Chapter 7
SEXY KIDS ACROSS THE SEA
When it was time for me to re-enlist or get out, I didn't let Mother know that I requested a Med [Mediterranean] cruise and did re-enlist. I knew I couldn't escape sea duty much longer or, at least I figured I couldn't, since I'd been to the Pacific, it seemed logical that a Med cruise would be acceptable to the Navy ... probably with a shore station in Norfolk, Naples, London, or some place like that.
Man, did I ever have the luck. My Commander at the reserve unit sent me to stenotype and shorthand school so that I could make Second Class and maybe end up as a yeoman with one of the big Navy wheels, taking down the conversations at big meetings and ail in places all over Europe. See, that way I'd have the Med cruise and get sea duty credit, but I'd also be doing a lot of special duty in Europe and North Africa. Great, man!
One of the first things I wanted to find when I had some duty in Libya at Tripoli, was where the cunt was. Man, they had some good-looking women over there, but it was dangerous to try to pick up anything except the professional whores. Well, there was this old fart who hung around the base and did a lot of pimping. I think his name was Mohammed, but just about every man you meet over there is named Mohammed, too. This guy was a pimp for the real classy stuff. And outside of the rich sultans and all, who had their own harems of nice teenage stuff and even younger, the Air Force guys at Wheelus, and the few Navy or Army guys who were there on special duty, were the only ones with enough money for the high-priced stuff. But, Doc, you never saw such bags! After that big buildup, the whores he took us to were toothless, dirty, smelly, and had about as much sex appeal as American women about a hundred years old ... after they're dead.
But, man I had to get me a piece of some of that choice young stuff that was running around all over the place. I'd see these real young Libyans ... Arab girls, and I'd almost crawl out of my damn skin to get with one of them naked. I'd jack off six or seven times in a single night just dunking about it, and I was scared I was going to get drunk some night and go out and rape one of those kids, and then I'd probably get my cock cut off; that's Arab law, I think.
But they had such nice, little, olive-colored bodies and long black hair ... and their faces were sexy, but innocent, you know what I mean. Well, helL Mohammed wanted seven or eight dollars each for those old hags, and I told him he was out of his fucking mind. Hell, I had money. I didn't have to take those old whores, so I asked him what it would cost for a real nice, clean little teenager whose titties were just starting ... oh, shit I was hot for something real young and juicy, man!
Mohammed laughed and told me I was worse than this Sultan he used to work for who wanted five-and six-year-old girls to eat and break in. But money talks for those Arabs and when Mohammed realized I was serious, he said he could get me a real young virgin for three hundred dollars. That was out, but I knew these bastards were like horse traders or union negotiators, asking for the moon, but willing to settle for a lot less. He knew I wouldn't go three hundred, and I doubted like hell that any girl he'd get me, no matter how young she was, would be any virgin.
Hell, I'll cut the crap short here, and just say that I met him the next night with fifty bucks cash and a bottle of bonded American whiskey that I bought at the Class Six store for less than three bucks, but which would have cost a local National about a month's pay on the open market.
Mohammed's front teeth were bared in a smile that I thought wouldn't quit when I gave him the bottle and he saw it was sealed. Then I told the guy that I'd give him twenty-five dollars if he'd take me to the girl and let me look her over, undress her and feel her all over, including a little fingerfucking. The next twenty-five bucks, I said, would come if I could suck her pussy, screw her one time, and get her to suck me off and swallow it all!
He looked kind of thoughtful for a moment, as if maybe he wasn't sure the girl would suck my cock, but then he nodded to me and smiled again as he clutched the precious bottle of American bonded Bourbon, and hailed a cab that took us down into the real native quarter that was off-limits to Americans. Mohammed assured me that he would see me through safely.
I believed the bastard because I felt that a crook like him could get us both in and out of any situation, or else he'd be in jail instead of cleaning up on Americans, and I felt no sweat when he took me into this whorehouse ... a bordello. Now, this place had real class and it was patronized by the fat cat locals who could afford to pay for something special.
Oh, man! Was she something special? Mohammed talked to this fat woman first, argued over whether she'd take part payment for the whiskey and how much; and then I was led back to this cozy little room, and told I could do anything to the girl except cut her, or make her bleed from some outside tear to her body. Mohammed sheepishly admitted she wasn't a virgin, when I asked about the bleeding from busting her cherry.
