Chapter 6
Jim didn't call me that day. When Anna came home she found me in a dreadful mood. She kept her distance and just tried to please me in every way possible without intruding. Evening came, still no word from him. I sat in front if the TV set and fumed to myself. He had betrayed me! We went to bed in silence. Anna saw that there was no point in talking to me, so she turned over and went to sleep. I lay wide awake on the other side of the wall which came between me and my lover.
The decision came upon me out of nowhere. If Jim wouldn't call on me I'd call on him! Anything was better than spending another long, miserable night without him. Anna was snoring softly so I snuck out of bed, put on the robe, and went out into the hallway to knock on his door. No answer. But I was sure he was home! I knocked louder, more insistently, there were tears running down my face, I had to see him and right away! I had to bang on the door before he would open up, and as soon as the door was ajar I threw my weight against it and crashed into his apartment. Everything was in darkness. Jim muttered obscenities and flicked on the lights. He was naked and angry and there was someone in his bed.
"Who is that!" I yelled, pointing at the bundle of blankets. "Why haven't you called me! I've been waiting all day and all night and now I find you're sleeping with someone else! You bastard!"
"That's my little brother-" Jim said wearily. "He came by yesterday afternoon and that's why I didn't call you. That's the truth, baby."
"Oh sure." I walked over to the bed and pulled at the blankets until a boy emerged from them. He was about fifteen and he looked a little like Jim, so I accepted that he was his brother. Still, I resented him for being in the way and I gave him such a dirty look that he pulled the covers back over his face.
"Come on out, Jerry, let the lady see you," said Jim. He had relaxed now and seated himself on the foot of the bed. "Stand up, show yourself off to her."
"But I don't have any clothes on, Jimmy!"
"Never mind, nor has she, under that robe." The boy stood up shyly, his hands placed in front of his dick, and in spite of my bad mood I felt a rush at the sight of his loveliness. It seemed odd to me to think in such terms but he was lovely. His body hadn't filled out yet, it was slender and a little awkward, but his skin was flawless, and those blue eyes of his had lashes that made me envious! Dark hair cascaded over his forehead, down his temples and down to his shoulders, and when he pushed a lock out of the way I could see his little dick, so pink and cute that it made my mouth water. He had as little hair around his pubic area as I did, less even, and suddenly I found it very hard to be angry with him.
"Jerry is still a virgin," Jim said matter-of-factly, Perhaps we can solve his problem tonight?"
"Huh? Oh sure, yes, I guess so," I said, still entranced by the beautiful young boy. He was only a year or two younger than me but it seemed to make such an enormous difference now. I'd been through the mill in the past two weeks, I had grown up in a hurry. But Jerry glowed with innocence. He sat back down and watched as I took off my robe. Yes, that was fine with me. If that young boy wanted to know what women were like I would be happy to let him find out. I shivered at the thought of being explored by his hands, of having him pry in all the nooks and crannies of my body, and of being the butt of his bottled-up lust. Besides that, it might make Jim like me more and perhaps he wouldn't be so thoughtless toward me after that.
"Let him touch you," said Jim. "Go on, Jerry, look her over, see how you like her." The boy was very shy but he was also eager. He moved toward me and looked into my eyes to see if I approved, and when I nodded he took my breasts into his hands and squeezed them carefully, as if he were afraid they would come off, but he lost his shyness pretty quickly. He found that my breasts were fixed in place and that made him squeeze me all the more boldly. I liked that but he tended to cause me pain with his I'll-modulated passions. At first he concentrated entirely on my tits, kissing them and nestling between them, playing baby, and he made me feel quite maternal for a time.
Now he moved on. His cock stood up hard and pulsing, a pink version of an adult cock, and again its cuteness infected me with an urgent desire to suck him off! Instead I ran a solitary finger along its stiffness and let him go his way. He had taken my cunt in-hand and squeezed it appreciatively. He not only wanted to feel it, he wanted to see it, too, and so he asked me to he on my back and spread my legs so he could play doctor. That wasn't the way he put it but that's certainly how I felt. He probed and pried without any sense of method. Jerry had so much to learn, I thought, directing his finger to my clitoris and instructing him to rub that spot. "That's what women like," I told him. 'If you rub them there, they're yours to keep."
