Chapter 2
GOING BOTH WAYS
I didn't know what to make of all this at first, see, because it was a completely new ball game Mom was calling. This guy Tony Ricco, he was a married guy about thirty or more, and liked to fuck Mother just about as much as her brother did. He gave her a lot of nice things and made payments on the car for her ... lots of things like that.
Well, there was this one night they came in the house together from a party, both drunk as hell, and they crawled in bed naked. Hell, I was used to crawling in bed with mother, so I just joined them. Mother laughed about it and didn't say much.
The feeling hit me, intuition, you know. I could tell this guy Tony, he wanted me to be there and watch. It psyched him. And I could tell, he wanted a chance to feel me up too. I lay there and watched them fuck, touching their bodies every once in a while when they were eating it sixty-nine style. I think Mother got a big sex kick out of me being with them, too. I know she did later when I was part of the program ... a threesome regular.
My uncle, the one Mother screwed with once or twice a week sometimes, he was alcoholic too, see. He drove a souped-up sports car like a son of a bitch and was always in trouble with the cops ... I mean, about traffic violations and being drunk. He wasn't a crook or anything like that. Well, I tell you, I think Mother used to get upset when I was younger sometimes, about her playing with my cock and me feeling her up and all. I think it really ... sometimes, when she wasn't drunk ... bugged her conscience a little bit that we were messing around like that. And the only other time I saw her real upset in the same way, looking like she plain wanted to die ... was the day her brother got killed.
The police came by and told her, "Mrs. Gordon, we just got a call from the State Police Barracks on the highway between here and Baltimore. You were expecting him for a visit, weren't you?"
"Yes ... yes, yes!" Mother answered in a panic.
"Well, Mrs. Gordon," the police officer told her in a way you could tell he was shook up himself, "he ran off the road and down an embankment into a creek. He was ... going about a hundred miles an hour. The ... police in Baltimore have already advised his wife...."
Mother said nothing for a full minute. She didn't move or change the look on her face ... nothing. The cop was just about to say he was sorry about it and then turn around to leave, when Mom began screaming. You'd call it hysterics, like a crazy woman. She was crawling the walls and trying to tear out her hair. And I'll never forget what she said: "Oh, God, they've killed him! Oh, God ... what'll I do without him ... can't live without him ... all I ever ... had...."
She wasn't trying to pin the blame on the cops when she said "they" killed him, even though the cops were always dogging him for speeding and drinking. I tell you, Doc, if I knew today who "they" were, I think I'd know more about my mother and myself, and what made her ... us ... like we were. It was like ... like she always thought there was some crazy, mysterious force or power that made her do all the sex things he did, and it drove her crazy, and the only thing she could do to keep from going into a mental hospital was to drink and get drunk, and she shared this ... thing ... with her brother. It was like both of them shared something so horrible they couldn't stand it ... it was tearing them up. So when she lost him, man, she was a lost woman.
The cops called in a doctor who gave her a shot of something. The next day, she was taken to a state mental hospital for a while, and I went up to my aunt's in Pennsylvania for the summer.
That was the first time I began noticing girls around my own age as being both sexy and obtainable. I played it real good guy at home, but, damn! There was this cute Utile girl, Jean Ann, who Uved at the farm next to my aunt's. Oh, man, she was young and sweet, just Utile buds for titties and hell, you know farm kids, they don't give a damn. We'd run around the pasture and her skirt would fly up ... holes in her panties and I could see the lips on her pussy and a little bit of cunthair.
Hell, Jean Ann and I got to be great lovers ... sex friends. I was the big boy from the suburbs of the big city, you know, and she believed anything I'd say. I'd go out to watch her climbing over a fence, see, and stay behind so I could look up to her ass and see everything she had, man, a cute little ass, and nice legs, developed, like on an older girl. Her thighs were big and had shape, and one day she tore her dress in front and I saw her little naval, and that shook me. I thought up this game we could play.
"Jean Ann," I said, "what if that barbed wire had torn your belly open? You'd have to go to the doctor.
Have you ever been to the doctor before?"
"Oh ... I been to Dr. Burger's in town," she said. "When I had a bad cold."
"Oh, he's just a hick country doctor. In the city, we've got real good specialist doctors, and they have to see if you got bad cuts where germs can get in," I told her serious as hell. "You better let me check to see if you got any germs. Of course ... I can't see it right unless you take off your dress and panties...."
