Chapter 1
Linda and June: Best Mouths on Campus
"The first night we were in the apartment, I came in, looked in the living room and almost peed when I saw June giving head to this guy. And he had been a blind date for her that night. The first time she'd seen him.
"He had his pants down around his knees and his ass was propped on the edge of the couch. He was lying back and letting Junie eat him up good. She was on her hands and knees, lashing out at his cock and balls with her tongue. She even leaned over and stuck her tongue around his asshole once or twice, just for a little variety.
"But I guess I'm getting into this story a little fast. You see, Junie and I were the best of buddies our first year at school. We happened to be roommates, and we hit it off right away. The only problem was we both hated that freshman dorm. It was really nothing, with all those empty-headed kids running around talking about nothing but cock and doing nothing about it.
"We made a pact, June and I, that the first chance we had, we'd get out of that haven of cockteasers and get ourselves an apartment. We got the chance when we were sophomores, and believe me, we made the most of it.
"Frankly, I was a little shook when I saw Junie down on her hands and knees licking and sucking on that guy's prick. Not that I don't enjoy sucking on the joy stick myself, but this guy was nothing. I mean, he was a real loser. Not near good enough for June. But she was down there licking him off like he was the most beautiful of God's creatures.
"I slipped back out the door and waited for a half hour. When I came back, the guy was gone and June was ready for bed. I had told myself I shouldn't mention any of what I'd seen, but just like any girl, my curiosity got the best of me. I wasn't in the apartment five minutes before I was admitting to seeing June and that creep going at it.
"June wasn't the least embarrassed. 'But he was so ugly and such a nothing,' I said.
"'I don't care what they look like,' June admitted. 'When I'm sucking on a cock I don't care what it's attached to. He could look like Quasimodo for all I care. It's the cock I'm after. I love it.'
"I saw her point right off. I remembered that when I got going hot, nothing stood in my way either. And I'd sucked some cocks that were stuck on some pretty losing material. But, I had to admit, when you get down there with your head between a guy's legs and you're licking on a big and hard piece of meat, you don't really care about much else.
"We didn't talk about the scene much after that.
What am I talking about, 'much'? We didn't talk about it at all. We just enjoyed ourselves and did what we wanted. I didn't catch Junie giving head any more.
"That was one of the things I really liked about her. She'd do just about anything-she was freaky as hell-but she never talked about it. Just the opposite of all other girls I knew. They were all talk and no action.
"As I said, we were going along pretty well until the bills started coming in. Neither of us had realized how much more expensive it was to live in an apartment than in a dorm. We were strapped and we didn't even have enough to pay the rent.
"Both of us were carrying pretty heavy schedules, so that eliminated a job, even part-time. We racked our brains for a week, really sweating getting evicted, when finally Junie came up with the idea that saved us.
"She approached the subject very carefully. She didn't know if I'd go for it or not. 'There's one way we could make some money, and it wouldn't take much of our time.'
"I had a feeling about what she was getting at, but I played dumb. 'How?' I asked. 'I mean, I'm carrying twenty hours and I don't have too much time at all.'
"'That's what I'm getting at,' she said. 'I think what we ought to do is open a "head" shop.'
"It took about five seconds to dawn on me just what the hell she was talking about. 'You mean suck for money,' I said.
"She nodded her head.
"Now, I know that sounds like the weirdest, worst idea in the world, but we sat and talked about it for a long while and pretty soon it was shaping up as a good idea.
"First of all, there wasn't any way for the majority of guys to get their kicks in this bohunk town. No pussy houses or anything like that, and from what I'd observed, ninety-nine and nine tenths of the girls on campus would have shit green before they gave anybody any action.
"And the kicker was that blow jobs were fast and safe. No big problem about getting pregnant from sucking on a guy's prick. It seemed like a great idea. The main drawback was we'd probably have two of the most rotten reputations in the whole world after word got out, but, to tell you the truth, neither of us gave a damn. We liked to suck cock, and if we could, why not make money at it?
"The first thing to do was to get customers, and fast. The landlord, we were sure, would be paying us a visit at any second.
"We were right. At ten o'clock the next morning, there was a knock on the door. It was the landlord's son. He was, he told us, after the rent, which was almost two weeks late.