"Really?" He started to rub my clit too hard and I slowed him down a little until he was doing it just the way I wanted. Now I was beginning to have real fun. Just the idea of lying on Jim's bed and having his younger brother masturbating me, was enough to push me into a patch of orgasmic turbulence.
"That's very good," I told him, my voice strained now. "Oh yes, my darling, rub me right there! And start licking my pussy a little on the same spot, see how you like that."
"Never mind about all that shit!" Jim's voice cut through my reverie. "You just go ahead and explore, Jerry, don't listen to her."
"But it's important that he knows stuff like that!" I protested.
"It's important to you, not to him. Go on, Jerry, fuck her, stick your thing in her and go for your life." The only way I could interpret his interference was that he was getting jealous, and that cheered me up. But still, it was very peculiar that he didn't want his brother to learn how to please women. The boy obeyed him at once and clambered on top of me, his body taut with eagerness and virility, and I got this feeling that a time bomb was being inserted into my cunt. His little dick slipped in easily and it felt comfortable inside, no strain, no real pressure. I wrapped my arms about him and steadied him as he began to fuck me furiously. "Take it easy, I whispered so Jim wouldn't hear, "just go nice and slow feel what you're doing to me, experience every stroke, that's the boy, yes, that's excellent. Push it right in, all the way, far as you can. Oh yes, Jerry, that's beautiful!"
He followed my instructions as well as he could but eventually the urgency of the act got the better of him and he began picking up speed again. In and out, fast as a jackrabbit, panting, exclaiming "Wow!" now and then as the excitement got the upper hand. All I could do was hang onto his flexing buns and try to steer him into the center. He came but that didn't stop him. Jim told him to take a break and still he fucked on. Fifteen years of virility fell due and I was the collector. He didn't have the skill or the rhythm to get me too high but I was happy to be where I was, and to make the time pass even more interestingly I began to experiment on him. I squeezed his buttocks and caressed the muscular bulges under his smooth skin, I pulled his buns apart and ran a finger along the valley between them, teasing his asshole a little and wondering what would happen if I were to finger him there.
The boy seemed to like my fiddling around down there, so I decided to give it a try. I expected his asshole to be as resistant as mine and that the sphincters would tighten against all intruders. But when the tip of my finger touched him there I felt something smooth and oily, and at the first push his anus opened easily to admit my entire finger! I couldn't work that out at all. Was he born different from me? Or perhaps all men were loose. I moved my finger about inside him and it was so oily and slick there, just like my cunt when it was really hot, even more so actually. Jerry was groaning and wiggling his ass so that his cock moved about in my pussy like a bell's clapper. That was nice for me and good for him, so I kept on fingerfucking him with two fingers, shoving them in and out just as he pushed his dick in me and withdrew it for the next launching. How could he be so juicy back there? The question reverberated through my mind until other, more interesting matters displaced it for the time being. Jerry was moving so fast and erratically that I began to feel like coming but couldn't quite make it. My climax came close to me and just as I reached for it, it slipped out of reach. I couldn't depend on Jerry to make the right moves and for that reason I couldn't trust him, couldn't relax enough to let go.
Only when he had shot his second load and lay on top of me panting and sweating, with his cock throbbing deep inside me, did I get a chance. Two fingers fucked his asshole, causing enough motion to keep my pussy aquiver. He felt so smooth against me, so sexy, that it was almost like fucking a cross between Anna and Jim. I closed my eyes and let my fantasies roam where they wanted to, working myself up to fever-pitch, and just before his cock shrunk away I came and came and came! Very silently, though. I didn't want Jim to interfere with what I was doing. . "Oh boy!" I said, when the last, echo of passion had died away. "That was something, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was great!" said Jerry. He shook his head to clear it of the little doze he'd had, and rolled off me. "Thanks, Jimmy, that was super!"