That sweet, stupid, little doll! She didn't doubt me for a second. Oh, man, she pulled off that dress and pushed down her panties ... she didn't have on a bra or anything else. Oh, did I have me a good hard-on, man, and I laid her down in that grass and put my fingers in there. Damn! Just a thin growth of cunthair around that pretty slit. She'd giggle and say that was "nasty," but I just had to get my cock in that sweet pussy. Oh, hell, I lay over on top of her and started pushing the head in there and telling her some crazy story about how that was the "treatment" the doctor had to give her so the germs would all go away.
We wrestled around in that grass. I had my thumb in her asshole and my middle finger working her pussy, and I was damned if I wasn't going to get my cock in her pussy. "Damn, Jean Ann!" I said, "I got to put this thing in there before the medicine comes out all over your belly."
"You can't fool me, Jack," she said, and I knew she wasn't anywhere near as stupid as I had thought. "You want to screw me with that thing. You've got a hard-on. I've seen a hard-on before...."
"But you never got screwed with one?" I asked.
"No ... I'm not going to get pregnant and have a baby," Jean Ann said. Then she looked at me in this real wise way like she'd been around sex plenty, and maybe I was the stupid kid. She held my cock between her thumb and fingers and began to play with it, getting the damn cutest Utile looks on her face, like this was a fun game she'd played a lot.
"Jack?" she asked me.
"Yeah, Jean Ann."
"I never heard of a doctor giving anybody germ medicine down in my hole," she said, staring at me and opening her mouth to lick down her pretty little lips. "But ... if you're a doctor ... maybe you can give me the medicine in my ... mouth."
Oh, Jesus God! I thought I had a full hard-on, but when she came out with that and held my cock, she had to keep it still. It wanted to bust out of itself! She leaned over there and played the tip of her wet tongue over the head. Then just before she went on, she looked up at me with those sexy blue eyes, and said, "Jack ... Jack? You do want me to French you ... don't you...?"
Damn! I went nuts! Jean Ann slid her soft, wet lips over the side of my cock and began sucking it like she'd been eating guys for years! She sucked, built up a suction or vacuum, then let it go "plop," then catch my cock with her tongue and take it all back in her mouth. I told her just to suck real good, because I couldn't hold off any longer. I had the strangest sensations. I wondered if she'd swallow it or what. Shit, I didn't care. I let go with a big load and she kept sucking it out of me until she got the last drop.
I tried to say something to Jean Ann, but she ran behind some bushes and I could hear her spitting it out. I wanted to eat her pussy when she came back, but I knew she came two or three times when she had been sucking me and I was fingering her. I wanted to suck that pussy so damn bad. I also wanted to fuck her, and when I got a hard-on again playing with it a few minutes, I tried to stick it in Jean Ann's pussy, but she clamped those legs together and gave me the pregnancy lecture again.
"Well, Jean Ann," I said, kissing and sucking on her titties, then moving my mouth down her belly, "I guess I'll have to let you jack me off while I suck this sweet thing."
I had just had my first feel of the pussylips and that delicious taste after my tongue crawled over her hairs, when something hit me on the back of my head, and I nearly blacked out. I was seeing stars!
"You dirty, awful thing!" Jean Ann screamed at me (it had been her fist on my head). "You're a queer ... a freak! No boy does that to a girl unless he's a sex pervert. Get away from me now ... or I'll tell Mommy you tried to put your tongue in my hole...."
What goddamn logic, huh? It was okay for her to suck my cock off until she got all my cream in her mouth. Okay to talk sexy and fingerfuck. But that was where Jean Ann drew the goddamn line. That's all there was to that, and it was the best thing I'd ever had while it lasted. But I made up my mind right then, I was going to really fuck the shit out of a sexy, young girl like her before very long. I had to wait ... but I'll tell you about that later.
Mom was feeling a lot better and out of the hospital when I went home that September. Hell, she was living it up again, drinking and screwing with all kinds of guys. I was a little worried about her, but I sure wanted to have some more sex with her. Oh, man, Mom had one great body for sex.
It was strange when we first got together again. I slept in my bedroom, she in hers. Then the next night, Mom called me into the living room. Hell, I had me a good hard-on just looking at her titties (what I could see of them), and I sure wanted to play around with them. But she was so serious about everything. It was like she could read my mind and knew I'd been screwing around some with girls and probably sucked around some with boys. Anyway, I was sitting there in my underwear and she had on a robe. It must have been about seven or eight in the evening. The conversation's pretty easy to remember:
"Jack," she said, "I hope you try to be a very good boy ... about sex ... when you're away from home. Honey, some people think it's such an awful thing, and a person can get into so much trouble and have a terrible reputation if other people know about his sex life. Why ... if anybody in the neighborhood, or your friends at school, if they knew what you and I have done together, they might call the police and have both of us put away in one of those crazy hospitals."