"We gushed and hemmed and hawed but, in the end, it was mine and Junie's mouth that saved the day. The guy was really rotten until June came right out and asked if he'd be willing to take a down payment. He thought a minute and said okay. Reluctantly. He thought we'd give him about five bucks. He was wrong.
"As soon as he agreed to the proposition, Junie walked over to him and ran her hand down the length of his cock. Now this guy wasn't any chicken. Forty-five maybe, and kind of fat, with not much hair. He looked like the type who'd have about three kids and a wife he hated at home. But he didn't have the looks to get anything on the side.
"When Junie got to his cock, his mouth fell open. I almost had to laugh from the expression on his face. But Junie threw me a very hard look that told me, 'This is business, so keep it serious.' I got serious.
"With a few movements of her hand, Junie had the guy's cock out. It was still limp; I guess because the guy was so surprised. But I walked over toward him and while Junie was wrapping her hand around his pecker and jacking him off gently, I got down and stuck my head up between his legs. I took one of his balls in my mouth and worked on it with my tongue. He let out a long, contented sigh. He didn't move all the while we were sucking on him. He just stood there, his eyes closed, his legs spread, and let us go to town.
"I kept working on his balls while Junie bent over and took his cock in her mouth. It didn't take more than five or six slides with her mouth and the poor, overheated slob was squirting come in her mouth. Easy as that.
"The guy was real embarrassed after it was over. He wanted nothing more in the world than to get out of that apartment. I'll take ten off the rent,' he said over his shoulder on the way out. Slam, the door was closed and our first successful, satisfied customer was finished.
"June and I shook hands. 'Ten bucks,' I said. 'That's pretty good.'
"'It's great,' June answered, Taut I don't think we'll be that lucky with many more of those guys. I mean, we'll be working with college kids, mostly, and they just don't have ten bucks for a quick blow job.'
"For the next half hour we sat around trying to figure out our rate schedule. After coming up with different amounts, we decided to play it by ear. As much as the traffic would bear.
"'And, hell,' I concluded, 'if the dick is a good one, I'm not above throwing in a little free service.'
"Junie laughed. We were both in high spirits. And then a thought hit me. 'Hey,' I said, 'what if some guy isn't satisfied with a blow job. What if he wants to fuck?'
"After discussing that little eyebrow raiser, we decided that we wouldn't fuck. Too many problems. No fuck; only suck. That was our motto. Unless, of course, we were on our own. If we found something that we wanted to fuck us, it was up to us. But for business we used our mouths.
"The next problem we had was customers. The landlord's son had been easy. Sort of a spur-of-the-moment action. But ten dollars, even if it was a good enough amount, was just a drop in the bucket. We needed some customers, and a lot of them.
"I decided I'd hit Bert first. He was the manager of the football team, and a real go-getter. I mean, he knew everybody and everything about the campus. I'd give him some free head and maybe he'd spread the word around that we were available for a price.
"I saw Bert the next day in the cafeteria. He was walking through the tunnel that led from the student union to the dorm where all the animals lived. That's what we called the guys who were on athletic scholarships. Bert lived there with them.
"He was about in the middle of the dimly lit tunnel when I called out to him. He waited until I caught up with him. I had decided I'd be as brazen with him as June had been with the landlord's son. Actually, I was about as subtle as a billboard.
"I walked up to him and stared right at his crotch. You'd be surprised how much that embarrassed some guys. Others don't give a damn and you can see their cocks growing while you're still looking at their flies. Bert was one of the latter.
"In just a few seconds of my staring down at the bulge in his pants, his prick started to swell and shove down his leg. I decided, sight unseen, that Bert had a hefty piece of meat.
"We didn't say anything at all until Bert asked me if I was interested. I nodded my head. And that damned son of a bitch dragged his cock out right there in the tunnel. Granted, nobody was around at the time, but someone could have been. Christ, the president of the college could have been heading that way at just that minute.
"But that fact didn't stop either of us. Bert unzipped his fly and reached in his pants. He pulled both his cock and his balls out. And I had been right. He sure did have one hefty prick. It hung way down his leg, and I have to admit that the goddamned thing was pretty.
"This wasn't going to be a business transaction; it was going to be fun.
"I put a notebook down on the ground and slipped to my knees. I reached up with my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. He was hard as a piece of steel. And big. I almost gagged on the thing. But he took it easy with me.
