Chapter 1
Now it's no secret that a serious stage actress in New York spends more time between jobs than in shows. Why should I be different? Calls for chorus parts even had reached an all time low. The trade papers seemed to get thinner every week. Money was tight, no new shows, my dresses were getting looser, and the due date for my next rent check was getting closer.
It all spelled bad news for any year, and I combed the want ads for some temporary work to get me through the late winter doldrums. It looked like a bleak few months of office temporary jobs when I read a small squib about the Census Bureau recruiting census takers. "Why not?" I decided and trotted my trim little butt down to the Federal Building to take a simple test.
It was not the first time I had been in the employ of Uncle Sam, although the dear fellow had no record of my involvement the first time. I spent my early years being brought up on Army posts, from Alaska to Japan. Daddy had just made colonel when I turned fourteen and his trusted corporal, Spike Reynolds, was also promoted to sergeant.
Spike was a lonely enlisted man from a small town in North Carolina freezing his rocks off in Juneau, Alaska, and he came around our cottage one afternoon looking for daddy.
"The colonel's gone to Hawaii for the weekend," I told the shivering sergeant.
A WAC lieutenant was supposed to be in charge of me while pops was away, but she was across town screwing around with a marine and I was all alone at home.
"Wanna come in and warm up?" I offered.
A funny look came into his eye, but I had known Spike for two years and felt completely at home with him.
"Sure, Sammy," he said.
I winced at the nick-name and held the door only half-open.
"You can if you call me by my real name. It's Samantha," I bargained.
"Samantha it is," he said without hesitation. "You sure are growin' up."
I colored at that and wondered if I looked as feminine as I was feeling. A strange warmth was filtering up from between my legs and I tried to act nonchalant But my heart was racing.
"Would you like a drink? I know where my father keeps the bourbon. But you can't ten," I pleaded.
"Sure," he lit up. "A shot of whiskey will take the chill out, all right"
I filled a glass with three times too much bourbon and gave it to the wide-eyed sergeant. Christ, he was only six years older than I was. I wondered why he seemed so grown up.
"Anyone around, Samantha?" Spike asked when he was settled in an easy chair and sipping the neat bourbon.
"Lieutenant Murphy's gone for the afternoon, some marine, I think." The envy must have dripped from my words, for Spike smiled.
"Here's to you," he toasted and downed fully half the tumbler of whiskey.
I gulped half of what was in my glass and my eyes burned. I started to choke and Spike was pounding my back. The clasp of my brassiere was being riveted into my spine.
"Cut it out!" I coughed and tried rubbing the welt he raised.
"Oh, Jeez, I'm sorry," Spike apologized. "Didn't mean to hurt."
His apology was accompanied by his hand, gently rubbing and discovering my brassiere strap. My head was floating and Spike's fingers felt terrific on my back. I began to relax and in the next moment, his hand was under my sweater, rubbing my back and slipping under my bra strap.
"Is that okay," he asked, still rubbing. "Hey, I give a good massage."
The goose bumps were sprouting everywhere now and my virgin pussy was on fire. I was frightened, but exhilarated and I stretched out across his lap, my breasts dangling between his thighs. Every few moments he would squeeze his thighs together and trap them while his hands stroked my back. I heard the zipper to my skirt being slowly opened and felt his fingers travel down to the crease of my anus. My heart was in my throat, but I loved every moment of it. I was excited by the sudden realization that Spike was going to take my virginity. "Serves Murphy right!"
Spike's lap began to get crowded. I felt something jabbing my right breast and growing larger with each foray Spike made under my panties. He unsnapped my bra and I felt his lips combing my bare back. Unconsciously my thighs opened and closed. Then his hand ran up my leg and settled on my soft inner thigh. His hand seemed to be wavering in making a decision. I made it for him, clamping his fingers between my legs and pushing backward so his fingers felt the moist heat that blasted from my cunny.
"Uh, maybe I should stop," the dummy said nervously.
