Chapter 1
TALLAHASSEE LASSIE
"I reckon the first time ever was when I was about fifteen, and this neighbor boy was after me. He'd been trying to get in my pants for a long time, ever since he knew what it was all about. He was about a year or two older'n me, and he used to walk home from school with me, and once or twice he'd try something, but I always pushed him off. I guess I just didn't feel like messing around, until that first time. My folks were out, and when I got home, this boy, Fred was his name, asked if he could come in with me for a glass of water. I said okay, and then, when we were in the kitchen, he put his arm around me and held me real close and tried to kiss me. I don't know why it happened that day. Maybe I was just feeling sexy or something, or wanted to find out, I don't know.
"Anyway, when he pulled me to him, I felt this thrill inside me. It was really something, because he was strong, and those muscular arms holding me and his body pressed against mine made me excited. I could feel this bulge in his pants pressing against me, and I knew he was getting hard and wanted to screw me. I let him kiss me, and his tongue pushed between my lips and into my mouth, licking around and rubbing. I'd never been kissed like that before, and it felt good. I put my arms around him and held him. We stood there in the middle of the kitchen, kissing and feeling, until that bulge in his pants really started sticking out. His hands came round and started feeling my tits, and that made me real hot. I could feel my cunt oozing and that was something that scared me. I thought that if I was that hot, it might mean I would have a baby if Fred screwed me. But even so, I wanted to find out more, and when he put his hand up my dress, I didn't stop him. I just stood there, while he pushed his fingers under my panties and into my tight little pussy, feeling and groping and giving me the most wonderful sensations I'd ever experienced. He whispered in my ear, 'Let's go to the bedroom,' and it was like I was in a dream as I led the way to my room, and all the time I was staring at that big bulge sticking out of his pants, wondering what it would look like, and how big it was. I'd seen my pa's once or twice, and his was huge. I got a little scared, but I still didn't tell Fred to go.
"We went into the bedroom, and he told me to lie down on the bed, because he wanted to undress me. I watched him as his trembling fingers undid me and he slowly took my clothes off, one by one, until I was bare-ass naked. He gasped as he stared down at me. 'Take off your clothes,' I told him, and in two seconds, he'd ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants, and that thing of his sprang out, stiff and jerking up and down. It wasn't as big as my pa's, but it was big enough to make me wonder what would happen when he put it in me, and then I started getting really scared. 'I don't want to,' I told him, but even as I said it, I knew it was too late. I did want to, even though something told me not to. Fred laughed, and came forward, standing beside the bed, with his prick sticking out. 'What-samatter?' he asked. 'Scared you'll have a baby?' I nodded, not thinking of any other reason. 'Okay,' he said, 'I'll corn-hole you. That's just as good.' I looked at that big thing of his, and shook my head. 'You're not putting that up my ass,' I told him, and he laughed. 'I've done it to lots of girls,' he said, 'I ain't that big.'
"Then he pushed his hips forward, and his cock was only inches from my face. I stared at it, thinking then how good it looked with a broad, flat head that was bright red and a drop of liquid oozing out of the slit. The shaft was smooth and white, and he had real big balls. I put out my hand and touched it, and felt a thrill shiver through my body. It was the first time I'd really touched a stiff prick, and it felt so good. 'Eat it,' he said, pushing it closer, and I opened my mouth and felt that head slide between my lips. I tasted the stuff that was coming out of the end, and it felt good on my tongue. I started sucking the head, and he moaned. 'Suck it, suck it,' he said, 'Lick it, baby!' He pushed, and it slid all the way into my mouth and banged up against the back of my throat. I gagged, and pulled back. He laughed. 'Good, huh?' he said. I didn't say anything, but started sucking it again. I'd never had a penis in my mouth before, and I was enjoying it. 'Get it good and slick,' he said, then I'll fuck you in the ass.' He started moving his hips, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, and my tongue licked it every time. It seemed to throb and expand, and the skin was stretched tight around the shaft. I didn't think something that was normally so soft could get so hard. It was like a poker, straight and shiny with my spittle, and each time it slid between my lips, he moaned with pleasure. Suddenly he pulled it out and stood, panting. 'I almost came,' he said. I watched as his cock throbbed, up and down, and I wondered what would happen. I really didn't know anything about coming then, and I was wondering if it would shoot all over me, but it didn't. He climbed onto the bed, and took me in his arms.
"I was trembling all over by this time, partly from the excitement, partly because I was scared of what he was going to do with me. He started kissing my tits, taking each one in his mouth and letting his tongue run over my nipples, which were firm and like little marbles. I didn't have very big tits then, and still don't. But it felt good, and when he slid his mouth down over my stomach and into my cunt, that's when I felt my head was going to blow off. His mouth covered my crotch, and I felt his tongue pushing between my hairs, into me, sucking my clitoris and licking the sides of my cunt. He was making little noises in his throat, and I watched him as he went down on me. His head was moving from side to side, and his shoulders were rippling with the muscles as he held himself in position. Fred had a real groovy body, and he looked beautiful, and he was making me feel beautiful, too. Right then he could have fucked me in the front, and I wouldn't have minded, I felt so good. But I guess he was afraid of knocking me up, too, because after a little while, he raised himself up, put his hands under my ass, and lifted me, rolling me over. 'Okay,' he said. 'Just relax and it won't hurt a bit.' I felt his body descend on me and that hard rod of his push between my buttocks, searching for my ass-hole.