"He slowly shoved until the whole length of that giant dick was sliding down my throat. He kept whispering, 'That's it, baby. Take it all,' over and over again, and he forced more and more of his cock into my mouth.
"Finally he had the whole thing lodged inside me. It was so big around that I had a hard time sucking on it. But he took care of that.
"He reached down and took hold of my ears and began fucking my face. He was doing all the work. All I was there for was to supply the suction and swallow the come when he spurted it out.
"He started moving faster and faster. He was plunging that cock down my throat now, giving me no chance to move or to breathe. So I just knelt there and took it. It was turning me on tremendously, too. I wanted that cock now. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. He got into a steady rhythm of fucking my face. Pound in, pull out. With almost lightning speed. Christ, what a cock he had and what a fucker he was.
"But eventually I could feel his cock getting even harder and filling out even more. Then Bert groaned and pulled my face to his belly. I could feel the hairs above his cock mash against my face. He kept himself pressed hard against me, not let ting me breathe, not letting me move while he let spurt after spurt of come pour down my throat. He just kept spurting. I thought he'd never finish.
"His load was too much for me to take. I could feel the sticky white liquid dribbling out of my mouth, down my chin. But I didn't give a damn. I would have walked out of that student union with come marks all over me. I wouldn't have cared. Bert really had me going.
"Finally his come stopped flowing into my mouth. I had all of him now. But I wouldn't let go. I wanted to suck him and suck him until he was drained dry.
"He let me work on his cock for about another thirty seconds and then forced my head away. 'That was great, baby,' he said, "but I get a little nervous after the deed. Especially out in the open like this.'
"I reluctantly let go of his cock. It slurped when he pulled it out of my mouth. Just the sound a cock makes when it's pulling out of a tight, slimy cunt. And Bert's pecker was still hard. He was really some good suck material. I was only sorry I hadn't gone all the way with him before.
"
"Thanks for the treat,' he said and started walking away. The asshole. He didn't even ask my name. But I called after him. 'Hey,' I shouted after him, 'I've got a favor to ask you.'
"'I knew it was too good to be true,' he said, shaking his head halfway seriously. 'I thought maybe for one time in my life somebody'd do something for nothing.'
"I caught up with him and we walked slowly toward the dorm. 'I suck a pretty good suck, don't I?' I asked him. He nodded. Then I explained what I was after. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, asked me if I was really serious, and then, after I told him I was, he said it was the greatest idea he'd heard in a long time.
"He went on to say that he'd get us more customers than we could handle, only there was a stipulation. He wanted a cut. Two bucks for every cock he sent our way. I told him that was too much. We hadn't planned on charging a hell of a lot more than that for the suck job in the first place. With his commission he was liable to push us out of the blow business before we got started.
"He agreed that maybe two bucks was too much. He agreed to a dollar per cock, and added that he himself would be entitled to freebies anytime he wanted them. I agreed to that right off. Bert had one beautiful cock and I wouldn't have minded sucking on that big fucking pole for a whole day.
"We parted friends and half-ass business partners. Bert had told me he'd have some customers for us that night, so I headed home and got the body in shape. Bath, powder, perfume, the whole works. A half hour before Bert and his buddies were scheduled to show up, Junie came in. I told her about the deal, which pleased her, and then told her to get her ass in shape.
"'It's not my ass that needs getting in shape,' she laughed. 'It's these beautiful, red lips.' She headed into the bathroom and was back in plenty of time for our first scheduled business venture.
"Bert was right on time. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door Bert tramped in, followed by four of the animals from the dorms. They were nice guys, seldom rough, just looking to get their rocks off. Just normal guys who somehow had learned how to handle some kind of ball and were being paid to go to school. I think the nickname that was attached to them was the result of jealousy by the creeps who had to pay their own way.
"Anyway, the five of them marched in. No names were exchanged, except I'd seen all of them around campus. Bert, sort of smart-ass, asked where the other suck queen was, and I called Junie into the living room. That girl was too much. She walked into the living room from the bedroom stark-naked. Not one goddamned thing on her body. That got things going real fast.