"What for?" I asked her, and I was really a little confused about morals and all.
"Honey, so many other people just have different ideas about sex," she said, and I could tell it wasn't easy for her to talk about it. "So, Jack, you've got to promise me very faithfully, honey, that you'll never say anything about what we've done ... or that Mother has her boyfriends in the bedroom with her, or ... anything that goes on in the privacy of our own home like that. Will you promise me, Jack?"
"Sure ... sure, Mom," I said with a cross of my heart because I knew she was really dead serious, "I love you, Mom. I'd never tell anybody anything you didn't want me to. I don't want everybody knowing either. I want it to be ... just us."
The words stuck there, because it wasn't and it never would be "just us." No one man (and I wasn't even a man then) could ever give Mother enough sex. I knew that. It couldn't be "just us." And then, like she was reading my mind again, Mom said: "Well ... you don't mind my boyfriends ... my special friends, do you, Jack?"
"No ... no, Mom," I told her, remembering how psyched up I got watching her get fucked and eaten by her brother, and Tony, and ... God knows how many others she'd done it with. "I don't mind ... if you let me watch."
"Oo-oh! You're getting a hard-on, honey," Mom said with a very sexy smile. I swear that was the first time she started using the sexy words with me. She didn't come on too strong, you know, it just led on gradually until we would say things like "fuck,"
"shit,"
"I'm coming,"
"eat me, darling," and the other things you say when you're having hot sex ... good sex!
Oh, hell, I was so glad to be back home with her then. She took me by the hand into her bedroom and my damn cock jumped through the hole in my skivvies. Mom laughed and smiled and she opened up her robe to give me a big naked hug. Damn! That's what I wanted. The feel of that beautiful ass with my hands going down under each buttock to the top of her thighs, the way her tits mashed against my naked chest and I could feel the very slight roughness of each hard nipple. Oh, damn!
Mother was such a goddamn beautiful young woman still. Hell, she looked as sexy as one of those tall high school girls with big sexy thighs and big tits. I was hugging her warm body, and then she stepped back and took off her robe and was standing there mother naked! Oh, man, Doc, I was busting my mind! I hadn't been with her in three months!
We lay there in bed and hugged and kissed around a lot after I got naked too. Mom got over me once and let her big tits just drag all up and down my body, just the nipples touching me ... plus a little more. Then she took hold of my bursting cock and she had a special way of working it so that the sensation was damn good, but it didn't make me shoot off. She really knew how to take care of hot cock, man. She milked it down between two fingers and was telling me in passionate pants how it had grown so much since the last time we'd been together.
Oh, that was so great, man! Mom started kissing and tonguing my naked body then and dragged her tits across me again. I'd seen her do this with Eddie, and I knew what was coining. I knew it! She got down there ... looked up at me as she held my throbbing cock in her hand, and her lips quivered when she said, "Oh, Jack, honey ... oh, Jack, baby ... I love you, honey."
Goddamn, Doc, she ate me ... fellated me. Hell, I know all the right words too. She did me, Doc. It was the sweetest thing in the world ... Mom going down on it ... just like I was a real man! Jean Ann had good head, but Mother knew how to suck and stop, lick and stop. She was a genius to tell when a man was on the verge of coming, and she could stop it ... then work it up again. Her mouth was as good as any cunt. It was a cunt, dammit!
I was still hot when it was over and she had taken it all. That was what made her so much more sexy than Jean Ann, too. Mother was a real woman. She loved to eat a cock raw and take it all. I just can't tell you in words I know, how beautiful that experience was.
I kissed my mother. I kissed her all over and I licked between her legs, but I didn't really go down on her sopping wet pussy ... not then. Hell, don't ask me why. I just licked her and loved her all over that beautiful, naked body. I was hooked!
Now, I never want to say anything against Mom, but I swear she hooked me on sex with her all kinds of ways that night, because she wanted to get to me another way ... not that I cared. She had this thing going with her rich, married boyfriend, Tony. She told me he was coming back to see her the next week and he had told her he wanted to see me too.
I don't know whether this had anything to do with it, or how smart I really was then. But, by God, about two days later, I was walking along this street about a mile away from home, see. And I knew, I had been told by some guys at school that men came by there sometimes offering kids money for some messing around. Well, I was walking along slowly when this Ford slowed down and there's this man in it, a kind of skinny guy about thirty-five maybe. He stopped and said, "Hey, young man! Want a ride?"
