Chapter 4
THIRD AVENUE PICKUP
"Hell, if you don't wanna get knocked up, and the guy doesn't wanna use a rubber, what then? That's how I started this ass-fucking business. One night I had this guy who said he'd make it an extra fifty if he could fuck me in the ass. I wasn't gonna turn that down, virgin ass or not. To this day, I thank him, 'cause I got to dig it, really dig it. I'll never forget that night It started a whole new life for me. I'd bin screwed in my cunt ever since I was thirteen, and even that can get kinda old hat if you don't like the guy who's on top. But any guy can be behind me and it feels good, provided he's got a respectable size prick, that is.
"I was working down around Washington Square then, and this guy came up to me and started talking. I knew he wasn't one of the queers, although these days it's hard to tell. Anyway, he invited me for a drink at his place and I went along, figuring I'd get around to business after the first Scotch. He had a real groovy pad up on 33rd, one of those new apartment buildings, all steel and glass. Real elegant. He was a real good looker, too, around forty, I guess, maybe a little younger. Said his name was Larry. I'll never forget him. Hell, how could I? It's like the first guy I ever had fuck me in front. I'll never forget him, either. Well, Larry was the first one who screwed me in the ass.
"He got out a bottle and we sat down in this living room, which was plush as all get-out. Red carpet and drapes, a bar and stereo-the works. He came over after the first drink and tried something, so I told him to hold off a minute until we discussed price. He seemed real shook up when I told him. He thought I was out for a quick lay and that was all. I told him how the hell could I pay the rent? I said it'd be French for ten, fifteen an hour, twenty-five for the works. He said he'd like to inspect the merchandise first. I told him that'd be ten in advance. I'm wise, you see. I once stripped for a guy and he stood there and beat his meat and that was that.
"So Larry laid a ten-spot on the table, and I moved away across the room and took off my things. He lay back on the couch and watched. I remember he sucked in his breath as my bra and panties came off. I got a real good figure, and I know it. My tits aren't big, but they're a good mouthful, and my ass is slim and firm. There ain't an ounce of fat on me anywheres. Well, I stood there, posing, and I could see he was getting a hard on through his pants. 'You like?' I asked him, and he nodded. 'Okay, what'll it be?' I said, wanting to make sure he wasn't no weirdo. He said French would be fine, or would that be another ten-spot? I thought, with a pad like that, he could afford it, so I told him another ten would make me give him the best goddamn blow job he'd ever had. He hauled out the loot and threw it on the table and then undressed. It was my turn to suck my breath in then. He had a build that wouldn't quit. Broad shoulders, trim waist, nice chest, arms, and legs, and that dick of his, oh, wow ... it made my mouth water just to look at it. Long, smooth, with a big head on it. Just what I needed that night.
"He lay down. I came over and bent down, taking his tool in my hands, feeling him up to make sure he was full hard. He was, real hard, so I closed my mouth over it and went to town. He started groaning and said it was the best yet. I took his balls in my fingers and began playing with them. What a pair they were-round, big, and his sac didn't have much hair on it. He must've been part Indian or something, 'cause he was smooth as a baby's ass just about all over. Around his cock there was a little bush, just enough to make it look interesting, but not so much as to get in the way. I hate those hairy types. Shit, you've gotta go to the dentist for a haircut.
"Larry was great. I went on sucking him, letting that long, smooth cock slide all the way between my lips, over my tongue, and down into my throat. I'm real good at that stuff. I once took nine inches, all the way. Practice makes perfect, I always say, and I've sure sucked enough cock to know what to do with a hard on when I see one. Larry must've had about six or seven, just right to do a good job. I took the end, which was wide and flat (the way I like 'em) with a big slit at the end. I ran my tongue across that, and he started to go through the roof. That always gets 'em. My fingers were playing with his balls, rolling them around, and my nails scraping through the skin, while my mouth went up and down, up and down that lovely length. I could tell he wasn't gonna last too long, so I sucked real hard. I wanted to get it over with and get back to work. I aimed to turn at least five tricks a night in those days. He was moaning away, and then he lifted his hips, driving that thing deep into my throat. He cried out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' and he sure did, gobs and gobs of it spurting out of him. I could tell from the taste that he hadn't come in some time, which was fine. It meant he was enjoying it all the more if he hadn't had a piece of tail recently. Just to add to his pleasure, I quickly slid my finger into his ass-hole, pushing in and massaging his prostate there. I'm telling you, when I do a job, I really do it. Larry lay back, breathing like crazy, and his face and body were covered in sweat. He reached out and pulled my face to his and kissed me. What a kiss that was. Real sloppy, tongue against tongue, in and out the mouth, biting lips-the whole works. Finally, he let me go. I sat up and smiled at him. 'Good, huh?' I asked. He nodded, and his hand came out and touched my boobs. 'You got great tits,' he said. 'Come lie next to me.' I laughed and walked away. 'You got your money's worth, buster,' I said, starting to get dressed. He jumped off the couch and came over to me. 'I'll make it another fifty,' he said, 'if you spend the night and let me fuck you in the ass.' I stopped. I know my face must've shown how I felt. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, and back then it meant even more than today. I'd never had it that way, but what the hell-maybe this guy was a queer after all. I didn't care. 'Okay,' I said. 'You can fuck me, but I ain't spending the night.' He was satisfied, and we rolled back on the couch together. I really started on him then, the old tongue job, top to toe.