"We each took two of the cocks. I stripped my dress off. All I had on underneath was a little pair of pants. Both Junie and I walked over to the guys-they were standing, embarrassed, almost in a line-and started playing with the cocks through their trousers. They were stirred up fast, but still didn't move much. Then one guy got into the swing of things. He unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out. 'I thought you were going to suck on it, not just play with it,' he said with a sneer on his face. I nodded and got down quickly on my knees in front of him, still fondling my second trick with my free hand. I took the guy's cock in my mouth and lovingly started giving him the best blow job I could. No rush, just a lot of special loving attention. Like mother would.
"That first guy's cock wasn't exceptionally big, but it sure as hell was hard and pointed. He even hurt me a little when he shoved that ramrod-hard knob back into my throat. But I adjusted fast. I slobbered over his cock like it was the last one in the world I'd ever eat. He got the special treatment, and he loved it.
"I guess the action got the other three going, because within seconds, all four cocks were out of their hiding places, ready, willing, and anxious to have come sucked out of them.
"I glanced over at Junie and saw she was doing the same thing I was. Alternating her mouth from one cock to another. Then she'd zip her head down between the guys' legs and tongue-bathe their balls, taking one at a time and sucking them gently until their owners about flipped their wigs.
"I got so excited, seeing all this great action going on all around me, that I even shoved my head down farther and tried to get my tongue down between the one guy's ass cheeks. I wanted to lick out his asshole. Not much, just a little. At first he didn't know what I wanted but when he got the idea, he opened his pants, shoved them down, and then lay back on the couch. Everybody was going by that time, all except Bert that is. He just stood to the side, running his hand up and down his cock, waiting for everybody else to get out so he could get his head job. It's funny, but he never wanted any action when anybody else was around.
"I had both my tricks down on the couch now, their pants down around their ankles. I licked all over their thighs-Christ, I even flicked them with my tongue behind their knees-and slobbered all over their dongs after working up a lot of saliva in my mouth. At one point I even took both their cocks into my mouth at once. Couldn't do much that way, though, even if both of them were on the small side. But at that point they started mauling on my tits, which were hanging out bare. I stopped sucking right off, then. 'None of that shit,' I said. 'You came for a suck.'
"It wasn't that I minded their playing around, but I knew for sure that if they got me started I'd end up spending the whole fucking night with them, and they'd both have their cocks plunging away at my cunt. And I had a lot of studying to do. Dammit.
"So I sucked on their pricks even harder, alternating on them, until they both started bucking on that couch, ready to toss their cream. I concentrated on one until I felt his cock get harder and start spurting good, hot cream down my throat. He moaned and groaned and poured come. It was wild. Then, as soon as he settled back, I attacked the other one. I got up high on my knees and rammed down with my mouth on that hard cock. It didn't take more than fifteen seconds before he was shooting his load all over the inside of my mouth.
"They both really enjoyed the suck session, and I had, too. By the time they got up off the couch and got their pants up, I had seen that Junie was through with her two, too. They straightened up their clothes.
"I was a little nervous about how to collect the money, but Bert took care of that. He walked up into the center of the action and said, 'That'll be ten altogether, boys.' Easy as that. One of the tricks pulled a ten-spot out of his pocket and paid for all four. They said a hasty good-bye and were out of the apartment.
"Before he said anything at all, Bert pocketed the ten and pulled a five-spot and a single out of his pocket. He handed it to me. 'Pretty good for ten minutes work,' he said and laughed. I agreed and mentioned something about his not doing badly either. He just laughed.
"'Now,' he said, 'I think I'll sample the merchandise. He walked over to Junie who was sitting and resting in a chair. He pulled out his cock and put it up to her lips. She gobbled on it like it was a juicy ear of corn, and I'll be damned if I didn't feel just the slightest twinge of jealousy. I sort of liked Bert...."
As Napoleon once said, when referring to the French Revolution, "successful new thoughts always bring excesses."
His opinion was really brought to confirmation in the case of the above two college sophomores. The girls, both products of their generation and the new "freedom of sexual expression," did indeed go to excess.
In their case, both young ladies substituted expediency for morality. They needed money; they had what they thought was an easy and satisfactory way of supplying that need. The human nature, however, often has a way of spoiling what seem to be perfect solutions. So does the Establishment, as we'll see in the concluding segment of the girls' case history.