"It was still slippery from my spit, and I could feel it sliding between my cheeks, its eager head pushing against my anus, trying to get in. I tightened up at once, and he kissed my ear. 'Settle down,' he murmured, and his voice was ever so gentle. 'Just relax and let it slide in.' His hands came round my front and started playing with my tits, and this made me all excited again, and I lifted my ass, making it easier for him. He pushed forward slowly, and I felt the end of his prick enter my ass. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he held me. 'Okay, okay,' he said, and kept his cock in me, holding it there, but not pushing forward any. 'Now, easy does it,' he said, and as I relaxed, I felt his shaft slide all the way in, until his balls slapped gently against my body, and I could feel that length inside me giving me the wildest sensations. His one hand slid down from my tits to between my legs, and he began fingering me at the same time he was starting to pump his prick in and out of my ass. I felt my whole body was on fire. I cried out, more from ecstasy than agony, and began writhing under him. He liked that, because he began moaning. 'Good, good,' he said in my ear, and this made me feel even better, knowing that he was experiencing the same ultimate pleasure that I was. I had thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It felt great, and my ass-hole felt like ten thousand lips were kissing it.
"On and on he went, sliding that wonderful cock in and out of me, while his finger played with my clitoris and his other hand squeezed my tit. His mouth was kissing my shoulders, biting gently, and our bodies fucked together in a frenzy of passion. Every time his teeth sank into me, I flexed and my ass-hole tightened, closing around his shaft and giving him more pleasure. He started moaning, and then his voice rose in almost a shout . ...
" 'I'm coming ... Jeez, I'm coming ... fuck, FUCK!. . . " I felt his rod throb and expand, and the warmth of his come as it shot into me, making his organ even more slippery and juicy as it pumped to its final orgasm. The excitement and the eroticism must have done their work on me, too, because I felt my vagina contract and shiver and, for the first time, I experienced a climax. I'll never forget that moment. Fred lay on top of me, panting, and slowly his cock got soft and slipped out of my ass-hole. He rolled me over and kissed me gently on the lips. "That was the best ever,' he said, and I hugged him, because I knew what it was all about, and I loved it. The fact that he had fucked me in the ass instead of in front didn't matter at all. I enjoyed it, and I knew I couldn't get pregnant that way. After that first time, Fred used to come over often, and when my folks were out, we'd screw up a storm. And it was always the same way. I figured if I enjoyed it, and he did, too, why run the risk of getting knocked up? We tried all positions we could think of, and every time it was better than before. Fred told me I had the best ass-hole in the county, and I gave the best fuck of any girl he'd laid."
Claire Thompson (not her real name) came from a small backwoods family in Tennessee, and when she was five, moved to Tallahassee, Florida, where her father worked as a handyman. The Thompsons were country born and raised, and had married young, ending up with six children, of which Claire was the youngest.
Mr. Thompson had no more than a sixth-grade education, and his wife had barely made it through the eighth grade. With three hand-to-mouth generations before them, they struggled constantly to have enough food on the table. Mr. Thompson had long since given up any thought of ever becoming anything more than what he was: a man who lived day to day, mostly on his wits. Possessed of a knack for fixing things, he would go from house to house and offer his services for everything from plumbing to odd jobs. His wife, strapped by their children, stayed home and tried her best to buy the cheapest staples to keep them all fed.
Theirs was not an ideal existence, and their attitude toward their large family was little short of pitiful. Had it not been for welfare help, they would have starved many times, but both Jed and Sally were reconciled to their lives, coming from the background where poverty was the norm. Not being overly intelligent, they talked about improving their lot, but never did anything about it. Realistically, there was not much either of them could do. They lacked the educational level required for many better-paying jobs, and their inherent intellectual abilities precluded them from progressing to any degree that would qualify them to enter any field other than those offering the most menial positions.
like many individuals in similar positions, Jed and Sally had reconciled themselves to their lot. Their only luxury was a thirty-dollar used television set, which gave the children some entertainment and provided a convenient baby-sitter while Sally attended to the household chores.
After their second child was born, Sally told Jed she did not want any more children, but, human nature being what it is, Jed forced himself upon her. Not using any contraceptives, pregnancy resulted. After Claire's birth, Sally suffered internal complications and was taken to the hospital. Following surgery, she found, to her great delight, that she could no longer bear children. She regarded her condition as a heaven-sent answer to prayer; she had long since tired of becoming a mother every year.
Jed was not unhappy, because this meant he could have intercourse with her as often as he wanted without any danger of increasing the number of mouths to feed.
After the move to Tallahassee, Jed found a new outlet for his already meager funds: he began drinking. Sally was even more disgusted with him than before, and whenever he would stagger home drunk on cheap wine, she would berate him, threatening to leave him and take the children with her or to go back to her folks in Tennessee. Liquor only sharpened Jed's sexual drive, and Sally found her life becoming more intolerable than ever before. There was less money for food, because Jed's passion for wine consumed what little he made in his work. Sally poured out her troubles to the welfare office, but it was a tale that had been told many times before, and there was little help forthcoming, other than food stamps and the monthly allowance.
It was in this atmosphere of poverty, tension, and constant turmoil that Claire grew up. Aware at an early age that the chief problem in her home was lack of money, Claire decided very early that when she grew up, she would marry a rich man and leave her sordid background behind her. She was not at all caring for her father, who slowly degenerated into a raucous sot; Claire had pity for her mother, but felt that there was little that could be done.
She was also aware that life would not have been such a hardship if there had been fewer children in the family. Jed had often, in his drunken moments, blamed the size of his household for their poverty, claiming that with less to spend on food, his limited earnings would be sufficient. This planted the seed in Claire's mind that pregnancy went hand in hand with poverty, and that money was the only key to happiness. Possessing a strong sex drive herself, Claire began sexual experimenting early in her teens. Her fear of conceiving a child drove her to submitting to anal intercourse with a boy at school, and after finding it pleasurable, she continued this method of sex for several years before adding vaginal activity to her growing moments with the opposite sex.
By this time, she had become known in the neighborhood as "available" and when the gossip became known to her parents, Jed threw her out of the house, saying he didn't raise his daughter to be a whore. Despite Sally's protestations, he would not allow Claire to return home, and she spent the next few weeks drifting from man to man. Picked up eventually by a traveling salesman, she accompanied him to Pensacola, where she decided to stay and become a whore. She knew, from what she had been told by her bed partners, that she was more than appealing physically, though her intellectual level was on a par with her parents.