I saw his eyes looking over me like he's hot onto me, man. So I jumped in the car, and it happened like I'd always heard about. He pulled out a bunch of real good fuck photos that turned me on plenty and had my cock working down my leg like a big worm until it was at full hard. And they were some beautiful pictures of sex.
In one of them, you could see these two young boys about my age with both their dicks in this pretty blonde French girl (it had some French words at the bottom, so I guess it was French). One boy had a small cock and it was up her ass in one picture, in the next, it was pulled almost out. From another way, in the two other pictures of them, the guy had his huge cock going in and out of this girl's cunt. She had a pretty smile on her face and was licking a lollipop.
There were some pictures of young women with dogs licking their pussies and, man, they had on real fancy dresses, but they were pulled up way over their stockings and their legs were apart, and the dog's licking away.
One girl who didn't look over ten, had a big bird dog screwing her with the funniest looking cock.
When I came to the place where there was a woman dressed like a French maid in a short black and white uniform sucking the cunt of this schoolgirl, I thought my cock was going to blast off by itself.
"Hey, sonny, you're gettin' a big bone up there, ain'tcha?" the guy driving the car disturbed my fantasies as I looked down and saw the outline of my cock plenty clear in those tight fitting khaki pants. "Lemme see that there thing, sonny ... awfully big for a young boy like you...."
"How much you give me to let you taste it?" I busted right out without even thinking. Well, he didn't mind straight talk, that was for damn sure. He pulled out a dollar bill and stuck it up under the sun visor, and he said I could take it with me when he let me out.
A buck seemed okay to me then, so I nodded and he drove the car in behind a bunch of billboards where nobody could see us. Son of a bitch! That man had a cock on him like I never saw, because I'd never seen a real "curver" job like that. It was so damn long too. I thought he was full hard, but when he fished in my unzipped fly to get out my cock, his blew on up like a life raft when you pull the compressed air valve.
Man, he loved my cock! He ducked down there and suctioned it into his mouth and went to work. His tongue slipped around it too, so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Jean Ann sucking it again. But Jean Ann didn't have any whiskers. He knew some tricks that little cousin didn't know about that almost made up for it, and I still had those fuck photos to look at when I pumped my ass up to his face. He reached down with his hands and took out my balls and ran his finger up around my asshole. Man, that was some feeling. I got down my pants and shorts, so he could lick all around my balls and under them, if he wanted to.
Oh, man, he was wheezing and puffing and panting. I bet he never had a cock like mine, and I don't mean to sound conceited, but I know Mom only liked the best, and she always told me mine was better than anybody's. Well, when this guy would come up for air or, you know, he'd stop a minute and wipe off his mouth, he'd talk to me sexy. Oh, that psyched me up to hear him say, "Goddamn, you got a sweet cock! You got just enough sweet cheese to make it taste good, too ... taste natural and healthy. You must work up a good sweat playin' games. Damn, boy, I want to lick these balls too, an' suck 'em right inside my mouth. They dropped right recently, I bet ... always tell a lot by a young boy's balls. Don't worry. I ain't gonna bite 'em I like this stuff too much. I wanta eat you all up, boy. Oh ... you sure got a sweet dick...."
Hell, I didn't care. When he got through sucking me till his mouth was sore, he asked me to suck his. That was the first time I ever did it with a man and, you know, it wasn't any big thing? I was psyched a little, but I wasn't going crazy over it like it was a cunt. And I wasn't scared either. I got down and put it in my mouth, great big damn thing with that curve in it, and it had a smell to it I'll never forget. I sucked on it and he came shooting off in my mouth with a great big load right away.
I couldn't swallow it. I didn't gag or anything. I just didn't want to swallow it ... not then. I let him milk it down until it was all out, and then I just spit it out like Jean Ann did that time with me....
Young girls, teenagers and women have always been my real bag, you know. But back then, you had to accept a substitute sometimes, and it's always so damned easy to get a cock to suck or some fellow to bung with. I found that out right then, and I was sucking cock pretty regularly for a while.
Dooley was my best buddy at school and we were always talking about sex and figuring ways to look up girls' dresses, teachers' dresses ... and, you know, there was this one doll of a girl, Marcella, who was a Greek girl. She was the prettiest thing with the most fully developed body you ever saw. Her thighs were so nice, they reminded me of Mom's. Her legs and ass and titties were really great!