It would be difficult for anyone who had not spent his or her adolescence in the aura of sexual permissiveness which pervades our society today to understand the motives of the two young girls, Linda and June, in pursuing a course which seems to us only the most perverse and deviated. There are few among us who would still condemn oral sex, but just as few among us who could condone the two girls' use of that sexual aspect.
But let's examine their lives and see what motivated them. Both girls were offspring of average, middle-class parents. They were raised with little harassment and little discipline by their parents. They were both left on their own from about the age of fifteen. Their wants were supplied, but their most important one-guidance-was not.
The girls necessarily accepted as gospel, since they had no other sources to learn from, the rebellious professions of slightly older, slightly revolutionary youngsters. These older teenagers supplied the guidance both girls sought. They accepted what was said, and made it their own.
The result is a completely cynical attitude toward morality, and even toward a sense of what is right and wrong. If it furthers a personal end, it is correct. That is the girls' philosophy.
In the monumental Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin and Gebhard, we find considerable attention given to the most central manifestation of the two girls' sex drive-oral-genital contacts.
The authors state, for example: "In about one percent of the cases studied, the male had made oral contacts with the female genitalia, and in about the same percentage of cases the female had been persuaded to reciprocate."
And further along, the following is stated:
Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be ... aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally.
And still another observation by Kinsey:
... among the females of the younger generations who had had some (even though limited) experience in coitus, sixteen percent had stimulated the male genitalia orally. And among those who had had more extensive premarital coitus, oral contacts with the male genitalia were recorded in forty-three percent of the petting histories.
Thus the conclusion: "Obviously, experience in coitus leads to a considerable acceptance of petting techniques which sexually inexperienced persons often consider taboo."
Thus, by using Kinsey's research and findings as a basis, there is much we can tell about both our young subjects. First of all, both girls admit to being aroused by oral sex. That, according to Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, would indicate that both girls have at least limited experience in coitus.
As a further conclusion, given the amount of times oral-genital contacts were practiced by the girls, the ease with which they adjusted to lives that could only be considered as degenerate by most, and the enjoyment they got from the act itself, it can be stated with practical certainty that both girls were, indeed, very experienced in coitus.
Let's look for possible motivation. Both girls intimated that they regarded the practice of oral sex as "safe"-from pregnancy. From what source would such an attitude arise? Dr. Eustace Chesser, in her Unmarried Love, points out the following in this regard: "The main parental concern in regard to their daughters is the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy."
Perhaps, and this is only a possibility since neither girl gives us much of a clue as to the influence of her parents except to deny all such influence, this "fear of pregnancy" was inculcated into their personalities. Just as religious principles and prejudices are handed on almost subconsciously from parent to child, so, too, in this case, might have been this fear of pregnancy.
In this age of "the pill," it is hard to imagine young girls, who have had experience with all kinds of sex, using this timeworn and not very valid excuse to indulge almost exclusively in oral sex.
Thus, one is tempted to say that evidence would indicate that both of them were merely looking for a good excuse for their actions.
The human mind is a complex mechanism. And psychiatrists, psychologists, and sexologists are just beginning to scrape the surface of its understanding. Conjecture plays the most important role in all of these sciences.
In a letter written to an associate, Dr. Freud expressed the following:
... we are involved only in a large guessing game, doctor. Nothing can be stated with surety, either about the patient J or about anyone. Perhaps it is the unintelligible essence of our work which is the most fascinating. To say that a scientist is wrong in many regards in one of these cases is not to belittle his talent, knowledge or intelligence, since so much of the time, so many of us are wrong.
Why did these two young girls act as they did? Seventy years or more after Freud wrote the above letter, expressing his frustration and fascination with his field, we are still conjecturing, still guessing. We suggest patterns of behavior and try to fit similar patterns together. Our interpretations are open to dispute.
"After a while I would have given almost anything to have him slam that big prick of his up into my pussy.
"The only time I had any trouble was when he went to Junie and had her suck him off. I sort of considered his cock all mine, if you know what I mean. But he always soothed things over by saying something boring like, 'Variety is the spice of life.' And then he'd laugh and I'd forgive him.
"He had us averaging about fifteen cocks a week, which added up to enough money to pay our expenses. In fact, looking at it from an hourly wage point of view, we were doing damned good. And there were a lot of cocks to suck. Brown ones, white ones, yellow ones. ... Bert even got a few of the younger professors to partake of Junie's and my special sort of sexual release.