Readily making herself available to the servicemen in Pensacola, Claire eked out a living, never climbing up the economic scale, but at least making enough to pay her rent and buy her food and clothes. She felt that one day she would meet the right man, a rich individual who would bring her the type of life she dreamed about. Every night, as she lay in the arms of a different man, she would let her mind wander and hope ... but she lacked the refinements needed to attract the men who would make her dreams come true.
By the time Claire was twenty-four, she was one of many cheap whores who thronged the city, willing to do anything for the price of a meal and a few bucks over.
Finally picked up on a charge of prostitution, Claire came to the attention of the authorities. A kindly welfare officer tried to help, and suggested that Claire be given psychiatric help before she found a job she could handle. It was evident from the girl's story that her background and attitude were largely responsible for her present condition.
Claire was smart enough to realize a chance when it came, and she agreed, and began a series of visits to a psychiatrist, at which time she related her story and background in detail, from her very first sexual experience to her final pitiful condition.
"I told you about that first time I got screwed by Fred, when he corn-holed me, and I liked it. After that, he used to come by often, but I guess I got tired of him. He was good-looking, had a nice body and everything, but I began to wonder what other boys would be like, so I decided one day to try someone new. This was also a boy at school, but he was older than Fred, and bigger. His name was Mike, and I had admired him for a long time. Finally, one day I asked him if he'd like to walk me home, and he said okay. He said to me that he thought Fred and I were going steady. So I told him we weren't, and that it was all right. When we got home my folks were there, so we just sat on the porch and talked, but not for long, because daddy came out and he'd been drinking again, and he said some bad things to Mike and chased him off.
"Next day at school, I told Mike not to pay my dad no mind, and to meet me after school. This time we didn't walk to my house, but to Mike's. His folks were both working, and his brother was home. His brother was a year older than him, and real handsome. He'd dropped out of school, and was just screwing around until he went into the service. We all sat in the living room and drank Cokes, and talked. Mike was real nice, and the more we talked, the more I realized I liked him a lot. The trouble was, I began liking his brother, too. His brother, Ellis, was staring at me so hard it made me blush, because I knew what he must've been thinking. They both questioned me about Fred, and asked if Fred had screwed me. I guess I blushed, and told them it wasn't any of their business. Then Ellis laughed and put his hand down to his crotch and bunched out his cock and balls and told me he had the biggest one in town, and wouldn't I like to see it?
"That was really what started it, because Mike told his brother to shut up, and said he wasn't that big anyway. But by this time, I think we all knew what was going to happen. Mike came over to me and kissed me, not hard or violent, just nice and gentle. His lips were soft and his arms around me were strong but not frightening. When we broke apart, he asked me if I wanted to have a party with him and Ellis. I told him no, because really I didn't know What they would expect.
" 'You afraid of getting knocked up?' Ellis asked, and I nodded. 'Okay, there's other ways,' he said, laughing, and then we got into it. They each took one arm and led me toward their bedroom. There they told me to lie down on the bed and let them undress me. I knew by this time it was no use trying to back out. I'd come with Mike because I wanted to experience him, and if Ellis was there, too, well. ... I could only think that I'd asked for it and had better go through. Besides, having two might be fun. Mike was nice, and kissed real good, and Ellis sure was good-looking, so why not?
"Mike locked the bedroom door, just in case someone might come home unexpectedly, and they started to undress me. The only thing was-I said they could undress me if they both took their clothes off first. They climbed out of their shirts and pants so fast it made my head swim. They stood before me, and I was thrilled just looking at them. Mike was more slender than his brother, but he had a beautiful build, lean and firm, and a nice, long, thin cock between his legs. Ellis was more stocky, with big muscles, and a short thick cock that had lots of skin over the end of it. I'd never seen one like his before, and I kept staring at it. Of course, they both had hard ons by this time, and both their cocks looked so great I wanted to stuff them both in my mouth at the same time. I told them to come over by the bed, and they stood there, side by side, their pricks sticking out close to my face, and I played with them. I got a big charge out of playing with Ellis, because all that skin was easy to pull back and forth over the head, and he liked that. Mike didn't have skin. He said he'd been circumcised, which was okay, I guess, but I sure liked Ellis's cock better. There was more to play with. Ellis's prick also had two big veins running up the side of his shaft. Mike's was smooth as a baby's butt, and he didn't have too much hair around his crotch. I guess that was because he was blonde, while Ellis was dark-haired, and his crotch was a jungle of pubic hair right up to his navel.
"I grabbed them both, and pulled their cocks together so they lay side by side. Ellis's was a little shorter, but thicker, and both of them had wide, flat heads. I held them together and closed my mouth around them both. It was a big mouthful, but it felt real good. They slid in and out, and I licked with my tongue, all around them, and between them, tonguing their slits and around the head. It felt real good and then Mike started groaning and said he was about to pop his nuts. I had never sucked off anyone before-I mean, all the way-and right then I was so hot I wanted to feel his seed come in my mouth, so I went on sucking real hard, and a moment later I felt his rod stiffen, and he pushed it deep into my throat and then this sweet-salty stuff came, great gobs of it, spurting into me. I gulped, and then swallowed, and he was making funny noises in his throat, saying how great it was and all. He started getting soft right away, but Ellis was still hard as a rock, and he kept his cock in my mouth and wanted me to finish him off. I couldn't tell him I intended doing just that, but kept on sucking, and with Mike's cock out of my mouth, there was more room to lick around Ellis. He didn't take long before he rammed it home and I felt him throb. I put my hands on his balls and tickled them, and then with a rush, he shot. It was like a waterfall of come pouring into me, and I swallowed every drop and still wanted more.