"I figured he wouldn't get hard again for a while, so I'd give him my special treatment. After all, he was paying for it, so why not? And I really dug his body. I've always gone kinda ape over a good build. The other girls call me a body freak, and I guess it's true. Larry's body really turned me on. I lay down next to him, and started at his feet, licking his toes, his ankles, up the inside of his legs, almost up to his balls, but not quite, then down again, kissing, sucking, licking. He was kinda ticklish; he was twisting and moving, but he didn't tell me to quit. He loved every minute of it. Up and down the legs, first one, then the other, then finally, up again, right between his legs, pushing there. He lifted his ass, and I went in, past his balls, and felt my tongue touch his anus, which was twitching. I licked him around there, and he moaned. 'Kiss my ass, kiss it,' he said, and I did more than that. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. Oh, wow, he got the treatment all right. His cock was getting hard again by this time, slowly rising off his leg and standing up, real straight. Not like some guys I've had who point due east or west on a hard. Larry's was straight as a ruler, and just as smooth and wide. He grabbed me and pulled me up to him, kissing me all over. My tits were in his mouth, and I felt his tongue across my nipples. Queer or not, he knew how to make love, that's for sure.
"He drew away and reached behind him in a table. From a drawer he took out a jar of vaseline. 'Here, put it on,' he told me. I took the jar and slapped his old whonker with enough grease to lubricate a Cadillac. 'Okay, now over,' he said, pushing me on my stomach.
"He climbed on, and I felt that greasy, slippery dick slide between my cheeks. I crossed my fingers and prayed. I knew some other girls who dug it that way, but they'd told me the first time is the worst. Well, Larry knew what the hell he was doing. He put the end against my anus, and held it there, real gentle, while his hands came round and played with my tits. His lips brushed across my shoulders and the back of my neck, and I felt so hot, I thought I'd have a climax myself right then. 'Relax, relax,' he told me, and I did. The next minute, his dick had slipped in, all the way, and he was pumping it in and out. I didn't know what was happening. His one hand came down into my snatch, and as his fingers pushed in I felt his rod stiffen; then he cried out. Maybe it was that, or his fingers, I don't know, but I came myself, my whole body tingling with that wonderful feeling. It was the greatest fuck I'd ever had. To hell with business, I figured. I stayed the night, and he fucked me twice after that and once in the morning before I left. He was so good I felt like giving him the fifty back, but I didn't, natch. After all, a girl must live."
Shirley Edelman (not her real name) was a woman in her early thirties, living in a large three-storied house in Greenwich Village in New York City. She had come from a poor family on the East Side, and from an early age found out the possibilities of profit from prostitution. As a thirteen-year-old, constantly on the streets, she was indoctrinated into the mechanics of sex by several boys. She became known as "Two-Bit Shirley" after she established the practice of fellating any boy for a quarter. Although many of the boys wanted to experience more, Shirley had an inborn fear of pregnancy that stemmed from her own mother's large family. She remembered too many times how her mother used to scream at her father, blaming his sexual aggressiveness for their poverty. After her seventh child, Mrs. Edelman died in childbirth. This proved a traumatic memory for Shirley, who was eleven at the time.
As she entered puberty and experienced her own growing sexuality, she learned from other girls in the neighborhood how sex could be enjoyed without fear of pregnancy.
Shirley began experimenting in the alleys, and found that boys were only too willing to show her what they had to offer, both physically and financially. She became more than adept at fellatio and manual masturbation, and had quite a following of teenagers who were eager to improve their own experience.
One evening Shirley was attacked by three boys and raped in an alley. Fortunately, no pregnancy resulted, but Shirley had finally graduated to vaginal intercourse and found it more than enjoyable. She took to more ambitious prostitution, not only with the young men in her neighborhood, but moving up to 42nd Street and Broadway. She left home and moved in with two other prostitutes who had a large apartment on West 8th Street. They operated together and managed to make more than a meager income, moving eventually to a larger house on 14th Street.
As the years passed, and Shirley became thoroughly immersed in the economic and social intricacies of her profession, she began to realize that while a good whore could command a good fee, it was always the pimp and the madam in a whorehouse who came out ahead. She embarked on a strict savings plan, intending to secure a property and run her own stable of girls. Through one of her wealthier regular customers, Shirley managed to secure a run-down three-storied warehouse in Greenwich Village. Over a period of time, she was able to restore the place and divide it into several small apartments, which she rented out to girls in return for a cut of their takings.
Shirley herself had by this time cut down on her own activity as a prostitute. For her own personal pleasure, she indulged in anal intercourse, having been indoctrinated by one of her customers who preferred it that way. For her, it combined the most appealing erotic enjoyment without any fear of possible pregnancy.
By the time Shirley was thirty, she had begun drinking quite heavily. Her attention to business matters became sloppy and her control of the girls in her house was lax. Normally, she kept a strict hand on what went on in order to avoid any possible trouble with the authorities. However, one night there was a fight in one of the rooms, and a girl was stabbed. The police were called, and Shirley found herself experiencing a major setback in her plans. Although no formal charges were proffered, she was aware that her house was known and that it would only be a matter of time before the law clamped down completely.
About this time, Shirley was approached by a crime reporter on one of the top New York newspapers. He was working on a book dealing with the sex habits of the poor classes in urban areas. Shirley, who was always willing to do anything for money, readily agreed to tell her story. After hearing a brief outline of her background, upbringing, and way of life, the reporter realized that she was an ideal subject for his research. He was particularly intrigued when he was told about her preference for anal intercourse, having discovered that many of the poorer classes, both urban and rural, indulged in this type of sex often out of nothing more than sheer animalism, sometimes out of the fear of pregnancy.
Over a period of many interviews, Shirley related her story. She had taken a liking to the reporter, and held nothing back, relating her experiences and reactions in her own way.
"You wanna know how a girl gets into the whoring racket? Easy. Money. You know the first thing I remember about my home life? I remember my pa walking naked into my ma's room and saying, 'Okay, let's fuck.' And my older brothers standing at the door and watching. Hell, in our house anything went. Nobody cared. My old man would screw my mother anytime he felt like it. When I was young, real young, I thought he was hurting her. Later, I realized what the hell was happening. But it still wasn't any picnic for me. I had my brothers who were always feeling me up and saying dirty things about girls. The whole damn house seemed to revolve around sex. It was all my father did when he was home, and it was all everyone seemed to talk about.