"But if the truth be known, while Junie was taking half of the earnings, she wasn't doing half the work. In fact, she was slacking off more and more. But I really didn't mind. I liked sucking, and I was liking it better all the time. I was even getting a little worried at times about liking it so much. If I didn't have a prick to pull on with my mouth for just one night I'd dream about it all night and wake up with my cunt all wet and slippery. I guess you could say that sex was becoming, by far, the most important thing in my life.
"We'd been engaged in our little business enterprise for about three months, when one day Bert walked into the apartment. He never knocked, just walked in. But I didn't mind. As usual I was sitting around the place naked. I'd gotten to the point of only putting on clothes when I had to. After all, you never knew when a customer would show up.
"Anyway, he came in all excited and sat down, busting his gut to tell me something. He launched into his story. He had made arrangements with a guy who owned one of those girlie clubs to have June and me put on an after-hours 'special' exhibition. He had broached the subject to June and she had refused point-blank. You'd be surprised how snobbish she was getting.
"'I called the guy back and he'll use just one girl,' Bert said, 'and you're the girl.'
"He explained that all I had to do was suck a few cocks in front of some people--just like I'd been doing for months-and they'd pay me four hundred dollars. Half of that, of course, would go to Bert. But imagine, he said, two hundred dollars for just an hour's work.
"Somehow the whole deal smelled like three-day-old fish. I just didn't want to do it, especially knowing that June had refused. I still respected her common sense, even if I didn't like her nearly as much as I formerly had.
"But like I said in the beginning, Bert was a real good persuader. Since I was naked, he didn't have much trouble stirring me up. He started with my tits, just playing with them lightly. Then he leaned over and started licking on them. He had me in seventh heaven in no time.
"But he really didn't get me going until he started biting down on my nipples. And I found that the harder he bit, the more he hurt me, the better I liked it. He caught on pretty quick, too, because after just a few seconds of his working on my nipples he was gnawing on them like crazy, and he had me really excited.
"When he got down between my legs and started to stick his stiff tongue inside me, I started juicing up like mad. Christ, it felt so good and I'd been waiting so long for him to do something like that.
"He started biting my pussy lips as hard as he had my nipples. It hurt terribly, but for some weird reason I got all the more excited.
"Finally, he got up and opened his pants. His big cock sprang out, ready for anything. It was glistening with his own excited juices. The sight of that thing, and what he was going to do with it, literally had me out of my mind.
"He got between my legs and lifted them up around his hips. He aimed that big dick of his at my cunt. 'You want it, baby?' he asked.
"'Yes, Christ, yes!!' I screamed. 'Fuck me. Oh, fuck me good.'
"'If Bert fucks ya,' he said, 'are you going to do what he asks?'
"'Anything,' I shouted. 'Anything at all.' I would have let a herd of elephants fuck me if it had gotten Bert's cock inside me.
"'You promise?' he asked, still aiming his cock at my cunt, pressing just the tip against the lips of my pussy.
"'I promise,' I yelled. 'Now fuck me.' I was getting a little angry. I wanted that cock so bad.
"Then he slammed it inside me. If pain was what I was after, I got it. I was split wide open with that cock. It lodged into me, forcing my whole insides apart. But I loved it. I wanted more. More pain. More cock.
"Bert obliged. He pulled that big monster almost all the way out of me and then plunged once more into me. Again and again he fucked my pussy, never stopping, never giving me a chance to adjust. It was glorious.
"He fucked me fast and furious, and in what seemed like no time at all, he stiffened and plunged his cock even farther and then shot his load. I didn't come. I hadn't had time.
"I was a little disappointed in how quick Bert had come, but it had been so exciting, so thrilling to have that big cock ramming into me, I just couldn't bring myself to complain.
"And as soon as he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom to wash up, he reminded me of my promise. Honest to God, I didn't even remember telling him I'd perform in his little exhibition, but if he said I did, I believed him. I decided I'd do it, but I still wasn't happy about the whole deal. Although the two hundred dollars sure would come in handy.