"Ellis got soft and pulled out, and they sat down on the bed. 'That was the greatest,' said Mike, and Ellis laughed. 'Best blow job I've ever had,' he told me. I felt real good that they had enjoyed it, because I sure as hell had. Then they started undressing me, and as my clothes started slowly coming off, I noticed they started getting excited again. Not real full hards. It was too soon for that, but half-stiff so that their pricks looked big and enticing between their legs. As my panties fell off, they both made a grab for my pussy.
"Ellis crawled up between my legs, spread them wide apart, and his hands opened my labia. 'Jeez, look at that snatch,' he said softly, and Mike bent down and they both examined me like it was the first cunt they'd ever seen. For all I knew, it was, though they sure knew what to do with it. Ellis bent down and began kissing all around it, rubbing his tongue up and down my legs, and then up to my crack and back again. It made me hotter than I was, and I could feel my juices oozing out of me.
" 'I wanna eat her,' said Mike, and he didn't waste time with anything but what he was after. His mouth closed around my twat, and I could feel his tongue pushing into me, licking the sides, and then he took my clitoris between his teeth and nibbled, and sucked, and I thought the top of my head was blowing off, it felt so good. That guy sure knew how to make a girl feel good, I'll say that for him.
"While Mike was eating me, Ellis started sucking on my tits, rolling them around together with his hands while his lips closed over the nipples, biting and rubbing them, making them harder than they were before, standing out firm from my flesh. I was ready for anything then, but something still made me stop from letting them fuck me in front. I knew that no matter how hot I was, I still didn't want to end up having a baby, and from my experience with Fred, I knew that it was good up the ass, and that's the only place they were going to push their dicks. By this time, they were both hard again, and each time they moved I could see their pricks waving in front of them like flagpoles. I told them what good cocks they had, and played with them, sometimes together, and sometimes one at a time. We were rolling around that bed and doing everything to each other that we could. I put my fingers around Mike's balls and tickled them, rubbing his big testicles together and letting my fingernails trail through his pubic hair and up to his ass-hole. I knew from my own experience how good it felt around the anus, and I put my finger at his hole and let it slide around. 'Kiss my ass,' he said.
"This was something I had never done before, but I bent my head down and let my tongue slide through his legs and come to rest on his orifice. I licked all around it and tried to push my tongue into him, but couldn't get more than just the tip inside. He had a real tight anus.
"Ellis had started sucking all around my crotch by now, and I felt his mouth slide from my cunt to my own ass-hole. He licked it for a while, and then he said, 'You've got a real sweet ass, baby. I think I'll fuck it.'
"I didn't tell him that's where I wanted it anyway, so I lifted my rear end and pushed forward as he rammed his rod between my cheeks and felt for my hole. Now Ellis was bigger than Fred had been, and I sure felt him as he entered me. It didn't hurt, but I could tell it was bigger than the one which had been in there before. I relaxed and let the head go in, then tightened my sphincter to grab his shaft, and as he slid in I could tell he felt it all the way through his loins. He groaned and almost shouted out, 'Good pussy, baby, good pussy. Fuck me, fuck me!'
"Mike was leaning back, watching as his brother rammed his rod home into me and started pumping. I was on my back, with my ass impaled in the air on Ellis's massive organ. I reached for Mike and held his cock in my hand. I pulled him to me and opened my mouth. He knew what I wanted, and he didn't object. He straddled my face, pushed his prick into my mouth, and began pumping. I thought I was in heaven. I was being fucked by two guys at the same time, one in my ass, the other in my mouth. We rocked together, and I wondered how long they could last before shooting again. I remembered that Fred took awhile before he was able to come again after the first time. I didn't really care, though. I could have laid there for the rest of my life with those cocks in me. It was great.
"Mike was pushing his prick in and out and had his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations which my tongue was producing as I licked his shaft. Every time I felt him lunge forward, I felt the shoving up my ass from Ellis, who was driving his organ slowly and solidly into me, giving me shivers of delight all through my body. I felt his hardness within me, massaging me and making my vagina quiver with excitement. I knew from the way my body was trembling that I was climbing to my own climax. I still wanted something done to my cunt, and I took Ellis's hand and put it on my labia. His large thick fingers probed inside, and rubbed. Electric fire spread through me, and as his cock jammed up my ass his fingers completed the ecstasy by playing with my clitoris and touching the sides of my cunt. I began twisting my hips and getting added pleasure from his penis, as well as from the way I was sucking like mad on Mike. I felt the mounting pressures within me, and suddenly it seemed the floodgates opened, and I shook to every part of my body with a terrific orgasm. My whole vagina seemed to pulsate and explode. My ass-hole contracted and I could hear Ellis gasp as my anus gripped his cock harder than ever, and he rammed it hard, and I could feel him coming within me, spurting his seed inside in great gobs, and all the while, Mike's prick was pounding in and out of my mouth. I was wishing he would come as well, so we would all be experiencing the same climactic moment together.
"But I guess Mike had plans of his own for his second orgasm. He wanted the same thing that Ellis had, because after Ellis got soft and slipped out, Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth and grinned at me. 'I'm next,' he said, and climbed on. Ellis lay back and watched as his brother pushed his prick into my ass-hole, loose and slippery from the fucking already. Mike was not as thick as Ellis, but he was longer, and I could feel his length probing inside me, Ellis had a regular in-and-out rhythm as he fucked, but Mike twisted his hips, rotating his cock inside me so that it felt as though it was swinging from side to side, sending pleasure through every part of my insides. I could picture that broad flat red head of his, caressing my intestines while the beautiful white smooth shaft slipped in and out of my anus. The mental picture stimulated me almost as much as the physical pleasure of the fucking.
"Mike lay on top of me, and his hands' came round and were playing with my tits. He loved to caress my nipples with his fingers, and the touch of his rough skin on my smooth flesh made me want to give him more and more pleasure. I flexed my anus, gripping his shaft as he rode me, and soon I knew he was on his way to his climax again. He began breathing heavily and moaning. Then I felt him shudder and-pulsate, and he cried out, 'Oooh, oooh ... here it comes!' and he shot into me, banging his body against my ass in one last violent movement before sinking down exhausted on top of me.