"My oldest brother, Carl, was about twelve when he came into my room one night and told me to play with his cock. I didn't know why. It just seemed like fun at the time. He said it felt good, and that was the first real time I had my hands on one. I remember I thought it felt funny, all hard and jumping when I squeezed it. Carl wasn't circumcised, and I pulled his skin back and saw that red head stick out. He told me it was a lollipop and to suck it. I guess I must've known better then, and I was too young for him to force it. I just played with it until he shot off and came all over my hands. He moaned and said it felt real good, but I started crying, thinking I had hurt him. It wasn't a good scene, and he didn't try it again. I think I was only about nine or so then.
"I don't think I was ever really happy at home. Mother was too busy having babies and being screwed by my pa, and they told me to go outside and play most of the time. Outside was a crummy street with garbage everywhere, rats running around, and a bunch of kids who were as rough as they come. I had a few close friends, girls up the block, and we'd play hopscotch and stuff like that, and stand and watch whatever happened up and down the block. There was usually a fight every day, or someone's wife being thrown out, or beat up. Real classy neighborhood, I'm telling you. The only thing I really learned was the value of money. Without it, you're a dead duck. With it, you can call the shots, no matter what. I decided real young to try and have lots of money when I grew up, so I could live in a decent place, buy decent clothes, and do what I wanted to.
"There was a girl I knew, Flora, who lived two doors up. Flora was about six years older'n me. She'd been whoring since she was twelve, and one day she gave me a real talk. She said if I wanted to, I could make myself a few bucks by sucking off the kids. That was how she started. I was about twelve, I guess. I remembered how my older brother had tried to make me do that once. I asked
Flora what it was like. She laughed and said, 'Just like an all-day sucker, doll, with a special flavor all its own.' She said she'd bring around a guy one day and I could try it. I didn't want her to do that in my house, because pa might come home, or my brothers, so she said I could come over to her place one afternoon. I said okay, and about a week later Flora stopped by and took me over to her apartment. She had this young guy there, Stan, who was about nineteen. 'Stan wants a little action,' she said. 'I told him you'd like to try. He knows it's your first time, so don't be scared.' Stan was real nice, not rough like most of the boys on the block. He told me he liked young girls to suck him off. He lay down on the couch, and Flora unzipped his pants and took out his prick. It was kinda small, and she played with it and got it hard.
"I sat there, watching, wondering how it was that a guy's cock could be so small soft, and then get so big when it was hard. Stan's was thick and stubby, and he was circumcised. His head was wide and flat and had a big slit across the end. 'Okay, get with it,' said Flora, moving off the couch. I sat down, carefully bent down, and started sucking on Stan's cock. 'Don't be afraid of it,' said Flora, 'Go down all the way. Let it go into your throat.' I did, and almost gagged. Flora sat there, and gave me a first lesson in cocksucking. She showed me how to close my lips around the end, lick the slit with my tongue, and then lower my mouth down, keeping it tight around the shaft, until it was all the way in, then kinda chomp on it awhile, and then lift up and down. Stan just lay back and had a ball. He kept staring at me, but he didn't try to touch me or kiss me or anything. All he wanted was to watch me suck his prick. 'You can tell when he's gonna come,' Flora explained. 'It'll get real hard and a little thicker and start throbbing. Don't stop then, whatever you do. Keep going, harder and quicker, and when he shoots, swallow it.' I asked her what it tasted like and she told me to find out. 'It's fine,' she said. 'Best taste in the world.'
"I wasn't sure how I'd be when Stan did finally shoot, but I sure did find out. He had begun groaning and humping his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I had to hold on to it with my hand to stop him from choking me. Then I felt it quiver, and my mouth filled with his come. The first thing I thought was that it tasted salty, but I was really too busy swallowing and not getting swamped with all that jism that came shooting out into me. Wow, that kid must've shot his whole guts out that day. I lifted off and watched his prick as it slowly got soft and wrinkled up into his hair again. Okay?' I asked him, and looked at Flora, because I knew she would tell me if I had done right. Stan smiled and nodded. Flora laughed. 'Did you like it?' she asked me, and I told her it was all right. I really at that time hadn't developed a liking for it as I did later. She turned to Stan and asked him if he wanted to go again, and he said he didn't. 'Okay, kid,' Flora said to me. 'You run on home. I'll talk to you later.' She walked me to the door and gave me a quarter, and I went home. I only found out a long time after that the dirty bitch had got three bucks from Stan and had only given me a quarter, and I did all the work.
"Yeah, Flora taught me how to suck cock that day, and later, remembering how she had kept the money, she taught me never to trust a whore. Including me, baby. I'll screw anyone for a buck, let me clue you right now. It's screw or be screwed, and that's the way it was in the neighborhood I grew up in.
"Well, after that day, I figured I'd make a little loot on my own. A day or so afterwards, I was standing outside our apartment, and two boys came by. I'd seen one of them before. Mike was his name, a real husky kid, and the way he filled his pants was something else again. I had always liked him. They stopped and talked. Mike introduced his friend, Eliot, and we sat on the trash cans behind the building and talked. Eliot was kinda nice, and he kept saying how pretty I was and how much he'd like to get in my pants. Mike told him to quit that kinda talk, but I think they both wanted to screw real bad, because Mike finally reached over and touched my leg. I told him to lay off, and then, I don't know how I got the courage, I told him that if they liked I'd suck them off for a quarter each. 'In advance,' I said. They looked at each other and grinned. Mike reached into his pants pocket and took out the money. 'Where?' he asked. 'Your place,' I said. He told me his ma was home, but maybe we could go behind some packing cases further up the alley. We walked up there, and I noticed that Eliot had already started getting hard. His pants were sticking out in front.
"We found five or six large empty packing cases behind the furniture store. One was big enough to crawl into. The guys went in, and I followed. By the time I was there, they had their pants unzipped and their cocks out.
