Chapter 5
HARBOR GIRL
"It ain't that much different, gettin' screwed in the ass. I mean, all those girls up there do it. Lotsa boys, too. The first time it happened was with my pa. He was a regular stud, he was. Even my ma said so. And pa didn't do it 'cause he was drunk or anythin' like that. He always liked me, he said, and he was just waitin' till I was old enough before he showed me how. How old? Oh, about fourteen or so, which ain't so young in the hills to get screwed, take it from me. I reckon I was lucky and didn't get caught like some of the gals up there. I had a friend who was only eleven when three boys got her in the barn and she just about died. One of them was real big and he fucked her front and back and just about tore her apart. Things like that happen lots of times. like I say, maybe I was lucky.
"Anyway, pa came to me one night and said he wanted to show me how to handle a boy if I got cornered. Ma was away takin' care of a sick friend, and my brothers were asleep, so I guess pa figured it'd be okay. He came into my room and put his hand on my shoulder. 'You awake, Annie?' he asked, real quiet. I was just about asleep, and he kinda scared me. I sat up in bed and asked him what was wrong. Then I saw that he was naked, and I got scared. Not because of seein' him naked, 'cause I'd done that lotsa times, but now I knew it was 'cause of somethin' else.
"He put his hand on my arm and slid it down to my hand, takin' my fingers and squeezin' them. 'Don't be scared,' he said, and his voice was real sweet and tender. My pa could be the greatest guy when he wanted to. 'What do you want, pa?' I asked him again, and he sat down on the bed, and put my hand on his leg. It was sorta half dark, bein' as there was only the light coming from his room next door. I remember my heart was beatin' real fast and I didn't know what he expected me to do. 'I'm gonna show you somethin', ' he said, and he moved my hand up until it was on his crotch. I could feel his cock real hard and the big sac of his balls below.
"I tried to pull it away, but he held it there and smiled at me. 'You know what that is,' he said. 'I'm gonna show you how it works.' I felt his prick throb under my fingers and sorta jump. I knew what the hell a man's cock was. I'd seen my brothers as well as my pa before, but just in the bathroom, or down swimmin' in the river, and once my brothers made me touch their cocks, but it was just for a minute or so and nothin' really happened. But now I knew my pa meant business, and what he wanted of me I hadn't any idea, but it scared me real good.
"He put his hand over mine, closed my fingers around his shaft and squeezed it. Then he pulled it down and up, and I felt his skin slide down, off the head, and then back up again. 'There, there,' he said, 'doesn't that feel good?' I told him I wanted to go to sleep. He laughed quietly, and told me that it was time I learned about sex because he knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be out lookin' for it myself. I told him ma had given me a talk, lotsa talks in fact, and I wasn't goin' to do those things. 'Even so,' he said, 'one of these days you might have to know what to do, and I don't want my girl gettin' knocked up by some stud.' I really didn't know then what he planned to do. I had already figured he had ideas of screwin' me, or makin' me jerk him off or somethin'. He patted me on the head and bent down to kiss me.
"I turned away, but he took my face and turned it back, and then I felt his lips on mine. Not the way he used to kiss me as a kid, but a wet slobbery kiss. I felt his tongue push between my lips, and I struggled. 'There, there,' he said, liftin' up a moment, 'I'm gonna show you how to kiss proper like.' He bent down again, and this time I didn't pull away, but stayed still while his lips rubbed back and forth over mine. It felt good, I'll say that. My pa had the softest lips. Then he pushed his tongue out, and I felt it go into my mouth and touch my own tongue. He licked all round the inside of my mouth and then my tongue pushed against his, and when I did this, I felt him shake a little, and my own body felt real funny, all through my crotch, like an electric shock or something. He took my hand again and put it back on his prick, and this time that thing was jumpin' like a fish out of water. 'Hold it, baby,' he said, "make it feel good. Rub the skin up and down like I showed you.' I did it, and every time I slid up to the top, I felt it throb and the head seemed to expand. I could feel it stiffen and jerk. 'Nice, nice,' he said softly. 'You know what he does, don't you?' I told him I knew he made babies by puttin' that up mama's hole, and he told me, yes, but he didn't want to make babies every time. 'Sometimes it's just to feel good,' he said, 'and it makes you feel good, too, no matter what hole you put it in.'
"He went on to tell me that it felt just as good up the ass as it did up the cunt, and he wanted to show me now so's I'd know if any boy got hold of me. He told me to lay still, and he promised he wouldn't hurt me. 'It'll make you feel real good,' he promised. I lay back, and he put his mouth over my titties. He'd opened my pajamas and my front was all bare. My tits were still small, but they were there, starting to get round and full like they are now. He kissed them real gentle, and I felt my whole body responding. I felt my cunt twitchin' and it felt like it was gettin' real wet. He slid his. mouth down my stomach and then closed over my crotch. Oh, it was somethin' else when he did that. I had been scared, but when he did that, I just felt like every nerve was on fire. I felt his tongue push into me, lick me quickly, and then he pulled away and his hands went under my ass and lifted it. His mouth slid under me and his tongue started lickin' between my legs, down to my ass, and then my ass-hole. I heard him make a little groan, and his tongue pushed into my ass-hole, lickin' around it. It felt so good, like nothin' I'd ever felt before. He licked and sucked for a while, and then he lifted away and told me to lie over on my side. 'I'm gonna stick it in,' he said. 'And you just relax and you'll feel good. You tighten up and it'll hurt.' I started shakin' and told him no, I was scared, and he patted me, and kissed me all over and told me he wouldn't hurt his little girl, and to trust him. All the time he was turnin' me sideways, and he lay down and I felt his prick push up my ass. I was all wet and slippery there from his mouth. I guess he figured that wasn't enough, because he spat on his hand and wiped it on his cock and then pushed it forward. I felt the end against my ass-hole, and, rememberin' how thick it was when I was holdin' it, I thought, For gosh sakes, he's gonna rip me open, for sure.