Hair stuck to my forehead. I brushed it away and in doing so my hand passed near enough to my nose for it to pick up on a familiar smell. Covertly I took another sniff. There was the strong smell of the boy's ass, stifling, sweaty, like wet soil; and the familiar smell, something like wheat germ. What the hell was it? Mixed in with those two was the clearly recognizable scent of baby oil, but what was the other one? Of course! It was sperm. Now how did sperm get in the boy's asshole? That was the question that stumped me. He was Jim's brother, so it wouldn't be anything strange they might have done. Perhaps the boy had had a wet dream. Yes, that was it. I'd heard about wet dreams from a friend of mine who had told me boys come in the middle of the night without using their hands or anything. Yes, of course.
"Now for the main course," said Jim. He was hard now and he came toward me with his intentions all too clear. "Get ready, baby, if you liked Jerry you're going to love this." I wasn't sure if I was ready for him but I welcomed him with open arms anyway. His cock slipped in easily because my pussy was filled with his brother's sperm, and when he fucked me it didn't feel all that different in terms of size. But I was so happy to have Jim in my arms again that nothing else mattered: He liked me, he liked me! He was fucking me so well, too, putting his cock in from all angles, driving it right up me and giving it that extra little shove that made his pubic bone gnash into my clitoris. Jerry sat on the bed beside us and watched closely. If he'd had a pad and pencil he would have been taking notes. I placed my hand on his soft little dick and squeezed it fondly. This was true happiness!
A knock on the door hardly registered with me. Jerry got up to open the door and it never occurred to me to caution him. Jim thought of it but it was too late. "Don't open-" I heard him yell, just as Anna burst into the apartment.
"You bastard!" Anna came toward us with one fist balled, ready to strike. I thought she was coming at me and quickly scrambled out from under Jim to head for the furthest corner in the room. But it was Jim she wanted. He jumped up and got ready to meet her attack. Strong as she was, she couldn't bluff him. She stopped a few feet away from him and dropped her fist, only to swing her tongue into action. "You had to seduce my little girl, didn't you? You couldn't leave us alone. You're nothing but a vicious faggot!"
"Get out of here you fat bitch!" Jim said coldly. "She wanted it and she got it. Why should that matter to you?"
"Because she's miner wailed Anna. How old she looked to me now, how pathetic. I couldn't go to bed with her again. There were tears on her face, her eyes were red and her hair was all over the place. She had on-an old bathrobe and it hung open to show one of her large tits, with the nipple pointing straight at the floor. Jerry stood some distance away from her and it was impossible not to contrast the boy's beauty with Anna's lack of it. How could I have liked her in the first place? "And now you've ruined it between us!"
"So what!" Jim looked at me, then at Jerry with a sneer. "What can you do for her, anyway?"
"Whatever it was, sonny, your mother sure liked it!" Anna shot that one in with icy calm, and now it was Jim's turn to crumble.
"You dirty fucking bitch!" he fumed, rushing at her. "Get the fuck outta here before I throw you out!" He grabbed her by the waist and tried to bodily push her out of the apartment. But Anna pushed him away and made her last stand.
"Don't bother coming back, bitch," she told me. "You'll find your clothes in the hallway. You're on your own again." I didn't say anything. She had made Jim look bad for a minute and that bothered me. I wanted my images to remain whole! She walked out and slammed the door after herself, and I realized that I was at Jim's mercy. He knew it, too.
"Now you're on my shoulders," he said with a touch of bitterness. "Don't worry, Donna, I won't throw you out. Not as long as you do as you're told, anyway. Now come to bed and let's get some sleep. Jerry has to get up early."
