Chapter 11
MAKING IT, MARRYING, AND SWINGING
It took me almost six months to get myself halfway straightened out and a few bucks in the bank by topping my sales quota, but I was tired of being a damn used car salesman. I wanted a job where I could take it easy, ball a little, and not have to work. So, what did I do? Hell, I got my money together, sold my car, took the documents I had on income from disability, took them all down to the bank, and I bought myself a damn rooming house to run.
Oh, man, this gave me all kinds of weird ideas, you know, like I might fix up peepholes so I could look in on the girls in their rooms naked at night, watch them get out of their street clothes-sexy stockings, garters and all-and get nude, and maybe some would have a boy or girlfriend over for sex. Just the basic idea of owning a rooming house where there would be young women living, like sales clerks, typists and that kind, it just psyched the hell out of me.
Mindy was a real experience and more to me than just the usual sex piece, but one of the greatest things that happened then was with this dyke Lesbian, Annette, who was just as pretty as could be and looked like a femme. This cunt's favorite kick was to leave the damn door to her bedroom open while she sat or lay bare ass on the bed and fingerfucked herself ... when she thought there was another gal coming up the steps who would be walking by her open door to the hallway. I had a complaint about her from a real straight chick one day, but I wondered how many girls had ever taken up her invitation.
When I found out about Annette's gimmick, I put on a pair of Mindy's high heel shoes one day when she was at work (damn, it was hard squeezing my feet in them) and Annette was home because she had weekends off and worked weekends. Oh, man, I felt like a Lesbian myself, because I knew Annette would think I was a hot-looking gal when she heard the click of those heels.
I knew she probably wouldn't look up because she wanted it to look accidental that her door was open and goddamn there she was, this little blonde about twentysix with a cute ass, and she was squatting on the bed Indian style, reading a book, see, that covered her face. But that broad was mother naked [Note Jack's occasional frequent use of the term "mother naked," and its probable relation to his own experience.] and her hand was down on her cunthairs with the fingers juicing away at her liquid cunt. I mean, she had her pussy wide open so you could see the pink meat inside. Damn!
I went on by quickly with the clomp of the women's high heels and then I stopped. She would figure I was the cute little waitress who lived upstairs and came in that time of day sometimes, and I figured she would think I stopped, because I was interested. I took off the shoes and sneaked back just to where I could peep through the crack where the door was opened ... right at the hinges, you know, and she couldn't see me. Oh, damn!
Annette was up on her knees by then, still fingering the hell out of her juicy pussy ... and she softly whispered, "Louise? Is that you, Louise? Come on, honey. I heard you stop ... you like my love nest ... huh?"
I think she was ready to throw the goddamn bed at me when I stepped right into her damn room and said, "Honey, I ain't Louise, but I'll sure eat that love nest like nobody else ever did."
She. knew I was shacking with Mindy and she got furious and threatened to tell her. But I had the upper hand and I pulled my cock right out and told her she better for sure eat it, or I'd call the police and tell them about the complaint the girl had made to me. Oh, man, she couldn't lean over that body to suck cock fast enough. Man, I never can understand why butch Lesbians, so many of them, love to suck a man's cock, but maybe it's because they know most men dig that as an extra psych, or they'd rather suck a cock than have it go into their cunts where it's supposed to go to be normal. But I tell you, Annette sucked on me until I had one of those double orgasms like I mentioned before. Goddamn, she knew how to suck cock, and the only thing that killed the psych for me was that when she had finished squeezing out the last drop, she threw a robe over herself and went out to the bathroom to get rid of it. Now, damn! If a girl can suck it all out and hold two loads in her mouth ... why the hell can't she take it?
Annette was a goddamn disappointment.
One good hot one in that rooming house of mine was a little nineteen-year-old cunt named Sheila-had sexy red hair, wearing a miniskirt when she first came to ask for a room, pretty little ass, and swaying titties jumping around in a sweater. She was dirty-sex looking, but not like a whore, you know, and straight from the damn country. Sheila knew she had an ass on her, loved to fuck and show her body naked, and thought she was really going to go places in the big city.
She had a rich Negro shacking with her about two nights a week, and you know I didn't really care about the morals of what anybody did ... shit, that didn't bother me, it psyched me, and I'm from the South when it comes to that, but sex has no damn prejudice. She got her ass fired from her job for "immorality," but I knew it was because she had a black boyfriend, and he was married, too.
But the Saturday morning she came in to pay her first full month's rent, I nearly crawled out of my damn skin! See, I kept the door to my front room, which was an office, open most of the time, and that morning there was a big fire down the street, and nearly everybody had run out to see the excitement, but I stayed in the office because I was expecting a phone call. Damn! In walked Sheila with a fifty dollar bill in her hand and naked ... mother naked!
"You got change for this ... Mr. Gordon?" she asked me, then busts into a giggle and drops the fifty on the floor, running into the hallway, saying, "Oh, goodness! I forgot my clothes. I'm naked! You better bring the change to my room...."
