. Both girls intimated that they regarded the practice of oral sex as “safe”-from pregnancy. From what source would such an attitude arise? Dr. Eustace Chesser, in her Unmarried Love, points out the following in this regard: “The main parental concern in regard to their daughters is the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy.”
Perhaps, and this is only a possibility since neither girl gives us much of a clue as to the influence of her parents except to deny all such influence, this “fear of pregnancy” was inculcated into their personalities. Just as religious principles and prejudices are handed on almost subconsciously from parent to child, so, too, in this case, might have been this fear of pregnancy.
In this age of “the pill,” it is hard to imagine young girls, who have had experience with all kinds of sex, using this timeworn and not very valid excuse to indulge almost exclusively in oral sex.
Thus, one is tempted to say that evidence would indicate that both of them were merely looking for a good excuse for their actions.
The human mind is a complex mechanism. And psychiatrists, psychologists, and sexologists are just beginning to scrape the surface of its understanding. Conjecture plays the most important role in all of these sciences.
In a letter written to an associate, Dr. Freud expressed the following:
… we are involved only in a large guessing game, doctor. Nothing can be stated with surety, either about the patient J or about anyone. Perhaps it is the unintelligible essence of our work which is the most fascinating. To say that a scientist is wrong in many regards in one of these cases is not to belittle his talent, knowledge or intelligence, since so much of the time, so many of us are wrong.
Why did these two young girls act as they did? Seventy years or more after Freud wrote the above letter, expressing his frustration and fascination with his field, we are still conjecturing, still guessing. We suggest patterns of behavior and try to fit similar patterns together. Our interpretations are open to dispute.
“After a while I would have given almost anything to have him slam that big prick of his up into my pussy.
“The only time I had any trouble was when he went to Junie and had her suck him off. I sort of considered his cock all mine, if you know what I mean. But he always soothed things over by saying something boring like, ‘Variety is the spice of life.’ And then he’d laugh and I’d forgive him.
“He had us averaging about fifteen cocks a week, which added up to enough money to pay our expenses. In fact, looking at it from an hourly wage point of view, we were doing damned good. And there were a lot of cocks to suck. Brown ones, white ones, yellow ones. … Bert even got a few of the younger professors to partake of Junie’s and my special sort of sexual release.
“But if the truth be known, while Junie was taking half of the earnings, she wasn’t doing half the work. In fact, she was slacking off more and more. But I really didn’t mind. I liked sucking, and I was liking it better all the time. I was even getting a little worried at times about liking it so much. If I didn’t have a prick to pull on with my mouth for just one night I’d dream about it all night and wake up with my cunt all wet and slippery. I guess you could say that sex was becoming, by far, the most important thing in my life.
“We’d been engaged in our little business enterprise for about three months, when one day Bert walked into the apartment. He never knocked, just walked in. But I didn’t mind. As usual I was sitting around the place naked. I’d gotten to the point of only putting on clothes when I had to. After all, you never knew when a customer would show up.
“Anyway, he came in all excited and sat down, busting his gut to tell me something. He launched into his story. He had made arrangements with a guy who owned one of those girlie clubs to have June and me put on an after-hours ‘special’ exhibition. He had broached the subject to June and she had refused point-blank. You’d be surprised how snobbish she was getting.
“‘I called the guy back and he’ll use just one girl,’ Bert said, ‘and you’re the girl.’
“He explained that all I had to do was suck a few cocks in front of some people–just like I’d been doing for months-and they’d pay me four hundred dollars. Half of that, of course, would go to Bert. But imagine, he said, two hundred dollars for just an hour’s work.
“Somehow the whole deal smelled like three-day-old fish. I just didn’t want to do it, especially knowing that June had refused. I still respected her common sense, even if I didn’t like her nearly as much as I formerly had.
“But like I said in the beginning, Bert was a real good persuader. Since I was naked, he didn’t have much trouble stirring me up. He started with my tits, just playing with them lightly. Then he leaned over and started licking on them. He had me in seventh heaven in no time.
“But he really didn’t get me going until he started biting down on my nipples. And I found that the harder he bit, the more he hurt me, the better I liked it. He caught on pretty quick, too, because after just a few seconds of his working on my nipples he was gnawing on them like crazy, and he had me really excited.
“When he got down between my legs and started to stick his stiff tongue inside me, I started juicing up like mad. Christ, it felt so good and I’d been waiting so long for him to do something like that.
“He started biting my pussy lips as hard as he had my nipples. It hurt terribly, but for some weird reason I got all the more excited.
“Finally, he got up and opened his pants. His big cock sprang out, ready for anything. It was glistening with his own excited juices. The sight of that thing, and what he was going to do with it, literally had me out of my mind.
“He got between my legs and lifted them up around his hips. He aimed that big dick of his at my cunt. ‘You want it, baby?’ he asked.
“‘Yes, Christ, yes!!’ I screamed. ‘Fuck me. Oh, fuck me good.’
“‘If Bert fucks ya,’ he said, ‘are you going to do what he asks?’
“‘Anything,’ I shouted. ‘Anything at all.’ I would have let a herd of elephants fuck me if it had gotten Bert’s cock inside me.
“‘You promise?’ he asked, still aiming his cock at my cunt, pressing just the tip against the lips of my pussy.
“‘I promise,’ I yelled. ‘Now fuck me.’ I was getting a little angry. I wanted that cock so bad.
“Then he slammed it inside me. If pain was what I was after, I got it. I was split wide open with that cock. It lodged into me, forcing my whole insides apart. But I loved it. I wanted more. More pain. More cock.
“Bert obliged. He pulled that big monster almost all the way out of me and then plunged once more into me. Again and again he fucked my pussy, never stopping, never giving me a chance to adjust. It was glorious.
“He fucked me fast and furious, and in what seemed like no time at all, he stiffened and plunged his cock even farther and then shot his load. I didn’t come. I hadn’t had time.
“I was a little disappointed in how quick Bert had come, but it had been so exciting, so thrilling to have that big cock ramming into me, I just couldn’t bring myself to complain.
“And as soon as he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom to wash up, he reminded me of my promise. Honest to God, I didn’t even remember telling him I’d perform in his little exhibition, but if he said I did, I believed him. I decided I’d do it, but I still wasn’t happy about the whole deal. Although the two hundred dollars sure would come in handy.