I fell asleep on one side of him and Jerry on the other. Jim lay in between us on his back, hands behind his head, basking in his popularity. My sleep was anything but untroubled. I had to get some money! That was foremost on my mind. Without money I was Jim's slave and I didn't trust him with my life. In fact, I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him, and yet that was probably the reason why I was so crazy about him.
In the morning he was civil enough to bring in the clothes Anna had left in the corridor. He dumped them in a corner of his apartment and took Jerry to the bus station. "Tidy up a bit while I'm gone." he said in parting, "and see what you can get together for breakfast." That was easier said than done. His kitchen was a mockery of everything culinary. The mess was immense and deep-rooted. I would have to begin with the floorboards and work my way up. First I collected all the dirty laundry, shoving it into a big linen bag. Then garbage, old magazines, newspapers, anything that didn't look useful went into a plastic bag. Once that was done the apartment didn't look cleaner, just bare. Apart from his paints and canvases, and that musty bunch of mattresses, he really didn't own anything. As for his larder, all it contained were cans of peas. I began to long for Anna's opulence, the comfort of her apartment, and her color TV. The one Jim owned was an old black and white one that had a contracted picture. I turned it on to a game show for company and worked on.
He came back an hour later with some eggs and bread, which he gave me as if I could do anything with them. "Let's see, peas, eggs, and bread," I said, "that ought to make quite a meal. Now how do you want your peas, deep fried or raw?" There was only one pan in his kitchen and that was for frying.
"What?" Jim looked at me with anger in his eyes. "How do I know, bitch! I said to have breakfast ready, didn't I? Well, where the fuck is it? I'm hungry!"
"But Jim, it's impossible-"
"Bullshit!" He slapped me once, twice, stinging blows that brought the tears to my eyes. "You're living off me now and I want you to earn your way. I don't want to come home to hear you bitching! Give me those fucking eggs, go on, get out of my way." He stormed into the kitchen and fixed himself an omelet. He ate it in front of me and when he was done he asked, "Hungry, dear? Well, why don't you fry some peas and put them on bread?"
"That's not fair!" I cried. "Why should you treat me this way? I'd do anything for you as long as you treat me like a human being."
"You're not a human being. You're a cunt on legs. Now take off your clothes, cunt, and show it to me. Quick or I'll slap you about some more." I hated pain more than anything so I took off my clothes and he made me stand beside him with my belly pushing out and my cunt within his reach. "That's better. That's what you are, right there, the sum total of your existence." As he spoke he pushed his finger into my cunt and moved it in and out to accentuate his meaning. He kept it up me and looked me right in the eyes. "Are we agreed? Are you a cunt?"
I didn't answer him, too angry to speak. But then he took my labia between his thumb and the finger inside my cunt, and squeezed it so hard that I cried, "Ouch! Yes, yes, we're agreed! Just don't hurt me!" "Tell me you're a cunt."
"I'm a cunt. OOOOWWWWWWCCCHHHHH!! TM A CUNT, JIM, I'M NOTHING BUT A CUNT. don't HURT ME!!"
"That's right, a big pussy." He took his hand away from me and fit up his pipe. "Now suck my dick and be quick about it. I'm going to time you and if you don't get me off within five minutes I'm going to punish you." I resented his cold, authoritative tone but at least this was a task I'd enjoy carrying out. Quick as a wink I was under the table undoing his pants and I popped his cock into my mouth to suck and lick it. When his dick was in my mouth I could forget my miserable circumstances. And there under the table, with a cheap plastic tablecloth to shelter me from the world, I could let my fantasies range widely. "Come on, slut, suck it!" I heard him say irritably. His cock was hard now, so I knew I was doing all right. But he wanted to come in a hurry, so I grabbed hold of the base of his cock and started to jerk him off while I sucked. The master didn't like that. He slapped my hand away and ordered me to do it orally only.
