Chapter 9

WHAT TO DO?

I probably should have stayed in the Navy if they would have kept me, but I lost my security clearance (I guess they found out I liked guys, or something), and I was lucky to get out as clean as I did-no bad time, good record and all.

It was pretty lonely being on my own again, and I didn't want a damn office job where I'd end up as a fucking civilian typist or file clerk. Those jobs are for women except in the service. And a truck driver was the last damn thing in the world I wanted to be. I lucked into a thing selling used cars for a while, and I was a good enough bullshit artist so that I did pretty good at it, but I drank a lot and got fired from a couple of places when I wouldn't show up on a Monday morning.

My sex life wasn't bad at all, because I had gotten on this big homo kick again. Hell, I'd have some cunt once in a while, but it was nothing worth remembering. The main thing those first few months out of the Navy was hanging around T-rooms, men's toilets. You go to the Y in nearly any town, you can usually get all the cock you want that way. If you're not careful, you can damn sure get arrested too.

I'll try to be honest with myself and you, Doc, because I know you can tell I've been avoiding the subject. Yeah ... I think I was running away from Mother. You know what I mean? I'd see a woman, good-looking woman with a nice body, in her late thirties or early forties, and I'd look the other way. That's why I was making it with men mainly, because if . I went over to women all the way, I was either going to get caught and put in jail for assaulting some teenage gal with a pretty pair of legs and ass, or I'd end up with somebody who reminded me of mother and I was afraid I'd crack up.

But me, you know, I can get over anything eventually, and I was damned if I was going to end up as one of those goddamn wine-o's hanging around T-rooms looking for some guy to blow all the time, be in jail half the time, and sick and drunk the rest of the time. Man, I'd seen enough of creeps who ended up like that, just from being around the gay T-rooms and bars.

I had to get to working again first, I figured, so I went back to work at a different car lot, one run by a real gyp artist who cared less whether you showed up for work on time, just as long as you sold enough cars for him. There was no guarantee, just commission, so this guy couldn't lose on me.

I was living in a dump of a hotel downtown because it was the only place I could afford then, but when I straightened up, I figured I could go out to an apartment or rooming house in a better neighborhood, and I already had me a good secondhand car that I got wholesale from a guy who just brought it on the lot where I worked and wanted to sell. Yeah, I was still drinking a little, and I still sucked an occasional cock, but I wasn't going to be a damn bum anymore.

You know me by now, so you can guess the rooming house I moved to was one where the landlady was a nicely built woman around thirty-eight who looked like she might want to play, but the name of this broad was almost enough to turn a guy off-Mrs. Lorelei Billie Birdsong. Anyway, Mrs. Birdsong insisted I call her Lori, and she was always finding excuses to do things for me, you know, like waking me up every morning about ten, fixing my breakfast (which wasn't in the deal for the room at all). I never hit the lot until about noon or later and worked on into the early evenings because we had a lot of business after people got off from work or after they ate supper.

Well, Lori, goddamn she had big shapely legs like Mom, and damn if she wouldn't sit around when I was eating breakfast, so I could see right up to her ass. Lori was a damn good-looking woman and kept herself neat, clean, her hair fixed nice and all. So, she was wearing this cotton house dress with bright flowers all over it one day, and she was completely bare ass underneath it, no girdle or anything, and it clung right to her oversize curves, man, and she was all fixed up and smelled nice and winking at me, you know, trying to flirt, like a gal who had almost forgotten how. Yeah, I could tell she was in warm form that morning, and there wasn't ever anybody else in that house after nine in the morning. Her old man was usually drunk or in jail for drunkenness, and that time, he was in jail.

I was just finishing up some scrambled eggs and bacon, and she said, "How about a little Bourbon in your coffee, Jack? They say a Coffee Royal makes you feel young again. It sure works with me."

Then she gave her silly laugh and filled her own cup half with whiskey and half with coffee. I had to decline, man, because I knew if I got started drinking that early, I'd never make it to work that afternoon and I had a six car quota to meet.

But I told Lori, "Hell, baby ... I don't need Bourbon to feel young. I feel like a young stallion in the corral just bucking for hell to get out."

