Chapter 1
Up Yours
"The first time I had my cock up somebody's ass, it was a guy ... my cousin, Bob. Not that I'm crazy about the homo route-it's just that it was the first time I had my cock up anything... a pussy, asshole or what-have-you. About the only experience I'd had back then was with Old Lady Thumb and the Four Fingers.
"But what the fuck can you expect? I was only thirteen at the time, for chrissakes.
"The time with my cousin-that was the summer down at his farm. You know, the parents went on vacation somewhere else and dumped me and my little brother off with Uncle Homer and Aunt Pat. Bob was a couple of years older'n me and did he ever have a bunch of neat stuff to show me. And I'm not talking about the junk he carried around in his pockets either-it was the stuff he carried around in between his pockets.
"That was the only time I ever got into a gay riff-and when you're a young kid, learning about the birds and the bees, you don't make those kinds of distinctions. Oh, I've gotten into scenes when we're swinging where I might get into some kind of group action where another guy might make brief contact with me, but I don't really seek out those situations. I don't have anything against it-it's just that I'm queer for girls.
"The thing that really sold me on anality wasn't the scene with Bob though. In fact, it sort of turned me off ... not the time when I socked it to him, but when he tried to stuff that huge pecker of his up my butt, the pain was so bad that he had to clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out and bringing Aunt Pat upstairs.
"But it was to be a couple of years before I'd know the delights of ramming the old hog up between a gal's butt-cheeks. That was quite a different situation. Not from a tactile point of view. About the only difference between pumping it to Josie and pumping it to Bob was that I could sometimes feel the nut-shaped prostate up Bob's ass on my deeper penetrations. Those seemed to be the ones that really made him jump and holler. But it wasn't just the tactile thing I was after. If that was the case, I could go stick my meat in a mudpie and get the desired effects.
"See, I really was crazy about girls back then-still am, maybe even more so. Keeps getting better and better. Josie was the first girl that let me sock it to her number two hole. Oh, I'd tried with Gloria, but she'd made me quit, complaining that it hurt too much. A lot of chicks are like that. Anal sex is one thing you either love or hate-no in-betweens in this league.
"I guess my first experiences with Bob had given me some kind of focus on the old bumhole ... I'm not sure, don't get into human motivations and crap like that. No need to, the way I enjoy life. That's just for those miserable creeps who can't get it on.
"Anyway, I found that Josie was sort of hinting around for me to give it to her up the brown-hole ... and she didn't need to ask me twice, I can tell you that for sure. Whew--this was really seventh heaven. As T hunched over her and guided my young tool into her tightly puckered pink and purple ring, I practically came all over her ass. There was just something so different in giving it to a girl in the ass than it had been with another guy. I mean, there's all those extras I've been talking about. A girl has a nice curve at the waist-like an hourglass. And they're hairless and smooth. Their cries are passive and feminine as you push the meat to them ... just things like that that make it a totally different experience for me. I'm sure a faggot has his reasons, too-I'm not begrudging him for it. I just happen to be into girls, that's all.
"Now you may wonder why I dig pushing it to a girl's rectum instead of her pussy. First off, I really like fucking. A pussy's the next best thing to an asshole, and I usually manage to work a little pussy-balling into my act before the evening's up. Except, of course, when I'm with Kathleen-she's my girl. It's pretty rare when we get into regular balling since she's just as crazy about getting it up the ass as I am in giving it to her.
"I guess the main reason I like an asshole over a pussy is the texture. I used to beat off a lot as a kid, and I've got dry rough hands - calloused from all the work I used to do, yard work and crap like that to get extra spending money.
Well, to get to the point, an asshole is much more like a hand than a pussy is. It's dry and has a tacky surface, gives me a lot more friction than a pussy. In fact, if a girl's too wet, they're liable to wash me right out of there. It's happened more than once. I know that may sound weird to lots of guys-especially the ones who dig a nice gooshy cunt to stick their cocks in, but that's how it is with me. Be a lot less trouble if more people found out what really turned them on and did it, rather than wondering why the regular way doesn't get it for them. I'll bet there's guys out there right now who can't get it up for their wives, who are either too scared or too ignorant to try something else. Get saddled with an impotent label, when really they just haven't found the thing that turns them on.
"Whatever gets you there, as the saying goes.
"Josie really made me a believer that night in the stockroom of Mr. Gavin's market. I worked there as a sort of box boy and general flunky. I had a set of keys so that I could lock everything up after I'd swept up at night. It was really a great place to bring any of the little high-school dollies who wanted to swing. Lots better than the backseat of my car anyway.
"So there we were, me and Josie, her bending over a couple of sacks of potatoes while I pushed the pork to her twitching asshole. I'd already shoved it to her pussy, but I could tell that she was going for the cornholing a lot more, pushing her butt clear back to my balls like she wanted more cock than I could hope to give her, squealing like a pig with each stroke.
" 'Oh, Ralph! Give it to me goooood! Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck meeeeeeeeee!' "And I was only happy to oblige. Wow-an ass was a lot better than I'd remembered it being, that time with my cousin. Girls were so much more of a gas. It seemed to me at this time that there was nothing better in the whole world than putting it to a girl's asshole. I mean, what with the tighter fit than a pussy, the grainier surface that fit like a glove, grabbed at my cock and wrung it dry .... Just the whole fucking scene, man. Just great. I recommend it highly. And the way it is, psychologically speaking. What I mean is the way it makes a woman seem even more subservient than usual. In a cunt, it can still be the conception thing, if you see what I'm getting at. But up the ass, there can be no doubt-you're using the chick for your sexual gratification only. Oh, I don't mean to sound like a sadist or anything like that. Like I'd never make a girl do anything that went against her own will-the chick has to enjoy it too.' But I do sometimes imagine that I'm forcing the girl against her will... in my own head. It gives it that little something extra ... makes me feel like a real caveman, a master of my environment.