"Bert went into the bedroom to use the phone. I heard him telling somebody that all you had to do was fuck me and I'd do anything anybody asked. That sort of made me angry for a couple of seconds, but then, when I started thinking about it, I thought why should I get mad at Bert for telling somebody the truth.
"The arrangements were made for the following weekend. Friday night was my debut. Bert said he would drive me down about nine o'clock and then pick me up at two. I asked him to stay with me for the night, but he answered that he couldn't. He had a long-standing engagement, he said, that he couldn't break.
"So there I was alone, sitting in a dumpy little dressing room, waiting for God-knows-what to happen to me. Nobody told me anything about what I was going to do or where, only that I was scheduled for midnight. And that I should be ready.
"I only had one visitor before the show. This creepy-looking guy, who, it turns out, is the manager of the place, comes in and puts a fifth of cheap booze down on the table in front of me. 'Drink as much of this as you can,' he says. 'Only don't get sick. If you get sick I'll knock the shit out of you.'
"I wasn't a hard liquor drinker at all. In fact, I sort of had a reputation as being the cheapest drunk in town. But drinking from the bottle gave me something to occupy my time, and it did seem to calm me down a lot.
"I didn't hear anything except a drum beating from way on the other side of the club, and I didn't see anybody-except the manager-until about eleven-thirty. Then this real tall, real black Negro came in. He was dressed in regular clothes and he handed me this cheap-looking dress to put on. He stood there like he was waiting for me to put it on, so I took off my own clothes and slipped it on. He didn't bat an eye when I was naked, and even after I was dressed. If you can call wearing that dress being 'dressed.'
"My tits were hanging out all over the place, and the dress, while being floor-length, had a slit up the side almost to my waist. I was dressed, but I was undressed, if you know what I mean.
"The colored guy said only one more thing before he walked out. 'Remember, honey,' he says, 'what I'm doin' to ya don't mean nothing personal.' With that said, he left.
"Now that little statement had me worried. I had got it from Bert that all I had to do was use my mouth on a few guys and the money would be mine. You know, like under the table, on my hands and knees and gobbling their cocks while they ate or something like that. I don't mind being degraded a little if I get paid for it. But this dude who had just left seemed to have a different idea on what my duties were.
"But I was drunk enough by this time to let what he said bother me for only a few minutes. Then it slipped my mind. The booze had done nothing, I thought, but loosen me up and make me sleepy. I was anxious to get this whole deal over with so I could go home and get in bed.
"About ten minutes to twelve, the manager came for me. He led me outside and up a flight of stairs. I could hear the music much better from where I was. In fact, it sounded like it was right next to my ear.
"I followed the manager out onto a stage. The curtain was closed, but the stage was all set up with a barroom scene. A bar, some stools, a pool table, things like that. It was pretty elaborate.
"The manager got me propped up on one of the barstools and got me posed so that my pussy was hanging out toward the audience. 'Stay like that,' he told me, 'and play it natural.' That's all he said and walked away.
"So I sat there, drumming my fingers on the bar, anxious to get this goddamned thing over with. If I had known what was coming I wouldn't have been so anxious. I didn't drum for long, because all of a sudden a guy dressed like a waiter comes on stage and gets behind the bar. He hands me a glass filled with booze. 'Here,' he says, 'you'll need this.'
"I just looked at him blankly and then took a long drink. 'You ready?' he asked. I nodded. He went over to the side of the stage and flicked the lights on and off, finally leaving them off. Then he got back into place across the bar from where I was sitting.
"The curtain pulled apart and I was staring straight into about fifty gawking faces. What really threw me was that there were some women out there.
"But I didn't have long to think about them. Very low, very sexy music started, and the bartender walks over toward me and acts like he's talking to me. In just a few seconds, the door to the barroom slams open and the big colored fellow I had talked to earlier walks in. He comes up to the bar, acting drunk, and orders a drink. When he looks my way the first time he does a real phony double-take and moves over behind me, on the next stool, away from the audience.
"I didn't pay any attention to him. The manager had told me to stay in the position he put me in, so I stayed. Then, all of a sudden, while I'm sitting there, I see and feel this long black arm reach around my shoulder and move down my front. A big black hand reached under my dress and grabbed a whole handful of cunt. And he was rough about it. That made me mad, so I tried to turn around, but he held me with his other arm, facing toward the audience. That freaky group out there had gotten a real charge out of his grabbing my pussy. They really laughed that one up.