"You stop, and I'll get my father to break you into the lowest private that ever dug a latrine," I threatened.
"'Nuff said," Spike laughed, and I felt him rip my undies down my legs. "You got a beautiful little ass for a kid."
"I'm not a kid," I said defensively.
"'Scuse me, ma'am, would the lady of the house like to show us the way to her bedroom, then?"
We went into my room and I pulled the window shade down while Spike poured another shot of bourbon and belted it down. I don't know who was more scared. He poured another and offered it to me. I took it and managed to swallow it without the noise this time.
"If I don't want to get demoted, I guess we'd better get down to business," Spike said.
With quick hands he took off my sweater and skirt and I was on my back feeling his tongue stinging my nipples. One hand rubbed my muff while the other unbuttoned his shirt. His touch was heavy but my pussy was snapping with stimulation. He finally kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants and his rod sprang out of a sandy-haired thicket. It was swollen and bulging fiercely and I suddenly got scared. That was going to fit in there?
I wanted to cry out, to call the whole thing off, but it was too late. He rubbed his piece against my thigh and I felt the hot surface close in on my little slot, tightly clamped shut. His whiskey mouth covered mine and I gritted my eyes while his fingers probed my vulva. I spread my legs wide to help and then he rammed his prick into my hymen. It broke like a wafer and I was suddenly stuffed with the young sergeant's powerful weapon. My channel must have been tight as a drum because he grunted with every thrust.
"Relax, for Chrissake," he said between heaves and I tried. I realized I hadn't even breathed for the past few moments. But I did relax and my juices were running in four directions. I began to enjoy the feeling of his rigid flesh pulsing against the walls of my hot pussy. Spike twisted and rotated and had himself a ball. He wasn't going to wait for me, though. He started pumping furiously and in the next instant he spurted a wad of come and I felt his semen washing inside me. He seemed spent and rested, occasionally jerking his rod through my oozing grotto. I wondered if that was all to it. It was kind of fun, but not what I had imagined it to be. What about my end of the orgasm, I wondered. But his occasional jerks were beginning to stir something down there. He was nudging my clitoris with every movement and now my innards were taking on a new life. I squirmed and bucked and frictioned against his thickness until I began to go crazy with stimulation. He started pumping again and hitting a spot. It was like a carnival test-your-strength-and-ring-the-bell game. Spike's sledge hammer kept sending the little ball higher and higher, closer and closer to the bell, when suddenly we crashed together in a frenzy and the bell rang. My pussy was deafening with my first climax.
Most girls say their first time was dreadful, just awful. Not me, though. It wasn't that Spike was such a good lover. After a few others, the memory of Spike's sexual powers was but a dim glimmer. I just had a ball, despite a few drops of blood. My sacrifice to the gods, Venus and Eros.
It was a pretty kicky trip not even to feel a tinge of guilt at my tender years. Spike got nervous when he saw the pink on the sheets and he took on enough guilt for both of us.
"I didn't mean to do that," he whined.
I wanted to pull his new stripe right off his arm. "Ji it'll make you feel any better you can give me a buck for the movies," I squealed.
That put him right at ease, for he must have dug into his wallet dozens of times in dozens of bedrooms since he was in the service. On home ground the guilt disappeared and he whistled a down-home folk tune on the way out.
And that is how I first went on Uncle Sam's payroll. To be sure I had my eyes wide open as to what I was doing. Only three months before I saw daddy balling the wife of a brigadier general. It's probably how he made colonel. The general and his wife were touring the post on a trip out from Washington D.C. After a private party at the officers club daddy invited the top brass to our cottage. I was a heavy sleeper and no doubt I had snoozed through a batch of wild parties in the previous two years. But this night they were getting so loud that I put on my robe and stole into the pantry where I could witness unnoticed a drinking bout that included daddy, the general, his buxom wife and a WAC captain, who was practically asleep on the couch. The brigadier had his arm around the WAC and his lights were about to go out too. He drained his glass and quietly passed out, leaving daddy and Mrs. General talking quietly.