" 'Relax, baby, relax,' he said, and his hands touched my tits and started strokin' them. He slid them down and played with my cunt, pushin' one finger in and feelin' around. All the time he was humpin' me and gettin' that cock-head slowly into my hole. The more he pushed, the more it slid in, and it didn't hurt. I mean, I felt there was some-thin' there, sure. But it didn't hurt that much. Lookin' back, I guess I can say now that pa didn't have a very big prick, compared with some I've had since. Suddenly it was in, and he slid all the way inside. I could feel it goin' into my belly, and he groaned and told me how great it felt. 'It feel good to you, baby?' he asked. 'Feel good, huh?' I didn't say anythin', but then I didn't think I needed to. He knew if it hurt me bad I'd have been screamin' and carryin' on, but instead I just lay there, feelin' my body floatin' like never before. His fingers were playin' with my cunt, and his cock was makin' me feel good back there, so why holler?
"Slowly he started pullin' 'and pushin' it, let-tin' it slide back until he was almost out, and then back in quickly, and as he pushed it in, he put his finger up my cunt and played with me there. It was the wildest feelin' I'd ever had and, even though I was still scared. I sorta relaxed. Pa was very gentle and he made me feel he wasn't gonna hurt me, no matter what. And for sure, he didn't. He made me feel good, better'n I'd ever felt before, even when I used to play with myself in the bath. He began kissin' the back of my neck and my shoulders and lickin' my skin. I felt on fire all over, and his cock began poundin' in quicker 'n' quicker, and then suddenly I felt him shudder and ram it in all the way, and hold it there, and I could feel somethin' wet and warm spurting inside me. Right then I didn't know what it was 'cause I'd never seen any man shoot his load, but somethin' told me it was over.
"Pa sighed real deep and kissed me. He took his hand away from my crotch, and he pulled his prick out of my ass-hole. I lay back and looked at him. I saw his prick was soft and lay against his leg. 'Feel okay?' he asked me, and I nodded, and told him it felt good. He went on to say that what he had done was all right, and that way I could never get knocked up. I knew lotsa girls on neighborin' farms who got knocked up and ma had always said that was real bad, and hoped I never would. So when pa told me that, I felt grateful, because I didn't want to end up havin' a baby unless I got married first. That was something ma had always said to me: git married first, and then you can have all the babies you want.
"Pa got off the bed and bent down to kiss me before goin' back to his room. He told me to make sure I didn't tell anyone. "This is between you 'n' me,' he said. 'It'll be our secret, okay?' I promised I wouldn't tell, not even ma. I guess I knew enough even then to realize ma would've hit the ceilin' if she'd known he'd corn-holed me while she'd bin gone. But I sure liked it, and after that we did it lots more times, and even got my brothers in with us one night."
Annie Normand (assumed name) came from the hills of Oklahoma, a girl who grew up in dire poverty with a family that left much to be desired. Her father, Jake, had married young, as many hill people do, but other than producing three children, did little to further his own progress in life. An abnormally lazy man, he picked up odd jobs as a farm laborer and barely made enough to keep food on the table. His wife, Sue, helped out when she could with sewing and washing. The children went to school, but were as often absent as they were present, and their education was little better than their parents'.
Unlike many fathers in very low income groups, Jake had a very mild disposition. He treated his wife and family well, was kind and considerate, despite his disregard for making something of his life. He felt that as long as there was a meal on the table, tomorrow would take care of itself. His easy manner helped establish a pleasant atmosphere in the home, and when Sue occasionally mentioned the possibility of getting a steady job so they could get a few more necessities in life, he would always turn her suggestions away with a laugh and ask her where she was getting her big ideas from. His children loved him dearly, especially the boys, Lem, the oldest, and Clay. Annie was the youngest and the last of his offspring.
The children were very like their father: mild mannered and easygoing, and not overly intelligent. They were smart enough to take care of themselves, but not equipped academically to qualify for well-paying positions.
Following Jake's death in an automobile accident, the two boys left the hill country and went into Tulsa where they managed to get work as day laborers. Annie was sixteen at the time, and accompanied her mother to live with her parents in Alabama.
Annie had by this time developed a flirtatious manner which resulted in several liaisons with young men. Never close to her mother, and quite shaken by her father's death, Annie ran off with a traveling salesman and lived with him for over a year in Phoenix, Arizona.
Their relationship was quite stormy, and Annie left him, moving to Los Angeles. She fell into casual prostitution and odd jobs at drive-ins, never really having the ability or the ambition to better herself. She had inherited much of her father's qualities, and, as the years passed, she slipped even further down the social scale, winding up as a dockside whore in Long Beach.
It was here that she ran into Dr. G-, a psychology professor from U.C.L.A., who was researching a book on abnormal sex practices among the lower classes. From her appearance and manner, it was obvious she was in need. Dr. G-offered her money and a month's room rent in return for her telling him her story.
Annie readily accepted, and over a period of time related her experiences. Of particular interest to
Dr. G-was her preference for anal intercourse.
Annie told how her father had sodomized her when she was in her early teens. They had continued the practice, including her two brothers on occasion. She said she indulged because she not only enjoyed it, but it was the easiest way to make sure no pregnancy resulted from her sexual experiences. Annie had no particular feelings of shame about her past life or her sexual escapades. To her, it was all she might expect out of life, having come from the background she did.
"I know I ain't the smartest gal in the world, but then, pa always said to me that if everyone were real smart, who was gonna want to be a garbage collector or a laborer? So, I figured, I don't have what it takes to be one of those smart-ass women who work in offices, but I can do what I can and make a buck. And hell, if I can make a buck spreadin' my legs, what's easier? I guess if I were better-lookin', I'd be able to do better, but I got good tits and I know how to give a man a good time. I got my pa and my brothers to thank for that. My pa was the first one to show me about sex. He was smart, though. He only corn-holed me, makin' sure I didn't git knocked up, and it sure was lotsa fun. The first time I was plenty scared, but afterwards it felt so good I was ready to have at it again. I even got to thinkin' about doing it with my brothers, but again it was pa who brought them into it.