"I was holding onto the fifty-cent piece Mike had given me, and with my other hand I took Eliot's cock while I lowered my mouth over Mike's. They sat back and watched while I sucked Mike, running my tongue up and down his length. He had a real long cock, with lots of skin that came right over the end, even when it was hard. I nibbled with my teeth, pulling the skin back and exposing the head to my lips. He put his hands on my head and held it down. 'Great, baby, great,' he said. 'Suck it good.' He must've been real horny that day, because it didn't take long. I soon felt it start to jerk and jump and he pushed up so it hit the back of my throat, and then I felt it spurt, and I got that taste again as I swallowed great gobs of his come. As soon as he finished, I lifted off and went right down on Eliot, who was hard as a board. He had a little smaller dick than Mike, and he was circumcised. I sucked him, also rubbing the bottom of his prick with my hand and playing with his balls. In a few minutes, he had shot off and I sat back, wiped my mouth, and smiled at them. 'Okay?' I asked, because I still wasn't sure if I was doing it the way I should. They both said it was great and they'd come by tomorrow again. I told them okay, then crawled back out of the packing case into the alley.
"I ran back home and put the fifty cents in a box I kept at the back of a closet. By the end of that week, I had three dollars in the box. I felt I was on my way to making myself a million dollars. I naturally didn't get any allowance. My father did good if he made enough to keep food on the table and rent paid, so I figured anything I made myself I would keep and stash away for things I wanted.
"Mike and Eliot came by the next day again, and we went back down the alley. The packing cases were still there, and we crawled inside. I did Mike first, and then he left and I did Eliot. By the time I had finished him, Mike was back with another friend of his. He asked me if I'd do him, too. Of course, I did. Hell, by this time I knew it was an easy way to make myself some cash, and I was beginning to enjoy it. I had started comparing cocks in my own mind, knowing which kind I liked best, and how I liked to do it. Mike was my favorite. He had the biggest and longest cock, with lots of skin. By the time a few weeks had passed, I used to look forward to seeing him and getting that lovely piece of meat between my lips. The best afternoon we ever had was when we went back to his place. He said his parents would be gone, and we'd be alone.
"I got in there with him, and we both got undressed and crawled up on the bed. I didn't just suck him that day. I licked his whole body, and ran my fingers over his skin. He was real well built, with lots of muscle and a smooth chest. He wanted to fuck me, but I told him I wouldn't do that. I'd suck him off, but that's all. He did go down on me, though, and that was the first time I'd had it done to me. I'll never forget how he crawled down between my legs, and his head came down, kissing my twat. I'd never felt anything so good. His mouth closed over my mound, and his tongue pushed in, licking my flesh and searching for my clit. When he hit that, I thought I'd go through the roof. He lay there, licking and sucking me and rubbing his hands over my tits, which weren't very big then, but big enough to make me feel good, and give him lots of extra thrills. I looked down between his legs, and his cock was jerking and throbbing by itself. I wanted to eat it so bad, so I swung around, and we got in a sixty-nine position and lay there, sucking on each other. His prick was harder than ever before, and when my mouth closed around it, he twisted and pushed it in and out real fast. I felt his tongue going to town on my twat, and we rolled together, the sweat pouring off our bodies, until finally he gave a big moan, and I felt him shoot. Oh, that was the best time I'd ever had with him till then. He pulled me up to him and kissed me on the lips. He had never done that before, and I thrilled at his lips touching mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth. We lay there and necked up a storm, his hands running over my body and feeling me up. After a while his prick started getting hard again, and he wanted to put it in me. 'Come on, let me fuck you,' he whispered, and I told him no. 'I'll suck you again, but no fucking,' I said.
"He said that was okay, but couldn't he just put it by my cunt lips. He promised he wouldn't push it in, just let it sit there. I figured that might be fun, so I lay back and spread my legs. Mike got up and lay on top of me, holding himself up on his arms and knees, and slowly lowered his prick till the end of it was touching me there. It felt like an electric shock, and he let it rub across the front, tickling my skin. He really dug watching it. I did, too, and it fell good. He pushed it in just about an inch, so the head was in out of sight, and the rest of his cock sticking out. I guess the head was rubbing my clitoris, because I felt the most wonderful feeling-like when he had been sucking on me. He started moving it, not in and out, just around, rotating his hips. 'Hey, that's great,' he said. 'Lookit, lookit.' We watched as he moved his body so his prick was rubbing around in my cunt lips. I liked it, but I guess I got scared that he'd push it all the way in, so I scooted back so it came out and lay between my legs. 'Okay, that's enough,' I said. He came forward, straddling me, and pushed it into my mouth. "Suck,' he said, and I didn't need telling twice. I went at it, licking and sliding down his shaft to his balls. This was the first time we'd been naked together and it was really the only chance I'd had to suck on his balls. He liked that, and I played with his crotch, jerking his cock while my mouth took his balls one at a time, rolling them round and tonguing them. I really dug that. Mike had large balls, and they felt good in my hand. The extra excitement must've made him hornier than ever, because it wasn't long before he started groaning and jammed his tool way in and shot once more. This time, he left it in my mouth after he came, and I sucked it gently.
"He told me to take it easy, and that's when I learned how sensitive a guy's prick can be after shooting. Mike told me right after his orgasm he could hardly stand being touched there, so I just held it in my mouth and very slowly licked across the end with my tongue, just enough to let him feel it, but not hard enough to make him jump. After a while, he pulled it out and sat back. I stared at his meat lying across his leg. The skin had come back over the head, and it looked beautiful, so long, thick, and smooth, no veins on it like Eliot's had. Of all the cocks I had, Mike's was the best ever. I often think about that guy and wonder what happened to him. He moved away about a year after I'd first sucked him off, and I never saw him again.