“Bert went into the bedroom to use the phone. I heard him telling somebody that all you had to do was fuck me and I’d do anything anybody asked. That sort of made me angry for a couple of seconds, but then, when I started thinking about it, I thought why should I get mad at Bert for telling somebody the truth.
“The arrangements were made for the following weekend. Friday night was my debut. Bert said he would drive me down about nine o’clock and then pick me up at two. I asked him to stay with me for the night, but he answered that he couldn’t. He had a long-standing engagement, he said, that he couldn’t break.
“So there I was alone, sitting in a dumpy little dressing room, waiting for God-knows-what to happen to me. Nobody told me anything about what I was going to do or where, only that I was scheduled for midnight. And that I should be ready.
“I only had one visitor before the show. This creepy-looking guy, who, it turns out, is the manager of the place, comes in and puts a fifth of cheap booze down on the table in front of me. ‘Drink as much of this as you can,’ he says. ‘Only don’t get sick. If you get sick I’ll knock the shit out of you.’
“I wasn’t a hard liquor drinker at all. In fact, I sort of had a reputation as being the cheapest drunk in town. But drinking from the bottle gave me something to occupy my time, and it did seem to calm me down a lot.
“I didn’t hear anything except a drum beating from way on the other side of the club, and I didn’t see anybody-except the manager-until about eleven-thirty. Then this real tall, real black Negro came in. He was dressed in regular clothes and he handed me this cheap-looking dress to put on. He stood there like he was waiting for me to put it on, so I took off my own clothes and slipped it on. He didn’t bat an eye when I was naked, and even after I was dressed. If you can call wearing that dress being ‘dressed.’
“My tits were hanging out all over the place, and the dress, while being floor-length, had a slit up the side almost to my waist. I was dressed, but I was undressed, if you know what I mean.
“The colored guy said only one more thing before he walked out. ‘Remember, honey,’ he says, ‘what I’m doin’ to ya don’t mean nothing personal.’ With that said, he left.
“Now that little statement had me worried. I had got it from Bert that all I had to do was use my mouth on a few guys and the money would be mine. You know, like under the table, on my hands and knees and gobbling their cocks while they ate or something like that. I don’t mind being degraded a little if I get paid for it. But this dude who had just left seemed to have a different idea on what my duties were.
“But I was drunk enough by this time to let what he said bother me for only a few minutes. Then it slipped my mind. The booze had done nothing, I thought, but loosen me up and make me sleepy. I was anxious to get this whole deal over with so I could go home and get in bed.
“About ten minutes to twelve, the manager came for me. He led me outside and up a flight of stairs. I could hear the music much better from where I was. In fact, it sounded like it was right next to my ear.
“I followed the manager out onto a stage. The curtain was closed, but the stage was all set up with a barroom scene. A bar, some stools, a pool table, things like that. It was pretty elaborate.
“The manager got me propped up on one of the barstools and got me posed so that my pussy was hanging out toward the audience. ‘Stay like that,’ he told me, ‘and play it natural.’ That’s all he said and walked away.
“So I sat there, drumming my fingers on the bar, anxious to get this goddamned thing over with. If I had known what was coming I wouldn’t have been so anxious. I didn’t drum for long, because all of a sudden a guy dressed like a waiter comes on stage and gets behind the bar. He hands me a glass filled with booze. ‘Here,’ he says, ‘you’ll need this.’
“I just looked at him blankly and then took a long drink. ‘You ready?’ he asked. I nodded. He went over to the side of the stage and flicked the lights on and off, finally leaving them off. Then he got back into place across the bar from where I was sitting.
“The curtain pulled apart and I was staring straight into about fifty gawking faces. What really threw me was that there were some women out there.
“But I didn’t have long to think about them. Very low, very sexy music started, and the bartender walks over toward me and acts like he’s talking to me. In just a few seconds, the door to the barroom slams open and the big colored fellow I had talked to earlier walks in. He comes up to the bar, acting drunk, and orders a drink. When he looks my way the first time he does a real phony double-take and moves over behind me, on the next stool, away from the audience.
“I didn’t pay any attention to him. The manager had told me to stay in the position he put me in, so I stayed. Then, all of a sudden, while I’m sitting there, I see and feel this long black arm reach around my shoulder and move down my front. A big black hand reached under my dress and grabbed a whole handful of cunt. And he was rough about it. That made me mad, so I tried to turn around, but he held me with his other arm, facing toward the audience. That freaky group out there had gotten a real charge out of his grabbing my pussy. They really laughed that one up.
“All of a sudden, the guy swings me sideways and he’s standing there facing me. Only now his cock is sticking out of his pants, right at me. And I can tell you with no exaggeration that that was the biggest hunk of meat I’d ever seen in my life. And as far as pricks go, I’m sort of an expert.
“That goddamned thing was stiff, but it was too damned heavy to stick up. It just sort of arched out into the air, and I’ll bet my bottom dollar that if that thing had been stretched straight down, it would have hit him at the knee. I just sat there and stared at it.
“The next thing he did kind of caught me off guard, too. He took hold of the top of my dress and ripped it. One good tug and the thing just left me. I was sitting on that stool bare-assed naked. Then he reached down and pried my knees apart and moved inside my thighs. He tried to get that black piece of meat in my pussy, but I wasn’t having any of that. Not even for two hundred dollars. But he had different ideas. When I didn’t cooperate, he slammed me alongside the head so hard I saw stars.
“The blow stunned me just enough to give him time to ram that cock into my cunt. About halfway. He split me open. Hell, I had thought Bert was big, but next to this guy, Bert’s was tiny. The thick black mass was stuck up into my pussy, hurting me like hell. I tried to struggle, but then another set of hands started holding me quiet. The bartender reached over the bar, grabbed my hands and pulled them back. As soon as I was held on top, the black guy pulled my legs farther apart and started slamming his cock as hard as he could right up into me.
“He only fucked me for about a minute and then he pulled his cock out and pulled me off the stool. He slammed me again, not so hard this time, just hard enough to make me stumble and go down for the count. Right away he was at my face, his cock pushing against my mouth. He reached into my hair and pulled my head back so hard I had to give in to him. In a second I had his cock lodged in my mouth, choking me, not letting me breathe.