Man what an invitation! I put the fifty away and took a five dollar bill with me (her rent was forty-five a month), and I tell you I had one hell of a hard-on already. I'd been out on a beer drunk the night before and that makes me so damn hot the next day I could jack off three or four times, anyway. Man, I was ready, , and I had this mental picture of that cute little doll with the red pussyhair and that natural, country cunt and titty.
Now, I know that Sheila thought she was going to get all the rent back and have a free ride, because she was all ready for me to sit on the bed, and she was mother naked and she started to unzip my trousers. At the same time she wanted to get it out, I saw she had laid out these damn photos of her being fucked by two men at the same time, a young Negro girl sucking pussy with her, and one of the Negro stud she used to go with ... , coming all over her pretty face.
Man, there was nothing said, except maybe "Wow!" and she knelt and started to blow me. But, hell, it was with about as much enthusiasm as if she was scratching a mosquito bite on her ass. I wanted to eat her, you know, and you know how perverted I am, man, but I want it to be goodl I let her suck my cock off and she deposited my load in a Utile jar that looked like she was collecting the stuff.
I knew she'd make a fuss when I only gave her the correct five bucks change, but then since I'd seen her in that picture with another girl, something cUcked in my mind. I said to her, "Say, honey, how'd you like to share a room right here with a gal who can suck your pussy all night." Well, she and Annette never got mad at me any more.
Mindy was a gal who liked to get fucked between her big tits when they were nice and sweaty, man, and my cock would slide between them while she held the boobs together, and my come shot off right in her face, and it got on her chin, mainly, or in or on her nose, but she could catch some of it in her mouth too.
This was the girl who I kept in my own apartment for a while, and was a special kick for me. She was a voyeur and had a couple of other hang-ups like me, and we used to watch these two queers who lived there, and then Mindy and I would both suck on their cocks after they'd had a round of bunging. Her speciality with me ... another one ... was the way she would take one of her small nipples (she was only about twenty or twenty-one with a great body) and rub it in my peehole until it got juicy, you know, and while she was stroking my balls, I would shoot off with the nipple still there, which made my come squirt and ooze out from her nipple all over the tit. Damn!
Oh, hell, Doc, there was so much that went on in that damn rooming house, I think I could write a whole book about it sometime. I had the place for over a year, and I drank pretty heavy most of the time and just fucked, sucked and jacked off until I was going a little nuts, and the place started losing money on me.
My luck was still holding out on me, man, because it was just about then I got this letter from Susan saying she would come back to me without Teresa, if I could be true to her (except for swinging), marry her, and stay off the booze most of the time. Hell, I was ready to promise anything, so I got rid of the rooming house at a small profit, and Susan came back to me and we got married and had a nice apartment of our own.
I thought this was it, you know, that as long as I could keep pretty straight and we only do our fucking around together or in swinging, things would be perfect. But what happened was that Susan was so sex hungry from living the "good" life with her folks that year, it was she who started fucking tilings up.
She nearly fell in love with this one guy, a damned insurance salesman, and I beat the shit out of her; and then I promised her I'd take her to some of the real wild and way-out swinging parties like she had wanted. We knew some guys who liked threesomes, which turned us both on; and I knew a Lesbian, who I had up to work her over while I jacked off all over their naked bodies. That was a blast, man, and I don't think the lessie liked me very much after that, but I told Susan to see her when I wasn't there, if she had to have cunt.
But there are balls, and there are balls (and I'm talking about sex parties, you know), and Susan wanted the way-outest stuff I could find, so I managed to get invited out to this millionaire's mansion in the country, and we were both real excited because he was known to give the damnedest sex parties East of the Mississippi. I mean, this cat had a private indoor swimming pool, Negro waiters and bartenders who could see, but not participate unless they were invited to ... oh, man this was the end!
The big indoor swimming pool was an icebreaker, see, because the rule was that everybody first got naked and swam around a little, and then just dried off and stayed that way until the fun started, and there was no rule on that-you see a cunt you like, just ask, and if she says no, you try the next one. When we got there there must have been twenty or more people already having fun, and I was determined to get my share, even if Susan was in a kind of a bitchy mood because the first thing I did was suck a cock and get bunged with these two bankers, while the three wives watched, and their wives got so hot they masturbated each other with vibrators.
But, hell, I bet Susan must have been fucked at least ten times and probably more, and I know I sucked every pussy there (a new record), in addition to those two cocks. There was this gal, Mildred, see, and she liked the way I ate pussy better than anything and swore I did it so good she'd divorce her husband, get plenty of alimony and support me the rest of my life, if I'd eat it twice a day and get a divorce too. Now, I mean that This Mildred doll wasn't kidding.
The two of us went right at a doubleheader sixty-nine on the bearskin rug in the living room, and had us a big crowd and there was a lot of bet making on whether she could get that second hard up and the second load, without me going so limp it would come out of her mouth. Now, this gal was real class and money, tall broad, with an ass, thighs and pair of tits you could show off naked to anybody without being ashamed, because she could talk with die most educated person in the crowd. She had three degrees and was a Doctor of Philosophy, and her husband owned an insurance company.