Oh, man, she was reading me! She crossed those juicy legs and leaned over, and her tits made big projections through her dress where each nipple was. Damn! I was hot! And then suddenly, she leaned back and put her hands behind her head, so those big tits hit you right in the eyeballs, and they were hanging, you know, but that didn't bother me, man, and I was so psyched up, the mother symbol psycho bit didn't bother me at all. Lori spread her legs and drooled a little bit as she opened her big lips and licked them, looking down at the rising bulge in my lap, and I could see the big patch of black hair between her thighs up there. Oh, damn! I took my cock right out of my pants, and I remembered saying, "Lori, honey, this thing can't stay inside, if you're going to show me all that stuff outside. How do you like this for a cock, huh!"

Oh, man, I was so hot, I didn't care what happened. Hell, she'd made the first move and I know she knew she was showing off her ass and tits to me and had a hot box ready for screwing or eating or both. But what I did was pretty sudden, I guess and it took her by surprise and she didn't know what to say or do. So, the only tiling I knew was to do what came naturally. I was looking at that black patch of hair and I could see just a little cuntflesh down toward the bottom. Hell, man, I got down on my knees and started licking up the insides of her thighs. Oh, damn! That was heaven, man, because I hadn't had a woman like her in those kind of circumstances in one hell of a long, long time.

"Oh ... oh, that's not right ... you shouldn't do that to me!" she was screaming when I had my tongue in her juicy cunt and was really lapping her up. "No ... nobody ever did ... that to me ... it's not nice ... is it...?"

Not nice, hell! Lori was panting away, wiggling her ass, and she was loving it. But she had to go on with that shit, "It's ... unnatural to ... to put your mouth ... there. Oh! Oh, Jack ... you're going to make me ... eyee-eee ... cornel"

Hell, I made her come three times before I quit eating it because that damn Lori was so hot, I could tell she hadn't had her a cock or mouth job in a hell of a long time. When I asked her, she told me it had been a year because with a drunk husband who wouldn't eat it and was always limp-dicked, she just was doing without.

We went on into the bedroom and I fucked that plump gal in her cunt until I was hitting bottom every time, and that was the way she liked it, you know, like some women can't respond right and get their cookies unless your cock bangs the hell out of the womb or cervix or whatever in hell it is back there at the end of the cunt.

After that, we went back to the kitchen and I drank coffee while she had some more Bourbon, but it was straight that time, no coffee to dilute it. Crazy fools, we were still bare ass and feeling each others' bodies and, man, she wanted to talk about sex. She just poured it all out:

"Jack, honey, believe me, you are the very only ... very first and only man who has seen my naked body and performed the sexual act of putting his penis into my sexual parts in ... over twenty-six years of marriage to Herman. It has been so terribly hard for me, Jack, you must believe ... and understand! Oh, I must tell you everything in truth, Jack. I ... I really wanted you to give me the genital kiss, and I wanted you to irritate my clitoris with your big toe while I was lying on the floor.

Yes, Jack, I am so abnormal in sex I can now share my most awful sex secrets with you. Do you know that I made twenty-seven orgasms one night when I was alone in my bedroom? Did you know I have a secret peephole from my bedroom closet to the bathroom on the first floor, where you go. Many times, I have watched you pee and take a bath ... and I knew I could trust you, because you have masturbated your penis so very many times in there, and I have seen it so big and wished in my heart that I could suck your juice of life from it. Also, Jack ... after I know you have been drinking much the night before and are fast asleep, I have sneaked into your room and seen your penis so very hard sticking out from your shorts. Oh, Jack! I am so very perverted! But you won't tell, I know. Oh, please ... promise me, Jack!"

"Honey, I'm not gonna tell nothin'," I promised her truthfully, and then I held her hand and kissed her big titties a little. "Honey, we can have ourselves a ball in the morning here. We can fu...."

"Yes ... yes, Jack!" she interrupted me with a high pitch to her excited voice, and squeezed hell out of my hand. "We will be very secret lovers. And, Jack ... Jack, my darling....?"

"Yeah, honey."

"I ... I want to do another unnatural thing," she told me with quite a serious and disturbed look. "I've thought about it so many times when I see your penis ... erect. I thought about it today, but I dared not make you hate me. Oh, Jack! I "want to put your hard penis in my mouth! Yes! I want to suck it! I want to make you discharge your semen into my mouth, Jack! I know it's terrible, Jack, but I have a desire ... a very secret desire also of kissing your ... anus! Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. I can't help having these abnormal desires for you!"