"All this activity with the guys in the neighborhood must've established me as the leading contender for the cocksucking crown. All I know is that I suddenly became the most sought after kid around. At least by the boys. And those quarters were coming in fast and furious. My record was twelve guys one afternoon. Jeez, by the time I got home I felt I'd bust from all the come I'd swallowed. I felt a little sick, but when I put those quarters in my private bank, I felt good again. Hell, I was making money like crazy.
"Obviously gals like Flora didn't dig my rates, though. Remember she got three bucks and only gave me a quarter? She came to me and said she'd heard I was giving the best blow jobs in town, and for only a quarter. I told her so what? She got mad and said I was ruining her business, as some of the young guys she had were coming to me. It was a helluva situation, and I just laughed it off. But Flora was a real bitch. She set up three guys to come to me, but made sure they got more than just a blow job. This was the day I got fucked for the first time. I really wasn't fucked. I was raped, and good and plenty, too. I'll never forget it.
"I'd been waiting on the street in the afternoon, and these three came up to me. They said Mike had sent them, and how about it? They flashed their money, so we went around into the alley. They said they figured this was too public, and why not in a deserted store around the corner? I said okay, and they led the way about two blocks, then went around the back and into this old warehouse. It was empty and completely private and over against the wall was a beat-up couch just about falling apart, but at least it was something to sit on. I told them to come over there, but before I got there, one of them grabbed me and tried to kiss me. I told him to lay off and pulled away, and then the other two held me by the arms.
" 'You're really gonna git it now,' the first one said, and he came forward, his hand down low, reaching under my dress for my snatch. I screamed, and then a hand was clamped over my mouth and I felt the guy in front pulling down my panties. I stared and saw him take out his prick and start playing with it. It was kinda big, and normally I'd have been happy to go down on him. But I could tell now what they had in mind. I struggled and kicked and got away from the one who was holding me and belted the other one across the face. They cussed me and made a grab, and this time all three of them carried me, kicking like crazy, over to the couch and threw me down. 'You better shut up, or you'll get beat up,' said one, and I could tell from his voice he meant business. He walked forward with his cock sticking out. 'Suck,' he said. 'Get it hard.' I was real scared by this time, so I took it in my hands and licked the end, trying to take it, but I was shaking and trembling so much I just couldn't. I started crying then, figuring that would make them stop. I remember someone saying once no guy'll fuck a broad if she's crying. Whoever said that's a goddamn liar.
"Those three meant business. They slapped me hard. 'Quit that bawling!' one of them shouted. 'You're gonna git fucked.' They all went at it then, tearing my clothes off until I was bare-ass naked on that couch. They took off their pants, and by this time they were all hard. Two held me down while the third climbed on, kissing me all over, licking my crotch and pawing me, squeezing my tits real hard until I cried out. Then I felt the end of the first cock go into me, pushing between my cunt lips and pressing in. It stopped a moment, and then he jammed it in, all the way. I felt something go inside me and a searing pain racked my groin. I screamed out, and then he was pounding it in and out, his balls slapping against my skin every time he rammed home. One of the guys straddled me, sitting on my stomach, and pushed his cock into my mouth. 'Suck, bitch,' he said, and I was forced to suck him at the same time the other one was raping me real hard and violent. I thought for a moment: Maybe I'll faint or something. But I didn't. I was helpless, and they were going to do their worst. Hell, if they'd only been a little easier, but they wanted to do it and get it over with. I felt the prick in my snatch, big and wide and throbbing like mad every time it went in-and then he must've come, because he pulled out and the other guy took his place. His prick was bigger. I could feel the difference, and his movements were slower, more like pushing it in real easy, like he was enjoying it. By this time, the pleasure took over, and I didn't feel the pain anymore, just the ecstasy that flooded through me every time that cock went in and twisted around inside me and then slid out again. The third one's cock was jamming in and out of my mouth and I was licking it as best I could. Hell, I couldn't really do much. I was too scared. I was too uncomfortable, too, and above all, I was mad. I'd always thought one day I would let a guy do it, but he'd have to be someone special, someone I really dug, a good-looking, clean-cut guy that I felt something for. Instead, I got these three studs who couldn't care about anything except getting their rocks off. Well, those are the breaks when you come from a neighborhood like I did.
"The first one who'd fucked me was standing back, and then he must've looked down and seen the blood, because he said, 'Jeez, she's cherry.' The others didn't pay him any attention. They were too busy fucking, one in my mouth, the other up my cunt. They went on, pounding away, until finally I tasted come in my mouth and I knew he was over. He pulled out as soon as he'd finished shooting, and stood back, watching the other one, who was almost there. He lay down, grabbing me and holding me real tight, while his hips jammed his cock in and out, faster and faster, and then he gave a loud shout and I could feel his rod throb as it discharged into me.
"Then he got up and they all stared down at the red stain around my cunt, and the blood on the couch. They looked at each other, and then the first one said to me, 'How come you were cherry?' All of a sudden, my anger spilled out, and I screamed at them. 'You bunch of mother-fuckers! I was because I was, and that's why.' They looked real sorry then, and one said, 'Well, you suck for a quarter.' I told him. 'So what?' I went over and got my clothes and told them to get the hell out before I called the cops, and they beat it real fast. I got dressed and went home and took a hot bath, put on some other clothes, and went over to see a girl friend. Not Flora, someone else who I knew could tell me what to do. I didn't want to get knocked up. She gave me a hot douche and told me to let her know if I didn't have my period. I prayed a helluva lot those next weeks, and then I came on, and I was never so thankful in my life.
"Well, after that I just went at it every way. I figured as I'd lost my cherry, what the hell. ... So I began some real steady fucking. I made sure the guys wore a rubber or else made sure they didn't shoot in me. I did all right, and let me tell you, not once with all the guys I took on did I get pregnant. Pretty good going, I'd say, especially being as young as I was.