“They got me into a bent-over position and then the bartender starts giving it to me from the rear. His cock was a monster, too. I don’t know where they found these guys. All I knew, I was standing there with cock slamming into my mouth and cock slamming into my cunt. They got into a pretty good rhythm. And then the colored guy started playing around with my tits while he face-fucked me. That turned me on. In fact, the whole scene was turning me on. A whole lot. I started wiggling my butt, pushing my cunt farther on to the guy’s cock in back of me. And I started going to work on the guy’s cock in my mouth.
“I sucked and licked, all the while getting fucked like crazy from behind. I pushed the colored guy toward the barstool and he propped himself up, his legs spread. I angled my tongue for his asshole. I shoved it up there and he let out a moan. This fucking bit might have been a job, but for at least once in his life, he was going to really enjoy it.
“The guy in the back wasn’t any slouch either. He was pumping my cunt good. Good solid strokes that had me feeling an orgasm coming on. My insides got hotter and hotter, and I could feel myself start to shake.
“I let go of that black cock for a second and shouted to that creep behind me: ‘Fuck me!!’ I was out of my head.
“He slid his cock in and out of me until he knew I had come. I arched my back and let the waves of pleasure and release roll through me. It was great. But then, as soon as I got my rocks off, they changed places, and I found myself with the huge black dick poking my cunt to pieces in back, and me sucking off my own pussy juices from the cock in my mouth.
“I won’t go into the rest of the details, but I went through things like being pissed on, eating out their assholes, licking their come off the floor. And then, when those two were done, I had about ten guys from the audience to satisfy. But all of them wanted a suck job, and with the action they’d seen, they shot off real fast, so that wasn’t too much.
“But, needless to say, when Bert came to pick me up, I was ready to go.
“But then I found out he hadn’t come to pick me up, but only to get the two hundred bucks. He got the money from the manager, gave me my share, and then told me the great news. He had just signed me for two weeks at the same job.
“The asshole! The creep! I called him every name I could think of. But nothing I could say or do could get me out of it. And, anyway, if the truth be known, I wasn’t really that upset. I had enjoyed the night. And two weeks at two hundred a night! Hell, I’d be in good shape for the rest of the school year. If my pussy held out that long.
“I found out just a couple of days later that Bert had moved into my apartment with June. The two assholes were going to get married.
“As for me, I’m satisfied. I decided not to go back to school. I got another job coming up as soon as I’m finished here, so what the hell. I enjoy my work and the money’s good. And I sure do like to get fucked.”
CHAPTER TWO
Debbie: Black Is Beautiful
“The first time I ever saw a black cock-or any color cock for that matter-was when I was about fourteen years old and was visiting a construction site with my father.
“Dad owned the construction business and wasn’t in the field much, so when he offered to take me along this time, I was really excited. I didn’t realize how busy he’d be, and how little time he’d have for me.
“We drove for maybe three hours and pulled into the road construction camp. Dad headed right for the office with the general foreman and told me, in so many words, to make my own fun, but to keep out of trouble. I did exactly what he told me, only maybe I did better at making fun than at keeping out of trouble.
“I wandered around the camp, which was in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even a town within any reasonable driving distance, and I guess the men on the job weren’t used to having visitors around, especially young female ones, “I saw more bare asses that afternoon than I ever had in my life. One shift was just getting off work and the men were taking showers. When they finished at the shower enclosure, they’d wander back to the bunkhouses any way they wanted to. But all of them, with one exception, took off as soon as they saw me. Took off, that is, or at least put a towel around their waists and hid what they had.
“That exception I was talking about was a young Negro man who walked out of the shower enclosure as nonchalant as you please. He had his towel draped over his shoulder and didn’t have a stitch on. He had a beautiful, muscled body, almost shiny black, but my eyes passed right over most of that body and went right to his giant black cock. It was hanging down his thigh, really a monster. And the skin on his cock was a lot lighter than the rest of his body. In fact, the head of his prick was almost pink. I remember that well. I had good reason to remember.
“He saw me standing there but didn’t bother to hurry into the bunkhouse or even to cover himself. He just stopped in his tracks and looked at me. Not scared or nervous or anything. He just smiled a real slow smile and looked straight at me. I remember I blushed, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his cock. It was so big and long. We were standing close enough together so he could see what I was looking at, and he reached down with his hand and held his cock inside it for a second.
“Then he started to walk away, but not toward the bunkhouse. He headed for a group of shacks that were used to store equipment. When he started moving away, I looked away from his prick and back at his face. He was still smiling and, as he continued walking away, he nodded his head, just a little, beckoning me to follow him.
“Young as I was I felt a thrill go through my whole body. I knew what he wanted wasn’t going to be ‘good.’ But I didn’t care. I was too damned fascinated with that cock of his.
“I didn’t follow him directly but sort of ambled in the same direction he was going. Once I lost him, when he rounded a building, but I started hurrying up at that point and caught sight of him again. I was really shook when I thought maybe I had lost him.
“He was walking with his back to me now, and I could see the tight skin of his ass stretch with every step he took. And I could see the muscles of his back move each time he did. He really was a gorgeous male. But I didn’t realize it at the time. I was more impressed with the fact that every time he took a step I could see his cock hanging down between his legs. And if anything, the more he walked, the longer that prick of his seemed to get.
“Finally I saw him go into a small shed. He left the door open and I sauntered past the entrance, trying not to look too interested. Actually, though, my whole pussy was wet with the thoughts of what he had in mind for me. I guess even then I was a little on the freaky side, because anything he wanted to do to me or with me was okay. Of course, I didn’t know just how crazy some people could be, and I was lucky he didn’t go farther with me than he did.
“As I walked past the open door, I could see him leaning against the flat bed of a small truck that was parked inside. He had thrown the towel off his shoulder and it was laid, flat out, on the ground in front of him. He was leaning back, his groin stuck out, his legs spread. He was fondling his massive cock, and by this time it was half hard. I tried not to let myself react, but I couldn’t help it. If I thought his prick had been big when it was soft, I was amazed at how much it had grown. It half arced out from his body, and it looked like a thick piece of black rubber tubing. Except for the tip, which, like I said, was much lighter.
“While I was standing there watching him-I didn’t pretend indifference anymore; I just stood outside that shed door and stared at his prick-he spit into his hand and then started rubbing his saliva all over his cock.
“That made it all shiny and wet and to my mind all the more sexy. I could almost feel pussy juices running down my leg as I stood there and watched him jacking himself off.