"Why it looks like we're the only two left," the general's wife slurred.
"We will overlook their rudeness," daddy winked and the two of them giggled stupidly.
Neither said anything for a few moments but the woman leaned forward suddenly and planted a long wet kiss on his lips. Daddy kissed back and he had a hand under her dress, rubbing her full thigh and tugging on her garter. Her bands were clawing at his hard chest, marveling at his physical fitness. Her husband had gotten soft behind a desk in Washington and now he lay in a sprawled out stupor, his pot belly pushing over his belt.
Wordlessly they walked into daddy's bedroom not bothering to shut the door. He zipped her out of her dress and she unbuckled his belt. She was on her knees next, skimmed his shorts, tonguing his prick. Daddy was hung handsomely and when he started to erect it was like watching a mortar shell come out of its casement in slow motion. She filled her mouth with his bulging rod while he patted her dyed red hair. She sucked and blew while daddy pushed and pulled. She teased his foreskin nibbling while her fingers stroked the length of his penis and combed the hair on his balls.
She never let his erection out of her mouth but crawled onto the bed and arched her back into a pushup while daddy pushed his knees into the footboard and pumped into her mouth. A few moments later daddy shuddered and his stimulated pecker sent a charge of semen cascading into her voracious mouth. She swallowed his manstuff and he jumped on top of her, catching her hanging breasts before she came down on her stomach. He squeezed and massaged them and bit into her neck making her writhe with the same sort of sensation I was getting just watching them. Then he flipped her over and pushed his prick into her pussy.
She stifled an ecstatic squeal and her face contorted into a mask of pleasure. Daddy pumped like a twenty-year-old, recklessly and relentlessly until she wriggled her hips and bucked with the same intensity. Pops hit her and there was a silent scream as she clawed the air and climaxed against his plummeting spear. Pops came in the next instant They lay dead to the world.
Meanwhile the general revived in the living room and discovered his armful of WAC officer. She slept soundlessly, her legs relaxed and inviting. He looked around, saw no one, and surreptitiously his fingers crept under her skirt, The WAC may have been having the most glorious dream of her life.
What started out to be an idle finger-fucking turned into a full-scale extravaganza. The WAC slid forward to feel his fingers penetrate further. He pushed her dress above her waist, hauled her panties off, and tenderly caressed her flaming labia with his lips. His main course consisted of her clitoris and he set to eating her delectable tidbit while the girl braced her neck against the back of the couch. She pulled the general forward by his ears and he tongued and lapped for all he was worth. She caught her breath and came on his long tongue, flexing her thighs back together and apart in the afterglow.
But that was only the beginning. The general's thick weapon stretched against his fly and the ever attentive WAC unzipped his pants to free the little devil. As soon as his rod bounced out, the general sat on the couch and plunked the bare-assed girl on top of his squirming glans. His spear slid through like a knife through butter and the girl's pussy was impaled with his fat prick. He bounced her on his knees as though she was a toddler and she was given the shakingest screwing of her life. The general reconnoitered her frontal defenses and removed her khaki blouse and bra with commando efficiency.
The years behind a desk had not dulled his sense of battlefield position and he proceeded to knead her tight-nippled tits in rhythm to his upward thrusts. Her hands shot down and cradled his bobbing balls. She was out of her mind with desire and frictioned on his prick with a furious twisting motion. The general grunted and fired a barrage of come into her sticky slot. She came down through the ooze and exploded herself.
Her strangled cries were enough to bring pops to, and I saw him stagger to the doorway? take in the scene and decide to join the fray.
"Is this a limited action, general, or can three play?" Daddy asked.
"Deal yourself in," the general magnanimously offered and beckoned him to come closer.
The general dropped the WAC's breast and guided daddy's rod into her mouth.
"It's lunch-time," the brass whooped drunkenly.