"Yes, from the moment I blew my load up Josie's sucking, gasping asshole, I knew that this was the only way to come ... or at least the preferred method of the things I'd tried out so far. And now that I've gotten a lot of sexual mileage on the old porker, I still have yet to find anything that can make me come any harder. When I say I'm an ass man, I don't just mean I'm one of those twerps who stand around gawking at a pretty girl's butt as it twitches by. No sir, not this guy. I'm a take-charge man, and I like to give a nice reward to the fine asses I The term sodomy has long been synonymous with anal sexual contacts-mistakenly so. Little distinction had been made between such acts as homosexual genital-anal activity, lesbian oral-genital contacts, or human-animal sexuality, for instance, even though we have covered a fairly wide spectrum of deviant sexuality with these subjects. However, inhibited by puritanical sexual mores, the ancients who made up tribal laws spared the details and instead lumped almost any act that was considered to be abnormal under the heading of "sodomy."
We have come a long way from the days when little distinction was made between different types of sexuality, and we now realize that many heterosexual couples, as well as the vast majority of male homosexuals, rely upon anality to some extent as a means of sexual stimulation.
Freud claimed that many homosexuals, as well as those with sadomasochistic yearnings, had stopped growing emotionally at what he termed the "anal stage" of sexual development. While he was correct in many of his assumptions, we have now come to find that many well-adjusted adults experience pleasure in a great number of sexual variations previously described as aberrant behavior. Today we can only judge each case individually, but it is a fairly safe assumption to say that only those persons who find little satisfaction with their sexual lives, or those who become dependent on a self-destructive pattern of sexual regression should turn to professionals for help in achieving a more satisfactory life pattern.
Wilhelm Stekel was an early researcher who realized the strong link of sexual fantasy and their fetishistic role in expressing such desires actively. He found such acts as anal lovemaking to be symbiotic in the species, exemplifying the extremities of masculine and feminine. Even in homosexual play, it was one partner who would be the aggressor, another the receptor of this vital force of nature. He felt that by playing out such activities, within the confines of activity that was gratifying to both partners, one could seek the release from everyday tensions that built up within the individual, and act out normal hostilities so that they would not build to such a point as to become unmanageable, as was the case with many antisocial psychopaths who were frustrated in their attempts at achieving some means of satisfaction.
He was also careful to point out that although the aggressor is receiving much pleasure from subjugating his partner, in being the top dog, so to speak, important empathetic actions took place within the aggressor as to make him feel the pleasures of the subjugated ... a human tendency, seemingly inescapable as long as man remains a mortal being. In effect, the passive partner acts as a surrogate for the aggressor, receiving the aggressor's share of subjugation as well as his or her own.
As Dr. Stekel points out in his brilliant study Sadism and Masochism: "The first and most important primitive reaction of man, when he hears of the misfortune of another, is malicious pleasure. It is a part of the most common demands of culture to hide this joy in another's hurt. The custom of condolence and the expression of 'deepest sympathy' have as their purpose the concealment of his primitive reaction through an active overcompensation .... Only in sexual expressions can this be dealt with honestly, as with the active partner who subjugates his partner completely, even though he is sympathizing in sort with the 'plight' of the submissive." Even those who narrow their sexual activity to a preferred form of deviant sex, are not so strongly disapproved of as they were a scant few years ago. Ralph, a twenty-seven-year-old bakery truck driver fits well into the mainstream of American culture. Other than his predilection for anal intercourse with his female partners, he might be called somewhat square. He certainly appears that way to the casual observer who might meet him in the line of his day's work. And really, he is no different than any other well-adjusted man or woman who might seek their sexual climaxes in somewhat more conventional forms. Listen as he tells of some of his recent adventures with anality and judge for yourself.
"I sure am lucky I ran into a girl like Kathleen who digs the up-the-ass bit. When I say Van into her' I mean it literally. I was at a swinger's party, a real group grope, when I ran into her, and I can tell you that my cock made her acquaintance before the rest of my body.
"It's really the nicest first meeting I've ever had.
"That party, let's see, must've been a couple of years ago now. Well, anyway, it was over at Nancy and Will's. They're a couple of swingers from this group I got acquainted with through this girl I'd been dating at the time. In fact, I was still taking Margo out at the time, and she was my date for the party. Not that it was a date in the usual sense of the word. See, what we'd do is get somebody to go to the parties with us. Once you get there you might not see them the rest of the night, except in passing from one scene to another perhaps. Oh, there are some swingers, especially some of the married ones, who stick close to their partners. Then there are the ones like me who are as likely as not to leave the bash with somebody other than the person they arrived with. It's all up to the individual, and what sort of mood that particular individual is in. I sometimes stay hot and heavy with the one I brought to the party, especially if I'm hot and heavy after them and no other great prospects come along and change my mind for me. Just depends on how I'm feeling at the time. The important thing with our little get-togethers is that everyone bring a partner of the opposite gender-we don't go for the gay route so much. That way we have an even number when- ever things get interesting ... plenty for everybody.
"So Margo and I got there a little late that night. I'm not sure... oh, yes-I had to drop her roommate off at the airport before, I'm pretty sure that's what it was. Anyhow, by the time we got there, practically everyone else has stripped down to the buff and had gotten into the action. Will came over to greet us, and from the perspiration dripping down his rounded, hairy belly, I could see he'd just gotten done with a performance himself.
"On his arm was a newcomer to the action, a perky little redhead named Peg. From the glistening look her eyes gave me, I could tell that she had been Will's co-performer. Will introduced us to the cute-as-a-button little stewardess, and from the warmth of her greeting I could tell that the two of us would just have to get together sooner or later, preferably sooner.
"Giving Peg a playful slap on her sex-reddened behind and sending her off to the kitchen to get us a drink, Will pulled me aside and whispered in my ear.
" 'If you think she's something, you oughta see the other goodies up for newies this time.' "By 'newies' he meant any member not yet initiated to our little circle. We always tested new swingers out to make sure they were liberated enough to swing with big-leaguers like ourselves.
" 'Louie got this other chick to come-whew, you're not going to believe her!" He stopped and gestured with his hands, trying in vain to blueprint her fabulous design to me. I caught myself searching around the room in hopes of sighting this new face, but about all I could see were bobbing tits and asses-quite a group grope going on there on the living room floor.
"'Well, pal, all I can tell you is- you meet this chick, Kathleen, you'll flip for sure! Louie did himself proud this time ... hoo-boy, did he ever.' "It was to turn out to be the classic understatement, the best call since the Babe called his home-run shot in the series with the Cubs.