“Then, when I glanced up at his face, I saw he still had that small smile. And as soon as he saw me looking at him, he nodded again. Harder this time. He was beckoning me to come into the shed. I knew I shouldn’t, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have kept me out of there at this point.
“I edged warily up to the door. He started working harder on his cock, letting his hand run the full length, grasping it hard. I could tell he was enjoying what he was doing to himself, but I also knew that he’d enjoy it a lot more if he had somebody doing it for him. And believe me, I was the one who wanted to be doing it to him.
“‘You like this pretty prick, Debbie?’ he asked.
“I damned near fainted when he used my name. He knew who I was! The boss’s daughter and he couldn’t have cared less.
“‘Come on in and get a better look,’ he said and held his hard cock straight out toward me. I walked inside the shed. For some reason, I can remember smelling hay. I don’t know why. I was transfixed with the sight of that cock. I wanted to touch it more than anything else in the whole world. I was standing not more than a foot or so away from him and his goddamned cock was almost touching me. That’s how big it was.
“‘Touch it, Debbie,’ he said. ‘It won’t hurt you.’
“I knew I shouldn’t, but I did. I reached out my hand and felt the tip of his cock. It was smooth as a piece of silk, and wet from his spreading his spit on it. My whole body jerked with excitement.
“‘Put your hand around it like I’m doing,’ he said. He had his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, buried in the heavy, wiry hair that sprouted on his lower belly. I very slowly wrapped my hand around the tip. It wouldn’t fit. That’s hard to believe, but it wouldn’t. I couldn’t make my fingers meet.
“‘Now just move your hand to and fro,’ he said. ‘Grip my dick hard, Debbie-baby, and move real smooth.’
“I did what he asked. I moved my hand toward him and then back toward me. His cock was on a straight line by that time, hard as possible. I didn’t know then that his cock didn’t get as hard as other guys’, especially white guys’ cocks. It was more like hard rubber. But it gave as I moved my hand back and forth. I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing to him because he had his eyes closed and a real dreamy expression on his face.
“‘Move your hand faster,’ he said, and I started moving my hand faster and faster. I could feel his cock getting warmer and warmer inside my hand, and felt his whole prick jumping and jerking with excitement. That made me all the more excited.
“I must have gotten him close, because all of a sudden he reached down and took my hand away. ‘Hold it for a minute, Debbie,’ he said. ‘You really got me going.’
“I took my hand away but continued to look at his prick. It was standing straight out and moving around like it had a life of its own.
“Then I must have done something unconsciously. Something that he saw. I must have flicked my tongue across my lips. I can vaguely remember doing it, and then seeing the surprised look come on his face. He hesitated only a second. ‘Would you like to put your tongue on this pretty prick, Debbie?’ he asked. I looked at him, shocked. I’d never heard of anything like that. And then I started to think about it. I was curious about what his big dick tasted like. It was so smooth I knew I’d enjoy running my tongue over it.
“‘Just get down on your knees, pretty girl,’ he said, ‘and lick around on this big black prick. I promise you, you’ll like it.’
“I hesitated until he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me down. Not hard. He just exerted pressure and I felt my knees bend, and before I knew it I was kneeling on that towel right in front of him. His cock was in front of me. All I had to do was lean forward and either lick it with my tongue or open my mouth wide, take some of it inside me, and suck on it.
“‘Lick on it, baby,’ he said. ‘Like it was an icecream stick.’
“I don’t know what it was that made me do it, either his voice, which was soft and smooth, or just plain wanting to, but I leaned over toward him and let my tongue brush against the tip of his cock.
“‘Lick it good, baby,’ he said, and before I knew what I was doing I was licking his prick up and down the whole length of it. I didn’t miss one spot. And when I finished going over his cock once, I started again. I licked and licked. It was the most peculiar taste I’d ever had, but I liked it and I knew I wanted more. So when he told me to open my mouth and let him shove a little of his cock inside, I opened up without a second’s hesitation. Thank God, he was gentle with me. With that big dick of his he could have ruined me sexually for life-and now that I think about it, maybe he did-but he just put the very tip inside my mouth and told me to suck on it., ” ‘Don’t bite it, baby,’ he said. ‘Just cover your teeth and suck on it.’
“I must have gotten the knack right off, because in just a couple of seconds, he was moaning with pleasure. Slowly, he forced more and more of his prick into my mouth until I had about four inches inside me. I thought he would choke me, but I liked the feeling. I liked the idea of being on my knees in front of him, doing things to him to make him feel good. I would have done anything then. Anything that it was possible to do.
“He reached down and pulled my hand away from his leg and put it around the base of his cock. I was jacking him off and sucking him off at the same time.
“As I worked frantically on his cock with my mouth and hand, I could feel his body tighten and his cock get even longer and harder. It was jerking like crazy now and he just kept moaning and moaning. My head must have been working like a piston at the end. I worked so hard on that damned cock of his that I gave myself a headache.
“Suddenly, his body bent, his cock aimed right at me. ‘I’m gonna come,’ he shouted, ‘and you take that cream, you fucking bitch!’
“I’d never heard language like that before, but it made me all the more excited. I moved my free hand down and under my dress. My finger found my cunt and I started working it inside myself. I was jacking myself off just as fast as I was working on him. God, I don’t know if it was because it was the first time or not, but I’ve never been so excited since in my life.
“He grabbed my head with both his hands and forced even more of his cock inside my mouth. He was choking me by now, but there was nothing I could do. I just worked on my cunt and let him face-fuck me. His hips flew back and forth and I could feel his cock tearing at my lips.
“And then he shouted again. ‘Drink my shit!’ he yelled and I felt and tasted his salty, thick cream pouring into my mouth and down my throat. I must have come myself at the same time, because I remember this tremendous wave of pleasure. I didn’t mind his come. I drank it, and what I couldn’t handle I let drip out of my mouth down on my dress. He just kept spurting more and more come into my mouth. I tried to move off his cock a little so I could drink all his come down, but the harder I tried to get away from him the harder he pushed and shoved his cock inside me.
“We both settled down at the same time. I got up off my knees sheepishly. He just stood there, his cock still hard, looking a little worred. ‘I wouldn’t tell anybody about this,’ he said. I shook my head. Hell, no, I wasn’t about to tell anybody I’d sucked off a big black cock. Who’d believe me, except maybe my father, and if he found out, he’d probably kill the guy.-“After that, just like a kid with a new toy, I couldn’t think of anything but sex. Or more truthfully, I couldn’t think of anything but that long black dick that shot that beautiful white, sticky cream into my mouth when I sucked on it.
