Chapter 3
The Ethnic Gang Bang
As previously mentioned, the incidence of the gang bang in slum areas, or in areas which are highly populated by minority groups, is much higher than in other areas. Sociologists and psychologists do not find it difficult to pinpoint most of the reasons: lack of normal outlets for youthful exuberance; a lower standard of educational facilities; the general need for "birds of a feather to flock together"; plus a growing resentment for authority, both parental and civic, which pervades the entire body of youth today whatever their background or circumstances.
The greater Los Angeles area provided the author with an excellent opportunity to explore this facet of the multiple sex upsurge. While the average person thinks that the slums, with their minority groups, are the actual birthplace of gang bangs, we were surprised to learn of the many different reasons for the gang bang within a particular ethnic group.
Perhaps it is best told in the words of a young Negro, Lennie T. Although he does not state it outright, Len hints that he was one of the leaders in a large city riot in 1965. He is a militant black, and an intelligent young man who welcomed the chance to, as he put it, "tell it like it really is."
"You have to be black, baby, to really feel it. Oh, you may understand it, but that ain't feeling it. Well, maybe the best place to start is with my first gang bang. I was seventeen, and I hung around with a bunch that was pretty wild. Nothing big time, just wild. There were a few pot smokers, but I never used the stuff. Who needs it? I can get turned on by a thousand other things. We had our girls, but if a guy went for a chick, and was getting his steady ass, the rest of the gang not only laid off her, but they made damned sure that she didn't fart around with any other guy. About the worst thing a girl could do, to our way of looking at it, was to go for a white man.
"This Ellen, she slept around some, but mostly she went with one of the guys in our bunch-when he wanted her to. But she thought her shit didn't stink. She was what you people call a 'high yellow,' which is pretty close to a light coffee-and-cream color. Then she disappeared for a while. Not really, I mean she just wasn't there when her boyfriend wanted a date. We talked to her sister and found out she was dating a white bastard, so we decided to teach her a lesson.
"Jon, her boyfriend in the gang, called her at work and told her he wanted to see her that night, and that she had better be there. She was, and so were we. We took her over to a private club that we guys used for a meeting place on the nights when the grown-up guys didn't use it. There were about twelve of us, I think, and she was the only chick. I think she knew what she was in for, because she didn't say a word. She just looked at us like we were shit.
"Jon told her that she was getting too big for her brassiere and that she was to take off her clothes. She spit at him and said, "Take 'em off yourself, you black-assed bastard, if you want
'em off!' And Jon did, all in one big stripping motion.
"I got to admit that she was a lot of chick-nice big boobs, slim hips, a nice spot where her thighs met her body, and that pretty-lipped thing that showed through her thin hairs. And she had guts. She didn't flinch or beg.
"Jon said to her, 'We heard you run out of black cock, baby, or maybe you don't like it much since you got that white prick to play with. Well, we gonna convert you back, baby. We figure that somewhere among us, there's just got to be a black prick that will satisfy you. Maybe you just ain't been getting it in the right places, so let's start you off with the old one-two-the mouth and the cunt at the same time. Now, you just lie down there on that couch, and be a good girl. Be the best you ever was, baby, or I'll slit that cunt of yours clear up to your chin, and nobody, black or white, will be able to fuck it or suck it again!'
"He always carried a knife. Most of the guys called him 'Shivvie' instead of Jon, and he had that switchblade in his hand when he talked to her. She knew he meant what he said, and she just laid down on the couch. Jon motioned to the biggest guy in the gang, a dumb slob who must have weighed 240 pounds. We called him Horse. He had a cock on him like a stallion's-long, fat, and ugly-looking. Jon told Horse to get into her cunt with his prick and to really pound it good to her. Then he told me to get over her face with my cock and shove it in her mouth. Meantime, he stood with that switchblade poised right under her ear, and you can bet that she gobbled my goody while she shook her black ass real wild for Horse.
"After that, we all took turns with her, two at a time. One of us would fuck her in the ass-hole, while she was sucking off a second cat. Once Jon tried to get his cock in from the front while I was fucking her in the ass and she was blowing Horse. It didn't work out, and Jon got mad and made her jerk him off with her free hand.
