Chapter 1
I was sixteen the night I stood in my aunt's doorway and jacked-off while I watched the orgy.
I had known that my aunt was going to have a party, but-when the noise woke me up and I peered into the living-room I couldn't believe my eyes. There were about twenty people sitting in a circle watching some broad dance. And as she danced, she took off her clothes. Wow! What a gorgeous chick-absolutely beautiful. She tossed her blond hair, her hips wigging as she pulled her dress down.
I could feel my cock getting stiff under my pajamas, and without thinking, I took it out and began fondling it.
I wasn't the only one! Several of the men in the living-room were jerking-off too.
As the blond got her dress off, some one yelled, "Yeah, baby! Show us what you got! Show us all of it!"
I crept into the room, unnoticed, so I could see better. I sneaked beside a curtain and peered out, never letting go of my cock.
"My god, look at her tits!" a girl moaned as the dancer flipped her bra off and tossed it aside.
That's just what I was doing, looking at those tits! They were enormous, full and round and jigglely, and the nipples were sticking out like two little gun barrels.
I can see her clearly in my mind, bringing her hands up to her nipples and teasing them. When she shoved her panties off, the tension in the room seemed unbearable. I heard some guy groan, then saw him slide his hand up under some chick's miniskirt. The girl was on his lap in an easy chair, and as his hands worked, she threw back her head and groaned, licking her lips.
The blond dancer was naked but still dancing. Her hands flew all over her body; she was lasciviously teasing herself, and I could tell that her passion was real.
Then I saw my aunt, already nude, step into the circle and reach for the dancer, who slid into her arms. Their lips met and clung in an open-mouth kiss. Their tits mashed together, and their pussies rubbed against each other. I could tell they both really dug it.
Then the girl stepped back, and a naked man took her place. My aunt moaned and grabbed his prick, and set him off. I climaxed, shooting my load out on the living room floor.
As I glanced around, I saw various couples fucking, sucking, diddling, masturbating each other-people everywhere doing everything to each other.
It was too much for me. I went back to my room and jacked off most of the damn night, images of what I had just seen flashing through my mind. I remembered how lush my aunt's body looked. She seemed not to have an ounce of fat on her. She had a cock-teasing body, and I let her tease me with it all night as she drifted past my mind's eyes, her soft tits jiggling, her thighs yawning open to allow me to stick my dick into her.
Shit, if only I could get my hands on her! I thought. I want some of that pussy, for sure....
The next day, my aunt asked me where I had been the night before. I had just walked in the front door, pretending that I had been out all night.
"I stayed over at Jim's house," I lied. "Oh, that's good...."
"Have fun last night with your friends?" I asked. She gave me a wary glance, then smiled. "Yes, I did," she said softly. "Maybe some night I can join the party," I said. "What?" she snapped, frowning. "Never mind...."
I went upstairs and passed her room. A bra and panties were lying on the bed, and I stopped, standing stock-still. I listened for her footsteps coming up the stairs, but I didn't hear any. Then I hustled into the room and picked the panties up, burying my face in them. They were so soft, so smooth. And I could smell the strong muskiness of her, that maddening aroma of woman.
I unzipped my pants and yanked my cock out, Jerking my hand over it as I smelled her dirty panties. Again, as I closed my eyes, an image of her voluptuous body flashed in front of me, beckoning, and I spurted. The sensation was delicious, very intense. It seemed that fondling her panties brought me even closer to what I wanted, the experience I craved. My come spattered on the floor and I wiped it up with her panties.
Gonna keep these babies, I said to myself, stuffing her panties in my pocket. I hoped she wouldn't miss them, or if she did, that she wouldn't guess it was me who took them.
I went to school that day, for the first time in quite a while. My aunt didn't force me to go on any day; she expected me to drop out and get a job so I could begin supporting myself. I don't blame her.
"Hey, Paul baby!" a kid yelled at me. "How you been, lover?"