"Every week I'd add up my savings, which I still kept secret. I decided I'd better put it somewhere safe, so I took it all one day to the bank and opened an account. Back then I was real careful about my money. These past ten years I've gotten kinda careless, but then, I figure, if I want a bottle, I'll get it. I didn't used to drink back then. What the hell-life is for living, I say.
"Anyway, like I told you before, I had this guy one night who wanted to screw me in the ass. It went off okay, and next day, laying in bed and thinking about it, I realized I dug it. I mean, really liked it. Maybe it was because everyone else wanted my pussy, and I'd got tired of that scene. There's not that much excitement in it when you get two or three guys a night plugging away. They hump and grunt and that's that. It's a job. But to get it in the ass, that "was something new and different, and it felt great. With that dick up there, it made me feel just as good, maybe better, than up my snatch.
"Lots of my girl friends had told me about having it that way, but I never knew how good it was till I tried it. After that, I reserved that for special guys, or one special one that I started going with. His name was Al. He was a truck driver, big and beefy, but not fat, you understand. I really dug him the most. He had a great cock, too, long and thick. I really went to town on that piece of meat.
"He knew I was a whore, but this didn't faze him one bit. He liked to fuck asses, he told me, and what I did with the rest of the equipment he couldn't care less. Al met me one night in a bar in the Village. This was before I'd opened my house there. I was living up on 14th, I think, in a nice little apartment. Al'd come up whenever he was in town, which was about once or twice a month, sometimes more often, depending on what runs he had.
"That first night, I figured him for a trick, and before we left the bar I made it clear that there'd be some bread involved. He laughed and told me when I saw what he had to offer, I'd be paying him. I told him I'd heard that from just about every guy I'd shacked up with. Why is it every guy thinks his cock is the greatest? Anyway, Al came back with me that night and we rolled into bed. He'd told me what he wanted, and I told him how much it'd be, and he said fine. So he started, and would you believe he just made love to me for about an hour before he even touched my twat or made any move like that? He was so gosh-darned sweet and gentle, I nearly went out of my mind. He put his mouth on mine and his tongue touched my lips. It was fire. Now I know. I've been to bed with so many guys, I have a rating system, and when I start twitching, I know a guy's got something. I mean, like most whores, I can make like I'm being turned on, especially when a guy's got a small dick and thinks he's hurting you. Oh, wow, you'd bust a gut if you knew the number of times I've moaned and screamed and carried on like it was the biggest thing I'd ever had up my cunt. Those with small dongs usually come fast, too, which is good. There's nothing worse than a small dick poking around inside. I like 'em big, so you can tell you've been fucked, really fucked, I mean.
"Well, Al went on making love, just kissing, sucking my lips, and sliding his tongue over my face and neck, saying how lovely I was and all that shit. It was great, and then I started getting so hot myself I wanted him. Maybe this was his system, I don't know. He sure got me wanting that dick more than any guy I'd ever had before. But he held back, telling me to hold my horses. We had all night, he said; as far as I was concerned, he had about another hour before I'd up my price. But by the time he was through, I forgot even what I'd said it would be. He was so great in bed. Finally he let me touch his whonker, and by this time it had been hard for long enough. It was almost ready to burst, and it felt like it. A big thick rod, lots of skin, and a big flat head that just about fit in my mouth. It felt so good when I finally closed my lips around it, I almost came myself just from the excitement.
"He lay back and let me suck, up and down that shaft of his, down to his balls, taking each one in my mouth and rolling it around while my fingers played with his rod. It was the greatest ever, and he loved every minute of it, too. He lifted his butt slightly and let my tongue creep under his sac and between his ass cheeks. 'Suck it, suck it,' he whispered and I knew what he wanted. I pushed under, pulling his ass cheeks apart with my hands, so my mouth could reach his hole. My tongue touched his anus and pushed in, and he groaned. "That's it, that's it, kiss my ass,' he said, and I went at it, licking and pushing in with my tongue while my hand played with his cock, rubbing that skin up and down. I could tell from his firmness that he was about to come, and I didn't want him to shoot in my hand. I wanted that come pouring down my throat, so I slid back round to the front and took it once more in my mouth. He pulled me off. 'I'm gonna come,' he said, 'and I want to come in your ass.' Nothing could have pleased me more, and my ass twitched at the thought of him shoving that big dick all the way in..
"I lay on my side and lifted one leg over his body. He pushed his dick between my thighs, past my snatch, and through to my ass-hole. I lifted it up and pushed down, feeling that gorgeous big flat head press against my anus. It was slippery from my saliva and his lube that was oozing out of the end, and it had no trouble probing my flesh.
"As it pushed my ass-hole open and slid in, I gave a groan, not because of his size or anything, but just because of the sheer ecstasy that flooded through me at that instant. His long lovemaking had lifted me to a peak of anticipation, I guess. I know I was ready for it, my cunt was churning, and I felt I'd have an orgasm any moment. Slowly he slid that rod into me, deeper and deeper, and I felt it ram home right up inside my belly somewhere, and that's what did it. I felt myself convulse and shudder and my cunt flowed with my warm wet juices and I cried out and grabbed him, my nails tearing into his flesh and my mouth searching for his as my body trembled with my climax. I think it was the best goddamn climax I'd ever had, and it really meant something to me at that moment.
"It really surprised him, he told me later. He figured I wouldn't get there till much later, as he was playing with my twat or something like that. But with just his prick up an ass making a gal blow was something he had never experienced with a woman before. He told me most broads he'd fucked that way had done it because he wanted it, not because they enjoyed it. It was obvious to him I was loving every minute of it, and every inch of his cock. That really made him feel good, he told me. He showed it, too, because as soon as I had had my orgasm, he began pounding his prick in and out, not violently, but with smooth, easy, regular thrusts that felt wonderful.