“Every night I’d go to bed and start playing around with myself. I tried to imagine that big, black cock up in my pussy, but that didn’t turn me on at all. But when I got to thinking about taking that black tube in my mouth, kneeling there in front of it, and having it spurt into me, then I got turned on. My pussy would get all wet and I’d stick one, then two, then three fingers up into myself until I came. After a while, I tried other things, like douche syringes, and small vases, even a rolled-up magazine. My cunt was hot to have something up inside it, but my mouth was hotter. I wanted to suck, and I wanted to suck black meat. I was hung up on it.
“Eventually, I read an ad in one of those magazines about a vibrator. I saved up and sent for one. From then on my problems were solved. No more problems about what to fuck myself with. I had the vibrator and my own imagination.
“Of course, after a while, I got tired of just thinking about sucking off black cock and wanted the real thing again. I begged and begged my father to take me back to the construction camp until he finally agreed.
“I looked all over that damned camp, but the big black cock wasn’t, around. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. I don’t know if he quit, if he was off that day, or just not around. But I was pretty damned disappointed. So disappointed, in fact, that I was determined to find some other black cock to suck on.
“That’s when I made my big mistake. We were living in a pretty small town, and the high school I was going to was typical of a small town. Everybody knew exactly what everybody else was doing. I had only been going there a year, so I really wasn’t too involved with any cliques, but I sure got popular with one particular group.
“There weren’t many Negroes at the school, but a few that were there were beautiful. I had been noticing them, but keeping my cool. I didn’t want to become known as a black cock sucker around town. But I did.
“About a week after my disappointment at the construction camp, I walked over after classes to the track field. I didn’t have anything particular in mind, just something to do. I sat in the first row of the stands and watched some runners work out. One guy in particular caught my eye. His name was Sandy B-(I knew him from a class we took together), and his name described him perfectly. He was a light-skinned Negro and really handsome. And there he was on the field, running around with just a little pair of shorts on. Nothing else. His whole upper body and legs were glistening with sweat. He was the most beautifully built guy I’d ever seen.
“After a while I could tell he knew I was staring at him. He started to show off a little and throw little glances my way. One time he even smiled. That same slow smile the man at the construction camp had given me. Christ, my cunt started to drip like a dam had burst.
“Once he stopped right in the middle of the field, staring right at me, reached inside his shorts, and scratched his prick. He knew what I was interested in and that made me so excited my hands started to shake.
“Finally the practice session ended and all the guys left the field. When Sandy walked by me on the way to the locker room he winked. I knew right then and there that I was going to be sucking on his dick, and the sooner the better.
“I kept sitting there for about forty-five minutes. I had a book open on my lap, but I didn’t read a word. I had told myself I’d wait forty-five minutes and then head nonchalantly over past the locker room. Finally the time passed and I got my books together and started walking.
“I thought at first that the place was empty. I couldn’t hear any noise at all from inside, and just when I was about ready to leave-disappointed again-a white guy came out. He called back over his shoulder, ‘See you tomorrow, Sandy.’ Now that made me excited. There was only one Sandy in the school that I knew of, and he was still inside that locker room. I waited until the white kid was gone and then ambled past the door. It was closed. I tried to look in a window, but couldn’t see anything. I went around the corner, waiting, and then decided to give it one more try. I walked back. This time the door to the locker room was open. About six inches.
“I walked a little closer. Very slowly. I peered into the room. It was fairly dark inside, but I thought I could see the outline of a figure. I hoped like hell it was Sandy’s. I passed the door again, closer this time, and thought the hell with it. I walked right up to the door, stopped, and looked inside. There was somebody in there, and it was Sandy!
“He was sitting on a wooden bench, facing the door. He was leaning back on a locker. He had his legs spread, looking right at me, and he was naked as the day he was born. His cock was the same color as he was and it was just as beautiful. I was standing straight up, hard as a piece of steel. I could see it throbbing and jumping around even from as far away as I was standing. It wasn’t as big or as black as that first piece of meat I sucked on, but it was big enough and dark enough.
“Sandy wasn’t jacking himself off. He was just bouncing his rock-hard prick with his fingers. I figured I’d wasted enough time by then, so I just walked in. I only took enough time to ask him if it was safe. He nodded, still smiling, and I got down on my knees in front of him and took the end of his prick into my mouth.
“I sucked on his cock like I was starving and it was the last food in the world. I wanted his gobs of come so goddamned bad. I reached right away up under my skirt, pushed my panties aside and started sticking my fingers into my wet, juicy pussy.
“After taking as much of his big dick into my mouth as I could, I pulled off and started to lick it up and down. He just sat there and enjoyed it. I ran my tongue up and down the length again and again. I traced the big, throbbing veins with my tongue. My God, it was the most thrilling thing in the world. He didn’t say anything, just let out soft little moans while I worked on his prick. Damn, it just kept getting bigger and harder. I must have had six inches stuffed down my throat.
“Then he pushed me off. ‘Get up on the bench,’ he said, ‘and I’ll fuck you.’ I wasn’t about to have any of that. I shook my head fast and leaned back to his cock, but he grabbed my head. ‘Don’t like to get fucked, huh?’ he said, laughing lightly. ‘Just an old-fashioned suck freak. Okay, baby, since you like to suck meat so bad, why don’t you work on everything down there. Start on my balls.’
“I guess his telling me what to do really turned me on even more. He spread his legs farther apart and I found myself staring at his big, hairy balls. I’d never sucked a guy’s balls before; I’d never even thought of it. But if that’s what, he wanted, I’d do it. He wouldn’t have to ask me twice.
“I was a little rough at first. He had to tell me to back off. But then I got into the swing of things. I took one ball at a time and sucked gently on it. Then I’d move to the other one. I lapped on his bag, feeling his wiry hairs tickle my tongue.
“Then he really got wild. ‘You’re good with your mouth, baby,’ he said, ‘and I’ve got an asshole down there that really wants to be sucked on. Get your mouth down there.’