"You can bet that chick was glad to stay with the black meat from there on. Matter of fact, I used to go over and fuck her once a week or so. She cut out though, and the last we heard, she was up in Frisco, working as a go-go dancer and peddling her ass on the side.
"There were a lot of things like that. Once we caught a cocksucker fooling around with the little brother of one of the guys in the gang, and we gave him one hell of a good gang bang. The only thing wrong with that was he enjoyed it-at least, the first part. When we found out that you couldn't wear this guy out with black cocks up his ass-hole, or shoved down his throat, we shoved a pop bottle up his ass until he bled like a stuck pig. One of the guys made him rinse out his mouth with some lye that had been diluted with a little water. I'll bet that cat didn't suck any pricks for a year, or have anybody corn-hole him either. For good measure, we also burned his prick with cigarette butts and matches so he couldn't even jerk off without passing out from the pain.
"But the real gang bangs-the ones I liked-were different. There wasn't anything mean about those, baby. You know, we always had a bunch of white cunts hanging around us. Some of them were on the 'equality and brotherhood' kick; others were show-offs, or were trying to spite their parents or boyfriends, but most of them were just plain hung-up on black boys. I don't know if it's true, but I guess all white girls-and a lot of white guys, too-think that us blacks have bigger cocks than do the white men. Maybe so, because I've had a lot of white gals come back for me.
"On weekends, these white chicks would head for our hangout. We had a hot piano player there, and the owner wasn't fussy about identification. Besides, we all had phony draft cards and drivers' licenses just in case the fuzz did show up, which they never did-not in that part of town on a weekend! When the joint would close, along about five in the morning, we'd head for the club-the one I described before. By that time, everybody would be high on booze, and sometimes pot or 'H,' and the place would really swing.
"One of the guys stole a Polaroid camera, and we used to take pictures. We'd get a lot of laughs out of voting for the best position or combination. Man, we dreamed up some that even those crazy Orientials never tried, I'll bet. And we had real games-like this one: Two broads would lie down on the couch, both on their backs, one on top of the other. Then a guy would get on top, and while the others watched to make sure he didn't cheat, he'd shove his cock into each cunt, alternating with every shove-first into the top cunt, then into the bottom. The gal who finally got to him, and made him finish his come job in her cunt, got to pick anybody in the room. And that one, girl or guy, had to do whatever she told him to-suck her pussy, fuck her in any position she wanted, or anything else.
"Another one that we used to pull was a 'come contest.' Some of us guys who were working and had a little dough, used to bet on it. We'd draw names out of a hat for the girls, then we'd lay double bets. All the bets were put in a pool, and the guy that came first got half. It didn't matter much, because most of the dough would go to buy booze for the bunch.
"The white chicks had a favorite game too. We'd put one of them stripped naked, on the couch with her legs spread and her hands stretched out over her head. Then we'd blindfolded her, and one by one, each guy would go up, lick her cunt a little, then shove his cock inside her a few times but not enough to make him come. Then, she'd have to guess whose cock and tongue it had been. If she guessed right, the guy had to go down on her and give her a real pussy-licking until she came. They were wild about having their pussies kissed. A couple of them were two-way swingers and they liked girls to kiss their cunts as well as guys.
"It might sound funny, but I met my wife-to-be at a gang bang. It was my last one, as you can guess. I didn't know her when she showed up with this Eddie. He was a sharp cat and he'd gotten her pretty loaded. She was only fourteen, and she wouldn't go for any cunt feeling or fucking in his car, so he had brought her over to the club. She was scared stiff when she saw all those naked cocks, and the white and black chicks fucking and sucking, and she started to scream and get hysterical. Eddie slapped the hell out of her and tore off her dress, which made me mad. I won't say I've never busted a cherry, but I just couldn't see doing it that way. I clobbered Eddie good, and we fought all the way down the stairs and into the alley. He had brass knuckles on and he chopped me up pretty good. He was going for a hunk of pipe that he had all taped up like a blackjack and I know he was about ready to beat my skull in when this chick suddenly appeared between us. She'd grabbed a milk bottle from somewhere and she belted him a dandy. The bottle smashed on his thick head and then she started raking his face with the part of the broken bottle that she still had clutched in her hand. I almost had to knock her down to keep her from cutting him up completely.