"It was the best moment I'd had till then, because my times with Fred had been somewhat restrained. Maybe it was the excitement of having two partners in bed at the same time, or perhaps because Ellis was so virile and masculine-all I knew was the fact that I was completely and thoroughly satisfied. I liked both Mike and Ellis; they both were able to satisfy me equally well in different ways. It added up to the knowledge that I loved sex. It gave me a wonderful feeling of power over men, being able to satisfy them both by sucking or fucking in the ass. I still had to come to the moment of being screwed in my cunt, but I was still afraid of pregnancy, and besides, I felt if I got that much enjoyment out of my ass, why not continue? I was naturally curious about what it would feel like to have a big cock up my twat, but I knew that would come later. And something told me that even if it did feel good (as it did, I discovered) I would still enjoy being screwed in the ass.
"Mike and Ellis had many more sessions with me after that first time. Mike got kinda hung up on me, telling me he loved me and wanted to marry me, and all that shit. But I could see no sense in getting involved, young as I was, and especially with a kid who had no money and couldn't give me anything more really than what I had at home. I knew that money spelled security and I wasn't settling for less.
"All the time I've been screwing around, I've really been looking for some guy who could keep me in the way I want to be: with a nice home, a decent income, and everything that makes life worthwhile. I really don't know why I haven't met him yet. I do good in bed. I've been told I give a good fuck, so . ... But anyway, let me go on with what happened after that time with Ellis and Mike.
"We used to fuck quite often, and I got to be real good at handling them both at once. Sometimes Ellis would want me to suck him off, while Mike fucked me in the ass. Other times I'd suck them both together, jamming their cocks into my mouth and having them shoot that way. We really mixed it up, and it was fun. But I guess I got tired eventually and started looking for others. I was really hung up on cock and wanted to experience more. So for the next year or so, I sort of went from guy to guy, trying them all. I really learned a lot about how to satisfy a man, and then, finally, about the time daddy threw me out of the house, I began fucking in front. I'd learned enough by now to know that if I was taking the pill I couldn't get pregnant, and even though we had no money for that, I managed to get some from one of the men I picked up. He worked in a drugstore, and so I started taking them. About a month after this, I decided to try it in front and see what it was like. By this time, too, I really dug threesomes or foursomes, and so, that first time, I went with three others, guys I had not been with before. I knew the one from hanging out at the drugstore, and he really turned me on. He was always asking me for a piece, but we never made it till then. He wanted to bring two friends, so I said okay, and we made a date for a Saturday at his house.
"His name was Sandy, and his two friends were Phil and Gerry. They were all about twenty-four or so, kinda nice-looking, and well built. I think they all worked together for a construction outfit, so their work gave them lots of muscle, and I really dig a muscular man.
"We went to Sandy's house, locked the doors, and got undressed. I think they had never done it together before, because there was a lot of horseplay and talk about their cocks. It was sorta funny, watching them get undressed, each one with the beginnings of a hard on. I inspected each one, and told them I thought that Sandy was the biggest, Phil was the prettiest, and Gerry the sexiest. They got a charge out of this, and told me they never thought of cocks that way. I knew they didn't, because guys usually only think of what a girl has, and not what they have. To me, a guy's cock is just as important. Some cocks can be really beautiful, and sometimes they're just plain ugly. Sandy's prick was the biggest, with big veins running down the side. Phil's was a little smaller, but with no veins, and real white and smooth. It looked even whiter against the bright red head he had, like a cherry on top of a vanilla sundae.
"Gerry had a foreskin which hung all the way over the end, making it look even longer and thicker than the others. Sandy was also the most muscular, Phil a little more on the lean side, and Gerry kinda thin but with good muscles sticking out. His cock also stuck out good. I've learned that often a guy who's on the thin side will have a bigger cock. Anyway, I played with each one of them in turn, and then started sucking on Gerry. I always like sucking a guy who's not circumcised. There's more to chew on, and I really dig putting my tongue under his skin and rubbing his head, back and forth, running over the end and pushing into the cock slit.
"Gerry really liked that, and he stood before me, watching and telling me how great it felt. I was holding the other two by their cocks, playing with them at the same time. Then I concentrated on Gerry, rubbing my fingers up over his chest and stomach, and down to his balls, tickling them with my fingernails, letting them trail through his pubic hair and around his sac. He sure liked that, I know. He pushed his hips forward and I knew what he wanted. I slid my fingers between his legs, and searched for his ass-hole, gently playing around it and pressing into his anus.
" 'Eat my ass, baby,' he said. He lay back on the bed, and raised his rear end so I could crawl up between his legs and lick his crotch. My tongue slid between his buttocks and touched his anus, and I thought he would lift off the bed, the way he jumped and shivered. I pressed hard with my mouth, my tongue going in and out, and he squirmed with pleasure. While I was doing this, Phil and Sandy were behind me, playing with my tits and ass. Sandy pushed his head under my body and took my nipples, one at a time, in his mouth, tonguing me and also playing with my flesh, his hands squeezing and rubbing me, making my nipples harder'n rocks. Phil had his mouth at my crotch, and I could feel his tongue between my labia, licking me and nibbling on my clitoris. I was especially excited this time, because I had decided I would let one of them enter me, and I knew I was still a virgin. I wondered what they would think when they found this out, but I didn't care too much. I was after the delights that I knew I enjoyed when I was fucking with a man, and what they thought didn't affect me one way or the other.
"I came back off Gerry's ass and took his cock in my mouth again. Oh, what a beautiful organ he had! It was hard as a rock, and all that skin around it was wonderful. I pulled it all the way over his head, and then back again, tugging on his balls to make his shaft tight as possible, while I ran my tongue up and down it. He was moaning, and saying, 'Suck it, lick it, oh, fuck, fuck, baby,' and I knew he was having the best time ever, and this made me feel even better.