Marcella wore real short skirts and she didn't care how high they got when she was sitting in class and squirming her ass around. Dooley and I, we used to both get a bone on looking at her in study hall. The funny thing was this old fart, Mr. Lowry. He was a math teacher and he was in charge of that fourth period study hall, see ... old guy about fifty ... fat, baldheaded. In study hall, he didn't have a regular teacher's desk. It was more like a table about the size of a desk, but no drawers, and you could see right under it.
This sexy cunt, Marcella, damn! She had to know what she was doing to that old fart. He always looked at her legs when she sat two student desks in front of him and wiggled her ass so he could probably see her pussy ... damn! Well, Dooley and I used to watch him and almost had to try to start coughing to keep from busting out laughing. Mr. Lowry would get a hard-on you could tell because his pants to his suit were always too tight and thin, and that cock stuck out like an outline, you know. And that old fart would sit there rubbing it and rubbing it, and clacking his false teeth and pushing them back in place with his tongue. I think he was wearing a rubber or something [like I have done many times in my life] and got himself off watching Marcella's legs and ass, because sometimes after he'd rub a while, that bulge in his trousers would go back down, and he'd quit looking at her and pick up a damn book to read or start grading some of his algebra papers from his classes.
Both Dooley and I, we had lunch period after study hall, and we'd grab a quick sandwich in the cafeteria and then go out into this sort of alley behind the auditorium. Damn, I look back on that and it's funny as hell, both of us sitting there jacking each other off like crazy, man. We'd let the come squirt on the cement and then wipe out dicks off with handkerchiefs. (I wonder if our mothers ever knew what it was when they did the wash?)". One time, Dooley cut the head of his cock on a piece of tin can by the garbage dump there. He told the school nurse it happened while he was sitting on the toilet and messing with his Boy Scout knife to cut loose some threads on his shorts. She gave him a damn tetanus shot, but Dooley also got to know what it was like to have a young nurse hold his cock in her hand.
Yeah ... Dooley and I, we really did some crazy things, I tell you. When we'd spend the night together, I could suck his cock off five times ... and he'd get me to go six or seven, until his damn jaw got hung up and nearly locked on him. Man, that put the fear of God into me! What if the son of a bitch bit off my cock? But that was when I started to take a guy's come, every drop of it. I liked it too.
Dooley was the first guy ... the first guy I ever bunged all the way in the rear and let him bung me too, until balls were biting ass. I used to like to jack him off by reaching for his cock underneath when I was bunging him. Mother raised hell about the sheets. I told her I must have had a wet dream, but she knew better. She knew Dooley and I were getting each other off some way. Knowing what I found out later, I guess Mother would have liked to have been in bed with both of us ... and then there wouldn't be any come wasted on the bedsheets.
But that damn Greek girl, Marcella. What a fucking body! Guys drooled all over the place looking at her in shorts or a bathing suit. One Saturday, Dooley and I were down at the swimming pool. You know, this was a nice neighborhood, community pool, back before there were so many slums and new laws. This was like a nice country club pool today.
Well, there was this slope of grass that led up to the pool and Dooley and I were lying side by side on our bellies, just talking, you know. So Marcella walks down and says "Hi!" to us. Damn! She had a body that any man would give his last dime for! And she was wearing one of those little one-piece bathing suits about three sizes too small for her.
Marcella lay down on her belly, too, on the grass right on up in front of us, and that suit was all the way up the crack of her ass. You could see those juicy cheeks about half way up, like with ballerina tights, only these were flesh naked, man. Dooley and I were rubbing our cocks against the ground by twisting our asses around, and finally he says, "Hey, Marcella! Why don't you turn over and spread your legs too ... so we can see if you've got any pussyhair?"
That goddamn little bitch! She turned right over on her back, propped herself up on her elbows, spread her thighs and looked straight down at us, laughing like hell. Damn! You could just about see everything, where the tight crotch of that suit was stretched even tighter and her pussy lips were pushed out on either side of it. Goddamn! She said to us: "You gimme a dollar, and I'll pull it open so you can see everything."
Oh, my God, man! Dooley and I got all the change we had out of the pockets of our trunks, and all it totalled was 54 cents. She laughed at us again and said she wouldn't ever show her pussy to anybody for that. What she didn't know was that the crotch was so tight we were looking at the lips of it anyway. Then she said, "For that 54 cents ... I'll let you see my tits ... the nipples and everything ... ha-ha ... you guys have both got erections and rolling them against the grass ... haha! I bet you'll mess up your trunks."
We told her, hell, yes, come on down and get the money, and let us see her tits. We were both about to shoot off, and she laughed again about our asses wiggling so much.
