Chapter 8
BAD NEWS
They can take Paris and stick it, for the most part. I had never had such a disappointment in my life the first few days I was there. Oh, they had the cunt available all over the town and in every color and race you wanted, and one night this big African gal and a sweet little blonde about sixteen, asked me if I wanted to watch them sex it together and then work on them both ... for fifty dollars. The farm girls away from Paris were two dollars, and they were young and nice, but awkward some because they didn't know all the tricks of sex yet.
But the goddamn money those cheap looking cunts in Paris wanted! The broads along the Champs, they got twenty bucks or more for a quick screw, and ten or fifteen for a quickie blow job up a dark alley was the cheapest thing I was ever offered in Pigatie. Worse than that was my new job and this prick of a Commander I had to work for, Commander Langly. I handled classified communications, see, and he made sure I worked every night, seven nights a week (unless I took leave), just because he knew I was young and single and liked to get around evenings.
Luck was with me on the sex side finally when I found this gal named Simone, thirty-nine years old, big, and she loved to take it in the ass better than anything else, and I mean she could have some of the wildest orgasms and buck her ass around when I fucked her ass. Damn! I liked that, and that was the reason she liked me, because not many guys wanted to fuck her ass to please her, but some would get it in there and warm her up, then shoot off. Not me ... hell, I could fuck it for a half hour and make her come half a dozen times.
We liked to watch ourselves in her mirror, and her kick was for me to take a picture of her ass right after I pulled out, see. She would be down in the dog position and the picture showed her ass and cunt wide open, her legs a little bit apart, and my cream drooling out of her ass and down into her cunt and on her legs. She used to send these to some guys she wrote sex letters to, and they would pay her for them.
Commander Langly was the most sadistic, fucking bastard I ever saw in the Navy. He deliberately did not tell me that word had reached our headquarters that my mother had died, until the funeral was over!
I almost lost my mind when he told me. I cussed that man out with every dirty, filthy, shitty word I knew, and the Chief there in the office who stopped me was the only thing that prevented Langly from feeling a mouthful of my fist knocking his goddamn teeth down his throat. I think I could have killed that bastard right then! The way he said it, with that goddamn "Tough shit, sailor," look on his face. He said, "Gee, I'm sorry, Gordon, but since the funeral's already over, you can't even con the government out of some emergency leave time."
I was out of my mind! I went to the Chaplain. I complained to the brass higher up, the Red Cross. Oh, shit, was I after that Commander's ass! Not that it did much good, because they all came back with this story about how sorry they were, but it seemed that the lines of communication had fouled up somewhere. I know where things got fouled up ... right in Langly's goddamn office. They all said they understood how I must feel.
They understood! How could anybody understand? My mother was my lover! She was my only lover! All the other broads, Connie included, were just cunts as far as I was concerned. Mom was my lover! [Jack paused here at great length, put his head in his hands and came the closest to crying as he did at any time I talked with him. When he did speak again, his voice was very low, very resigned in tone, devoid of the intense feeling that was almost a trademark of his speech.]
Doctor ... I never had a mother....
The thing still had me down a month later, and I think the Commander thought I might go off the deep end, and he didn't want me working for him when I did. I sure as hell don't think that my sudden transfer to England was for my benefit.
That was the only time he ever judged wrong about things with me. In London, I met Deborah, and she changed everything for me. Hell, she wasn't anything special, just a London whore who had seen better years and knew that most of the young guys didn't dig her anymore. But she was big, had big tits, she was a damn good cook and she really liked me. She quit whoring while we shacked up for about three months. I gave her all my pay except pocket, booze and cigarette money, and I lived like a king!
I wasn't in love with this broad or anything and we screwed maybe seven or eight times a week, but we really needed each other. I think she gave me back my life. There I was, a young First Class willing to trust her with my money, getting her cigarettes, good booze, and some jewelry and clothing at the PX. It made her feel like somebody again.
She was a terrific fuck and suck job too, and liked a few way-out things. I was in the mood for a guy again, and she got her younger brother (a kid about nineteen who went both ways) to come over and join us for a few sessions. Well, you know how incest drives me out of my skin, man, and I was happy to sit in the corner and watch that pair fuck and suck while I played with my cock and let it go off about every fifteen or twenty minutes. That brother of hers had a good cock too, and I sucked it off a lot and had everything I wanted.
His asshole was nice and tight and he liked to get buggered, (like they say there), and I was only too happy to oblige. He could wiggle his ass muscles like a good woman can do with her cunt. And the thing that was great was when I would get my hard cock in his ass, then Debby would lick my ass until I was about to cream; then real quick she'd get down under her brother and suck off his cock about the same time I was shooting off in his rear. Debby would just swipe her tongue down across his balls and go for his ass then. Damn!
Debby had been sucking her brother off ever since she used to babysit for him when he was about five or something, and she was always asking him, "Terry, darling, when are you going to let me introduce Bobby to cocksucking. He's old enough to love it now. It's so cute when it's hard...." Bobby was her brother's six-year-old kid.