"All of a sudden, the guy swings me sideways and he's standing there facing me. Only now his cock is sticking out of his pants, right at me. And I can tell you with no exaggeration that that was the biggest hunk of meat I'd ever seen in my life. And as far as pricks go, I'm sort of an expert.
"That goddamned thing was stiff, but it was too damned heavy to stick up. It just sort of arched out into the air, and I'll bet my bottom dollar that if that thing had been stretched straight down, it would have hit him at the knee. I just sat there and stared at it.
"The next thing he did kind of caught me off guard, too. He took hold of the top of my dress and ripped it. One good tug and the thing just left me. I was sitting on that stool bare-assed naked. Then he reached down and pried my knees apart and moved inside my thighs. He tried to get that black piece of meat in my pussy, but I wasn't having any of that. Not even for two hundred dollars. But he had different ideas. When I didn't cooperate, he slammed me alongside the head so hard I saw stars.
"The blow stunned me just enough to give him time to ram that cock into my cunt. About halfway. He split me open. Hell, I had thought Bert was big, but next to this guy, Bert's was tiny. The thick black mass was stuck up into my pussy, hurting me like hell. I tried to struggle, but then another set of hands started holding me quiet. The bartender reached over the bar, grabbed my hands and pulled them back. As soon as I was held on top, the black guy pulled my legs farther apart and started slamming his cock as hard as he could right up into me.
"He only fucked me for about a minute and then he pulled his cock out and pulled me off the stool. He slammed me again, not so hard this time, just hard enough to make me stumble and go down for the count. Right away he was at my face, his cock pushing against my mouth. He reached into my hair and pulled my head back so hard I had to give in to him. In a second I had his cock lodged in my mouth, choking me, not letting me breathe.
"They got me into a bent-over position and then the bartender starts giving it to me from the rear. His cock was a monster, too. I don't know where they found these guys. All I knew, I was standing there with cock slamming into my mouth and cock slamming into my cunt. They got into a pretty good rhythm. And then the colored guy started playing around with my tits while he face-fucked me. That turned me on. In fact, the whole scene was turning me on. A whole lot. I started wiggling my butt, pushing my cunt farther on to the guy's cock in back of me. And I started going to work on the guy's cock in my mouth.
"I sucked and licked, all the while getting fucked like crazy from behind. I pushed the colored guy toward the barstool and he propped himself up, his legs spread. I angled my tongue for his asshole. I shoved it up there and he let out a moan. This fucking bit might have been a job, but for at least once in his life, he was going to really enjoy it.
"The guy in the back wasn't any slouch either. He was pumping my cunt good. Good solid strokes that had me feeling an orgasm coming on. My insides got hotter and hotter, and I could feel myself start to shake.
"I let go of that black cock for a second and shouted to that creep behind me: 'Fuck me!!' I was out of my head.
"He slid his cock in and out of me until he knew I had come. I arched my back and let the waves of pleasure and release roll through me. It was great. But then, as soon as I got my rocks off, they changed places, and I found myself with the huge black dick poking my cunt to pieces in back, and me sucking off my own pussy juices from the cock in my mouth.
"I won't go into the rest of the details, but I went through things like being pissed on, eating out their assholes, licking their come off the floor. And then, when those two were done, I had about ten guys from the audience to satisfy. But all of them wanted a suck job, and with the action they'd seen, they shot off real fast, so that wasn't too much.
"But, needless to say, when Bert came to pick me up, I was ready to go.
"But then I found out he hadn't come to pick me up, but only to get the two hundred bucks. He got the money from the manager, gave me my share, and then told me the great news. He had just signed me for two weeks at the same job.
"The asshole! The creep! I called him every name I could think of. But nothing I could say or do could get me out of it. And, anyway, if the truth be known, I wasn't really that upset. I had enjoyed the night. And two weeks at two hundred a night! Hell, I'd be in good shape for the rest of the school year. If my pussy held out that long.
"I found out just a couple of days later that Bert had moved into my apartment with June. The two assholes were going to get married.
"As for me, I'm satisfied. I decided not to go back to school. I got another job coming up as soon as I'm finished here, so what the hell. I enjoy my work and the money's good. And I sure do like to get fucked."