"We laugh about it now, but it wasn't funny then. I still remember her standing there in her torn panties, wildly swinging this bottle at Eddie. Corylee is a lot of woman and I play it straight with her. I have to. I can still see the look on her face when she cut into Eddie. I hate to imagine what she'd do to a chick or to me if she ever caught me fucking around.
"I don't know how the marriage will turn out. I'm going to work at it. I know that. And Corylee is a good girl. She was a virgin, like I thought. Of course, I've taught her all my favorite ways. I think she'll be able to keep me satisfied since she loves it as much as I do.
"I won't go for any of that sex orgy stuff or mate-swapping after we're married. I had a taste of that, and it disgusts me to think about it. I almost forgot about that one-it was a gang bang any way you looked at it.
"My older brother is married to this fat slob and since he's no toothpick himself, they got pretty tired of all that fat fucking after a couple of years. Jim had read about these orgy clubs and he got a bunch of other meatheads who were bored with their mates to try it out-a wife-swapping shindig. I didn't know anything about it until after the third time. He called me at work and said that he wanted me to come over to a party they were having, and that they would have a girl for me. It happened that one of the married cats was sick, so he told his wife to go alone, and Jim wanted me to fill his place.
"This married chick had made passes at me for years-even before she was married. It was she who had asked my brother to invite me!
"We started off by playing strip poker after we'd all had a few drinks. Then, when everybody was naked, they picked a guy's name out of a hat and he sat out. The rest played draw poker-three 'legs' to win the pot. That means whoever won the first three pots got to go on the couch with the guy who was the pot. If a guy won it, he could either take the guy or sell him to one of the women-not for money but for a suck or fuck.
"Wouldn't you know my name was first! And who wins the damned three pots first but my fat sister-in-law. I didn't think she'd have the nerve, right there in front of my brother, but Jim was laughing like a dumb ass-hole when she walked over to the couch and began to play with my cock. Everybody else held up the game to watch, and even if she did weigh about 160 pounds and was sweating like a pig, she gave me a real workout. She sucked my cock until I'd come once and got another hard on and then she wanted to sixty-nine.
"I didn't want to be chicken, although it bothered me with my brother watching us, so I thought 'what the hell' and went down on her while she gobbled my prick. Man, how she loved to eat the giggy! I came twice to her once. Then I dropped out of the game and got drunk. I didn't want to see my brother's face, the stupid sonofa-bitch!
"Then my name was in the pot again, and this chick that's on the hot for me wins. I told her to go to hell, that I wasn't providing any fucking show for that bunch of dummies, but that didn't put her down. She just dragged me into the bedroom and before I knew it, she's trying to swallow my cock. Even though I was half-loaded, she got me hard pretty quick and really gave me the works. I fucked her front and back and then to top it off, she sucked me off again!
"Don't get me wrong-the chicks at that affair weren't all that way but I think there's something shitty about a guy watching another guy fuck his wife, or a husband eat some other dame's pussy. I swing, but I won't go that route, and if Corylee suggests it, I'll bust her up good!"
Beulah H. is another community resident, but she is not a homegrown product. Beulah came to the area when she was thirteen, fresh from a grubby sharecropper's shack in Mississippi. There she had almost starved, along with her nine brothers and sisters. Her mother's brother had a good job in Los Angeles, and had always favored Beulah. When he sent for her, her parents were glad to let Beulah go to live with him. For years, the gang bang was a way of life for her and the reason why she became a lesbian are in the following account.
"Back home in Mississippi, I don't remember when a bunch of boys weren't monkeying around-feeling my pussy, sticking their fingers in it, and making me take their peckers in my hand or in my mouth. All I ever knew was tit-grabbing, feeling around and fucking-even from my brothers.