The lucky lady captain was stuffed coming and going and a more delighted lass I couldn't imagine. The general played a spirited hobby horse, slamming his rod ever upward and she clamped her teeth on daddy's bit To be certain she didn't fall out of her saddle she grabbed both daddy's and the general's balls and held on for her ever-loving life. Coordination may not be one's best forte when you've had too much to drink, but the lucky lass engineered the two men into coming simultaneously, no mean feat given the alcohol consumed. Daddy gushed an awesome clam of come into her mouth and the general's sudden burst down below made her spill her mouthful of the pearly stuff down her front Rivulets of daddy's semen dripped over her breasts while she giggled helplessly. The general was smearing the stickum all over her belly when she passed out still impaled by the brigadier's bayonet.
"Put 'er to bed," the general belched and pops unceremoniously lifted her off his lap and carried her into his bedroom. He laid her next to the general's wife and returned to the living room in time to see the brigadier keel over on the sofa. Daddy shrugged and weaved back into his bedroom, where he collapsed on the very populated bed.
My education thus begun, I went to my room and planned to have Spike Reynolds complete my instruction. It was only a matter of finding suitable school hours.
Daddy's weekend trip to Honolulu was more pleasure than business and no secret to me. He was seeing the daughter of a mining engineer in Juneau, and although I hadn't actually caught them at it, they screwed every opportunity they could. Lieutenant Murphy, on the other hand, pop's personally selected babysitter was a lot less discreet. While the cat was away, the mousie lieutenant was sure to play, very often in the cat's bed with whomever came by to pass the long hours away. I used to fake going to sleep and then listen to the sounds that came through the army issue walls. The lieutenant's ecstatic cries only whetted my appetite.
One night, when daddy was still a captain, Murphy was baby-sitting as usual, reading in the living room when I had gone to bed. I heard the bell ring and another feminine voice say, "I brought it"
"Goodie," Murphy whispered.
Fifteen minutes later after an excruciating conspiratorial silence I heard sounds from daddy's room. I go up the courage to sneak out of my room. "To the bathroom," if challenged, I rehearsed silently.
The good old pantry provided my vantage point and Murphy kept an open door policy. In the dim light I could see her sallow skinny figure on top of a more voluptuous body. Murphy had something strapped around her hips and she was pumping with great efficiency into her partner's pussy. Now it's pretty common knowledge that the Women's Army Corps is a haven for dykes and I got some first-hand information that night. Murphy was fully A.C.-D.C. however, and getting her rocks off at the pleasure of a WAC private.
The big girl underneath suddenly tensed and jerked her body in orgasm and plastered Murphy's face with grateful kisses, "That was good, Murph," the private whispered. "What can I do for you?"
"Just kiss my tits, Janie, I'll do the rest."
The woman traded positions, Murphy unstrapping her dildo. Janie hovered over the lieutenant's small breasts and then started sucking her nipples noisily. Murphy turned the dildo on herself and pushed the plastic banana into her pube. She stroked gently, Savoring the thickness that tickled her womb. Janie's sucking became more violent and Murphy matched the sensation by twisting the dildo between her hands like an Indian making fire.
Within seconds she had a royal blaze going in her hot little oven and she shuddered spasmodically. She pulled the artificial prick out of her vagina and welcomed Janie's lips and tongue that reamed her honey coated cunt. Janie positioned her fuzzy slot over Murphy's mouth and the two lapped each other while I stifled a giggle at the weird clicking sounds that accompanied their progress.
The women thus occupied, I made my way back to my room and lay awake, smugly proud for not having been discovered. Murphy was not the brightest of chicks, and it was an easy thing for me to figure that I would have to be a little more discreet when I launched my own career.
I lay in bed and stroked my downy muff thinking of Spike Reynolds and how I could maneuver him into "taking advantage" of me. The woman to woman thing Murphy pulled was interesting to watch, but hardly my inclination. The delicious red spike I knew adorned my daddy was certain to give more pleasure than the fool plastic penis Janie and Murphy played with.
Corporal Reynolds was definitely my target as I envisioned his laughing eyes and promptly felt a tiny sticky dam burst in my young pussy.