"Louie, he's got this bar. Not a swingers' bar exactly, but a lot of us who do swing go down there to chew the fat every now and again. Like it's mostly straight cats that frequent the bar- can't do shit in a bar anyhow. But every so often, Louie will spot a real winner, and test them out to see if they're hip to the scene. Most of the new chicks we got into our group came through Louie, so you can imagine just how important he is to the rest of us.
"But before I was to meet Kathleen, and subsequently fall for a girl like I never had before, I was in for some preliminaries, and some very interesting preliminaries at that. And it was to be in the form of Peg, the other newcomer of the evening. It was at Will's suggestion, and with his highest recommendations, that Peg and I put aside our drinks and made it for the nearest bedroom. Besides, Will wanted to get to Margo -she's always been one of his favorites.
"I decided on trying for some privacy, or at least some relative privacy, so I could have this new goodie all to myself, at least for the time being. She was a real bouncy number, real friendly like, as if she was still on the job, doing all that good-time PR work for the airlines. It's always been a fantasy of mine to make it with a stewardess-every time I took a plane, I'd entertain myself by fantasizing a sex scene, mentally stripping off those enticing uniforms they all wear. I'll have to admit that I was going through the reverse process with Peg since she was naked as the day she was born. Not that I'm a clothes freak or anything remotely up that alley. It's just that those cute uniforms always tease me so much, that it was a pleasure at one moment to imagine how that uniform covered her cute little body, and the next be confronted with the reality of her nudity. Wow-I get hard just thinking about it even now.
"Peg didn't mess around-telling me that she still needed a bit of rest from her recent toss in the sack with Will, she offered to give me head-an offer I can never turn down. In fact, getting head is second only to cornholing in my order of preference-even better than sticking it in a snatch. Somehow, having a girl give you head is similar to porking her poop-chute. In both instances, the girl's position of submission is undeniable. Lest I be judged as too harsh on womankind, and not wanting any of those cock-sucking women's lib cunts at my door, I'll have to say my position on the giving and getting of head differs from the asshole factor in that I sometimes-not very often, but sometimes- will give head to a chick. If she's really a gal that grooves on it, and she's done a good job on me, I'll do it. I don't go crazy over it, but I find it more agreeable than taking it in the ass. I'm one of those people who just can't take it in the ass. For one thing it's painful to me, and number two, it's just too humiliating. Humiliation is for girls and faggots. And that's a fucking fact.
"Peg wasted no time in getting my clothes stripped off. I hardly had a chance to get a breath. As soon as I was as naked as her, she gently urged me down on my back, lying atop the bed, my hands resting my head, while she climbed over my thighs and lowered her pretty little freckle-face down over my rising cock.
"Man, I've got one of the fastest-growing cocks in the world-especially when it goes for a couple of days without nookie. And it had been three or four days, if I remember right .... Whatever it was it was a hell of a long time for me. Peg's eyes practically popped out when she saw how quick my John Henry got up to attention. She'd barely brushed her hands on it once before it started growing. It grows in three or four big spurts, timed to the throb of my heart. Really something to see, I'm told. Of course, it's old hat to a big stud like me.
"She just grins real big and runs her hands down and pats my balls real gentle like, marveling at my now rock-hard cock that throbbed under her nostrils. She tugged playfully at the old pubes as he leaned her face over my tool, spreading her lips and blowing out a hot gust of air that made the drum-tight skin of my prick-head chill in anticipation. And then she touched those plush lips of hers against the very tip.
"Good Jesus-I practically bounced up off the bed. Like I said, I was horny, and that bitch had hit me at just the right moment. She toyed with my cock at first, running her right hand up from my nuts to the base of my cock to grasp it for support, while her head hovered about six inches above it, teasing and tantalizing.
"She was a real pro, this chick, blending just the right amount of suck, lick and blow ... and just a pinch of bite that really drove me bananas.
Her tongue flicked out serpentlike between her polished white teeth to strike tentatively at the opening, depositing tiny flecks of saliva that lubed her way.
"Sure was feeling fine, this BJ. Baby started pumping at the shaft of my cock with her hand while she sucked away topside with her fat lips. I looked around to see if there was anything I could do for her, but since her body was straddled over my thighs, I couldn't really reach her effectively. Besides, this was supposed to be a breather for her, a quick rest for her box before proceeding on with the best part of the show. For her anyway. I was pretty happy with the way things were going as it was now. Just laid back and rested my head in my hands, trying for all my might to keep from coming too early.
"That sweet little stewardess was making it awfully difficult for me to maintain any self-control though. I could tell that she'd flown united before from the way she wore my cock in her mouth.
"She was really after the milk now-hunkering down past the head with her lips, getting a real good stranglehold on the circumference of my meat, then sucking in a big gob, releasing the hold and blowing a lungful of hot air on the head. Each time her head bobbed down, it went a little farther-about twenty strokes and she was taking about three-fourths of my tool into her mouth. Her cheeks were all puffed out in her efforts, eyes bulging in ecstasy, sweat mingled with her powder and makeup dripping down onto my stomach.
"My ass was bunching up in a ball, dry-fucking her face, thrusting my weight up off the bed for a second before falling heavily back. At first, my sudden motions threw her off, and my cock almost slipped completely from her lips. But just at the tip, her mouth puckered mightily and grasped it, sucking even more of my meat in on the next downward gulp.
"It was hard, hard, hard to think of anything more to say about it.... I threw in the entire situation around me ... too overwhelming. There was just too much sensation to pick out details. It all seems so ... parenthetical (I learned that from a professor's wife on my bakery route. I think it means too much, like baby, you're absolutely parenthetical. Well, maybe that's not it.) But whatever it was it sure seemed to s-t-r-e-t-c-h out my come, which is to say that it took me a longer time to come ... therefore I had occupied more space in time... and I sure do talk funny when I come. " "Yeah, that's what I mean. Like it all gets very swirly and crazylike for me when I come ... which is great as far as I'm concerned, but I've got to try and be more descriptive for y'awl, if you get what I mean. I'm trying to fill up a big cunt with my little cock.... Well, in this particular instance, a big mouth. I'm not real big, but I'm cute. In fact, a girl is more willing to give head to a guy with an average to medium cock than she will with a guy who's got a big mother. Fuck-it scares the shit out of them cunts when they see a big whanger that they're supposed, to eat. And that's a fact, in fact.