“He slouched down even more and I could see his puckered brown hole staring at me. I didn’t like the idea. Not at first. But I was so turned on, and he smelled so damned clean and sexy that I decided to give it a try. I leaned down and licked around his asshole. That really turned him on. He moaned like crazy. I stiffened my tongue a little and forced my way inside just a bit. We both got going then. Licking his asshole made me so excited that I came. Honest, just the thought of what I was doing was sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I could feel the pressure of a come building up in me. I stiffened my tongue even more and stuck it up inside his asshole as far as I could. I washed out his whole fucking asshole with my tongue.
“Then I felt my orgasm. It just ripped through me. I moaned and groaned as my body got the relief it was after.
“But as soon as my come was finished, the thought of licking and sucking on his asshole suddenly turned me off. Sandy must have understood because when I pulled my face away from his shit shaft and went back to his cock, he didn’t make any objections. He just sat back and enjoyed it.
“I gobbled on his cock for real this time. I wanted his jism. It didn’t take long. I took as much of his long, black prick into my mouth as I could and just sucked and sucked on it until he arched his back, moaned loudly, and started jetting his white, sticky cream into my mouth. I continued to pump with my mouth on his cock, drinking down his white fluid, until he was drained dry. He damned near had to pry my face loose from his cock.
“‘Man,’ he said. ‘You sure are one hell of a cocksucker.’
“I was sort of embarrassed by this time, and got up fast. I headed for the door, but had to come back for my books. When I did, he said, ‘Come around next Friday, baby. I’ll have a surprise for you.’
“I had no intention of going back Friday, but I did. I spent every night in-between reliving that scene in the locker room. How I licked and sucked on his cock, lapped at his balls, and even cleaned out his asshole with my tongue. Every time I thought of it, I turned to jelly. And besides, I’d see him almost every day at school, and he’d always managed to massage his prick through his pants when I was around and watching. And he kept saying, ‘See you Friday.’
“That Friday I was in my place in the stands, watching the workouts. Sandy looked up at me and grinned. The whole pattern repeated itself. The guys left the field, went to the locker room, and I waited forty-five minutes.
“When I got to the locker-room door, it was open and everything was quiet. I looked in. Sandy was sitting on the same bench, in the same position.
His cock was just as hard, just as beautiful, as the first time.
“I was so excited by what I was seeing that I completely forgot about Sandy’s ‘surprise,’ but as soon as I got down on my knees in front of him and took his cock into my mouth, I found out.
“I didn’t even hear them at first, but things happened fast. Around the corner of lockers came four of Sandy’s buddies. They were Negroes, ranging from very light to coal black, and every one of them was buck-assed naked. Their cocks were all hard and just itching to get sucked. All four of them had wise-ass looks on their faces. I knew for sure that I was in for a rough time, and I was right.
“It wouldn’t have been so bad if they had kept to the script. I like to suck cock and wouldn’t have minded sucking them off. In fact, the thought of having five big bucks to suck and lick off was really an exciting thing. But things got out of hand.
“I started out on Sandy while the other clowns stood around and grinned. But then I varied the menu. I went from cock to cock, taking as much of each of those monsters in my mouth as I could. One guy in particular had the biggest piece of meat I’ve ever seen in my life. It was beyond description. It was just huge and big and thick and black. I gobbled it in. At least as much as I could. Then I headed back to the front of the line and started in on their balls. Lick and suck. Man, I was in seventh heaven. I even went for their assholes. I was so excited I would have sucked on anything they offered to me.
“At one point two of them got as close together as they could and got their cocks pressing right up next to each other. I took them both in my mouth. My mouth was so full of cock I couldn’t suck. I didn’t have room.
“But then things started to go bad. I guess there just wasn’t enough of my mouth to go around fast enough. I’d suck one of them for a while and then go to somebody else. But that wasn’t enough. They all wanted continuous attention. And they figured I had a perfectly good hole that wasn’t having anything done to it, except what I was doing to myself with my own fingers.
“One of them pulled me away from the cock I was sucking on and made me stand up. Then, just as fast, I found myself being forced on my back on that hard bench. My skirt was up and with one pull they had my pants ripped off. I struggled and tried to get away, but two of them held me and another stuck his cock in my mouth. That kept me from yelling.
“The guy with the monster prick straddled the bench and was the first to shove his cock up into my pussy. Technically, I was a virgin. I’d never been fucked by a cock before, but I’d had a lot of things up there. Even things that were bigger than the black guy’s cock. So it wasn’t the pain that bothered me so much, although he was really rough when he shoved his whole fucking cock up into me with one lunge. I just didn’t want to get fucked. I liked to suck; I wanted to suck. But these guys had different ideas. One shoved and lunged his prick into my pussy and another turned my head to the side and face-fucked me brutally.
“At first I was angry, and then scared. But within a short time, they had me all turned on again.
“I grabbed two cocks that were standing around and jacked them off with my hands while I was being fucked both in my cunt and my mouth.
“I must have spent an hour in that locker room, taking one cock after another. They never let up on me. I had cock in my pussy and in my mouth the whole time. Balls were slamming against my ass and against my chin. Christ, it was the most exciting time I’ve ever had in my life.
“One guy asked if he could piss in my mouth. I told him, ‘Shit, no,’ but he did anyway. He stood over me, his cock still hard, and waited until he could get his piss to flow. The others held me down. Finally, a couple of drops came out, and within seconds a regular deluge was pouring down on me. He hit me in the face, all over my clothes, in my mouth. I swallowed a little. It wasn’t bad, but it really didn’t turn me on.
“Finally, it was over. All of them had come at least twice. My whole body was sore and I was a complete mess. But I had to admit that it was the most interesting afternoon I’d ever spent.
“I managed to sneak home and get changed before anybody saw the miserable condition I was in. But my troubles weren’t over. I started getting telephone calls the next day. No names, just invitations to get fucked or to suck a cock. I had the worst reputation possible. And it was my own fault. I had done things too close to home. I should have gone farther away for my kicks, even if it meant getting fewer of them.
“I made a promise that if I ever got out of this bind, I’d never do anything to put myself in the same kind of position. I’d lead a double life. That’s what I’d do.
“Luckily, the construction job was finished shortly and my father moved the whole family to a new town. The story of my availability didn’t have time to get much beyond the “boys’ and I don’t think my parents, either of them, ever got wind of it. I hope not.”
Debbie was the victim of a common phenomenon in the sexual psyche. She was obsessed with her initial sexual experience. This is a common occurrence, often closely associated with a feeling of inferiority and insecurity.