"One week, ma had to go over to a cousin in Oklahoma City to help out, which left me to take care of the house, and cook and all that. I'm a pretty good cook when I set my mind to it, let me tell you. This night, pa came into my room like he had before, and he asked me if I wanted Lem and Clay to have a little fun with us. 'You mean all of you?' I asked, and he said sure, why not? So he called in my brothers. When they came into the room, I knew he'd talked to them, 'cause they were naked already and their dicks were stickin' out from their legs.
"I'd seen my brothers naked before, but never with hard ons like that. They were big, and Lem sure was bigger'n pa, because pa kidded him about havin' a longer piece of meat. Pa was hard by this time, you see, and they were all there, next to me, with their pricks stickin' out, and I wondered who the hell to touch first. Besides, I was kinda scared 'cause I felt all right doing it with pa, but with Lem and Clay there, I didn't know what might happen.
"Pa handled everythin', like he always did, though. He told Lem to lie down on one side, and Clay on the other, and he lay down at my feet. 'Now,' he said, 'you take your brothers in each hand, and don't you worry 'bout me.' I reached out and grabbed a cock in each hand, and let me tell you, I knew I was grabbin' somethin'. Lem was longer'n pa, and also thicker. I had my hand around his shaft, and there was plenty stickin' out. Clay was shorter, but a lot thicker, and his head was much flatter. I didn't care what they were like, it felt so good just holdin' them.
"Pa crawled up between my legs and kissed me right on my twat. 'Now, you guys,' he said, 'your pa's gonna show you how to eat pussy.' And with that he put his hands into me and pulled my cunt lips open, and his mouth came down, his tongue stickin' out as far as he could, and he slid it in.
"I felt both my brothers' cocks stiffen in my hands as they watched, and I started playin' with them, squeezin' their rods and pullin' their skins up and down while pa's tongue licked me, pushin' into my flesh and givin' me that wild wonderful feelin' again. They each leaned over and began playin' with my tits, feelin' them up and kissin' them. I looked down and saw that pa's prick was stickin' out between his legs, wavin' in the air and throbbin' and jerkin'. His skin was pulled back and the head was all shiny and glisten in' and there was stuff oozin' out of the end. I'd sucked him once or twice before that night, and I liked that. Right then I felt I wanted to suck him, to feel that cock in my mouth. But more than that, I wanted it up my ass, the way he'd done it ever since that first night. I didn't want to tell him, though, so I just lifted my rear end up a little so's he'd get the idea. He did. He slid his mouth down between my legs and I felt his tongue pushin' between my buttocks and searchin' for my ass-hole. He lifted my legs up and his head went in and then I felt his tongue, lickin', pushin' into me and gettin' me all ready for when he'd ram his cock up there. My brothers wanted to see more, I guess, because they crawled down and sat there, watchin'. Lem put out his hand and stuck his fingers in my twat, openin' my cunt lips and starin' in. Clay leaned forward and started lickin' me. They were too far for me to reach their cocks, so they started jerkin' themselves off. When I did it, I squeezed up and down real gentle like, but those two, they went at it real hard, up and down so fast I thought they'd tear their cocks off in their hand. Lem told me later he had to jerk fast to make himself come. Pa saw what they were doin', and told them to quit 'Don't waste it,' he said. 'I got her ass all ready.' He pushed Lem forward and told him to stick his prick in.
"Lem came forward on his knees, his rod standin' out stiff as a board. My ass-hole was all wet from pa's lickin' it, and I knew enough by then to relax when it went in, and Lem's cock touched me and pushed in. I knew then it was bigger'n pa, 'cause I jumped. It didn't really hurt, but I knew there was somethin' there all right. Pa laughed and told him to go on and stick it all the way in. I wriggled my butt and slowly Lem's cock slid all the way in. He moaned and said how good it felt. 'Pump her,' said pa, and Lem began pullin' and pushin' it, and every time he hit bottom I felt his balls slap against my ass. It felt pretty good to me, big as he was. He was so excited, I could feel his rod throb-bin' and quiverin' in me, and then he gave a loud groan, jerked quickly, and then collapsed on me. 'Aw, shit, you came too quick,' said pa. 'You gotta keep goin' to make it real good.' But Lem was through, and he pulled out and told me how great it was.
"Then Clay moved over. I could tell from his face that he wanted some of that action, and that was fine with me. I was disappointed Lem had come so soon, 'cause he felt good. Anyway, Clay's cock was somethin' else. It wasn't as long as Lem's or pa's, but it sure was thicker. He slapped some spit on it and jammed it in. I was loose already from Lem's fuckin', so Clay slid in easy as goose grease and began fuckin' like mad. Pa laughed and told him not to go so fast, but he wasn't listenin'. He was rammin' that dick in and out of me, and his hands were playin' with my tits and slidin' down my stomach into my snatch. He really went to town and loved every minute of it. I did, too. I'd been used to pa, who wasn't rough at all. Clay must've been fuckin' a long time, because he knew all the tricks-pushin' it in, lettin' it rest a second, then out, almost all the way, until I thought it was gonna slip out, and then bang! in again so hard I could feel the end jam up inside my belly somewheres. Oh, that brother of mine was a fucker from way back, I could tell.
"All the time, pa was sittin' back, playin' with himself, and lovin' every minute of it. Even Lem had his hands around his cock, soft as it was, feelin' it up as he watched his brother fuck my ass like it was goin' out of style. Faster and faster, in, out, and those hands of his all over me, fingers in my snatch, ticklin', feelin', makin' me squirm and twist my ass which only made him feel better.
"He was makin' little sounds in his throat, and every now and then he'd say, 'Fuck, fuck,' or 'good pussy' or somethin' like that, like he had to tell me he was feelin' good and likin' it. I know since then I've had men who can't come unless they cuss up a storm and say dirty words and all that. Maybe Clay was that kind. But he really wanted to get every bit he could out of that fuck. And Pa and Lem were lovin' watchin' him. Pa said later he wished he'd had a thick cock like Clay, but anyway, he got a charge out of watchin' it slidin' in and out my ass-hole, my flesh grippin' it tight as he fucked.