"Now how we got through all of that, and why, is really Confusing, but like I said, I lose all track of time and everything when I come. And I'd just come hard. So hard that the chick, this Miss Peggy Sue something, pulled back in fright (she told me later that she's just not that kind of girl, not the kind who will swallow a guy's come ... and what a great big cop-out that becomes----I mean, alright-a chick don't want to give head, fine, but if you're gonna do it, go all the way----Got that, girls?) and my geyser spurted out in great spurts, some of them flinging themselves clear across the room and landing on Will's typewriter ... but it was a Smith-Corona, not an Underwood. I'd come on. You might wonder about the typewriter in the bedroom. I do.... Maybe Will has his old lady type to him while he beats his meat.
"So for the chick doing all this dirt to me, not taking my good old come in her mouth, I'm laying there considering not paying her back. But I just consider it about long enough for me to work up another good load. After all, she'd made me come, that's all that really mattered. Still, things like that can really piss me off. I went on debating -with myself. My cock deflated between my legs, covered with stiffening goo that ensnared the roots of my pubes.
"Fuck the chick. She's really gone and pissed me off with that pulling-back shit.
"About then, she runs her hands gently across my chest, causing goose pimples to pop out.
"Well, I'm thinking, maybe I should give the little lady a break. Just scoping in on those gorgeous hunks of dairy meat dangling beneath her rib cage.
"Then I suddenly am aware of some trickly come juice that's dribbling down my ankle. Fuck, the stupid cunt! If she'd have taken my load without whimpering, like a man, I wouldn't be in this fine mess she'd gotten me in this time. Or some such shit.
"But then she's laying that nice sleek body of hers down on me, and the debate's off as I'm taking off again.
"I mean, a guy's entitled to change his mind.
"Still, you cunts should realize my little philosophy and not ever in your lives pull back on a squirting cock.
"Unless, of course, your old man wants that you should do that That's a whole new ball-game you've got there, mister, or missis, what- ever. Then my little philosophy's knocked right out of the box. A new game, yessir. But that's another man you're talking to there. And if you're his, do like he tells you he wants that you should do to him. But don't go using your own cunt brains to try and reason it out, cause it just don't work, Gracie. A woman's brains, they're between her legs. Understand? Right!
"O.K. now I want you to listen to what happened next, now that I'm getting my strength back, and better able to talk more normal again. We were talking about fucking and sucking, right.
"Yeah, the chick is climbing right up on my chest and practically begging for me to give her the meat. Must've gotten all horny while she was polishing my knob. Things like that get some people all excited. No shit.
"So I just wrap my arms tight around Peg and begin a sort of dry-humping underneath her. I then start to roll her over so that I can get the commanding position, but by the time she's on her side, she gets another idea. She pulls up her legs, sticking them almost straight up in the air, and invites me to take her that way ... with me laying on my side, that is. I scootch over to her and spread one arm out by her head for support. She raises her head to allow me to slide it under her. I then move my hips over so that I'm in the right position and press my soft cock against the cheeks of her ass. She wriggles that hot flesh around, grinding it against my pecker until it goes through its change, springing to full life in about four or five throbs.
"Once my cock is nice and hard, I push tentatively against her smoke hole, but she squirms around as if to tell me I've found the wrong hole. But I press the advantage again. This time she sees that I'm really aiming to shove it to her asshole instead of her pussy, and she begins shaking her head from side to side in the negative, telling me that it's a no-no. Well, fuck. Looks like she really is a cop-out. y "But like I say, I never force anybody to do anything that goes against their grain. After all, pussies can be fun too.
"So I move the head of my cock up a bit and dip it into some of her pussy juices that are brewing in her groove ... nice and lubricated, just the opposite of how I really dig it. I know with this honey that I'll have to be quick-she's a real wet one, and you know that I like them dry ... hot and dry like an asshole. Well, you can't always have everything.
"So, lying there on my side, I begin to push it into her mushy box. She's real glad that she doesn't have an argument concerning which hole on her hands anymore... or I guess I should say on her holes anymore. She's so glad that she pushes my hand that was guiding my cock away and takes hold of my porker herself, cramming it up her snatch with a squeaky 'Ooooo' in response to the feeling my meat now brings her.
"I tried as best I could to adjust to this position, not having included it in my little repertoire in the recent months. But soon, I had found the groove and was slipping and sliding through her gooey folds, the chick squealing with joy as she tried to screw that sloppy cunt of hers down around my churning cock.
"She really could work those little hips of hers-I'll say that much for her. And I guess I really can't fault her for having such a sloppy box, especially since so many guys like it like that. I don't know-makes me feel that I'm putting it to a hunk of beaten-up liver or something. But she was making it as interesting as possible ... I'll even stand still for a 'one' on a one-to-ten scale. Sometimes, when I'm coming too fast or something, I'll actually try and rate the broad on my little sex scale when I'm putting it to them. That way, I'll take a little longer. One thing for sure-no girl that I've had to stop and rate at a time like that ever got a ten from me ... or even a nine for that matter. I mean if I'm taking my mind off what's really happening, it's a sure bet that she ain't giving me what for ... I mean my real money's worth. I mean, can she? It sure doesn't seem that way to me, that's for sure.
"Generally a regular pussy-fuck never scores more than a six, or at best a seven with me. I'd say I was getting about a five ... possibly a weak ix out of Peg. Her sloppy cunt pulled her score way down there, but the efforts she was making to compensate pulled her mark back up a little.
"Now a real good head job just might get as high as a nine. When Kathleen gives me one of her super-duper head jobs, she might wind up that high. But one like the one Peg had just pulled-a shitty number like that-fuck, one or two maybe. Oh, she was going for a seven or eight, but the number of pulling back when she struck oil, that just ain't cutting it. Knocked her right out of the box.