"We were facing each other, and he began kissing me as he fucked me, and his tongue slid over my face and neck, down to my breasts, and he took them in his mouth. I felt his teeth close around my nipples, first one, then the other; his teeth ground back and forth, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to send shivers of delight through me, making my sphincter contract and tighten around his cock as it slid in and out. My tits felt like they were on fire, and his mouth only added to the feeling. 'Suck me, suck me!' I cried out. 'Bite 'em, bite 'em!' His mouth closed over the ends, and his tongue went wild, flicking across my nipples, hard as marbles, and his teeth sank in. Jeez, I thought I was going to pop my cork right then. It was like nothing I'd ever had before from any man.
"He reached down with his hand and pushed his fingers between my cunt lips, opening them and probing inside. I felt his two fingers close around my clitoris and start tweaking it, playing with it, and then he pushed deeper. 'More, more!' I told him, and he pushed three fingers in. Hell, he could probably have gotten his whole hand inside the way I felt that night. He knew what to do. His fingers spread my flesh, flicking around my clit and probing through the soft juicy folds, giving me more and more pleasure to blend with the ecstasy his cock was giving me up my ass.
"That first night with Al really made me realize how much I preferred ass-fucking to anything else, except maybe cocksucking. Maybe it's the old story of not mixing business with pleasure. My cunt was my business, and had made me a lot of loot. My ass was my pleasure, and though sometimes it became business, it was mainly for my own satisfaction. There was more for me in having a good piece of meat sliding in and out of my ass-hole. My one gal friend said it could have something to do with the way I'm built inside, or something like that. I don't know.
"That night Al pounded away, slowly, regular like, and each time he slid in, it felt like ten thousand little fingers grabbing at my insides, each one feeling better than the other, sending shivers and chills through me. His tongue sliding over my skin, over my neck, my cheeks, and closing around my lips, his mouth sucking, licking . ... Hell, it's hard for me to really tell you how wonderful it all felt. His hand was up my snatch, his cock up my ass, and I was almost up the wall with the way I felt. I knew I was going to come again soon, and I wanted to make it happen the same time he did. He couldn't hold off much longer, I felt sure. He'd had his rod in me long enough already, and it was flexing, throbbing, and I could feel it get harder and thicker and I felt any minute he'd shoot his load into me.
"I was moaning and calling out his name, and then I felt his hands stiffen. One gripped me around the ass real hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, while the other one pushed even deeper into my cunt. I knew this was it. He was going to come. I opened my mouth and our tongues tangled between our lips as he pressed against me, and then I felt his balls slap hard against my ass as he rammed home, real hard, and held his cock there. My ass-hole could feel the cord at the back of his prick flexing, and inside I felt the warm rush of his come as he shot into me, on and on, load after load. My own insides quivered, and I had another orgasm myself, with my whole body shaking and trembling from the excitement. From his throat I heard little animal grunts and moans, and then it was over, and we clung together. I felt the sweat stream down our skins, dripping off our bodies onto the sheet. He looked down at me and grinned. 'Pretty good fucking, huh?' he said, and I nodded. 'Best ever,' I replied, and I meant it. Slowly his prick softened and slipped out of my ass. I lay down next to him, and we lit cigarettes. As we smoked, his hands trailed over my body, touching me everywhere, tickling my tits, rubbing my nipples, and then sliding down into my cunt. He let his fingers push in, gently touching and probing me. Oh, it was heaven, absolute fucking heaven. I hadn't had a night like that in years.
"Al stayed with me all that night, and next morning he took me in his arms again and we started all over. He never left for three days, and every time we did it, it was better 'n' better. He had lots of tricks, too. Ever hear of the scarf bit? That was a dilly. He knew what I liked, and he was hung up on ass-holes anyway, so he told me about something that would make him feel better when he came. He told me to get a silk scarf. I had a whole drawer full. I asked him what color? He laughed and said, 'Any color.' I handed it over and he knotted it in small knots, every two or three inches along. When he'd finished, it had a piece at one end without knots, and the rest of it had these small knots in it. 'Now, watch,' he said. 'I'll show you, so you can do it next time.' He lay back, his legs in the air, greased his ass with vaseline, and then pushed the knotted scarf up, a knot at a time, until it was all up there with just the plain piece hanging out. 'What's it feel like?' I asked him, and he laughed. 'like I gotta take a healthy crap,' he said. 'But good, baby.' Then he pushed me over and started making love to me. He sucked on my ass-hole till I thought I'd come from the way I felt. His tongue was as thick and good as his prick, and he loved to lick me, starting at my pussy and sliding round to my ass-hole, then pushing in with his tongue while his finger went into my cunt and did its work there. He worked me up to such a point that I was gasping and crying out, 'Fuck my ass, fuck it.' He lifted up, and moved his hips forward. I felt his prick touch my anus and I shivered. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, every inch of that rock-hard fucking cock up inside me, making me feel good again. He stopped, and took my hand, placing it under his ass. I could feel the end of the scarf hanging out of him. 'Now, when I tell you, pull it out,' he said. 'But be sure and pull it out slowly', not quickly. I don't want my ass-hole ripped. Understand?' T don't get it,' I said. 'Listen, it works, that's all,' he said. 'It makes me just about blow my mind.'
"Only later did he explain all the technical jazz about the knots massaging his prostate as they were pulled out. At that moment, I just did what he said, and let it go. I'd had some weirdos who wanted all sorts of shit when they came, like a soft banana up their ass, or a wiener, or whatever. You get 'em all in my business, and you gotta be ready for anything.
"So Al pushed his cock in, and I felt it slide in and began moving my ass, twitching my hole and gripping his flesh as it entered me. In my mind I pictured that wonderful big dick, with all its smooth skin sliding back off that flat head, entering me, going in deep into me and sending me into another world.