"Hey ... wait a damn minute, Marcy," Dooley said, stopping her in her tracks. "How the hell are you gonna let us see your titties with that bathing suit on? You pull it down to your waist and somebody's likely to come over that hill. B'sides ... those people at the picnic table over there might see...."
"You're stupid, Dooley," she told him with a smirky laugh. "We just trade places. You guys go up and sit down where I was and look down here. I'll lay on my stomach and loosen the top straps like I didn't want the strap marks on my suntan. When I see everything's safe ... I'll get up on my elbows and you can see down to my belly button, nipples, tits, and all."
Man, was that something to see! We didn't sit to look at her, but lay down at a sort of angle, so we could still jack off with friction of the ground, and looked back and down at her. Marcella's tits were firm and big! No damn droop. She lifted way up twice and got a damn kick and a laugh out of how shook up Dooley and I were.
The cones around her nipples were big, and they stood out ... big cleavage in between them, man, and I think Dooley and I shot off in our trunks about the same time.
"For two dollars, you can feel one of them and kiss it," she said.
"For how long?" I asked her. "One minute," she said.
"Piss on you," was Dooley's reply, and we both went up and jumped in the pool so that the water would wash all the come out of our trunks.
Marcella would have probably sold her ass and all for five dollars, but it's like going grocery shopping just after a big steak dinner. She picked the wrong time for her sales pitch.
When I went in the kitchen door after several hours at the pool that day, I could hear Mother and Tony Ricco in her bedroom, both drunk as hell. Tony was a crude kind of bastard, but one of those big, good-looking, black curly-haired woman chaser kinds. He was a heavy equipment operator and made damn good money because he was at top scale and worked ten or fifteen hours overtime.
I walked on in the room with them, and the first thing Tony said to me was, "Goddamn, boy ... I ain't seen you in a long time. Has that dick got any bigger? Ha-ha ... heee!" He laughed like a goddamn maniac. But I sure did love to watch him fucking Mom. They psyched me more than anything. Mother just loved cock and never could get enough.
And Tony was big and hard then and she was begging him to, "Fuck my cunt, you goddamn ape!" Oh, shit! She wrapped those beautiful legs around him as soon as the cock slid into her pussy, and I tell you I never heard her talk so damn sexy in my life!
Oh, I stripped off and crawled right in bed with them there. I started to suck Mother's left tit, and I could feel the nipple swell up in my mouth so good while I was sucking and licking it, and I got to thinking about that goddamn Marcella. She had ones that were great and real young, but I bet she wouldn't know how to get a person really sexed up for doing it all the way.
Tony was plowing his cock fast, and Mother yelled out, "Go, Tony! Go! Suck harder ... Jack! Bite it! Tony! No! Don't come yet ... more fuck ... ah-h!" She was having another orgasm, but she wanted more. Tony couldn't hold it. I looked down there at the real action and, I swear, if I think about it now, I swear I could see how Mom was using her cunt muscles to milk him out when he came.
Mother was screaming and cursing at him because she had wanted more cock. He grabbed my hand and put it on his limp dick and said I had to get it up again for him because Mom might get hysterical if she didn't have some more of it. Of course, I think Mom could have been satisfied if both of us had taken turns eating her, but Tony said when she was in a cock mood, she had to be fucked!
Well, what the hell. I was hot and ready to go for just about anything ... like I get now sometimes. I got down there and sucked that lifeless cock of his until I could feel it grow in my mouth, bigger but not better than when I felt Mother's nipple getting hard in my mouth. I think that's why I like to suck cock, you know ... not that I'm a cocksucker ... it's just better than nothing when there's not some titty and cunt around that I can go with. Or ... well, at a swinging party, I guess I like to suck cock because it's something different. Shit, I don't know. All I know is Tony was up a bone again in about five minutes, so I figure I'm a pretty damn good cocksucker ... or else he had a hard-on for teenage boys, which I think he did.
I just remembered something else, so I can't believe I'm exaggerating on this now. I remember this particularly. It was the taste of Mother on Tony's cock that psyched me the most right then ... knowing it had been way down deep in her cunt and fucking it ... like I never had. Man, did they ever have a good fuck after that. I couldn't get Mother to be still enough for me to suck her titty again. She must have had fifteen or twenty orgasms because Tony held out and fucked her cunt for half an hour or more before he shot off in her.