I tried my best. His whole cock went into my mouth so that his knob lodged in between my throat muscles, and I regulated my breathing so well that I was actually able to use those muscles for his pleasure. My lips pursed tightly around his stalk and moved the skin just the way he liked it, and now and then I drew right back to nibble on his knob with my lips covering the edges of my teeth. It was my best blow job to date and I couldn't understand why he wouldn't come. I sweated under that table, I licked his balls and rubbed his knob with my cheeks, I swallowed him whole and invited him, no begged him, to come in my mouth, but he just remained hard.
"Time's up," he said. He got off the chair and dragged me from under the table. "Now collect your punishment. I knew you were useless but I didn't know how useless. Jerry should have given you a few lessons. Now bend over the table and don't break that dish. It's the only one I've got, so it's more valuable than you are."
I made a place for myself on the plastic table cloth and lay so that I had to look right at his egg-stained plate. It was green and made of plastic, revolting by itself and even more so now that the yellow was coagulating. Jim stood behind me and I had no idea what he had in mind. He wanted to hurt me. Well, let him. His anger couldn't go on forever. A finger pushed its way into my asshole brutally, giving me no time to adjust. I clenched my fists and set my teeth. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing me cry out for mercy. Let rum do his worst!
That finger pushed in deeper and deeper as his other hand pulled my cheeks apart. Flesh and muscle stretched painfully. Was he going to spank me? I thought of his belt and cringed. It had a big, mean-looking buckle on it and I could see his using it on me. Oh God, no, anything but that! My mind slipped out of the present and into that period when Ted and I had made love under the trees and the big blue sky. Ted would never put me into this situation. He was kind, dumb, and generous. Oh Ted, Ted, Ted, if I ever get out of here I'll go straight home to you, I vowed. There were two fingers up my ass now. It was sort of embarrassing to have him touching me there but if he didn't mind, I could stand it.
As if he had read my thoughts, he pulled his fingers out. Now what? I wanted to turn around to see what he was up to, but I heard him undo his belt and that scared me so much that I was paralyzed. Other sounds followed but I couldn't place them. I lay on that wobbly kitchen table and held my breath, praying that I could take the pain. Then something pushed at my asshole again. Surely not! No! I heard Jim grunt and the pressure on my asshole increased alarmingly. He wouldn't!
"Open up, bitch!" he grunted. "You're going to get it right up the ass, and if you relax you might enjoy it, but if you get tense you're really going to suffer."
"Please, Jim, don't!" I wailed. My firm resolution was in smithereens. "That's going to hurt too much. Beat me, do anything to me, but not that!" He just laughed and pushed on. My asshole caught on fire from the friction and the flames threatened to consume all of me. I began to cry and I even tried to escape. That got him started. He slapped my ass over and over, hard blows that echoed through the apartment. But the pain he caused me balanced out the pain of anal penetration, and somehow that made both pains bearable. I cried out, of course, and real tears dripped down on the plastic tablecloth, but the real agony had been blunted.
His cock moved into my asshole like a shell to big for the breach. There was a lot of friction between his skin and mine and if he hadn't been slapping my ass so hard the pain would have been intolerable. As it was his violation of me was spread thin. Pain flooded my body but that was better than having it concentrated on that one tiny area. He grunted with the effort of trying to rape my asshole and beating my ass at the same time but he didn't miss a beat Both hands slapped my cheeks until they must have been red as beets and his cock thumped into the internal resistance like a mechanical pile driver. Nothing could stop him, least of all me, and so I tried to regulate my breathing the way I'd done while sucking him off. If I could only relax perhaps everything would be alright. As his abuse of me had a certain rhythm to it he allowed me to get myself together again, and then I concentrated only on my breathing. Take it easy, in, out, relax, in, out, think of your lungs, in, out. And then the pain wasn't so terrible anymore. My ass burned but that wasn't necessarily bad. His cock was halfway up me and it felt as though he had shoved half of my flesh into the pit along with his cock. But why should that bother me? He was making love to me in his own way.