"The sweat was pourin' off my body, and I could feel it slide down my sides, off my tits, and between my legs. My ass was real slick and loose from Lem's fuck, and his come must've made it real slippery, which was just as well, with Clay bein' bigger. Then I knew he was almost there, because he put his hands under my ass, liftin' me as high as he could, so he could push in even more, and he rammed that thing all the way in and held it there, while his body shook and he gave a loud cry, 'I'm comin', I'm comin'V and I felt his cock expand and quiver inside me. The minute he was through, he pulled out and lay back, gaspin'. He looked really beat, and let me tell you, I was, too. I'd had my legs in the air all through it, and I thought my back would break. It all felt so good. I didn't mind, but it sure was good to lay flat again and rest a moment.
"But then, there was still pa, who'd been sittin' playin' with himself and waitin' his turn. I knew he was ready, and I rolled over on my stomach. I was just too tired to take him any other way. He climbed on, and I felt his shaft slide between my ass-cheeks, which were wet and drippin' already and I knew my ass was oozin' come and sweat and pa'd have no trouble. After Clay, who was so thick, it hardly felt I had anything in me at all, 'cause pa wasn't the biggest there was. In he banged, and I felt his hands pushin' under me, feel-in' for my twat. Pa always liked to have a finger up my snatch while he screwed my ass. He sure knew how to do it, too, with that big middle finger of his all the way in, ticklin' my clitoris and movin' round, pushin' and pullin' at me while his cock banged away at the back. His lips licked across my shoulders, and I could feel his breath comin' hard and heavy. He was ready to pop his nuts any second, I knew. He'd been jerkin' himself all the time Lem and Clay had been fuckin' me, and pa was horny as hell. I felt his maleness and flexed my ass-hole, tryin' to hold him and give him more pleasure. On and on, in and out, and then he shook all over and lay still. I had so much fuckin' by then I really couldn't tell if he'd shot or not, but, of course, he had. He rolled off and lay beside me, kissin' me tenderly. "That was real good,' he told me.
"That first time with pa and my brothers was kinda quick, 'cause they were all real excited. Pa told me a guy always got more excited when there were others there, watchin' or joinin' in. I guess I enjoyed it, but I was sorry they all went to bed after that, even though I was tired from all the action. I liked to lie afterwards and just feel good. When pa used to fuck he'd lie next to me, runnin' his fingers over my body and makin' me feel good all the time, not just while he had his prick up my ass, but afterwards, too. like I said, pa was real tender and I felt good with him.
"The next time my brothers came to bed with me, they wanted to fuck me in front, but pa told them to lay off. He knew I was still cherry, but Clay laughed and said he didn't believe it. Pa told him he'd beat the shit out of them if they tried anythin' like that. So they just corn-holed me, and Lem said it was so good he didn't see how my cunt could feel any better. Pa told him an ass-hole's always tighter'n pussy anyway, and a lot safer.
"Rememberin' back, especially some of the stories the other girls in the hills told me, I was real surprised pa didn't try somethin' in front. But I guess he really didn't want to mess me up by gettin' me pregnant. Pa was real considerate and I felt real good with him. It was a sad day when that man came to the house and told ma that pa was dead in that wreck. I cried more'n ma did.
"We went to Alabama to live with ma's folks, and that was where I finally lost my cherry. And it wasn't from choice, neither. We stayed with ma's cousin Arnie, who was a real mean cuss. He was tall and skinny and worked on a farm. He talked real dirty, and when he saw me he whistled and said to me, 'You sure is big for sixteen.' And he reached out and nipped my titties in his fingers. Of course, ma wasn't there or she'd have slapped him down. I pulled away and told him to get the hell away from me, but he laughed and put his hand to his crotch, bunchin' up his pants. 'When you see what I got here, you won't be so prissy,' he told me. I stared, because he sure did have a big bunch in his hand, and I guessed his cock was big and he was proud of it.
"Ma told me to watch out for cousin Arnie, who was a great one with the girls, she said. I told her I knew how to take care of myself, but I guess I didn't reckon on Arnie's way with women. He boasted he'd laid every girl in the county, and I kinda believed him. No wonder he was so skinny. He'd fucked so much he didn't have much build left, I thought. But he still had a big joint, I could tell from what showed through his pants. It had been some time since I had had any sex. My brothers had moved away and pa was dead. I used to flirt with some guys around the farm, but never did anythin' much except tease them. I was really a little scared, 'cause I knew they'd want to fuck me in front and I still wasn't ready for that.
"One night ma was working late (she got work at a restaurant as a dishwasher) which left cousin Arnie and me in the house alone. I'd gone to bed and was just about asleep when I heard Arnie open my bedroom door and call out, 'You asleep, Annie?' I sat up in bed and told him to get the hell out of my room. He laughed and walked in. He was naked, and when he turned on the light I saw that thing of his. Not even hard, it was longer than my brothers' and pa's put together. He stood beside the bed and looked down at me. 'Ever see anythin' like that before?' he asked. 'Here, feel it.' He grabbed my hand and put it up to his crotch. I pulled away and snuck down in bed, holdin' the covers up to my chin. 'Don't be scairt,' he said. 'I ain't gonna hurt you.' I told him to get out or I'd tell ma on him. 'You wouldn't do that, now, would you?' he said, sittin' down beside me. 'Especially if I told her you came into my room and tried to suck my dick.' I got real fearful then, because I realized that it would be my word against his, and ma'd have a hard time decidin' who was tellin' the truth.
"He sat there, and I couldn't help starin' at his body, which was real skinny, and his dick, which slowly began risin'. Soft it was real long and thin, but as it got hard, it got thicker and stood up real straight. He had his hand on it, helpin' it along, and when it was finally full hard, he pressed it against his stomach. 'See? It comes clear past my navel,' he said. 'It's the biggest in Alabama.' My eyes were buggin' out. It sure was the biggest dick I'd seen and it sure was pretty. No big veins on it or anythin' like that, just clean, smooth white skin, and his head was bright red and shiny. I began rememberin' those nights with pa and my brothers and how great they had been. I guess Arnie must've realized I was interested. He put out his hand and took my arm, pullin' it out from under the covers and placin' my hand on his dick. 'Come on, no harm in a little feel,' he said.