Most of Mother's boyfriends were a little perverted, you know, and I think she was a little jealous sometimes of their wanting to mess with me when we had threesomes or more. Shit, I got to see Mother fucked every way there is-in the mouth, the ass, pussy ... between her tits ... everywhere. One old shit, he never wanted to do anything but get naked with her and then have her he on her belly while he put his cock in between the cheeks of her ass and went to moving it in there until he shot off. He didn't fuck her ass ... just in the crack, the cleavage, and he wanted me to squat and jack off so he could try to catch my come in his mouth from about six inches away. What a fucking freak. But ah that stuff psyched me up good, man.
There was Bernie and Max, Mother liked them a lot They were real class and money, professional men like my father was. Bernie drove a Caddy deViUe and Max had a brand new Jag. When they took Mother out, they went to places where dinner cost twenty or thirty dollars, and they bought her jewelry and furs, too.
Oh, hell ... I know what all that sounds like ... makes you think Mom was a whore. But she wasn't! She'd have fucked around with Bernie and Max if they never bought her anything but a six pack of beer. These guys had money, and they had some pretty way out ideas. I think Mom was real jealous of Bernie, because a lot of times when Max was fucking her, or they were doing skty-nine, Bernie would hug me and kiss me and get down and suck my cock, lick my ass ... everything.
All of this, you know, it was plain hot sex for me, except I never liked the feel of his whiskers when he kissed me on the mouth, or put his tongue in my mouth. This is the way it's always been with me, and still is, that I've never liked to talk lovey or kiss a man on the mouth. That's what a real queer does and I don't dig that ... no, sir!
Mother used to shack up with her boss, I think (maybe others, too) and she would be gone for three or four days at a time. I know, with her gone a lot, I was getting into a lot of mischief around school and just in general. I was always trying in every way to look at girls' asses, and I got caught once hiding in one of the toilet stalls in the girl's room at school, where I could peek through a crack into the next one. Man, it was hot stuff while it lasted!
It really psyched me to see these pretty little gals come in that stall, close the door, then yank up their skirts and pull down their panties as they sat down to pee. The best look I had was when they spread their legs read wide to wipe their pussies. Oh, damn! I could see how much hair each girl had, and it gave me the biggest psychs I knew to be in class and watch a girl moving her ass around at her desk, and know that I had seen her whole pussy, or maybe even her asshole!
See, when the girls had to wipe off after peeing, they sometimes would sort of turn in one direction or another. If they turned their ass in the direction of the crack I was looking through, I could see all that naked ass about two inches away from my eyes and see that hand with the toilet paper reach under to the cunt and wipe off the "dew drops." I'd jack off right into a wad of toilet paper and go crazy when I saw that. It gave me another fetish ... about girls in bathrooms, I think.
The trouble was, it was one of those things you call an irresistible impulse, I think. I stayed in there hidden for about fifteen minutes every day during my lunch period, because I thought that sooner or later, I'd get to see Marcella. I wanted to look at her naked ass and cunt more than anything else then. I saw a lot of sweet young ass and pussies, but I got caught and got hell before I ever had a chance to get a free look at Marcella's cunt. They wanted to send me to some shrink for kids especially, but I cried and all, and I got the principal to change his mind with my promise never to do it again and to concentrate on my studies more.
You know, I've studied a lot about psychology and all myself, and it doesn't help me, but at least I understand more and know that other men have all been through a lot worse perversions and mental sicknesses than I have. Hell, why should I want to get cured? I'm telling you, if I couldn't have my perverted sex to look forward to, I might as well be a fucking vegetable growing in some shrink's garden. [It is interesting to note that he expresses a desire, not just to be a vegetable, but to be a vegetable growing in a "shrink's" (psychoanalyst's) garden, i.e.-he wants to be "eaten" by the authoritarian symbol, to bring the man down to his own level of sexual desire and manifestation.]
Anyway, I know that other men have had this real strong urge to hurt or even kill some girl if she won't put out, or laughs at you because you go so crazy to get to her that you feel like a little shit instead of a real man. You can have a string of bad luck in trying to get pussy, and you hate every goddamn female there is! They're all fucking whores! Shit on 'em!
I was feeling that way when Marcella had been teasing me for so damn many months. I had dreams about that ass of hers, and about sucking on those nipples of her titties until they turned blue. I had seen the lips of her pussy and just a tiny bit of cunthair when that tight bathing suit was up into her crotch, and I used to grab my cock and jack it off real hard and curse her name, wishing I was forcefully ramming it all the way inside her cunt ... fucking the hell out of her and having one big, huge, tremendous blast of an orgasm.