"Yes, darling, yesssss!" I groaned, cocking my ass up at him to make his task a little easier. "Make love to me, slap me, hit me, fuck me, I'm all yours!" I felt so at ease now that I was almost drowsy. "Oh, shove it into me, it's so big and hard, fuck me Jim, yes, right in!" He stopped everything for a moment, obviously puzzled. But his own lust drove him on. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of my ass and his cock inched up me like a nail into wood. Even that changed after a while. My muscles either snapped or gave up their struggle to keep him out. The impulse to shit died away. And quite unexpectedly, the presence of his dick up my ass created the most violent thrills I'd ever experienced!
Now it didn't matter what he did to me. Everything was beautiful! I groaned, pleaded with him to fuck me harder, I clutched at the edges of the ricketty kitchen table and spread my legs as wide as I could, offering his ass up to him to do with as he pleased. I begged him to spank me some more, to fuck harder, and he did his best to keep up with me. But just as suddenly as before, he lost patience with me. He grabbed my hair and snapped my head back so hard "that I thought he'd broken my neck. "Shut up, you lecherous tart!" he hissed. "Keep your mouth shut and he there like a lump of flesh. That's all I want from you, understand! You're a hole, and holes get fucked."
Anything, anything! Just don't stop, I thought. So I kept my mouth shut and lay on the table like I wasn't really alive, and inwardly enjoyed his rough, brutal fucking. His whole cock was up my ass, chafing me into pure ecstasy, pure as fire and much more intense. I lost count of the orgasms that wracked me and I didn't know how to disguise them. They exploded deep in my belly and the blast was channeled off through my pores, found a vent in my mind, and expressed itself in whispered exclamations. I felt like a sieve with ecstasy blowing out of every hole, and Jim thought I was merely lying there. The poor man. If only he knew.
Still, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Drops of sweat fell on my back, his fingers had painful strength as they dug into the flesh of my ass, and his odd grunting told me that he was very close to coming. I did my best to relax my asshole as much as possible so he'd last a little longer. It was to glorious for the human mind, too much happening at once, and when he did finish I just kept soaring!
I took the slender dildo that was fixed to a long, flexible handle, and greased the tip up a little while I was still in mid-fantasy. Thelma was downstairs singing a Negro spiritual while she worked, and I knew she did that to shame me. But right then I wasn't accessible to liberal pangs of conscience. My asshole throbbed with the recollection of that wonderful first time and to relieve the moment in full I had to have something up there. I liked my anal dildo. It had served me well in this all-too-quiet bed. There were nights when Ted was fast asleep next to me, and I'd belabor myself with the anal dildo for the sake of being dirty in his presence. That would get me off but usually I liked to apply it in conjunction with the bigger gavinal dildo that had the clitoris tickler attached to it. When those two were jammed deep into my body I experienced the bliss of total oblivion.
But the anal dildo would do for today. I pushed a pillow up under my ass and parted my legs so I could get at that little rosebud. The greased tip slipped inside without trouble and the rest followed easily. I was too ready for penetration there to need , lubrication. Ted would never fuck me in the back passage. I was lucky to get it in the missionary position. But when a woman's been through the mill she knows how to make up for those little deficiencies. I grabbed hold of the long handle and began to work it in and out of my ass, pushing it in as deep as it would go and then moving it up and down with short jabs that were bound to aggravate the gland within me. Ah, yes, that was how it had felt, ecstasy wrapped in a thin sliver of bright pains.
Too bad Jim had been such a bastard, I thought. I could have taken a long anal affair with him, nightly ravages that would have left my sphincters feeling like a rubber tire that's been left in the sun too long. But it wasn't to be. Jim didn't care for women because he couldn't handle them. I could see that from my comfortable hindsight vantage point, and I could go on to speculate that all gay men were gay precisely because they weren't tough enough to cope with the wiles and whims of women.