Right in the middle of me getting back to where I felt good again and was having one of the biggest balls of my life with Debby and Terry, I fell flat on my ass, and I mean that exactly. I was getting a ride in this cargo plane when I was taking some classified courier documents to the States. I thought the goddamn pilot had come to a stop after we'd landed, and I opened the hatch and all of a sudden, the pilot made a quick turn and I bounced out onto the runway and busted my hip in about four places.
I'm okay now, finally all healed and nothing lingering except the memories of being in a cast that almost covered my whole body, falling out of bed and breaking it all over, then having the orthopedic surgeons do a lot of operating and setting and using pins to hold my hip together.
That meant I had to start all over again in that damn cast for about four more months. The thing was from my armpits to my ankles, but I could get around a little bit on crutches. I was always getting turned on by some of the cute nurses, when I wasn't in too much pain, but the results were negative. I was about to think that all those stories about the sexy nurses and nurses' aides were a bunch of crap. Oh, I had a ward boy in one of the hospitals who liked to suck cock, and he used to do it when they took me to the bathroom to bathe me. But I was hot for real live cunt, full of fantasies, and I couldn't even jack off without half killing myself, until they removed part of the cast later.
Saturday afternoons can be dull as hell in a hospital, but the Saturday afternoon I remember was just great This little nurse lieutenant wasn't more than twenty-one or twenty-two, a real sexy doll of a kid named Barbie, short and cute, nice curves, man, and every guy on the ward could get a hard-on watching her swish her ass down the aisle there. She was a redhead, and that's another weakness of mine, but I never thought I'd get a crack at it ... except to jack off under the sheets when I was watching her lean over another guy's bed and I could see her ass practically and a little bit of naked thigh over those white stockings.
I was getting around pretty well on crutches then, and I decided to go down to the library and see if I could find something easy and relaxing to read. There was no librarian there weekends, and I used to go there to jack off sometimes because I was about the only ambulatory patient in that section, and it was usually empty on weekends.
Oh, damn, man! I opened the door to the library and I didn't believe what I saw! Right there in front of me there was that sweet little Barbi setting up on a library table, her uniform up to her ass, and this ward boy, George, was down on his knees eating it and giving her a fit! Oh, damn, to look at the front of those naked thighs and the red hair on that wet cunt was beautiful, and I could see that guy's tongue just going at it until I was about to come all over myself.
But, man, were they two scared people. When they saw me come in and close the door, they started mumbling excuses and stuttering until it was downright funny. I just leaned back against the wall and smiled, and I looked down at the front of Barbi's uniform and licked my lips.
"Honey ... I'll do anything for you, if you'll forget what you saw," Barbi pleaded with me. "I'll fix you up every night after lights out. I'm a very good eater, honey."
She really meant every word of that too, but I was in a damn smart ass mood, everything on my side, and I just looked from one to the other, and said, "Sure, that's fine, but it doesn't take care of George's obligation, and: I think I'd like to suck a good, hard cock right now."
That damn Barbi nearly split a gut laughing, but we had a real sweet threesome. I had George sit up on the table and I faced him standing, but I couldn't bend down, so we put this little step ladder on the table and he sat up on that, which made his hard, young cock stick out just right for me to take it in my mouth, and it sure did feel good to have a pulsing hot prick in there to work on. Now, Barbi, liked to suck cock, too, so she sat down on the floor in front of and almost under the table, and I fucked that cute redhead's talented mouth while I sucked off George. The best part of that was the sensation, the feeling, of gulping his cream at the same time mine was pumping out into Barbi's mouth, and I looked down to see that she had her uniform up to her ass and was fingering off her clit real fast. We all three came about the same time.
Barbi got it fixed up in the ward so that I had a corner bed with a screen around it for privacy, and when she was on nights, man, I used to get the sweetest blow jobs I ever had. She was real crazy to suck cock and lick around my balls and ass, and if I wanted to eat her pussy, she would quietly get up on the bed and straddle my face and pull up her uniform. She didn't wear panties, and I liked to let the white skirt fall back down, and when my eyes got used to the dark enough so that I could pretty well make out the creamy thighs above the white stockings, and that bright red hair, I could just eat away. Barbi secreted a lot, man, and hell, I wish they bottled that stuff. She used to call me her "drinker," and I called her my private "fountain of youth."
The only time it was pretty rough to have any sex with Barbi was when she was working three to eleven because not everybody had gone to sleep before the other nurse came on. About the most she could do would be to jerk me off real quick into her hand and lick it off, maybe pull up her uniform and let me watch her go crazy making herself come. (She told me she used to masturbate in front of her grandfather when she was a kid, and he'd give her presents.)
Man! Incest again, and watching her work on her pussy really psyched me up good. You know, there's something naturally sexy about a damn nurse in her tight-fitting white uniform anyway, and to watch this doll of a redhead just stand right there looking at me and me looking at her, and she pulling up the front of her skirt exposing her pretty thighs in those white stockings, and pulling her cuntlips aside and working herself off ,. . oh, man, it was just unbelievably good! She was a wild one, I tell you, and she made a lot of juicy noise with all those secretions, and I could see her red cunthairs get wet and mat down. We'd both lick her fingers afterwards, and that was sexy when our lips and tongues fought over them, and then she had to wipe out in and around her cunt with three Kleenexes to keep from having it seep through her uniform.