I glared at him, giving him all the hate I could muster. This stud was a wise guy, always getting on my nerves. He had a few years and a few pounds on me, though, and I didn't feel like messing with him that day. He walked over to me and slapped me on the shoulder.
"How's the boy?" he laughed.
"You kiddin', man?" I said. "Why don't you disappear, eh?"
His grin disappeared instead, and I figured we'd be tangling. But he leaned close.
"Listen, we're gonna have a party out by the pond at noon," he said. "Marilyn's gonna go down for the boys. You know Marilyn...."
I sure did. Marilyn was the school whore, a nice piece who would open her thighs for anybody when the urge took her. I had dreamed of screwing her plenty of times.
"Well, you're invited!" the stud giggled, clapping me on the back again. "At noon...."
He turned and went into a classroom, and I went to mine. But I didn't pay much attention to the teacher. I was thinking about Marilyn, about how much I wanted to feel my dick in her cunt. I was beginning to feel desperate about losing my virginity. I had gone on a few dates with girls who were considered proper, but I found they were too proper. They resented my insinuations, and I didn't have balls enough then to just grab hold and take what I wanted. So Marilyn looked good to me.
"Hey, Paul," Mark, something of a friend, said to me after class. "You hear about Marilyn?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. You gonna be there?"
"Shit, no," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I don't need no whore like her. I can find other chicks...."
He just looked at me, not falling for my bullshit at all. His gaze infuriated me. I hated the idea that anyone should know what I was thinking. But I didn't hit him. I just turned my back on him and walked down the hallway. I decided then that I would have to be slicker, have to hide my emotions better. And so I set my face and just ignored the people who crowded by me in the narrow halls. I didn't meet their curious gazes, as they searched each other's faces with those quick, appraising glances.
But by noon, I was uptight. When the bell rang for lunch, I just sat at my desk. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go down to the pond and get a piece of Marilyn, but I was scared, to tell you the truth.
And so I went home.
I just threw my books in my locker and walked out of school. When I walked into the living room, I saw my aunt kissing some stud. The guy was about her age, and I stood watching them as if they were giving me a demonstration."
"You look like you're having a fine time," I said.
The guy nearly jumped through the damn ceiling, and my aunt coughed.
"Go outside, Paul," she said, cool as a cucumber, or some other cold vegetable. "I'll talk with you later...."
"You mean I can't stay and see what happens?" I said. I told you I was a smart-assed sonuvabitch.
"Go outside!" she yelled, and I beat my ass out the door.
But I didn't go away from the house; I stood by the window and peeked in. My aunt was soothing the stud's feelings, assuring him they wouldn't be interrupted again. I wanted to throw a flower pot into the damn room so that he'd really get spooked.
"Cmon, honey," Aunt Hope cooed, pressing those marvelous tits against his chest. "Don't make me beg you for it."
The guy looked at her, wide-eyed, then grabbed her. They really went at it this time, and in a few moments, she had her dress around her hips and she was straddling him. His dick was out, huge and swollen, and when she eased onto him, he gasped and threw his head back.
"That's nice," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh, that's nice.
I watched her fuck him, her body jerking over his dick, her tits flopping free. He sucked one into his mouth and she groaned loud, and I knew she was coming. It excited the hell out of me, and I wished I was in my room so I could play with myself.
"Gonna cummmmmm," I heard the stud rasp, and then they were fucking wildly, the damn couch squeaking and creaking under their weight.
"Come!" my aunt gasped. "Yesssssss! Come!"
He unloaded, and I thought I was gonna come in my pants. He gripped her sides with both hands, and her body thrust onto him, her blonde hair swirling as she rucked his dick into her pussy. The guy screeched like she was tearing him out by the root.
When they finished, she moved off him, pulling her dress down. I stared at that sweet body of hers, and I wanted to walk right into that living room and demand that she give me some pussy. Shit, I had it coming. I mean, it was too much to ask of a boy to live in the same house with a woman like her and deny him what she was handing out to her lovers.