"He got real excited, and suddenly raised up and grabbed me, throwing me over on my back. 'I want that pussy of yours,' he said, and he pushed Phil and Sandy out of the way and went down on me. He paused a moment over my mound, letting his tongue trail through my hair and then with a little animal growl, he buried his face in my snatch, then pulled it open with his hands, pushing his mouth deep into me, his tongue darting in and out and sending prickles of fire through my loins. I could see his cock throbbing and jerking with anticipation, and I knew right then I wanted
Gerry to be the first. 'Fuck me' I whispered, and he raised up and then spread himself, supporting his body on his arms and legs, and slowly lowered his prick toward my crotch. He held the head just at the entrance to my labia, barely touching, and manipulated it so that it just entered and withdrew. It was the most sensuous and exciting thing I'd ever experienced. I wanted him to jam it home, but the suspense was even more thrilling. Phil and Sandy sat back on the bed, watching. 'Stick it in, stick it in!' Phil cried excitedly, his hand on his own organ, playing with himself. Sandy stared hard, while his prick jerked spasmodically in front of him, even though he was not touching it. I could tell he was eager to get in the same position that Gerry was in. I looked at Gerry's muscular shoulders and his entire body, flexed as? he held himself poised above me, and I marveled at his physique.
"He was like a Greek god, suspended on his erect cock, the end of it just between my labia, gleaming and shining with my spit. 'Go on, go on,' Phil shouted. 'Fuck her, fuck her.' Slowly Gerry lowered himself, his penis sliding into me, inch by inch. The sensation was incredible. I enjoyed it up my ass all right, but this was something else again. Then I felt a slight pain, and Gerry stopped. He pushed a little harder, then moaned, 'Jeez, you're tight,' he said, and pushed again. I could feel his prick impaling me, stretching me, and then something gave inside me, and he slid in all the way, and I felt a warm flood in my vagina, and an exquisite feeling of delight coupled with the pain of his initial entry.
"He dropped his body on top of me and began pumping me, in and out, faster and faster. His hips rotated as he drove his organ into my cunt, pounding me until the bed was rocking. I flexed myself, gripping his shaft and feeling that I was floating up and up. I heard him begin to moan, and then shout-'I'm coming!'-and I felt a hot flood again as he ejaculated into me, jerk after jerk of come, deep into me, and then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and kissing my face, my neck, my hair. 'Jeez, that was great, baby,' he said, and I could tell he really meant it. If he experienced only half what I had, then he must have had the best goddamn fuck of his life.
"After a moment, he rolled off me, his cock pulling out of my cunt and lying limp against his leg. We all looked and then they knew.
" 'Jeez, you were cherry,' said Gerry, his face reflecting his disbelief. 'How come?'
"I told them that I'd always been scared of getting knocked up, and had always taken it other ways than there, but today I felt was the day. 'It was worth waiting for,' I said, smiling at Gerry. 'That was really groovy.'
"Phil and Sandy couldn't wait. 'Me, me next,' said Phil, his hard cock pushing eagerly toward my cunt, dripping with juices and stained with some blood.
"I spread my legs, and opened my arms. 'Give it to me,' I said, and he needed no second invitation. He pushed forward, that long slender rod entering me and taking the place of Gerry, and again the sensations flooded my being. I felt Phil roll me on my side, and we thrashed together as he pumped his cock deep inside me. Then I felt Sandy's arms grip my shoulders and his hips ram against my buttocks. 'You ever had it like this before?' he asked, and his penis pressed between my ass cheeks, searching for my anus. He knew damn well I had. And the thought of being fucked front and rear at the same time drove me wild. 'Fuck me, fuck me!' I shouted, and Sandy's cock pushed and found my ass-hole. I wriggled, helping him, and a moment later I thought my insides would explode as Sandy's prick impaled me, sliding deep into my rectum while Phil's cock was fucking me in front.
"It was the most unbelievable feeling, and I squeezed my body, enclosing their shafts with my warmth, while both their hips were moving like railroad pistons, in and out, up and down. My pussy was all loose and wet with juice by this time, and my ass also, and there was no problem. Those beautiful pricks were lunging in and out, and I was wiggling my ass to give them the most pleasure I could and, at the same time, I was receiving more ecstasy than I thought possible. I ran my hands over Phil's body, and down to his ass, digging my nails into his smooth flesh, feeling his buttocks as they flexed and he drove his rod into me. He liked that, I knew, and I slid my fingers between his buttocks, feeling for his ass-hole. I knew that if I got that much pleasure out of being fucked in the ass, he would enjoy it, too, even if it was only my finger. I pushed in, and started massaging him inside, rubbing my finger around and feeling the hardness of his cock inside him. He moaned and trembled, and every time I pushed my finger in his ass, his cock seemed to expand and ram home even bigger and better than before. My pussy was clamping down hard around him, and his balls were slapping against me every time he pushed deep into me. I could feel the end of his cock pulsating and trembling inside me, deep inside, just as Sandy's was impaling me from the rear, pumping in and out. Their rhythm was almost in time, and each time they rammed home I could imagine their pricks almost touching inside me, increasing their pleasure and mine at the same time.
"We were generating so much erotic excitement that I knew neither Phil nor Sandy could last too long, and just as I myself felt the quiver inside that told me of my own orgasm, I heard them start moaning and crying out, and we all climaxed almost together. Phil's cock was pushed deep into me, and I felt it stay there, jerking as he shot load after load into me, and Sandy--likewise. We were all holding on, clinging to each other in that final moment of ecstasy while our bodies discharged their ultimate expression. I felt like I had been dragged through a wringer. Jeez, I felt well and truly fucked after that, and it was wonderful. My ass and my cunt felt hot as fire, and I wanted to sit in a bath of cold water, but I knew that would come later.