Then, there were times, I might just ask Barbi if she was there during the day, to show me a little titty, maybe lean down over me and play with one of her own nipples so I could watch it get hard. But, man, when they took off another half of my cast and Barbi was on the overnight shift, we'd take a chance on fucking in the nurse's office, hoping nobody from the other wards would drop by. I sat down on a special orthopedic chair, and she could get over me and fuck me. She always wanted her taste of come, and even when she fucked me, she would try to jump off when she knew I was coming, and get down there and grab it in her mouth.
I know I'm no good-looking Casanova or anything like that, and most of the women I've been with couldn't win first prize in a beauty contest maybe, but Barbi was the prettiest girl I think I ever had, and I mean all the way around. Her titties were just perfect, but I never did get to watch her give a nipple fuck to another girl. Barbi was straight, man. Anything with a male, but that was it.
I stayed there through rehabilitation, so even after I was in a regular barracks, I still got to screw around with Barbi all I wanted to. So, when they sent me to this real small base up in New England to finish out my enlistment as a typist and assistant to a tech-photographer, I just had the feeling that a new sex bit was coining up. I could feel it. I knew that something sexy would happen, because that seems to be the story of my life. If a guy really wants sex, he can find it, and a lot of times he doesn't even have to try very hard.
This outfit I was in did a lot of classified work-subs and undersea photography and all-and I had a high security clearance anyway, so that's how I got the assignment. I worked with a CPO [Chief Petty Officer] Phillips, and what was this tech-photographer's hobby? He took nude pictures of his wife and other girls. They liked to con a nice young WAVE or civilian gal into posing nude; and then they'd have a few drinks and wind up with a swinging party, man. They'd make movies of some of the orgies too, and once the Chief had gotten a girl so drunk she'd pose for anything, that girl was hooked. Anything Phillips wanted, Phillips got, because he had the pictures that could send the gal back to civilian life with a record as a sexual psychopath.
I started collecting porno photos as a hobby then too, and I'd get prints of everything Phillips had, and Laura, his wife, who used to be a WAVE, but was plump and forty then, but with everything in the right place, got pretty friendly with me. The only thing the Chief wouldn't let me do was to fuck her, but I sucked her tits, masturbated her, she masturbated me, I ate her big old pussy and she sucked my cock with a mouth as educated as the best cunt. Hell, he took pictures of all that. But, he wouldn't let me fuck her, damnit!
Phillips' hang-up was in blackmailing these young gals into getting with Laura so he could take pictures of them and jack off watching them eat each other and all. At least, I got in on a lot of that and, hell, I had my choice of about seven or eight WAVES on that base that I could fuck anytime I needed ass. They were pretty straight for me though. Only one girl wanted to make it with a real young thing (and I mean I had this hang-up around then for a young girl or boy). We settled for a fifteen-year-old Negro gal who was real cute and lived with her father, who was her pimp. Incest again, man. The four of us went at it one night, and her old man could screw my WAVE girlfriend as good as I could make it with the kid. The best part was watching the WAVE, in her uniform, go down and eat the kid while she was naked on the bed. I got a weird thrill out of that ... looking up her dress beyond her stockings to bare cunt, while she played with it too. Man!
But I guess the craziest fucking thing was a picture of Chief Phillips made using some trick photography ideas he had thought up and was actually several pictures, but looked like only one when he had the final negative and prints made. To start with, he had me stand up in back of this girl and Laura sucked my cock up to a terrific hard (all naked, naturally) and I slipped it between this tall girl's legs from behind, until my cock looked like it was coming out of her cunt from the front, I mean, like if I had put it in her ass and it was coming out through her pussy.
The next thing was that the Chief took another picture of me just putting it up the ass of this other girl as I stood behind her, and after that he took a picture of five other girls lined up with one right behind the other and so close that the pussy hairs on one was jammed at the ass of the girl in front of her, and so on. You talk about something crazy and wild, man, this guy's work was so good and technically perfect (after all, he was a tech-photographer) that you could never tell that the final product was a fake ... not at all. It looked so damn real it was weird, man. There I was with what looked like a cock about eight feet long, going through this row of seven girls from asshole to pussy to asshole to pussy, until it came out of the cunt of the girl he took the first picture of me with.
And Phillips fixed up another one with it going into the front of this gal in a stand-up fuck, and coming out of the ass of the seventh girl ... at the end of the line. Next one was when we all leaned over and worked the same deal, except that he had to paste in my prick coming out of the front girl, but you could never tell it on the final print. I never knew, but I bet he made a lot of money selling-those pictures later. Phillips was a funny kind of guy, the kind you never got to really know, and why he let Laura give me blow jobs, lick my ass and everything, but never screw her, is more than I'll ever be able to understand, and I would rather have had my cock in that chubby's woman's asshole or pussy than to screw all the younger ones.
It was a weird situation.