They had a couple of drinks, the guy got her off again with his hand, and then he left. I waited a couple of minutes, then went inside.
"Don't you ever do that again, hear meV she yelled.
She chased me into my bedroom, for which I was grateful. I shucked my pants off and lay back on the bed, dick in hand. I wondered whether I was going to lose my mind, masturbating so much. It seemed unhealthy. So I put my pants back on and ventured out of my room. My aunt was upstairs, and I heard the water running in the bathroom.
I crept up the stairs, then eased down the hallway. The running water had stopped, and it was too quiet. At that moment, music blared from her bedroom, and I almost panicked. But she didn't appear, and I moved closer to her room.
When I got to the door, I peeped in. She was lying on the bed on her back. Her legs were spread wide, and she was fucking an enormous dildo into her cunt. Of course, I didn't realize what a dildo was at the time, so I was astonished by the whole scene. Her tits jiggled as she worked that massive cock into her pussy, sliding it in up to the hilt, then withdrawing it slowly, so slowly.
"Ooooo," she moaned. "Fuck me! Yessss....
Her eyes were closed, and I guessed she was imagining one of her lovers making it with her. Her body writhed and twisted on the bed, the muscles in her thighs and calves flexing as she strained against the huge artificial dick.
"Yes, yes!" she wheezed, bucking against the damn thing. "Ahhhhhhhh!"
She fucked that mother into her with a vengeance. I had a good-sized prick, about eight inches, but that sucker made me look puny. It must've been a good eleven or twelve inches long, and she had it stuffed into her. It was crude-looking, but it worked. Her body tightened, and I figured she was getting the release she wanted.
When she pulled the sucker out, I hustled downstairs. I know I should've barged into the room and replaced the dildo with my own cock, but I was too scared. Sex was still a frightening unknown, and for all my bravado, I was unsure of myself.
Damn! I thought as I sat on the edge of my bed.
I can't take this any more. Something's got to happen soon or I'm gonna go out of my mind....
I suppose that was my first really significant sexual experience. It seems so long ago, and yet it has been only a few short, sex-packed years.
And it's been a long, long road from Grand Prairie, Texas, where I lived with my aunt, to San Francisco, where I was eventually arrested for committing sex murders.
How does a naive but oversexed kid grow into a sex king, with several horny chicks following him all over the country, begging him to fuck them perpetually and helping him suck other chicks into weird, perverted orgies? Well, that's what this story is all about!
I guess it all started when I was six and my mother took me to Aunt Hope's house and left me there. "Be a good boy, Paul," she said, and left. She didn't even kiss me goodbye. I never saw her again.
That's where the story really begins, on that front porch, as I watched her walk out to the car and drive away. I was a shy kid .until then, a wallflower type. But I started going through some changes after that, and I sort of blossomed when I was sixteen. What I'm going to tell you may appear to be stranger than fiction, but it's the truth, I swear it. There's no reason for me to lie at this point.
I don't remember much about those first ten years with my aunt, except that I began to develop self-reliance. My aunt wasn't very fond of me, and I don't blame her. After all, her sister-in-law had simply thrust me on her, and she had reluctantly agreed to take me. But she didn't love me.
You see, my mother was supposed to return after a year on the road and take me back. But she didn't show, not in the next year or the next. And then word arrived that she had died in a car accident, and my aunt was stuck with me. She kept me, out of whatever goodness existed in her heart, not wanting to give me up to the state. She knew how they treated those kids. And she had enough money; she had married some old sucker who died and left her a small income. We managed, as they say....
And so, by the time I hit sixteen, I was withdrawn, aloof, strong, defiant. I was sick of the fool school, and I gave everybody a lot of trouble. I was ready to go out on my own, but not quite. I know my aunt was hoping I'd leave. She'd had her fill of me.
And it was about that time that I began to take a strong interest in my aunt's sexual habits. She was a good-looking woman, a real knockout at thirty-five. And she was a swinger, a woman who liked to party, who liked her men.