Days and nights had gone by during which I slaved to change his mind about me. I cleaned his apartment up until even his dirty paint brushes gleamed. And when he ran out of money I decided to take his advice and to hit the streets. Anything to make him prefer me over that boy. I grinned wryly and worked the anal dildo in harder to soften the memories of that dreadful time. Yes, he'd controlled me during those days, but not like a man would. Jim was physically stronger than me and that was all he had over me. A man, now, never resorts to that congenital edge. No, he takes the lead because it belongs to him; and he knows all along that it takes two to tango.
But that was something I had to find out later. While I was with Jim I thought he represented all men, and that my Uncle Arnie would have treated me the same way had we stayed together long enough. He started talking about my going out on the streets after the second or third day after I had moved in with him, and on the fourth, when we were down to our last can of peas, I agreed to do it.
It was a warm day and I had on a little top and short-shorts, with high-heeled shoes that Jim had dug out of a corner of his closet. I felt silly. There was lipstick all over my mouth and I had on false eye-lashes. What Jim had these things for, I didn't know, but he said all the girls wore them when they were soliciting and that was good enough for me. Even though it was warm out, I was in a cold sweat. I stood on a corner and looked at the passing men, wondering if I should go up to them and explain that we needed money. Perhaps I could do a little panhandling like the long-haired people further up the street? Jim would never know. He had gone out for the day so I could use the apartment, and if I had money when he returned wouldn't he be satisfied?
My indecision was cut short by the approach of a middle-aged man who asked me if I was looking to date. He wasn't too repulsive, and he offered me twenty dollars as soon as he saw me hesitate, so I said sure. I took him up to the apartment and locked the door after us, then faced him and waited for him to tell me what to do. The man didn't say anything. He came up to me and took me into his arms to squeeze my ass and fondle my tits. He had garlic on his breath and his hands were very big and hairy. My clothes came off but he wouldn't take his own off. He just unzipped his pants and took out a big, hard cock, and then he pushed me down on my knees and shoved it into my mouth. I had to suck it and like it, so I closed my eyes and pretended it was Jim's cock. But he moved differently. He had paid his money and now he felt he could do what he wanted to me. In a way he was right but it was very hard for me to be philosophical about it when he was trying to jam his big knob down my throat.
"Come on, girlie," he said, sneering down at me. "Can't you suck cock yet? What the hell can you do if you can't suck cock? Shit." I did my level best, breathing properly and grabbing hold of his stiff stalk so I could control its motion to some extent, and-pretty soon I held him between my throat muscles, contracting them around his knob, moving back off for a big breath, and going right back down on him.
"That's better," , he said, giving me a stamp of approval. His hands clamped against my temples and he bent his knees slightly to give himself more thrust. In and out, that big cock pushing its way into my face as though it were an old whore's cunt, and he was breathing heavily and sweating while I was cold as ice. He didn't care but I did. What was the fun in doing this? I opened one orifice for him to stick his dick in, he gave me twenty bucks, and he went away satisfied. This man, I thought, was a pervert!
He came with a gush of hot cream but instead of letting me drink it up he blurted it ah over my face, and chortled happily when he saw me dripping with the stuff. Then he zipped himself up and walked out of the apartment. I washed myself all over and thought about going back on the streets. Perhaps the next guy would be more humane. But if a man were a good lover why would he need to pay a woman to spread 'em? Besides, twenty dollars was enough for one day. Tomorrow I'd give it another shot. He had given me two tens and I secreted one of the bills away just in case. That wasn't much but it was a whole lot better than nothing. Jim might just kick me out and then what?
It was a wise decision. That evening Jim came back with an older man and without saying a word to me, he and the man went to bed together and started to make out right in front of me. That was the last straw as far as I was concerned. They had thrown their clothes on the floor and when they were completely preoccupied with each other I went through their pockets. The stranger had a thick wal let bulging with money and credit cards. I took everything, even the change, and stole out of the apartment just as they were coming to a climax. I would have worked the streets for Jim, I would have put up with his meanness and his spanking. But not this, no sir, I wasn't about to compete with men for his favors.