"Phil and Sandy both pulled out and we all lay panting on the bed, while Gerry looked on. 'Good fucking, huh?' he said, and crawled between my legs. 'I wanna look at your pussy now.'
"He lay down on his stomach, between my legs, his hands opened my labia, and he stared into my snatch. The others looked, too, and Gerry put his fingers in and played around. He put his mouth to it and sucked a little, his tongue touching my clitoris which was already tingling from all the screwing it had. 'No, no,' I said. Take it easy.' So they lay back and just stared at me. I looked at them, enjoying the sight of their bodies and their cocks lying against their legs, limp but still beautiful.
"That was the first time I'd been fucked in front, and I must admit it was great, but I still held to my preference for ass-screwing. I don't know really why, except that I had started that way, and I enjoyed it. The sensations were good, and if a man finger-fucked me in front at the same time, I got all the sensations I needed. I know from what a doctor told me once that the anus and the flesh around it is just as easily stimulated as the vagina, maybe without as much sexual feeling, but good feeling anyway. And I'd reached an orgasm many times being screwed in the ass. So, most times after that, I would have a guy fuck me in the back instead of the front, and he never objected. An ass-hole's tighter'n a cunt any day, and no guy's going to object to anything that makes his cock feel good.
"That day with Gerry, Phil, and Sandy was great, but after that last time, they said they were pooped and we didn't screw any more. I think I sucked Gerry a little, because I dug his cock, but he didn't come again. They all went home, and I went back to my place, feeling great. I knew that I was no longer a virgin, but so what? I knew I wouldn't get pregnant because I was on the pill, but even so, I decided that next time I went to bed with a guy, it would be my ass he would get, because really that's what I liked best of all. I also liked going down on a guy, but for fucking, and coming, there was nothing to beat getting it in the rear.
"It wasn't long after this that daddy threw me out of the house, and I wasn't sorry, because I'd never had anything there to make me feel I was wanted. He would always scream at us kids, blaming us for the sad state he was in, and saying that if he didn't have so many kids he wouldn't be so broke all the time. It was a sad scene, and I was old enough to realize that I'd better get my ass out of it before it was too late. I even thought that daddy might want to fuck me when he was drunk, because that's all he wanted to do with mother when he came home stoned. So I took off. I knew I had my passport to whatever I wanted. I had my sex.
"The first night away, I picked up a guy and went home with him. I think I stayed with him about a week and then he told me his wife was coming back and so I had to split. But I found someone else. There's always a man around for a girl who's willing to put out for a night or two. I enjoyed sex, too, and it didn't bother me.
"I guess, for the next year or two, I really made the rounds. I think I only really fell in love once, and that was the guy who took me to Pensacola. I lived with him about six months, and then he got tired and moved on. I stayed, because, with the servicemen there, I knew I could really make some loot. I figured if I saved enough, I could go to New York or someplace where I might find the right guy. But I never seemed able to keep my money. It went as fast as I made it.
"The closest I came to really finding what I'm after was this guy who ran the clothing store in
Pensacola. His name was Ben W-, a real groovy character. He was about thirty-five, and had been divorced. He picked me up one night at a bar, and he said I was real pretty and he'd like me to come home with him. He had a lovely home, very elegant and all, and I asked him why me? After all, I knew damn well that I wasn't the best-looking broad in the bar, and he knew what I was, so I couldn't figure it out. He said there was something about me he liked. So I figured maybe I just turned him on.
"He kissed me, but didn't do anything more until we'd had a few drinks. We began necking, and he kissed real good. I mean, not just kidding, but gentle like . ... It was something I really hadn't had before. Anyway, he got me real hot and I reached for his pants. He had a hard, and I started playing with it. Jeez, I'd never felt one that big. I unzipped his fly and took it out. I shouldn't say took it out, because it really jumped out, real thick and long, and with lots of skin around it, which I dig. He stretched back on the couch and I went down on him. He didn't touch me. He just lay there and let me suck him. It was great. I put two hands around it, and the head still stuck out.
" 'You like it?' he asked me, and I told him, sure, I liked it. 'Come on, let's go to the bedroom,' he said.
"We went into that room, and I flipped. It was the biggest bedroom I'd ever seen, with a king-size bed with a large mirror on the ceiling above it. Then I got an idea of what he liked. He liked to watch. We both got undressed, and he stared at me a long time, telling me how lovely I was. He said he liked my breasts, which surprised me. I don't have big boobs, just ordinary, but he liked that. He climbed over me and began kissing my tits, then he told me to climb on him and let my tits hang down into his mouth. He pressed a button and that goddam bed tilted up so he could watch in the mirror. His eyes were always on the mirror, taking in the scene of my naked body on top of his, while he sucked my nipples, biting them and licking them all over. His hands went around me, and began squeezing my ass.
" 'You've got a lovely ass,' he said. 'I'd love to fuck it.'
"I didn't tell him that's what I wanted, so I made out like it was a special favor for him. He really went wild then. He reached into the headboard and got some vaseline. 'Grease me up,' he said, and I sat back on my haunches in front of him and took that massive organ in my hands, slapping the vaseline on it and rubbing it from his balls up to the head. His eyes watched me in the mirror, and he moaned with delight. 'That's better'n fucking,' he said. 'Keep going.'
"I'd been told by lots of men that nothing beats a good hand job, so I went on, rubbing the grease all over it, pulling the skin way back off the head and running my fingers around the top.
"It gives me just as big a thrill playing with a good penis as having it stuck into me. I enjoyed looking at it, observing the thick cord that ran from his sac up the back of his shaft to the top, the only soft spot in that hard rod. His skin was dark, too, as though he'd been lying naked in the sun, and his head was bright red and smooth as a baby's butt, glistening in the light with all the grease on it. I took his balls in my hand and greased them, too, pulling them down away from his crotch and rubbing his head at the same time. I could feel his member throbbing and jerking, and I was afraid he might come, but he didn't. It was just his reaction to the pleasure my hands were giving him. My own twat was oozing juices from the excitement of the moment, and I rubbed my thighs together as I squatted there, giving myself added sensations.