"I guess the first time I had what you call multiple sex was when I was twelve. I used to work on weekends at the house of the people my daddy sharecropped for. Me and my sister Elly would mop, dust, wash clothes, help can food and anything else they wanted, for a dollar a week.
"The very first time I was there, the man who owned the place fucked me and my sister-in the same bed on the same night! Back there, you don't accuse any white man of rape like you might do here. He gave us an extra quarter every time he screwed us after that.
"He had two sons-twins-who were away at school. Some big religious college. Ain't that a laugh, though! This Bible-pounding, church-going fucker who crawled into the hay with a twelve-year-old and made her a prostitute by giving her a whole two bits!
"The sons came home for the summer, and that's when I first learned what a gang bang is. The old man set those kids of his on to us the very first night they were home! We were sent to bed early in a sort of a shed at the back of the house. We hadn't even blown out the lamp when the two boys came in. They were about eighteen, I think, and they didn't say a word. One came over to my bunk and the other went to my sister's. They sure made lots of noise after they got in bed with us. They kept saying dirty things like, 'How'd you like a nice white cock in that slit of yours, nigger baby?'
"First, the one made me put his cock in my mouth while he was facing down and sticking his finger in my cunt. I could have come all right, but he was choking me with his cock so far down my throat. The old man hadn't tried to do that to us, but we didn't know that he was watching it all through the window and later he tried it plenty. When the first one finished coming in my mouth, he made me swallow the come and then keep on sucking his dick until it got hard again. Then he spread me out on my back and stuck that big, hard, white prong into me. Believe it or not, his cock was bigger than his old man's. It hurt at first, but when I got used to it, I worked my ass good-he had his hands under my ass cheeks-and I came pretty good.
"Then they changed off, with the other brother fucking me. This time I was on my hands and knees while he mounted me from the back. I didn't know what he was going to do, and I almost fainted when he jammed that big cock up my ass-hole. I'd been screwed before, but never in the ass-hole, and he slapped his hand over my mouth to cover up my screams. I heard my sister scream too, and she said later that that was also what the other brother had done to her. The only good thing about it was that he came quick.
"But we weren't through yet. The old man came in and they made us suck all three of them off. Then the old man fucked me while the brothers took turns on Elly.
"I didn't dare tell my daddy. It might have got him killed if he'd tried to do anything about it. But I was glad when my Uncle Ben wanted me to come to California and live with him. I didn't know it then, but I was only headed for more of the same.
"I remembered how my Uncle Ben had played with me, between my legs, when he lived in Mississippi. Once he'd taken my clothes off and put his fingers and then his tongue in my slit. I was about nine, I think. But I'd forgotten all that in the excitement of going to live in California. I also forgot that Ben had married a widow woman with five kids-all boys.
"You can guess what happened. I wasn't there more than three nights when Ben came into my room. He slid the latch shut on the door, came over to my bed and took off his pants. I pretended to be asleep, but he started to kiss my breasts-I slept naked-and run his finger inside my slit. In spite of being a little scared, I got worked up pretty hot and I reached out and jerked his cock a few times. He started kissing me and in a minute, he had it shoved into me. like I said, I was pretty hot, and I worked right along with him. We both came good, and then he got down between my legs and began to lick and suck my cunt, while he played with my titties with one hand. He made me come again, real good, and when he turned around, I didn't mind taking his cock into my mouth and giving him a good suck job.
"Two of the boys were fifteen and fourteen, and the other three were twelve, eleven and nine. Before the week was out, both of the older ones had been in bed with me and the twelve-year-old had sucked my pussy while he jerked himself off. Later on, the three oldest ones got me alone one Sunday while everybody else was at church, and we had a real gang bang. I sucked Jody's cock while Albert, the oldest, fucked me. Then Louis, the second oldest, fucked me while Albert was sucking my cunt until I came.
"Uncle Ben found out about it-I think one of the younger kids squealed-but he didn't do much. He just told them to leave me alone, but they didn't. When it wasn't Uncle Ben, it was Albert, Louis or Jody. Then I got pregnant! I figured it had to be Ben, although it could have been Albert because he was sixteen by then. Anyway, that dirty bastard Ben had me sent to a home for delinquent girls! I had the baby but I never saw the poor bastard. Some people paid for the doctor and the hospital and adopted the kid.