"Oh, honey ... you talk to me like that now, and I'm horny again ... and I got to be at work today."

"No ... not now. Tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, I want to come in your room and wake you up ... with your hard penis ... in my mouth!"

As usual in my experience, Lori turned out to be another real weird one, the kind that seems to always take a liking to me, like I sweated passion odor or something. Well, Lori and I, we screwed about every day, but she always sucked off my cock to wake me up, like it was a ritual, you know. And she said she liked to suck it off first so she could get the biggest load of cream. But Lori was a jealous cunt, and when I mentioned swinging with this other girl who had a room there and I knew would go for both guys and gals, she wouldn't have any of that.

On the sly, I was having me a few guys still, just in the park or a T-room, but I wanted some more variety in the way of females, man, so I figured I'd go down state for a week once when I was over my quota at the car lot and had a little extra money as well as time, and visit my cousin Jane. I hadn't seen her in a good while, and I knew how she always was glad to see me and get some good cock and eating pleasure, too.

Jane was still a damn good-looking woman to have three kids and a son-of-a-bitch like Bedford for a husband. He was a truck farmer, see, and he was always hanging around the house, except when he would take some tomatoes into market or something else like that.

Bedford was jealous as hell about Jane, and he'd gotten in fights with guys who he thought were looking at her the wrong way. Now, I wouldn't guarantee I could get the best of a tough farmer like him, so we had to be careful and also never let him know that anything went on between us when we were kids. Otherwise, old Bedford and I were a lot alike, because he was in the service in Okinawa in the War, and he got a big charge when I told him about Mama-san and Jo-san one night when we were drinking pretty heavy.

Hell, he was easy enough to fool when it came to me fucking Jane and having a session with her four or five times a day. The first time we did it on that visit was wild! I mean it was like two old sex lovers that hadn't been with each other in a long time, and just aching to hit the sack together again. We did a sixty-nine and Jane said my tongue work was twice as good as Bedford's, which was real sloppy and just for his own kick, and he left her frustrated a lot because he didn't know where the clit was, and he just got down there and gobbled, which nearly anybody would want to do when they saw Jane stripped and had a look at that cunt.

We had a couple of hours alone the first night and I just flat out fucked the hell out of Jane's cunt, and she was throwing her arms and legs around me, saying, "Oh, Jack ... it's been so long ... Jack, oh...."

But damn if I didn't shoot off before I could get her to climax because the inside of her pussy felt so good again, and she had a way about her that as soon as I put the head in, she could "suck" the rest of it in her cunt, balls deep. Of course, I didn't let her do without. I got down and spread her legs and licked up to her juicy cunt, and I told her I'd give her five hundred dollars if she could honestly say that anybody had ever eaten her pussy better than me ... and I knew she got out and fucked around a little on the side too.

She came once and wanted more, so I had a way to set her up real good for this. Jane has such a goddamn sexy body man! Her tits are like big fat oranges with navels ... inverted nipples, you know, and her thighs have real good shape and reminded me of Mother's, which were perfect. So, I got her to lie down there on her back again and I began to go the teasing way. I started out sucking her toes, each one, and by the time I got to licking and kissing up her calfs and behind her knees, Jane was really crying, begging me to come on up and eat, she was so hot, but I slapped her hand every time she tried to play with her pussy.

After a while of going real slow, licking up the front and back of each thigh until she was screaming and smacking her clenched fists on the bedcovers, I finally got just to the lips of that dripping cunt. Oh, Doc, I was so damn glad to be getting some of Jane again, because everything we did came so naturally, and I made the tip of my tongue real hard and went up and down the lips, and she like to have gone completely crazy ... hysterical! "Eat me, Jack ... goddamn you, I'll kill myself ... tell Bedford! You've got to eat it now!"

But I kept teasing it along. She was having an orgasm or two, but she wanted those inner lips and clit taken care of like she knew I could do. So, I got down to where my tongue would go in a little more, and a little more, and then the tip of it was working her inside lips and I'd suck on them, you know. Oh, man, then she started climaxing better, and Jane hugged my head to her box and started talking about leaving Bedford and the kids and coming to live with me and do nothing but sleep, eat, drink and have sex.