"My fingers gripped his shaft and started massagin' it slowly, up and down. Jeez, it was long. Not so thick, but it sure was long and it felt good in my hand. Arnie sighed and nodded. "There you go,' he said. 'Get him ready.' He put out his hand and pulled the covers down, searchin' for my tits. I had on pajamas, and he undid the buttons and felt inside. 'Mmynm,' he said, his fingers squeezing my flesh. 'Nice and small. All the better to suck, baby.' He bent down and closed his lips around my nipple. I felt his tongue flick across the end, bring-in' me to a state of real excitement. I started jerkin' his cock faster then, and felt it quiver in my hand. 'Mmmmmm,' he said. "That's my girl.' He bent down and slid his tongue all the way across my stomach, then pulled my pajama pants down and went down on my crotch.
"Arnie was skinny all over, includin' his tongue. Wow, it felt like twelve inches slidin' into me, lickin' my flesh and curlin' round my clitoris and ticklin' like it'd never been before. I began squirmin' and twistin' my hips and spreadin' my legs so he could do better. It felt so goddamn good, all my fear seemed to disappear. He wasn't hurtin' me. He was givin' me the best cunt-suck job I'd ever had. His teeth were nibblin' on my cunt lips and sendin' fire through my loins while his tongue flicked in and out, that long slippery thing that knew what it was doin'. His hands reached up and caressed my breasts, grabbin' them in his fingers while his thumbs rubbed across the nipples. My whole body quivered and I knew I was shakin' from head to toe. I pushed my hips up, tryin' to get that tongue of his deeper into me, and also I wanted him to French-kiss my ass-hole. Instead, he put his hand down and I felt his finger go into my anus and start rubbin' me inside there while he sucked my cunt. That's when I hit the ceil in'. I started pantin' and he must've known I wanted more right then than just his finger in me. He lifted his head up and scooted his body down, full length next to me, and I felt his lips on mine, pushin' my mouth open and lickin' my mouth, my tongue, everythin'. I responded, and we lay kissin' and all the time I felt his body hunchin' against me, that big cock of his pressin' into my side.
"It was too big to go anywhere but along my side, but I could feel it throb and jerk as it lay there. Arnie began gaspin' and moanin'. 'Pussy, pussy,' he said, and then, with a sudden movement, he straddled me and I felt the end of his cock push between my cunt lips. I cried out and told him no. But he held me, and slowly I felt that long thing pushin' in, just like his tongue had, only thicker. It went in and then stopped, and he pushed again. 'Come on, you tight cunt,' he said, 'work it in.' 'No,' I said. 'I want it up my ass.' He stared at me and laughed. 'A little .corn-holer,' he said. 'Not tonight, you don't.' And with that, he pounded all his weight on his cock and I felt a searin' pain as it banged through and slid all the way into me. I screamed, but by this time he must've been feelin' so good he couldn't care about how I was feelin'. His hands gripped me tightly and he began pound-in' that long rod of his in and out of my cunt. Every time he pushed it in all the way, I could feel it way up high in my belly somewhere, like a goddamn telephone pole. And I was hurtin', but slowly the hurt faded under the wonderful feelin' which I had never experienced before, the full penetration of his cock into my vagina. For all the good feelings I had from being sucked down there, it was nothin' compared with the satisfaction of havin' that prick deep inside me. For a moment I even forgot about wantin' it up my ass. Arnie knew what he was doin', too. He'd shove it in, then hold it there and rotate his hips, makin' that long thing move around inside, touchin' every part of me, givin' me the ultimate in pleasure. By this time I was wrigglin' and twistin', pushin' myself up against him and tryin' to get as much out of it as I could. His cock was really the most wonderful-a long, hard, joy stick that I was riding for the first time that way, and lovin' it.
"He closed his mouth over mine and began suckin' my lips, lickin' his tongue across and in my mouth, touchin' my own tongue and addin' to the thrills that I was feelin'. It was liftin' me higher and higher, but then suddenly I had this fear again of gettin' knocked up. I broke away and told him not to shoot in me. 'I won't,' he said. 'I'll shoot up your ass.' That really turned me on, 'cause I knew I could have it all then: fuckin' front and back and no danger. We rocked together, the bed squeakin' and shakin' under us.
"I felt his cock movin' faster and faster, and then quickly he pulled out and sat back on his haunches, pantin'. I stared at him, at that long thick thing jerkin' in the air between his thighs. 'Lift your ass,' he said, spittin' on his hand. I did so, and he wet my ass-hole and came forward, pushin' his rod out and guidin' it with his hand to my quiverin' anus. This was what I really wanted, what I knew would satisfy me.
"I gasped as it slid in. Even though he was long and thin, his head was broad and thick, and as it pushed in I could feel my flesh being stretched to its limit. Then the rest of it, in, more and more, until it was all in and his balls were slappin' against my buttocks. I knew he was almost there, and it wouldn't take long now. He began humpin', and leaned forward, closin' his lips around my nipple. He slid across from one breast to the other, his tongue lickin' my flesh and his teeth bitin' on my hard little faces, excitin' me more and more. He began groanin', and then, with a shudder, he rammed his dick all the way in and lay on top of me, shakin'. Inside I could feel his dischargin', shootin' his come into my ass, that warm wet liquid makin' it slippery and slick. At that moment, I felt my own organs contract and I screamed out as I felt my own climax shake my being. My hands went around his back and my nails tore into his skin. I'd never had such a feelin' before, and never such ecstasy with that magnificent rod inside me. He collapsed on top of me, and lay still. 'Good pussy, good pussy,' he murmured, kissin' my ear, and then he lay still. I was glowin' all over and felt his cock gradually get soft, slide out inch by inch, and then, with a little noise, it was out, and he rolled over on his side. I stared down at that tool of his, layin' across his thigh, all wet, shiny and red.