"I spent a year in that home, and for the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be loved! I know that square people will never understand it, but that's exactly what it was! Love! Sure, it was sexy love, and maybe it started out as just sex, but I met girls in there who know how to make love-because they knew how to feel love!
"When I left there, I got a job as a helper in the home of a wealthy couple. That's a racket as far as I'm concerned. These rich bitches come to a reform school or a home for delinquents and offer to give a home and small wages to 'help a poor girl get started again.' They expect that because you've been in trouble over sex, you're going to put out for anybody in the household-or their friends.
"They had a cook, two maids, a gardener and a chauffeur. Everyone, including the maids, tried to take a crack at me during the first month I was there. The cook was a Chinaman, and he offered to pay me if I'd let him fuck me. I brushed him off good. The gardener was an older guy, and he was sneaky. He tried to butter me up, but he finally made his grab-right for my snatch. I clouted him with a mop and told the boss what he'd done, but they didn't fire him, they just told him to keep away from me. The chauffeur was colored, and he thought that he had first call. But he was decent. He was willing to take me to the movies and to dinner, but he expected to get paid back in bed. I didn't want any man, not then, and I don't now. I'd never met a decent one in my life.
"The maids were French, and they were lesbians.
I guess I already suspected that the first day. Later I was sure because none of the men, including the old bastard who had hired me, made any passes at them although were pretty and kind of sexy-looking. They must have spotted me for one, because on my first night off they invited me to their room. They spoke pretty good English, and we drank and talked a while. They knew that I'd been in a home for delinquents, and they knew why. After a while, they just came right out and asked if I was 'one of them,' as they put it.
"I was dying for some sex with a girl. They were sympathetic and sweet to me. Both said they had never had a colored girl, and when I let them undress me, I felt good all over. They worked on me together-one kissed my breasts and neck and mouth, while the other spread my legs and stuck her tongue inside my cunt. Then she worked her finger deep inside me while she sucked on my love bump. Later, I sucked them both, but it was never alone. While I was working on one, the other would be doing it to me.
"The Chinaman must spied on us, because he brought the boss up one night and he busted in on us. We were in a tangle, everybody kissing someone else's pussy, and he just stood there with a shit-eating grin, watching us. When I got up-I was stark naked-he just grabbed me by the hand and yanked me out the door, towards his room at the end of the hall. I didn't know what to do. I knew the maids couldn't help me and I thought of screaming for the chauffeur but I knew he wouldn't risk his job for me. So I just went into his room. He surprised me by digging out two twenty dollar bills and stuffing them into my hand. Then he stripped.
"I thought I might as well go ahead and try. And when he dived between my legs like a starving man and started sucking and licking, it worked me up a little because he'd interrupted us before I'd had a chance to come even once. I moved my hips and ass so that he could really get his tongue in and when he wriggled around so that he was able to get his cock in my face. I went along with that. He didn't know much about sucking a woman's cunt, but I guided his finger up inside me, and managed to come just as he came inside my mouth.
"He had a small cock for a big man, although he was kind of fat. By the time he finished licking my cunt, I was in the mood for a straight man-fuck again, so I let him put it in. He worked like a horse, but he couldn't go deep enough to do me any good, and he wasn't riding me high enough to hit my love bump. But I pretended to come when he did and that made him happy.
"He used to sneak up to my room a lot after that, and I'd put on the act for him. He always gave me money, and I salted it away. Then I started going out with Ray, the chauffeur. I was always crazy about dancing, and he was a sharp dancer. He taught me all the latest dances. One night, when we were in this club we liked because of the wild band they had, the manager came over and asked me if I'd fill in for one of the go-go dancers who hadn't shown up. All I had to do was put on a skimpy costume and appear on the raised stage for twenty minutes out of each hour.