Debbie, like others who fall prey to what can only be called a sexual “perversion,” felt that since she had been successful in the completion of the sexual act with the first person she came into contact with, she was sure to be equally successful in any subsequent sexual experiences. But this surety was felt only when the same pattern was followed.
As a further explanation, we can present a parallel situation of a new bride, unfamiliar with the kitchen, whose first meal-let’s, for the sake of argument, say it was steak-was a success. Subsequently, she serves steak all the time, or as often as possible. She feels “safe” with steak. No experimenting is necessary. She is secure.
Debbie felt “safe” performing fellatio on a Negro male. She had done it once, successfully, and she knew if she followed the same pattern, she was sure of success. Tied into her case, also, was a high degree of sensuality. Debbie appreciated and wanted sex. Her basic insecurity as a human being, as illustrated by her explanation of her failure to become integrated into the youthful population of her new community, led to her acceptance of an aspect of sexuality which to us would be, of itself, unsatisfactory and unsatisfying.
A third factor in Debbie’s psychic makeup was her social consciousness. She knew what she was doing was socially abhorrent. Or at least she thought it was. The reader could ask the question why, if social consciousness was a factor in her actions, did she involve herself in such a sexual act in the first place.
The only answer to that question is to refer the reader to his own past sex life and ask him to examine his actions to see if there was anything that he had done that he would not have done if he had not been highly stimulated sexually.
Cunnilingus is often performed in the heat of passion and then regretted afterwards. Anal intercourse often results, at least the first time, from extreme stimulation, a sort of “don’t give a damn” attitude. Any man or woman who has had any sexual experience at all has experienced moments of complete abandon. Debbie was no exception.
She was, however, highly embarrassed by what she had done the minute her sexual contact was complete. In her case, that completion was the male orgasm, the spilling of his seed into her mouth. That, to her, despite having or not having an orgasm herself, was the end of the sex act. Immediately, as she stated twice, embarrassment set in. A reaction that is all but unnatural.
If there is blame to be placed in Debbie’s obsession with fellatio, and the manner of it, it might lie at the feet of Debbie’s parents and other adults who were responsible for her sexual education.
As in most other cases, the whole problem dissolves in our not fearing what we know. If Debbie had had some reasonable sexual education, had known what to expect and been given a reasonable means of adjusting to new and unfamiliar situations, her addictive sexual obsession might never [original text cut off in mid-sentence at this point]
Maxine Davis, in her Sexual Responsibility of Woman, makes the following ambiguous statements :
The subject of sex is no longer a conglomeration of facts concerning which woman is expected to profess ignorance. It is discussed freely, without circumspection. Parents supply the modern girl with books and pamphlets carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of her growth from childhood to womanhood.
Perhaps there is a clue to Debbie’s actions in that statement. Suppose Debbie’s parents were the “enlightened” type and they did supply Debbie with “books and pamphlets carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of her growth from childhood to womanhood.” The result might have been an awareness of sex, which Debbie most certainly did have-note her reaction to seeing the Negro male penis for the first time-but also a fear of failure, since these highly touted “books and pamphlets” are merely clinical facts with no emotional substance.
Again, to give a parallel situation, perhaps a young person is given a detailed book on how to dive from a high board. The youngster devours the book and learns all the procedures; how to stand, how to arch the back, how to land, etc. And then one day, for the first time in his life, the young person is confronted with a high diving board. He can see it, touch it, and walk on it. He also has all the facts about how to successfully execute a high dive. Will he be able to accomplish a successful dive? It’s doubtful.
Debbie was in the same situation. She obviously was aware of sex and it interested her. Where she got her information, and whether it was accurate or not, is not known. However, we can assume that she did have some information.
In the vernacular, Debbie tried the “three-foot board” first, and her efforts resulted in success. She had the personality that made her stick with that success, and perhaps even with her knowing all the facts that would have allowed her to attain the higher success-in her actual case a healthy, accepting attitude toward sex and love-she decided to stick with the “three-foot board.”
That’s where Miss Davis’s highly praised “books and pamphlets” fail. In some personalities, they do little except create fear.
Margaret Mead in her article, “One Aspect of Male and Female”-in Fairchild’s anthology, The Way of Woman-wrote what may bear great relevance on Debbie’s case: “The crucial time for the acceptance of the girl’s femininity is in adolescence. Normally the girl moves through adolescence pleased with becoming a woman….”
Unfortunately, in Debbie’s case, she was content with fellatio. She was a “cocksucker.”
“The experience with Sandy and his friends really knocked me for a loop. It put me on the sexual shelf for almost four years. All I had during that time was my hand, my memories, and my imagination. But I made the most of those.
“I used to watch Negro men, however, all the time. And not their faces. I’d find myself staring at their cocks. But only through their pants. The experience with Sandy had scared me too much to pursue anything, although I think I could have made contacts any number of times.
“But I knew I had to keep my reputation, and for those four years we lived in nothing but small towns. Even smaller than the one where I had run into Sandy. So I didn’t allow myself to do anything.
“But then I headed away from home to college, and man, did things change.
“I suddenly found myself on my own, for the first time in my life, and in a big city, where there wasn’t any problem at all about being discreet. All you had to do was drive a few miles to a different neighborhood and nobody knew, nor cared, who you were.
“But first, of course, I had other things to take care of, although I always had in the back of my mind the anticipation of going out and finding some big black dick to suck.
“What with the expensive clothes I was wearing, and driving my own car-a new one-I almost immediately got the reputation of being a ‘rich bitch,’ which I guess I was, so I had no trouble joining the rich “bitches” sorority. They weren’t a bad group of girls, but they were so goddamned phony. They acted like they didn’t have cunts, or mouths. All they did was talk about sex; they never did anything about it. But in order to stay in good graces, you had to follow the set pattern, so I did. I talked about the fancy parties I went to, and how this and that boy tried to ‘make’ me. All the time I was champing at the bit to find myself a black tube of meat to lick.
“Finally, I couldn’t take the phony life anymore. Or at least I had to take a break from it. I wasn’t about to give it up, just take a vacation. That’s what most Americans do, you know. Live the phony life, wanting like hell to be doing something else. I’m the same way, and I’ll probably stay that way. No use bucking the system.