"I reached out and touched it, 'cause now I wanted to feel it with my fingers, play with it, caress it, hold it, suck on it, and enjoy it. Oh, what a beautiful cock he had! He grinned at me. 'You like him, huh?' And then he stared at my crotch and saw the blood there. He just about flipped. 'You mean I bust you?' he asked, hardly believin' what he saw. I was still hurtin' a little, but the pain was forgotten in the glow of the pleasure he had given me with that rod. I told him to forget it and just let me enjoy his prick.
"I'll never forget the look on his face. I think if he'd known he wouldn't have forced me the way he did. But it was over, it was done, and I figured it would've been done sometime anyway, and I was just as happy it was someone who had a dick that was worth fuckin'. I leaned down to put my face close to his crotch, and began feelin' that thing of his. I lifted it up in my hand and turned it around, examinin' every bit of it. Then I put out my tongue and started lickin' it up one side and down the other. It was soft, but it still felt good. I took the end in my mouth and started suckin'. It was like a warm, juicy lollipop and there was still some come at the end which tasted so good. I've always dug the taste of come, and the musky male smell of a man's cock and balls. I just lay there and enjoyed Arnie's crotch, lickin' it all over, takin' his balls in my mouth and everythin'.
"Slowly I felt him start gettin' hard again right from the end of his cock down below his balls and right back almost to his ass-hole. Arnie had the kind of cock that got hard way inside and made a lump between his balls and his ass-hole. I rubbed it there, and even slipped my finger into his ass-hole, rubbin' the hardness there while my mouth sucked the end of it. He loved that, and I sure did. Especially the end of it, which was just the right size to fit in my mouth and let my tongue play around it, pushin' into his big slit at the end. He lay back, watchin' me, and then he slowly began movin' his hips, drivin' his rod in and out of my mouth. 'Keep goin', he told me. 'I'm gonna come again.' I really went at it then, pushin' my finger deep into his ass and rubbin' around there, feelin' his hard on deep inside him while I lifted my mouth up and down his shaft, pressin' as hard as I could. I really wanted him to feel good, to shoot his load into me and let me taste it. His cock-head began throbbin', and it seemed to get thicker and felt like it might burst, but then he jammed it in, and my finger up his ass felt his cord jerk as it shot his seed into my throat. Wow, he came once, twice, three times, on and on he shot that beautiful tastin' stuff, and I let it stay in my mouth, tastin' it before swallowin' it all, and lyin' there as it got soft again. Arnie's cock had really turned me on, and I sucked like I never had before.
"That first night with Arnie was the first of many. After ma got back, it was kinda difficult, but there were times when she was out of the house, or away for the evenin', and we'd have at it. Arnie'd come into my room, and he didn't even have to ask. I was always ready for him, skinny-ass that he was, but that cock was everythin' to me then. He fucked me front and back and I sucked him, cock and ass. I couldn't get enough of that beautiful shaft, and he liked anythin' I did with it. When he found out I really liked cornholin' better than cunt-fuckin', he would do that to me. He didn't care what I did, as long as it made him feel good.
"I figured at that time I could never find a man to satisfy me better'n Arnie. But then, you know the old sayin' about gettin' tired of a man, just as a guy gets tired of his woman. After a few months, I wanted to find out more. There had been lots of guys in the neighborhood who let me know they liked me, and yet I never put out to anyone but Arnie. He told me once I'd better not or he'd kill me. I really think he would've, too. Arnie had gotten to like me more than just a little. Anyway, I finally went to work at the drugstore, as a dishwasher, and one day a man came into the place and had some coffee. I noticed him lookin' at me, and he started talkin'. He asked me for a date, and I saw no reason not to. He spoke real nice, and was nicely dressed.
"I went out with him that night, and he made love to me in the back seat of his car. He lived close by, and said he couldn't take me home because he lived with his folks. I told him to rent a motel, but he didn't. I guess he just wanted a quick bang in the car. I sucked him off, and then he fucked me and took me home. I got back about one in the mornin', and Arnie was up, madder'n hell. He couldn't say much because ma was there, but a day later he got me alone and wanted to know what I'd bin doin'. I told him I was out at a movie with a girl friend, but I know he didn't believe me. But that guy showed me that there were more pretty cocks besides Arnie's, and I wanted more. I went out with him again, and in the next few months I shacked up with quite a few others. I learned somethin' new from each one, and even though I still had sex with Arnie now and then, I knew it wasn't the same as before.
"Then I met George, who was a travelin' salesman. I really fell for this guy. Everything Arnie had, he had in spades, not just a big cock, but a good body, lots of muscle, and he was real handsome. He said he lifted weights and played football at school. He was about six years older'n me, which was fine. I've gone with men old enough to be my father, and the older they are, the more tricks they have. Well, with George was the first time I spent the whole night away from the house. I got back the next day and found ma in a tizzy, and even Arnie was there, so mad I thought he was gonna hit me.
"I guess ma could tell from the way Arnie was speakin' that there was somethin' goin' on between us. She accused Arnie of screwin' me, and he didn't deny it. 'You're damn right we've been fuckin'! ' he shouted. 'And I don't want her screwin' every guy in town. She's turnin' into a little whore.' Ma slapped him, and there was a helluva scene. Ma even hit me, and I ran out of the house. I called George at the motel, and he came and got me. I told him I wanted to go with him, to leave town. He said okay, and the next day we took off. He lived in Phoenix, and we took about two weeks to get there. I had a wonderful time, seein' the country, and every night we made love like never before. I felt happy, because I was away from ma, and she reminded me of the times when pa was alive. I really missed my pa. Now I felt I was goin' to start a new life out west with George.
"Did I think of marryin' up with him? Hell, no. I didn't love him. I liked goin' to bed with him, but that was all. He was beautiful and all that, but I figured he was in love with himself. I've met a few weight lifters who are like that. They really dig their own bodies. like George, even that first night we spent together, when he took me back to the motel. He told me to undress him. That was fine, and as I undid the shirt and saw that body underneath I really flipped. I told him so, too, and he grinned. He liked that.