"Finally he took his eyes off the mirror and looked at me. 'Now I want to fuck you in the ass,' he said. 'Roll on your back with your legs in the air.'
"I wondered why he wanted to be on top, because he couldn't watch the mirror that way, but I hadn't noticed a small mirror tilted at the headboard. He could look in that and see the big one on the ceiling. I rolled over and spread my legs. He moved forward, bringing that hard cock up to my buttocks and pushing forward. It slipped in easily, in spite of its size, and he groaned as he saw my anus encompass it all, taking every inch up to his balls.
"I don't think I'd ever had one as large as he was. I really knew I had something in me, and it felt great. There was no need to flex my sphincter, because it was stretched to its limit and held his rod tightly as it slid in and out. Then he did something I never thought possible: he bent down almost double, and his mouth touched my cunt. His tongue darted out and I felt it enter me, touch my clitoris, licking and sending shivers of ecstasy through me. This was the ultimate for me. I had what I wanted up my ass, and a tongue in my cunt at the same time. We rocked together, not violently, but slowly, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. He slid his cock in slowly, and then withdrew it, until it almost was out, and then in again, and I could feel it throbbing as it slid in. He watched every movement in the mirror, and I could see by looking straight up at the ceiling.
"It was the first time I'd watched myself getting screwed, and I got one hell of a thrill every time that big cock came in and out of my ass. His hands strayed gently up and down my body, touching my tits, my nipples, my stomach, every part of me that he could reach. Every particle of me was on fire, and it was delicious. I thought he would carry on until he reached a climax, but he was careful. 'I like to make it last,' he told me, lifting up from my cunt 'So let's rest a moment.'
"Leaving his cock in me, he sat up and gently stroked me, putting his fingers in my twat and spreading the labia so he could see as far in as he could. His finger touched my clitoris and played with it gently, and I moaned. I was really feeling like I was about to come. 'You almost there?' he asked, and I didn't have to answer. I twisted my hips, pushing his finger in further, and rotating around his shaft in my anus. 'Easy, easy,' he said. 'We've got all night.' 'Fuck that!' I shouted. 'I want to come ... now ... NOW!' And before I could stop it, a gigantic shudder went through me, and my vagina seemed to be awash in juices and my cunt gripped his finger and I screamed out.
"It was the best orgasm I'd ever had, and it seemed to go on and on. He sat there, watching me, and smiling. When I was through, I lay back, panting and smiling at him.
" 'Okay, now it's my turn,' he said, and he began pumping his rod into me, moving faster and faster with each thrust. His hands came forward and took my tits, gripping them firmly, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. With each thrust, I felt his balls slap against my ass, and inside I could feel his massive head plunge deep into me. In and out, faster and faster, each lunge bringing a moan from his lips. His body quivered, he pushed home all the way and kept it there, spurting and gushing his come, load after load, into me.
"I felt him getting soft, and after a few seconds, he pulled out and squatted back on his haunches, staring at me.
" 'You're the best broad I've ever had,' he said softly. 'You sure know how to fuck.' He then crawled over me and sat on my stomach, putting his limp cock between my tits and rubbing them together softly. I looked down and watched his head coming forward out of his skin, then back into those folds again. Even though he was soft, I knew he was enjoying the sensations. 'You've got a great cock,' I told him. 'I sure like it.' He lifted up and dangled it in front of my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue and started licking it, taking the last drops of come that oozed out of his slit. He pushed it forward and I sucked it all, from the head down to its base. I didn't care that he had just fucked me, that it was still greasy, that it could have stood washing off. It was the most beautiful cock, and I wanted it then. It didn't get hard again, but I loved it
"Anyway, I took that cock of his, and we stayed together for a long time after that first night. We grooved together like crazy, and he said he'd rather fuck my ass than anything else. He was quite a guy, and I think I almost fell in love with him, but then ... what is love? I love fucking, and that's about the extent of it. Anything more doesn't seem to be in the chips.
"I moved in with him, and I think we might have ended up getting married, but he never asked me. I would've in a shot, but then-you know how it is with some guys. They don't mind a good night's fucking, but that's all. I didn't press the issue, because I had a place to stay and someone great to screw me every night-so what more could I ask for? He gave me money, not a hell of a lot, but more than I would have made on the streets. I wish in a way it would have lasted, but finally he said he was going to Miami for a month on business, and asked me if I wanted him to rent me a place. I wanted him to take me with him, but he said he couldn't. I knew he probably had someone in Miami, and I got mad. We had a fight, and he gave me a hundred bucks and I left. That was the last time I saw him. Since then, it's just been one man after the other. I get plenty of fucking, but not much to show for it-except my clothes. I really don't know what to do. Fucking's the only thing I do good. What's going to happen to me?"
Claire's account of her past history led to a detailed analysis of her condition, and her lack of purpose in life. Not entirely lacking in intellectual abilities, she was shown that despite her poor background, and her experiences, she could nonetheless make a fresh start, providing she applied herself and used her common sense.
She was concerned that she was unable to settle down to a specific goal, considering herself lacking in the basic requirements for any job. Her descent to prostitution was based on her strong sexual desires and enjoyment of the act, coupled with the erroneous thought that she could make a good living at it. She was shown that, irrespective of her background, she could be trained for work that she could do and begin to build a worthwhile life for herself.
Her preference for anal intercourse was a psychological holdover from her teenage years, with its fear of pregnancy and accustomed enjoyment of the act itself. The psychiatrist pointed out that once she had set about shaping a life for herself based on a definite occupation, there was no reason why she should not meet a man and settle down and marry quite happily. Claire began going to a school that not only trained her in manual work, for which she showed definite ability, but also improved her basic education. She eventually got a position on an assembly line in one of Florida's major industries and married a man working in the plant.