“Anyway, I asked quietly around campus about the Negro sections of town. Actually, there was a large predominantly Negro part of town near the campus, just about ten minutes’ drive away. I made my plan and one Friday night, I sneaked on some beat-up clothes, snuck out to my car, and headed for the black section of town. All during the drive, my stomach was in knots. I was so excited I was sure my pussy was wetting my skirt down. But I didn’t care. This was the first time in almost four years, and I was going to make the most of it.
“It was still a little light when I got to the section I wanted. I was getting more and more excited. I drove up and down the streets, just looking at the male attractions. There were a lot of them, but most of the males on the street were of the very young variety. Like maybe six. That was a little too much even for me. Of course, there were a couple of older men, but they didn’t really turn me on.
“And then I drove past a branch of the YMCA. It was on a corner and the building had a large veranda-type porch running on two sides. The veranda was ‘filled’ with cock. Just the right age and kind. I parked the car and just stared at the place. The problem now was how to approach.
“There was a parking lot on one side of the building, lit up, but not brightly. I waited until it was totally dark and then pulled my car into the lot, about halfway back.
“I pulled open a couple of buttons on my sweater, letting my tits more than half hang out. Then I pulled my skirt even higher up on my thighs. My goddamned pussy was just about standing up and waving a flag. If somebody came along and didn’t get the idea of what I was after, then he’d be one dumb bunny. I sure was giving all the hints I could.
“Finally, I turned on the overhead light in the station wagon. I picked up a paperbound book to hold, just in case somebody like a lot attendant came along. Or a cop. But that didn’t end up being a problem.
“I sat there for maybe fifteen minutes. I was getting hotter by the second with just the anticipation. I had my fist jammed up my cunt, working on my self feverishly. But I wouldn’t let myself have an orgasm. I wanted to save that for later.
“At the end of the fifteen minutes, a Negro finally came into the lot. As luck would have it, his car was right next to mine. As luck would not have it, he wasn’t anything to get excited about. About sixty; very distinguished looking. Probably ran the YMCA, or something like that. He stared at me for a short while, probably just wondering what I was doing there. I don’t think he had any visions of having his cock licked.
“And then I hit the jackpot. I didn’t even hear the guy until he was almost right next to me. A young guy, dressed to the gills. He stared right into the car. I didn’t even have time to take my fingers out of my cunt. His face split into a wide grin.
“‘Hey, little girl,’ he said. ‘You come down here to get yourself fucked, did you?’ He laughed lightly. I looked up at him, embarrassed as hell but still turned on by what he was saying.
“‘Too bad, baby,’ he continued. ‘I got myself all set up with a nice little black pussy for the night. But I’ll be glad to go back and tell some of the brothers. A lot of them ain’t got a thing to do tonight, and I think they’d like to stick their pricks into something like you.’
“I looked up. I realized my face was burning, but I was determined to go through with it. ‘Yes,’ I said as evenly as I could, ‘why don’t you go tell some of the brothers.’
“Without saying anything more, the guy turned around and walked back to the YMCA. He. whistled happily until he was out of earshot. Nbw I was really excited.
“The guy was back in just a few minutes. He walked over to the car window. ‘Turn out that light there, baby,’ he said, ‘and stretch your funky little body out in the back of this here monster. You’re about to have one visitor after another until you’re ready to cry uncle. And if you can hold out, I’ll be back about two o’clock. If I’ve got any more cock to give by that time, I’ll throw a fuck your way myself.’
“Then he headed for his car, got into it, and pulled out of the lot.
“I thought about doing what he suggested. The back seat of the station wagon was down, giving me a fairly good-sized working area, if that’s what you would call it.
“I turned off the light inside the car and slipped over the back of the front seat. I sat there in the corner, sort of huddled, waiting. I didn’t have long to wait.
“Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, there were two dark faces at the front car window, looking and grinning at me. ‘You the available pussy?’ one of them asked.
“I shook my head. I knew I had to set the record straight right away or I’d have a repeat of the scene with Sandy, which I didn’t want. ‘No,’ I said emphatically, ‘I want to suck.’ Just as simple as that; I amazed even myself when I heard myself saying the words.
“‘Holy Christ,’ one of them said. ‘We’ve got a real live wire. Move over, babe, you are about to get your first piece of dark meat for the night. Watch out for us, will you, Carl?’
“His friend nodded while the first guy got into the car through the back seat. He lay down on his back, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his giant prick. It flopped down along his thigh. Then he put his hands under his head and settled back. ‘Suck away, baby-doll. I’m ready if you are.’
“I got up on my knees, over him. I was trembling so hard I could barely move. I pulled on his cock, feeling it surge against my hand. Then I eased his balls out of his trousers. I slowly lowered my head, taking the tip of his cock inside my mouth, licking it, sucking on it hard. He groaned and started to grind his hips up toward my face. ‘Take it all, baby,’ he urged. I took as much as I could. I licked and sucked, then moved to his balls. I took them in my mouth, washed them, then went back to his cock. Up and down, in and out of my mouth. I worked on that cock until I got most of it inside me. I could feel his pubic hairs brushing against my nose.
“His friend wasn’t standing guard any more than I was. He was peering into the car, a glazed look on his face. He couldn’t wait to get into the car and take his turn at being sucked.
“His buddy, still on his back, but now holding my head down tight on his cock, suddenly arched his back, and with a long, low moan shot what seemed like gallons of come into my mouth. I gobbled it down. Finally, I thought, I’m getting my kicks. Finally.
“The bit lasted for a couple of hours. My jaws were sore, tired. Nobody tried anything funny. They were all content with their suck jobs.
“I’ve been at it now for a couple of weeks. Whenever I get the urge, I head over to the YMCA.
Luckily, nothing has happened that I didn’t want to. But I know my luck won’t hold out. Some night some punk will get the smart idea that my pussy is better than my mouth. There’ll probably be a gang rape, just like there was with Sandy back in high school.
“But I guess those are the chances you take when you want something like black dicks to suck and you don’t want the world to know about it. I’ve gotten so paranoid about secrecy that I even drive way out of my way to get home. Just in case somebody tried to follow me and find out where I live.
“But, whatever the dangers, I think I’ll keep it up. Sucking on those monster black cocks is the most exciting thing I do, and I don’t think I could do without them. I’m a real suck freak; a real black-cock suck freak. And I’m willing to admit it, but only to myself.
“And as for the possibility of someday having it put to me by a bunch of guys who want more than a suck-what the hell, I may be looking forward to it.”