"When I got all his clothes off and saw him naked, I started kissin' him all over. He just lay there and watched me as I slid my tongue over his chest, which was real well developed. I used to kid him that he had tits almost as big as mine. He used to flex 'em for me. I moved down over his stomach, flat and firm, and down to his crotch, where his cock was standin', ready and waitin'. He was just as big as Arnie, and I liked that. I played with him and sucked the head, and then he told me to let up. He climbed off the bed, went over to the mirror on the wall, and stood in front of it. 'Take your things off and come here,' he said. Hell, I figured he'd want to undress me, just like I did for him. That's half the fun of it. So I took off my things and went over to the mirror. He was facin' it, and he told me to kneel down between his legs and start suckin'. He watched in the mirror, flexin' his muscles and posin' while I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked him. His rod got real hard, and every time he'd pose, tightenin' his muscles, his cock would get extra stiff, too. I thought he was gonna come once, and I pulled away and told him let's get down to some real fuckin'. 'I like it in the ass,' I told him, and he really lit up then. He dug this, he said, and told me to turn around. He went to the bathroom and came back with a jar of vaseline.
"He told me to grease his cock real good, which I did, rubbin' it up and down and makin' sure it was well covered. Then I put some on my ass-hole, just to make sure, and he turned me round sideways, bent me over, and rammed his cock between my buttocks. His strong hands held my hips as he moved his body so's his cock pushed in. I felt it slide in real easy and then it was all the way in. He grabbed my tits and started playin' with them and lookin' at himself in the mirror. I looked, too, and it sure was excitin', watchin' that big muscular body with its long, thick cock movin' in and out of my ass. I began movin' my hips, flexin' my ass-hole and grippin' his rod as it entered me. 'Tighter, tighter,' he kept sayin', and I really tried to nip his prick as he shoved it in. like I said, I got a real educated ass. I was gettin' tired, bendin' over like that being fucked, and told him we should go over on the bed. I wanted to lie down with my legs in the air and have him screw me, but that wasn't his bag at all. He liked to watch his cock slidin' in and out of me, as well as seeing his muscles flexin' in the mirror. like I said, I think he loved his body more than anythin', includin' me. He said if I was tired, he'd hold me. He pulled his cock out and made me turn around, facin' him. He lifted me by the ass and lowered me on his rod, with my legs around his waist. He still was facin' the mirror, so he could see everythin'.
"I couldn't see because I was facin' him, and he was lookin' into the mirror, but he kept say in' how great it looked, with his cock slidin' in and out in clear view. 'You got a lovely ass,' he told me, and that made me feel a little better. I mean, I was feelin' good and all that, but I knew he was gettin' a bigger charge out of his own body than out of mine. Hell, I was just somethin' to fuck.
"He began goin' at it real good, faster and faster, and I felt my tits pressin' against his broad, smooth chest, my nipples rubbin' across his skin and addin' to my pleasure. That prick was way up inside my ass, and then he shuddered, and held me real close, closin' his mouth over mine and kissin' me for the first time since we started fuckin'. His tongue licked all round my mouth and lips, and he was moanin'. Then he slowly let me down, let-tin' his cock slip out my ass. We stood, lookin' into the mirror, and he bent down and started suckin' my twat. I thought this was real crazy. He'd just come and here he was sucking on me. 'I want to make sure you come now,' he said, and that made me feel better, knowin' at least he wanted me to reach a climax, too. He pulled my cunt lips open and buried his face in there, his tongue lickin' my clitoris and rubbin' around, as deep as he could reach, which was pretty deep. He had a good, strong, long tongue and he knew what to do with it. His hands were playin' with my tits, and slowly I felt that feelin' from deep inside, and I grabbed his head and held it there. My whole body shivered and trembled, and from the depths of my cunt I felt my juices flowin', my whole insides churnin'. He went on lickin' and then stood up. 'Okay?' he asked, and I told him, fine. We walked over to the bed and lay down. 'Play with me,' he said, closin' his eyes. I trailed my fingers over his body and down to his crotch, takin' his soft prick in my hand and squeezin' it. A drop of come came out the end, and I bent down and licked it off. Then I took the whole thing between my lips, and I remembered the times I'd had with Arnie, the way I'd suck his soft cock right after he'd shot his load into me. I liked that, because when a cock's so big and so hard, there's not much you can do. When it's soft, you can take it all in your mouth and really chew on it, and have some fun.
"There's two things I really dig: chewin' a soft cock and havin' a hard one up my ass. Nothin' better in my book. George dug it, too. He liked to lay there and have me do things to him, instead of him doin' things. And he really liked it in front of the mirror. After we'd bin on the bed awhile, he told me to move over and we went to the mirror again and he lay down on the floor and told me to go on doin' what I was, suckin' and playin' with his body. He watched in the mirror, and as he did, I felt his prick start to rise again. It wasn't me makin' him horny, it was the sight of himself.
"Well, this was fine and dandy, but a girl--likes to feel she's gettin' a little attention. George liked to go down on me after he'd come himself, but I always felt he did it out of obligation to me, not so much out of really wantin' to get in and mix it up. So you can tell how long that situation lasted.
About a month or so, maybe longer, I forget now. It really doesn't matter. But I got tired of his body, pretty as it was. And I got tired of always havin' to do things to him, and there were plenty nights I wanted him to do things to me for a change. It wasn't that I was ugly or anythin', either. I got nice tits and a trim waist, and I've bin told I'm a good looker. Or I was back then, I'd say. Now's a different story, but then, I don't really care any more now.