I wanted some more of that, and we both agreed that we might even like it if we could get off by ourselves, and one of the big reasons was that Mildred wanted to show me her vibrator attachments and the strap-on dildo and strap-on vagina, so she could fuck me, and also we could so some tricks on a new water mattress they had in this bedroom upstairs. "And it has a private bathroom, too," Mildred told me, with a look that made my perverted imagination run wild! Not only that, man, she had a story about a month she spent in Paris with this Frenchman and his twelve-year-old son that made my Okinawa experience seem like kid stuff.
I never got so psyched up and excited, and one of the first things we did was to get on the bed and take turns reaming asses. I could get my tongue up her rear while she was on her elbows and knees, and damn if she couldn't come by my doing it just a certain way-after I probed as far in as I could with the tip of my tongue, I'd draw it out real quick and jam three fingers in it as hard as I could. Mildred said that was the best feeling in the world, and that she had been screwed in the ass by a big Negro with an eleven inch cock once, and wanted me to find another one for her. Man! Mildred was my kind of girl!
When we were on the way to another sixty-nine on the water mattress in the bedroom, goddamn if Susan didn't come busting in and start screaming at me about going out and "doing things in secret." And there were several others with her, including the host and hostess, that let me know in plain English that nobody fucked off with another's mate unless it was agreeable to all jour parties concerned. Anything people did within view of their spouse or date was okay, but this crowd went by the unofficial swingers book of regulations.
But Susan wasn't mad enough to stop the show yet, because she had an idea I could help her out with something she was extra hot for, and, man, a bunch of the others crawled in bed with us there and I know everybody must have done everything to anybody! And then later, out on the pallets in Pete's private gym, see, we all got together in groups, couples, threesomes, homo and hetero, it was the greatest!
After a little snack by the pool and a couple of light drinks (real swingers don't drink very much at an orgy like that one), I was in a mood to play some tricks, and I never thought about what Susan's reaction might be. I got this damn cute little nineteen-year-old blonde worked up, just as a favor for Susan. Her name was Irene, and she was living with Pete or one of the rich guys there, while the wife (non-swinging) and kids were on a European tour.
Now, Susan was real hot for Irene's young body, see, but Irene was known as a gal who would do any damn thing with a man she liked, but no woman had ever been able to get her at a party. A lot of the bi girls and lessies had tried, but she knocked them on their ass when they touched her in a sexual way. Man, this Irene was a sweet thing, too, and a good head job, with titties about as big as oranges and real hard pink nipples, and a big soft ass.
I don't want to brag-the hell, I don't-but I know I can eat pussy better than 99% of the men around, and almost as good as a veteran dyke who calls her tongue a "cock," so when I got with Irene there, I just about had her crawling out of her fucking skin! She said she'd never had anything like that and she was running her fingers rough through my hair and whispering, "Oh, sucksie ... you're the greatest ... you know how to tease a girl ... oh, honey, you're the greatest. Mildred said you were the most ever ... oh, shit, sucksie! Make me come off now!"
I knew I had that kid then, and I said, "Look, you sweet blonde cunt, I'll make you come off like you never did before, if you want to, but my wife is going crazy to get with you. Oh, you don't have to eat her or anything ... she'll do it all. Come on now! You want this tongue to make it? How about letting Susan eat a tittie bit after I finish?"
"Yes ... all right ... I agree!" she told me in a panting voice, after a second or so of thought while I tongued just below her clit in the most teasing way I know. "Yes ... bring her on. I'll be passive ... but only if you make me ... oh! If you just go ahead and make me come off now!"
I thought that was a great achievement and I motioned to Susan to come over and join us, which made her look the happiest with me that she had all evening. She went right after Irene, man, started sucking on a hot tit and had her fingers down in the juiced up hole, and I mean everybody was being psyched by watching Irene have a girl for the first time. I moved sort of over and up so I could join in and get my cock in Irene's mouth, and she wanted it bad and sucked it in real nice.
Susan was so crazy with having that tit and cunt, she didn't know anybody else was there and cared less, and that was when I motioned this big Negro stud over (he had been bartending), and I told him, "Look, man ... the way Susan's down there ready for you to get on your knees behind her and you can get it in her pussy dog-fashion or put it in her ass. Go man! I want to see my wife get black cock!"
With a nod of approval from the host, this guy got his ten-incher out and began to make the scene like he was used to it, you know, and I guess Susan thought it was me or somebody else at the party at first, because she reached around to help him guide it in her. But, hell, damn! When she felt that long, thick thing, she looked around to see it was him and I tell you she got some shook up! But she was going so good in a hot rhythm with Irene that she really wanted some action there and she couldn't stop him. Now, I don't think she's really prejudiced, but the shock of it hit her by surprise, you know and she let out such a scream and looked at Ward (the Negro) like she was terrified, so he just started to pull that long black cock out of her.
"No! Don't stop!" Susan screamed at him as she was just about to make it. "Make me come in my ass! Fuck it ... oh-oh-oh ... oh, goddamn!"
Oh, man, that was a bitch! I shot off, Irene had a hell of an orgasm, and Susan came for about two minutes straight, and that was one of the greatest four-way comes I'd seen in a long time. I moved around and lay on top of Susan for a while; and then when I lay at her side, we just kind of passed out together for a while.