"A girl's gotta pull a pretty lousy number not to score an eight or nine when it's her ass that's entertaining my fat meat. And she doesn't even have to try half-hard to score a perfect ten. Wowee-I get all horny just thinking about a nice, shit-packed asshole. Mmmmmmm! That's how much I love my ass.
"So here I was fucking this five or six, running my hands over my number's rolling breasts as she strained behind my steady fucking. She had stretched her legs out-at least her right one which was furthest from me. Her left was as straight as possible under the circumstances, draped over my hips, the heel rocking on the bed to give her hips a little extra thrust. It was a fairly relaxed ball for me, a good position for the guy to rest in. For the girl, it's about the same, on her back and all. But they tell me it gives a different angle, makes them work their cunts more, in tight, circular patterns that lets them get touched by the cock in areas normally not touched. I wouldn't know, I have to take their words for it. But what the fuck would they know, dumb fucking cunts?
"I contented myself with a nice easy ride, knowing from past experience that if I tried any violent movements in a slippery cunt, I was liable to lose my cockhold and get washed right out of there. So, fine - I'd have a nice little old come, nothing dramatic, but funner than a Salvation Army band at any rate.
"I traced my hand down over her many creases of stomach, that rolled and rippled in time with her frantic hip movements. Then I ran it back up to massage her soft tits, floating in a circle around the stiff volcanoes of her nipples. Moving the hand that pillowed her head just slightly, I was able to reach an ear with a finger, causing her to thrash her head wildly and to squeal even louder than ever.
"It was about mid-fuck, or thereabouts, that we got company ... something that happens often at one of Will's parties. And what company! You should oughta see such company.
"This chick that sauntered in, this had to be love at first sight, which is an experience that is hard to explain, this falling in love with another chick who walks in the room while you've got the old log planted in another girl's snatch. But if you'd lay eyes on Kathleen, you'd understand.
"About 5' 10" in her bare feet, and worth every inch of it. She had big balloon boobies that looked like nice round ass-cheeks, which from me is the highest compliment you can pay a pair of mammaries. That really groovy dark, dark red hair ... almost auburn, but a little more red. And just the prettiest face ... you have to be there.
"So I know right away that this must be the chick, this Kathleen that Will was raving about. I can tell from the fact that I'd never seen her before ... and he'd only mentioned one other new chick ... and since the other new girl was now situated at the end of my cock, I figured that this must be the other new girl since .... Well, I guess you can follow that line of thought. Even better, from the way he'd raved about her beauty, and the fact that this chick was a real knockout, I knew that this must be Kathleen herself. But mainly, I knew it was her when her male companion, a scrawny runt of a man who could hardly contain his excitement, said: " "This is about as private as we're gonna get tonight, Kathleen, baby. All the other bedrooms have at least three or four couples in them.' "'Well, I don't think they'll mind,' she stated in her breathy sexy voice that was just like the one in my dreams every night, crinkling up two fat dimples as she nodded to us. I almost came right then, but self-consciously pretended not to have noticed, slamming it hard to the suddenly inadequate bedmate who squirmed beneath me. 'Oooooeeeee, baby. Sooooo goooooood,' she mumbled almost incoherently -stupid cunt that she was.
"The guy with this Venus incarnate was really an unworthy character named Herb. Herb was a scummy little guy as far as I was concerned, because he always was wanting to suck my cock. I could tell just from the way he looked at me sometimes, really a dead-beat. But for some strange reason, Louie likes the creep, lets him hang around the bar all the time. Even lets him tend bar part-time when the regular guys are sick. Don't think the asshole has a regular job. But for the sake of Louie, everybody put up with him. Especially with the cute tricks Louie kept turning up all the time. But with this Kathleen, he'd really outdone himself.
"I was sure that Kathleen was doing Louie a favor to even look at this creep. I was noticing how she was stalling the guy, still trying to be nice. So much a romanticist I almost became then that I almost, almost jumped up to defend her. But as it turned out, I breathed a sigh of relief when they disappeared below the horizon provided by the edge of the bed to roll about on the floor.... I'm just not the hero type. Especially when a chick comes on me so sudden like that, and there I am in a compromised position. I silently hoped that she hadn't really noticed who I was, and had just seen me as one more swinger, entangled in a web of flesh. So embarrassing a way to begin a relationship. And how do you approach a chick that is so beautiful?
"I made up my mind for a battle plan. There was only one way to approach the problem. So simple I should have thought of it instantly. From the rear! My position of real strength.
"But first, I had to finish off this fucking cunt caught on my line now. The grass is always greener, but especially when it's as green as Kathleen's.
"So I just tried my best to psych myself into thinking that this Peg cunt is Kathleen
. my Kathleen. I wished. But it was just no use. The slooshiness of her cunt had practically drowned me out by this time, and my spirits were really dampened, to say the very least. I was losing my hard on fast, and I had to come before it became a soft on.
"But so intense was I on this new chick in my life, I hadn't even noticed that Peg has been coming all this time-squealing louder than before, like a real little piggy, jumping around on the end of my flexing pole like a hooked trout. Somehow, it triggered me off... one of the weakest comes I've ever had. But then my concentration had been so shattered.
"I slipped out of her almost immediately, my cock shriveled and slimy with goo. It wasn't even the kind of come that satisfied-a halfhearted effort that left my guts burning and wanting more. In all fairness- to the stewardess that I'd been so eager to take off with a short half hour before-she's really a nice little chick with a knocked-out, pixie-like figure, with a great personality, and besides ... all the girls really like her. She just wasn't into my particular bag, so to speak, and to top it off, the surprise entrance of Kathleen so outclassed her in my mind that she didn't even have a chance. Not a prayer.