"Anyway, I left George one day. I asked him for some money which he didn't want to give me, but I finally talked him into it. I left Phoenix and came to L.A. I didn't know what I would do-get a job somewhere I figured. I rented a room for ten bucks a week and went out lookin'. I got a job as a carhop, but that didn't last too long. Anyway, I did meet this guy my first night there, and he asked me to come home with him. I did, and we had a real wild time. When I left he gave me twenty bucks and I figured why the hell work at the drive-in when I could make better money shackin' up. I really didn't think of becomin' a whore or anythin', but I suppose that's what it was. I met another girl on Hollywood Boulevard one night and we got friendly and I moved in with her. That was a wild scene. She was one of those girls who dig other girls, a dyke. I'd never run into one, but they say in L.A. you run into all sorts of weird types. I was real surprised that first night I slept over at her place. She only had a one-room apartment, and I figured I'd sleep on the couch, but she said I could share her bed. It was one of those big king-size jobs, with plenty of room. In fact, one night there were four of us in there.
"I crawled into bed and the light had hardly gone out when I felt her hand reach over and touch my tits. I jumped, and she told me not to be scared. She said she was lonely, and she liked me. Then she bent over and kissed me. It was just like a guy kissin', only softer. Her lips rubbed back and forth across mine and then her tongue came out into my mouth and I started feelin' hot. Her hand had slipped down to my crotch and I could feel her fingers playin' around. She undid my pajamas and started kissin' my tits, lickin' them all over, bitin' the nipples, and slidin' down to my crotch. She knew what she was doin' all right. That tongue of hers was as hard and firm as any cock I'd ever had up my cunt. She lay there between my legs, and I started feelin' real hot all over. In my mind, I kept rememberin' George and the way he liked to suck my twat in front of the mirror, and thinkin' of Goerge only made me hotter. I began twistin' and moanin' and this only made her go at it all the more. Her hands pulled my cunt lips open wide and her mouth was inside, her tongue probin' round and lickin' my clitoris like crazy.
"I thought she'd go on until I came, and let me tell you, the way she was suckin' me, I was about ready to come any minute. But she suddenly lifted off and slipped out of bed. I thought to myself, this is a helluva time to go to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom light go on, and then she came back, leavin' the light on. In the glow I could see she was carryin' something in her hands. She stood beside the bed and took off her pajamas and then started strappin' something on her waist. I sat up and looked close, and then I just about bust a gut laughin'. She had on one of those rubber prickswhat do they call it, a dildo? Yeah, a dildo, and it was long and thick just like Arnie's cock had been. It had a double end, like one prick which she pushed into her own twat before strapping the thing on with the other cock stickin' out just like a man's.
" 'What are you laughing at?' she asked. 'Ain't you ever seen one before?' I told her I hadn't, and why the hell didn't she just get a man instead? She didn't answer that one, but she sure gave me a dirty look. 'You lie back,' she said. 'I'll make you feel better than any man.' She climbed on, and covered me, and I felt that goddamn rubber thing push between my legs. I reached down and closed my fingers around it. Jeez, it was big and thick, and I started gettin' hot thinkin' of it slidin' into my twat. She kissed me, and then rammed that thing between my cunt lips and it slid in. I was all hot and juicy anyway from her lickin' my cunt. That thing went in, pushin' my twat aside, and then I realized it was thicker'n any cock I'd ever had in me, includin' Arnie's and George's. It sure felt good, too. She started humpin' me, pullin' it in and out, and kissin' my tits at the same time. I'd been just about ready to come before she got out of bed, and now with that thing in me, and her lips lickin' all over my breasts and stomach, I was startin' to feel that wonderful excitement, and my insides got all knotted up. I moved my hips, joinin' hers in the rhythm, and we twisted and screwed together, with that big thing in me and the other end in her.
"She started moanin', and then suddenly she reached down and must've turned on a switch or somethin', because the dildo started vibratin'. It had one of those battery things in it (she showed me later) and that's when I hit the ceilin'. I'd never had such a sensation. The thing was big enough to start with, and when it began throbbin' I felt a freight train was pushing through my twat, rubbin', vibrati;:', ticklin'. It was too much. My whole insides seemed to bust open and I felt my cunt oozin' with my love juices. I cried out and clung to her, bitin' her shoulder and lickin' her, and she was doin' the same thing to me. We were both comin' at the same time, and it was wild, bet-ter'n any man I'd ever had. My nails clawed her back and I humped my hips faster and faster, until it was over, and then lay back, the sweat runnin' down our sides and off every part of us. 'Was that good, baby?' she asked, and I told her it was.
"The next night she wanted to fuck around again, and I told her to lay off. Hell, we were gonna make it with guys, and I didn't see why we had to make it ourselves as well. And I also wanted it up the ass, with a man, and I wasn't gonna tell her that. I sure as hell would have split open if that dildo had gone up my ass. We went out and picked up a couple of guys and brought them back to the apartment and all fucked together. It was fun and we made fifty bucks between us that night.
"I stayed with her about two months, and then we had a fight, because she said she was in love with me. I told her I liked men, and I didn't want to turn queer or anything. She told me lots of whores were dykes, and I said I didn't care. I wasn't. I left her, and then got a place of my own.
"That seems so long ago now. I moved down here to Long Beach about three months later, and things haven't been goin' too well. I guess I don't really care much. Maybe I should go back to Oklahoma, but I don't have the money. And now there's so many whores around, no one's gonna give me big money to fuck. I ain't that pretty any longer."
Dr. G- continued his discussions with Annie Normand, trying to help her. He realized that her main trouble was her background and complete lack of education. Although the woman was fairly smart in some ways, her conversational manner precluded her from ever being able to be accepted in a regular job involving the public. She was obviously an ignorant country girl, and it showed. Added to which, her negative attitude toward herself made it extremely difficult to impress on her the possibilities of making something of her life. She kept insisting that she was a loser, a deadbeat who would probably end her life in a skid-row alley.
Dr. G- put Annie in touch with an agency that would try and get her a paying position, and work with her in rehabilitating her to society once more.
His own personal conclusion, based on analyzing her entire story, saw her continuing deterioration, despite the help that she might be given. He felt that she had gone too far down the road, morally and socially, to ever amount to much. Whether or not her early indoctrination into sex by her father was a determining factor, was debatable. The tragic fact remained, however, that Annie had become a human derelict, a victim of her own background and lack of basic drives and abilities.