"Ray was all for it. He was kind of proud to be with such a good dancer, I guess. Besides, he knew about the boss fucking me, and he wanted me to get away from that house. I'd been letting him suck my pussy a lot, while I sucked him off, but he hurt me when he tried straight fucking so I had only let him try that once.
"The guy offered me twenty dollars for four appearances, and it sounded good to me. That was all I made in a week-not counting my board and room and fuck money. The audience liked me and I got a kick out of having them admire me. It wasn't just the guys. The girls looked at my shape a lot more, I think. Guys concentrate on your pussy and your breasts, but girls look at your arms and your legs and your ass.
"I left my number in case the girl didn't show up some other night, and the manager called me the next day to work again. I had to make a decision, because I only had two nights off each week, so I told him I would if he'd put me on regular. I guess he was in a pinch because he said he would.
"I worked there for five weeks and got an apartment in town with two of the other dancers. They were lesbians and we started having sex the first night. That bastard of a boss-the first guy I'd worked for-reported me to the authorities, and they sent a parole officer to check up on me. But I didn't drink, and I was working, and I wasn't shacked up with any man, so he reported that I was doing all right. Besides, I told him that my old boss had been making all kinds of tries at getting me into bed and I had to leave.
"One of the girls I lived with got me an agent. I worked my first big job up in San Francisco, on Broadway, where all the swinging dives are. I've been to Seattle, San Diego, Berkeley and now I'm the featured dancer at one of the big strip clubs in L.A.
"I don't mind stripping. I have nothing but pity for the poor bastards who are so hard up that they have to come to a club to watch a girl take off her clothes and wiggle her titties. Most of the girls I've worked with are real swingers. They date men, but they go home to sleep with another girl. I still date men, but it's strictly for money. You'd be surprised how many guys want to 'change their luck' by fucking a black woman. But they pay for it. I charge a hundred bucks a night, take it or leave it. But I give them their money's worth. I go the whole route-anything but up the ass-hole. That's out. If they insist, I just make fun of them, saying that any guy who'd be fool enough to pass up a good cunt-fuck for an ass job must be a queer. That usually quiets them down. Oh, I blow them and let them screw me in the cunt from the rear, and all that-I even go sixty-nine-but none of that ass-boring bit for this gal.
"Marriage? What for? I can have all the sex I want, any way I want it, without any complications, so why should I settle for one guy or one gal. Oh sure, lesbians 'marry,' or at least they live together as if they were married, but I play the field. I don't hate men, but I sure as hell wouldn't want to be always tied down to the same one. I make pretty good dough as a dancer, and I pick up a lot on the side from men. I don't solicit, but I'm available if they have the hundred. I'm not a boozer and I don't go the pot or dope route, so I sock a lot of the dough away. I'm not going to wind up on the streets as a two-bit whore, I'll tell you.
"There's big black population in L.A. Maybe someday I'll invest in a dress shop or a beauty parlor-maybe even a bar. I know one thing-I won't have to sell my ass for a couple of bucks when I quit dancing. I've got too much on the ball. I'm living the way I want to, and I'm going to keep on that way."
Prominent sociologists would point out that the path this girl took is understandable, almost to the point of being called natural. An eminent psychologist states: "For the minority groups, there is as yet little hope of attaining the top economic rung in commercial areas. This accounts for the high percentage of professional black athletes; boxers, basketball, baseball and football players. A girl has a much more limited field. It is either the entertainment business, or prostitution. True, many office positions are now being filled by black girls, but I have rarely been able to find any supervisory positions open to them. We have seen a rash of colored female dancers, singers, actresses and strippers in the past few years. Here, the field opens up because of the merit. All others have severe limitations as to how far a woman may climb.
"In the case of the young lady cited, her unconscious hatred of males, in spite of her statement to the contrary, is understandable. She did not go into detail, but she did mention that her own father and brothers had had sexual relations with her. Incest is very often a strong springboard toward lesbianism and prostitution. Her later treatment by men further drove her to lesbianism, and at least a form of prostitution.
"As a psychologist, I would have to say that this girl has done remarkably well, all factors considered. I believe that as time passes she may well take her place in the black community as a constructive, productive human being."