Now, when I did get her clit in my mouth, and I mean in between my lips and sucking and then nibbling on it ... damn, I don't remember what she said or what I said, but I know we were both going out of our fucking skins! I was jerking myself off and she was yelling she wanted it again, so I turned around and managed to get my cock in her mouth and, man, we both came together like we were synchronized for sex, and she drained every drop, and when I turned to kiss it out of her mouth, Jane laughed and said, "Jack, you never change. I knew you'd want it. You forgot, I'm just like you, honey. I took it all and I loved it. I got it before you did, and you can't have any ... ha-ha...."

You know, it wasn't like she was really laughing at me, because Jane and I understood each other too well for that. The only thing that killed the final joy of that evening was the sound of Bedford's truck pulling in the driveway outside, and we heard him come right in the house and head straight back for the bedroom, so I grabbed all my clothes, man, and I jumped out of the window and ran like hell until I got to the chicken house.

Well, you know I'm pretty much of a city boy and I never knew a damn thing about chickens except when it was fried or baked, only now, I sure as hell understand the joke about the guy who lost his chewing gum in the chicken house and thought he'd found it six times. That place stunk like hell and those damn chickens didn't know what to make of a naked man running in there in the middle of their night's sleep. So, I got my clothes on as quick as I could, but in came Bedford wanting to know what the hell I was doing out there setting up a squawk with the chickens that time of night. Right then, I had no idea what Jane had told him, or what the hell to expect, but I remember I came out with something like, "Bedford, I just thought I'd try to be some help to you all because you're being so nice to me, and I thought I'd come out here and gather the eggs for you now, and you'd be surprised to see the big basket of them in the house in the morning."

Bedford busted a gut laughing at my city ideas, and went on to give me a lesson on when hens laid, and when to collect eggs. But, man, I tell you that was a close one and as much screwing around as I've done with other men's wives, it was the nearest I'd been to getting caught with my pants down. I still drop by their place once or twice every year and Jane and I go at it like long, lost lovers, Doc. She's a damn good piece, and I guess ... oh, it wasn't more than six or eight months ago, maybe less, I was down there for three days, and we went at it again. See, sometimes we'd fingerfuck each other or one eat the other, right there in the kitchen together, and Bedford and the kids were in the next room watching some damn TV show.

A lot of times it was risky as hell when we had sex, and that seemed to add to the thrill of it, knowing he was right there and his wife was being fucked or sucked off by her cousin. Sometimes, Bedford would be working out in the field, and we could watch him from the bedroom window while we were naked and making it, man, and I'll never forget the day we were doing it that way and one of the kids walked in and I just slid off the other side of the bed onto the floor, and I never heard that he had seen me.

That girl Jane, she really understands me, you know, and that's why I love to fuck her and to think back and talk with each other about when we were kids and screwed around and what we would like to have done at that age, if we knew as much about life as we did in later years. There's several kids we both remembered, and a couple of adults, too; and we like to dream up imaginary situations of sucking off some young guy's cock or eating the woman who ran the drugstore, and it gives us a lot of psyching up, man.

But Jane would never let me talk about something that was really getting to me, and that was her little teenage daughter Dianne. I was always trying to get to her, but Jane was able to keep her out of my way most of the time, and she swore that would be the one thing, if I ever did it, that she'd tell Bedford everything and let him take care of me with his hunting rifle.

I had a few good jack offs that she never knew about, because Dianne and her little girlfriend used to play in a hiding place behind the bushes where the bedroom was ... the bedroom I had when I was visiting them. They were real cute girls, and they played some sort of game with jacks, and then would play with each others' tits. At the end of the game, they fingerfucked each other and they had the cutest damn little pussies. That was the climax for me, when I was sneaking a look at them, and I shot off into a handkerchief.

Oh, damn, I sure wanted to get in that Dianne, and maybe I will someday, but I doubt it, not if I'm going to change around some of my screwed up life. But ... no promises yet, Doc. Hell, when I think of some of those young gals I used to watch around the junior high schools, showing off their asses and flirting, I just don't know....