"I just laid there half-assed fondling her tits, not sure just how to proceed from here. I had to maneuver my way down to the floor somehow, though, and get on with my rear-flank strategy before it was too late. I was now hoping against all hope that she'd be one of those chicks who could take it in the ass ... or even desired it in the ass, against all hope of hopes. Like every single time I see some broad that is superfine from an aesthetic viewpoint, she-nine times out of ten-turns out to be either a deadbeat or the kind of chick who doesn't dig it my style. Oh, I was so excited by the prospect of getting it on with this beauty, I'd be able to carry through a few tosses in the sack any style and get a ten rating. But sooner or later, I'd have to get a girl to go for my act... or else it would just lose its appeal. Even though my fantasy was really taking flight, dreaming that she'd be into my scene, my rationale was telling me not to get too excited, that a chick this groovy just couldn't be into a number as esoteric as mine. Man, did I ever have a terrific surprise waiting for me. In fact, if I'd have known at that time that Kathleen was a freak for taking it in the ass, I probably would've gotten a big rod on and squirted all over poor little Peg without anything even touching my cock. Wonder how she'd have handled that one? Probably not too good, since I hadn't really performed with too much enthusiasm while I was getting it half on with her. Would've been a real slap in the face to the chick ... might've knocked her right out of the box.
"So I finally figured it was time to get it on. Swallowing hard to keep my nerves from jumping right out of my mouth, I patted Peg on the tummy-a signal for her to follow me down to the floor. Figured I'd just try to get a nude pile going there on the floor with Kathleen and Herb. If I played it just right, I'd be able to get in between that gorgeous chick and him and ace turnout. I knew the asshole couldn't give me much trouble-he was such a scrawny puke, and besides nobody around her thought too much of him, so there was nobody he could squawk to. He'd just have to consider himself lucky to get around so much split-tail-he'd never have been able to drum up chicks like this on his own in a million years. And what he was involved with now had to be way out of his league, completely outclassing him. The slob had had enough time.
"Getting a confused, but eager-looking Peg to follow me down to the floor, I positioned myself close to that beautiful hunk of female and urged Peg to come over and wrestle with me for a while-had to make the whole scene look authentic. But even as the points of Peg's pert little tits stabbed me in the chest, my mind was a million miles ... well about two and a half feet off ... over there with that sweet hunk of woman flesh. Just looking at that firm full ass made my John Henry jump to attention in two throbs of my heart... a new track record for that horny fucker.
"Man, the luck was really running in my favor, for just as Peg and I settled down there on the floor, her doing all the action, trying to kiss at me and rub her things all over me... just then I heard that soft and smooth, that deep-throated voice of that sweet young thing, Kathleen, caution that asshole that he was hurting her. See, he was trying to give her head, sprawled out on her lap, clumsily attempting the task with loud, slurping noises that evidently weren't hitting the spot as far as the current mistress of my mind was concerned. She sounded as though she was getting a wee bit pissed-off... as if she'd had to warn him before. I hadn't really paid too much attention to what'd been happening with them once they'd hit the deck and disappeared from my view, so maybe she had warned him and it had been drowned out by either the noise Peg was making, or the churning of my mind as it fantasized a trip between me and Kathleen. Whatever- didn't make much difference what had happened, I was near her now, and I was definitely happening now. And she was really getting pissed with this fuck-up friend of Louie's.
"'It's your beard, it's killing me!' she winced, leaning back farther, her weight on her arms stretched out behind her, her legs spread out on the floor before her to offer her gash to the ungrateful advances of this slob.
"I figured that I'd have to make a move now if I ever was going to make one. I really found myself playing a corny hero, but the strange thing was-I was digging on it, my chest swelling out as I rode in on my white horse.
" 'I think the little lady is trying to tell you something,' I said in my best Brandoese, my arms involuntarily flexing as I got into the fakery of the situation.
"But the fakery was short-lived 'cause the minute that sweet face turned in my direction, startled as if she'd just now noticed our presence ... and now smiling warmly, encouraging me to make my act into reality. Chivalry was not dead after all .. .you could see her strong reaction to it in her eyes. It was alive and well here in Will's bedroom.
"The asshole didn't pay any attention to me, but I could tell from a couple of real loud, self-conscious slurps that he made that he'd heard and was trying his best to ignore the situation. But this swell-looking gal, encouraged by my presence, and the fact that the asshole had really hurt her with the stubble of his beard on his latest effort, reached down and cuffed the side of his head, causing him to jerk up, pussy goo dripping down his ugly face. I didn't even have to make the next move, for just as I was about to make a crude invitation for Herb to get lost, Kathleen's deep, commanding voice solved the problem.
" 'Time to switch partners,' she told him matter-of-factly. And Herb, probably used to this inevitable reaction from the many women he eventually disgusted, crawled meekly away from her, saying not a word, but looking for all the world like a freshly whipped puppy dog.
"Wowee-it couldn't have worked out better if I'd written the script myself. It seemed that this beautiful dame was hot for me ... or at the very least, I was a better situation for her than the one she'd just come from. Whatever it was, I vowed that I'd make it so that she wouldn't regret it. I'd give her my superduper job.
" 'Hi-I'm Ralph. Let's fuck'" was all the introduction necessary. She told me her name, her eyes winking at me in sparkling blue glimmers that melted my heart. I tried to avoid her gaze so that I wouldn't blow it ... tip her off to just how hung I'd already gotten on her. But my eyes just couldn't find a hiding place on that luscious body of hers. In fact, every place I'd land them, looking for refuge, I'd only get hotter ... her nice, melon-shaped breasts, her full, lush hips, her long and sleekly tapered legs ... everywhere. I'd just have- to get my meat into her quick.
"As she scooted over to me on her hands and knees, her breasts swayed enticingly underneath her, heavy and pendulous. I could see that she took good care to insure her beauty, from her well-manicured nails to her triangular pubic hair that was clipped as neat as an Englishman's garden. I wasn't sure just what to do with this babe when she came to me, not sure even if she was real... but she sure threw out that last idea when she ran into me eagerly her nose colliding with my chest, a wet tongue lapping out at my nipples and making them stiff like a broad's.
"I just let her flesh swarm all over me, sinking into a swamp of ecstasy. Man, this was really living! I could feel my cock swelling even harder, the veins about to pop right out and overflow. I pressed myself hard against her springy breasts, letting my hands slide casually around her smooth white shoulders to seek out the contours of her back.
"Her red hair provided a fine contrast for her face, the dark curls framing the almost translucent whiteness of her skin. Little ringlets danced lightly around her shoulders in accordance with the movements of her warm body as it worked against mine. We paused briefly to gaze lovingly at each other before pressing our lips against the others, the heat of our breath mingling with our fluid salivas.