"He started pumping, like he always did, slowly, regularly, holding it all the way in for a few seconds before pulling back out. His hands went to my tits this time; he took one in each hand, gripping them and letting his thumbs caress my nipples back and forth. Oh, wow, what sensations! His cock started in faster, and I felt from the way it flexed as it went in, and the way his hands grabbed my tits harder, that he was approaching his climax. He began moaning, 'Good fucking, good fucking'; and then he cried out, 'Pull the scarf, baby, pull it out easy.'
"I jerked and felt the first knot slip out of his ass-hole, and then with one long slow pull, I got the rest out, and he really screamed out then, and his cock literally jumped inside me, spurting his load, quickly, violently, and his entire body trembled and shook like never before. Then he pulled out and lay beside me, groaning loudly. 'Oh, baby, oh, baby, that was it, that was it.' I thought maybe he was hurting or something, and asked him, but then he quieted down, and smiled. 'Hurt?' he asked. 'Hell, no. It was just too good to bear.' That's when he told me how it felt with the knots passing over his prostate gland as he was coming, and adding to the feeling inside him. He said it was like coming, only twice as good and twice as long. I took his word for it. Not being a man, I couldn't say, but from his reactions, I knew it had to be something extra special.
"Al really dug everything that had to do with the ass. He told me if I liked being fucked there, maybe I could understand why he liked it. He really dug my sucking on his ass, too. Sometimes we'd lie in a sixty-nine position and just suck away, his tongue pushing into my ass and then into my twat, while I sucked on his ass and also his cock. I loved his prick. It was just the kind I enjoyed, and I'd just as soon have him shoot in my mouth as up my rear end. It was all the kind of sex we both enjoyed.
"Hey, I mentioned about the banana bit some weirdo wanted one night. He didn't want it stuck inside his ass, just squashed around my ass-hole, and then he ate it away until he reached my skin, and that's when he came. Well, Al had something like this we did once. It was kinda fun. He got a banana still kinda firm, peeled it, naturally, and then shoved it up my ass. He left just a little sticking out. He lay down and started eating it, pulling it out slowly, while his fingers played with my cunt. I was eating his prick while he did this, and wow, it was a wild night. Every bite he took, I felt that banana slide a little further out, until it was all gone. That's when Al slid around, shoved his cock up where the banana had been, and fucked me solid until he shot. Oh, Al was a wild one, all right, and I loved every minute with him.
"He also liked to fuck me between the tits. He'd straddle me and push his hard on between my boobs, which he held together with his hands. I'd open my mouth, and every time he pushed forward, his head would slide through his foreskin and out into my mouth, and I'd suck it awhile, and then he'd pull it back. It was pretty wild, just like all the times we had together.
"I think Al was the only man I really enjoyed completely. I mean, I'd been fucking and sucking for so long that there really wasn't that much excitement unless it was someone special, someone who could turn me on. Al turned me on from the first night I saw him. There was something about his build, real broad, masculine, rough and tough, but with a strange streak of tenderness about him. How can we tell why it is some people do that to us, and some don't? I once got horny for a guy looking at his wrists. He had thick wrists, and they looked so strong and powerful, I just wanted him to hold me, to crush me in his arms. When we got into bed, he had a cock about the size of my little finger, and wow, did I laugh? It just goes to show you.
"Al stayed with me for a long time. I mean, whenever he was in town. I guess you'd say we had an affair going, though we never talked about love or anything like that. Love is for the birds anyway. It's fucking everyone wants, and to hell with the sentiment.
"I get sentimental over dogs and cats, but not people. I figure we got brains and intelligence, and anything we want, we got sense enough to go after. Some people don't have sense to come in out of the rain, but then that's their problem, not mine. I'm after me, because no mother-fucker in this life has ever cared what happened to me. Not even my parents. Maybe my mother, but then she died when I was eleven, and she died because my father did nothing but fuck her and I've always said he fucked her to death. And he never showed me any affection. Looking back, I often wonder why he never tried to fuck me, like some fathers do. I know Flora told me her pa once screwed her, and she was only ten at the time. That was a rough neighborhood I grew up in, and maybe it just hardened me. I do know I can take care of myself. I always have, and always will. And as far as ass-fucking is concerned, that's my bag, and my business. Why? I can't really say. Some people like vanilla, others strawberry. It's a matter of what you like and what you don't, I guess. Besides, who cares? I'm the one who's getting it. It's my ass, to do with what I choose. And if you want any, you've only got to ask, and slap your loot on the table, brother."
Frank S-, the reporter, questioned Shirley Edelman further, but found that the woman's rationale over her sex preference was simple: she had no qualms over indulging in anal intercourse because it was what gave her the most pleasure. She admitted that normal vaginal penetration was pleasurable, but because of the length of her activity as a prostitute, she had lost any sensitivity over its significance. She felt that most men wanted vaginal penetration, and because of the variance of types she had serviced, she couldn't care less about her own feelings in that direction. When she had intercourse, she did it merely as something to earn money. She confessed that on one occasion she even leaned back, spread her legs, and read a book while the man completed the act. She received as much enjoyment from it as she might have from urinating. Without the mental stimulus, it was obvious she had divorced all emotional feeling from the act.
Her physical reactions to anal intercourse, however, were such that she could gain complete satisfaction and emotional release from going with a man such as her lover, Al, who seemed to be the only man with whom she had any close feelings, or as close as a woman of her type and position could exhibit.
S-'s conclusions showed that a girl growing up under such conditions of poverty and emotional starvation could only degenerate into a position of cold detachment from normal human relationships. Therein lies the tragedy of girls who lack the opportunity to make something of their lives.
Shirley admitted that there had been times when she had dreams of marriage, of a home and a family and a pleasantly acceptable life in society, but she' knew she had gone too far down the road she chose to ever turn back. Her drinking, which had become excessive, was only another step in her ultimate downfall, which she accepted as a possible ultimate end to her life. She had few ambitions left, other than to survive, have enough for her rent, food, and liquor, and an occasional man to satisfy her anal desires.