For five dollars, she used to tease me, I could get in bed naked with her and feel all I wanted to, but she didn't want to lose her cherry. For another two dollars, I could suck her tits, cunt and asshole. Shit! Fuck that bitch! Even if I had a way to get the seven dollars, I'd rather rape her ass and go to reform school. You're goddamn right! I wanted to hurt that bitch. You'd think my fucking around with Mother and her boyfriends would have been enough, but it wasn't. No one man could satisfy her. No one female could satisfy me. But don't misunderstand me. Mother was the best, and I hadn't even really fucked her. I dreamt about it so much, I guess it seemed like I had.
I had me an air rifle then. It wasn't one of those little one-pump B-B guns. This was the kind you could keep pumping as long as you had strength to make the pressure greater. It could dig into a person's flesh at fairly close range as well or better than a .22-short. So, I took my air rifle and pumped it up about halfway, and I waited for Marcella to come along by the pool one day. When I saw her, man, she was swinging her ass and half of those goddamn cheeks were naked in that tight bathing suit. Man, I took aim ... real careful aim ... and popped her right on the left cheek of that ass. She let out a scream you could hear for a mile, but I stayed in those bushes and pumped it about three more times and, damn, if I didn't sting her on the other cheek too!
I was so goddamn excited, I came in my pants before I took off out behind the bushes, knowing Marcy hadn't even seen me. Oh shit, what a stupid ass I was. I was a sadist. I had popped off when she screamed the loudest, and there was that old irresistible impulse in a different way. I could hurt girls like that, and cream off when they screamed! I jerked off thinking about it, and remembering the look on Marcy's face when she got hit that second time, and the red mark on her ass where the bullet dug into that soft flesh. Oh, damn!
The next Saturday, I bought me a whole box of B-B's and I loaded up the rifle and hid out behind the bushes. I was able to put a whole bunch of B-B's in the chamber, but they only cocked into place one at a time, and when I shot, it used all the pressure I'd built up. But I practiced until it only took me a few seconds to pump it three times, and that gave it all the power it needed at that close range.
I went crazy that damn day ... delirious! Every girl with a cute ass who came by there, I got her on the ass, sometimes both cheeks. I had my cock hanging out of my pants, and I was coming with about every other ass I hit. The goddamn way those girls looked when I hit them! Oh, damn! And each one would pull the bathing suit up over her naked ass to see what it was hit her. I was going out of my head! Until the police came.
I knew they were coming about two seconds before they got to me, so the first thing I thought of was to get that cock back in my pants and zip up. They might get me for using an air rifle to pop girls in the ass with, but I'll be damned if I was going to let them call me a sex freak. [Note that Jack realized at that age that what he was doing was "abnormal" according to society. His unconscious and conscious mind knew the mores to which he was expected to live up. Sex, to Jack, was an innately "evil" thing. And he used this as rationalization, making no attempt to control these "abnormal" emotions and desires.]
Man, I was nervous as hell in juvenile court. Marcella's father was a lawyer, and he had seven sets of the girls' parents sign a complaint against me for popping the kids' asses. The judge gave me a big damn lecture about a boy so mature as me, my age and all, should be punished severely for doing a horrible thing like that (one of the pellets had punctured Marcy's flesh and they had to have a doctor get it out of her ass).
I was told very strongly that I could be sent to reform school until I was twenty-one. I could be sent away to a mental hospital as a defective delinquent for maybe the rest of my life. I was so shook up, I sat down and cried like a sick, fucking baby! I could have killed myself for breaking down like that! But I guess it saved my ass in a way.
My father was there. I hadn't seen him in years. He didn't even speak to me, just looked at me in a kind of disgusted way, then looked at Mother even worse, like what I did was all her fault. Shit! He was dressed up in a two hundred dollar suit and had a Caddy with a chauffer outside. I don't know why the hell he did it ... he never said a word to me, but he did ask permission to speak with the judge in his chambers.
When they came back out, my father nodded toward Mom and me with this smile ... his damn victory smile. He didn't give a shit about Mother or me either one. He just wanted to show what a big, important, rich son of a bitch he was ... show us what we were missing.
The judge had a private talk with Marcy's father and the other parents, then they all came back out and we sat down. What happened was that my father had promised to send me to this very, very strict military school until I graduated from high school, and pay any reasonable medical and injury claims by the girls' parents, if they would give me a suspended sentence or put me on parole. Marcy's father and the others had agreed to let it go at that.
Summer was almost over, so the schools were about to start up again anyway. They sent me to one of these real expensive and executive fucking places where a lot of people with money send their delinquent bastards, queers, all the fucking misfits.
I wasn't looking forward to that one damn bit. But I had a few pleasant surprises ahead of me....