"I could tell she packed a mean tongue from the way it immediately went for the roof of my mouth, the very tenderest portion, curled and ran its tip maddeningly over the supersensitive ridges. But just at the moment I was almost able to pin her tongue down, it slipped away with some real class and teased at the base of my gums, the bottom of my 'own tongue, and then out of my mouth, retreating unscathed, taunting me at my clumsiness.
"Meccoeee-this broad didn't putz around. Her long-fingered hand reached out and grabbed for my cock, gave a mighty tug on it, so hard that I had to scoot a couple of inches on my knees to keep from losing the old porker. Man, I even had carpet burns on my knees the next day. She wasn't fooling around. All that woman wanting so much of me. And I'd never guess a chick this good-looking could be so aggressive in trying to fulfill her demands, but she was ... oh, brother, was she ever.
"It was all I could do to contain myself, my hands pawing frantically at her back, my cock captured in her clasping hand. She really had a hold on me. This was the first time in my life that a chick had moved me this much. And the way I was feeling, she could keep it up forever.
"So, I finally realize that I've gotta assert myself now with this broad, or else take a back seat for good, like probably most of the other clowns she's been going out with. I also figure that with this chick, there's no halfway. I've either gotta really put it to her so good that I'm her Daddy, or I take a stiff right to the guts and go down for the count. Nothing half-assed about this operation you understand? Top-drawer all the way, kiddo.
"So I break the liplock real quick like and pull back, the doll letting out a long, low moan of disappointment. But she wouldn't be lonely for long. Scooting over to her side I reached out and grabbed an arm to guide her a couple of feet over to the bed. I practically had to give her a judo chop to get her to let go of my cock. Man, did this beautiful baby ever want the cock.
"Noticing out of the corner of my eye that Peg and that asshole Herb had gotten together over in the corner, him giving her head as she sat in a chair, I instructed Kathleen to lay the upper part of her torso down on the bed, so that she was sort of kneeling over it, her knees remaining on the floor. I didn't figure to sock it to her asshole right off, didn't want to scare her off- maybe that'd come later. But since I'm such an ass freak, doing it dog-style is my very favorite way-it sort of automatically reduces the woman to an inferior position, leaves her more defenseless to a man's attack, as she can't fend him off with her hands. Sort of establishes a kind of psychological dominance, if you see what I'm getting at. After all, I had to show this broad who was boss, or suck eggs from here on in. I guess I was functioning on a sort of panic thing-like shock. I mean if I'd have stopped and really considered what a classy-looking dame this was, I would have had to question what I was doing with her. Like chicks like this usually only happen in dreams.
"But fortunately for me, I was reacting well under the stress, and it's paid off for me in aces ever since. That little dream is someday soon gonna be my wife. You should see the looks of admiration I get when I stroll into some class joint, or a bowling alley with her on my arm.
"Man, as I gazed down at that sweet heart-shaped ass of hers, all white and jiggling, I really had to control myself. That was the sweetest looking ass I'd seen in years, with an ample flow of meat in all directions. I just shut off all other scenes from my mind, ignoring the two assholes over in the corner, concentrating on that nice asshole in front of me.
"But it wouldn't be that nice puckered asshole I'd be cramming it to right off... at least I was hoping that she'd let me give it a try later on. Yet, with a doll this groovy, I knew that her pussy would give me an A-l ride as it was.... So who's complaining. Most guys I know would've given their left nut for one toss in the sack with this babe, and that's for sure.
"She was really eager for the old cock, wiggling that hourglass ass of hers in my face, mashing her titties down flat on the rough bedspread. I couldn't keep her or myself waiting very long, so I moved forward, placing one hand around her soft waist, and drove my cock into the deep brown furrow of her sex.
"Kathleen moaned longingly and spread her legs farther apart, thrusting her hips back as far as she could to give me better access to her spread slit. I ran the thickness of my cockhead down past her nice little a-hole, then on down to the springy folds surrounding her pussy. There was just a trace of moisture there as I slid easily into her contracted pussy, just the way I like it. But as I began pumping into the soft folds there, she turned and pleaded with me over her shoulder, asking me to do something that just knocked me for a loop.
" 'Baby, please, the other one ... stick it in my ass, please, please....' Jesus, was this a switch. I couldn't believe my ears, my luck was having a fantastic streak. Fuck, even my dreams weren't this good. Here I'd been worrying about how I'd go about throwing my number on such a gorgeous chick as this one, and it turns out with her begging me to do it to her, that she was into the same bag as me. It knocked me right out of the box, I can tell you that, pal.
"Well, I sure didn't need any second invitation-I pulled that John Henry of mine right out of there and started pressing it against her ring. But then I remembered something ... I sure didn't want to blow it over a little thing like that. Really discouraging, at a time when we're both so horny, to think of it, but I didn't want to tear up her ass too bad. I slammed my head down on the top of the bed hard in my frustration.
" 'Fuck!' I exclaimed.
"Kathleen, who had settled her head back on the bed after her exciting confession, turned around once again to see what the problem was.
" 'What's the matter, baby, was my request too weird for you?' She said it in a half-taunting manner, as if she'd run into men who weren't into this before, a problem I certainly could sympathize with.
" 'No KY,' I replied. But she just smiled and told me to fire away ... she liked it a little rough. Besides, she told me, my cock was already partially lubed from her pussy juices.
"Crazy, baby, I murmured to myself.... This was all just too good to be true.
"Gripping my cock with one hand, I leaned the stretched head against the tiny opening of her asshole. Hard to believe that it could fit in such a tight spot. But after several hard thrusts, Kathleen lunging back against it and whispering breathy bits of encouragement to me, I penetrated the clasping pink and purple ring bringing a long 'oooooooo' from my new love as my shaft sunk itself several inches into her wildly spurting ass. The ass is even more violent in its contractions and constrictions than the pussy, but that's what makes it so groovy for me. It gives reluctantly as it is much tougher and tighter than a cunt, and fits right back over any foreign objects, thus giving you more friction. The friction is really increased when you consider just how much drier a surface the tissues of an asshole are, giving it a much stickier, tackier substance ... like flypaper against your tender cock.
"I could feel a healthy gust of gas explode in reaction to my entrance, trying to whish past the plug my cock made. Kath was going absolutely crazy behind my first few strokes, hunching back with her hips, her arms flailing the bed beneath her. I now had both hands on her hips, which I began to run up and down her soft sides, massaging the tender skin above her ribs, dipping them underneath her to massage at the fat rolls of her tits, mashed down against the bedspread and rolling with the efforts of our movements.
"As her hot passageway became more accustomed to my cock, I began taking longer strokes, the dryness of her hole tearing at the sensitivity of my cockhead and driving me into a wild frenzy. All too good to be true ... this Kathleen was a real freak for taking it in the ass. She says she got hung on it clear back with her first boy- friend-they'd been too poor to even afford rubbers, so if he wanted to stick it in a hole, it had to be the one leading in from her back porch. I silently thank that man, one back door man to another. She says that the orgasm that results from stimulation to her ass is much wilder and more prolonged than one from her pussy. Internally with women, it's mainly a matter of psychology anyway ... their sharpest responses coming from their clits. But Kathleen is just enough of a masochist so that the steady, burning ache caused by rectal stimulation gets her cookies really boiling.
"Speaking of her clit, I had run one of my hands around her side and down around her lower belly in search of said object. The smooth texture of her skin was driving me wild.... This girl had it all-looks, the right tastes in her sexual preferences, and to top it off, she smelled and felt just great.
"I finally found her clit, hanging around down there in the vast fleshy fields of her trench. I fumbled around for a couple of seconds ... not easy to grab one of those little fellows when you're pumping your guts out the way I was ... until I finally was able to grasp the tricky mother between a thumb and forefinger. Kathleen was going double-wild behind the latest development. In fact, from the flood on my hand, she was already coming, starting out on a long series of orgasms that left her weak, but still willing for more. I've never seen a girl who can take as much as Kath and still come back for more, smiling to boot.
"Pressing my chin down against her shoulder, one hand full of tit, the other of clit, I began to buckle down. Drawing my cock out almost to the tip, I would hesitate my downward and inward thrust until I could sense that Kathleen was going bananas in anticipation, then I'd slam it in hard and fast, stopped only by my huge nuts as they'd slam against the obstruction offered by her twisting buttocks.
"I varied my rhythm from long, slow strokes, to short and fast ones, so that she never knew what to expect. She was in sheer ecstasy, moaning and whimpering underneath me in lustful passion, begging me to give her more. But there wouldn't be too much more ... I mean not on this particular ride. I hoped there'd be a lot more in the future, but I'd just have to dump my load, for a hot, tight feeling was filling my nuts, and my guts, so I'd have to spill it soon or my eyeballs would pop out.
"And there it was-spilling my guts out, hot and semiautomatic, flinging hot, white bullets like a machine gun. I could feel the reactions my hot come was bringing to Kath's hole, causing it to jump and squirm in a receptive manner. Under me she was murmuring, 'Never better .... Oh .... never any better, baby.... Oh do me .... ' "So I figured I'd really gone and captured a dream.
"Some stuff for a regular guy like me. We collapsed in a pile, both of our bodies writhing spasmodically from the strength of our orgasms. I was lying with my full weight on her back, and she was going for it. She really likes the feeling of a man's weight upon her ... makes her feel helpless-at least that's what she tells me.
"I could feel my cock becoming flaccid, could feel it lose its grip as it deflated, felt it ooze down a thin river of my escaping come. It finally plooped out, dripping with its own come, and tiny specks of shit and blood from her asshole-the lack of lubricant had irritated her tissues at first. As soon as I felt myself becoming detached from this beautiful girl, I quickly pulled back with a sudden spurt of strength and patted Kath's ass as a signal for her to turn over. I wanted to hold her close in my arms now that my cock wasn't feeding on her, half afraid she'd disappear if I let her out of my grasp.
"But just as she turned over, she saw the debris on my limp cock and gave a big smile before diving down on the floor to join me, her eyes set upon my cock. She dove under my extended arms, making me flinch involuntarily ... I hadn't known just what she was up to. It only took a split second to find out though. She had bent, down on her knees and gone after my poor, tired cock, plucking it in her mouth without even relying upon any help from her hands.
"Man, this dame was really something else again! I'd never, in all the assholes I'd reamed, seen a chick go after my cock like this dame did -she just couldn't get enough. Especially when one considers the state my cock was in ... all shriveled and covered with shit and blood and come. But later on in our relationship, I was to find that it was just Kathleen's little way of saying thank you, and served to clean me up in the bargain. Yeah, she really likes doing that ... eating the shit off the end of my dick like she hasn't eaten in two or three days. Sometimes I think that little lady is daffier than I am.
"So it wasn't any time at all before I'm up and at 'em again, my cock responding to the nice tongue-bath Kathleen's given it. And I'm just grabbing onto her and holding on for dear life. Who'd ever guess a groovy-looking chick could be so hip. In my old neighborhood, it was only the real dogs who'd gone in for the real hot action. The good-lookers ... well they all had tough brothers who protected them and made them into some sort of saints or something. I think all those good ones either became nuns, or they moved away and became hookers .... No middle ground with them. But if a fellow wanted a real good time, they'd just have to settle for a dog.
"And here all this whole number is being disproved to me-a real looker like Kathleen who would outdo any of them when it came to doing it down and dirty. And her mouth was just about as good as her asshole when it came to sex. That tongue was really wild the way it was everywhere at once. In no time at all, I was coming hard. And I'll tell you one thing, she took every drop of it like a man. None of that spitting the cock up as soon as she hit a gusher, nosiree. She clamped her jaws on that tool and sucked her life out, swallowing big gobs of come just as fast as her Adam's apple could bob up and down.
"Yessir-she really sold me that time. And ever since, I've never gone unsatisfied in a session with Kath. Luckily, we found that we had a lot of other things in common, both of us being bowling champs, for instance. So it's easy to see why we're thinking about settling down together. We get along so good, me and her, that I hardly ever go to the swinging parties anymore, more content just to get it on with each other. Oh, once in a while, a little stranger never hurt anybody, but with Kathleen, it's like having a whole harem to choose from when I want to get some sex going-that's how versatile this little sweetie pie is."