The girl's name was "Bella," which was fine by me. She had on a couple of pieces of clothes that I could see right through, because they were as sheer as white gauze. It was obvious she was a young kid because she didn't have much titty at all, just little puffs, and the tiniest, cutest nipples you ever saw. Oh, man, her body was just perfect, what I'd been dreaming of. She was like a kid in a way, but with the sexy damn shape to her legs and thighs and that beautiful young ass! Her face was a dream; and she didn't act scared or anything, but seemed interested in me and what I might want to do with her. She spoke some English because she had been with American officers and servicewomen and tourists, and she could pronounce words like, "suck,"
"cunt,"
"prick,"
"little asshole,"
"drink milk from nice man's cock." Oh, man, this little girl was terrific.
We lay down there on this kind of mattress, you know, but she wasn't like those Oriental girls; she didn't start to do everything to please you. I took off my clothes and she stripped naked, too. Oh, Doc that was great to see that little kid naked. She was clean and smelled so good, and a nice olive skin like those real well-bred North Africans have. Man, I licked her all over, sucked her toes, tongued her armpits and made her laugh sexy, lapped at her backside until she got to be a little passionate. I did everything I could, or that any human being could do to a girl with his mouth.
You know, I think I made that kid come once or twice when I was eating her. She was so nice, tight and tiny down there. If she had any fuzz, it had been shaved off. Oh, that was great ... great young stuff.
I had sex with Bella once a month for five months, but that was all I could afford, but if she wasn't worth it I'll kiss your ass at high noon in front of city hall. Oh, man, I could fuck her, too, you know, and that tight pussy could take all my cock when I greased her cunt real good ... and Bella liked to put the grease on my cock, you know. This was really a child of sex, Doc, and when it came to sucking a cock, there wasn't any better, because she had a way that she relaxed her throat when she was either eating it or being fucked in the mouth, and your cock went right down there until it was ... well, hell, I guess the head was in her esophagus, I think it's called, and she milked on your cock with her throat muscles. I'd make her squeal and gag sometimes, but she was a real masochist and liked me to spank her ass hard as hell, too, until it was all red and she was crying. It made her get herself off, I swear it did. And if you think that wasn't something to have that naked little love child over my legs, swatting her ass and kissing it, and getting my finger up her asshole ... damn! And you know one of my big kicks is to suck my own cream out of a cunt, and with hers being so small, some of my come oozed out all around and my cock was covered with it, so what Bella liked me to do (and it really psyched me) was to turn around real quick after I'd fucked her, and we did a sixty-nine so I could suck all she had out, and she washed my cock in her mouth. She spoke a little English, and when she told me how her father had been eating her pussy right in front of her mother since she was really young, I really psyched out.
When they sent me up to Italy and England, the sex situation was a lot different. I met a lot of older (but beautiful and sexy) women and I really liked them I guess because some of them reminded me of Mother, and I was off the little girl kick for a while. Oh ... sometimes, I might blow a whole month's pay for a real young thing, but it was mainly the sex appeal of older women that turned me on.
Maybe some of this had to do with the letters I was getting from Mom. Some of them were pretty damn sad, man, because she'd tell me all about some party she and Donna had been to, and how her heart wasn't really in it anymore because I wasn't there.
"Jack," she wrote, in signing off one letters, "I miss you ... I need your cock!" That shook me up and made me feel kind of bad.
Hell, I missed Mother so much sometimes that I felt guilty about having volunteered to come over for this damn tour that was such a racket and a sweet deal, and I was all hot to trot because I was going to be in Naples, London, Leghorn, Cherbourg and Le Havre, and probably take some leave in Paris or over to Germany, where I heard the cunt was really great.
Doc, I was really making it for a single guy with only a high school education and a little training in typing and shorthand and Navy regs [regulations.] I got promoted to First Class Petty Officer, and I could just see that Chiefs uniform on me in another year or so. A carton of American cigarettes was still worth a piece of ass in some places in Italy and France, and I learned real quick to get away from the damn port towns and G.I. hangouts to find people who really appreciated an American and what he could do for them, I had this one cunt in a town about twenty miles out of Naples. Maria was in her very early forties and kind of plump, and since most guys went for the young slim stuff and few ever got that far out of Naples for their pussy, I had a real good deal with this. She dug the fact that a young guy like me with so many stripes on my uniform could dig a woman like her so much.
See, Maria had great tits and big legs, but like Mom's, they were solid, and she liked to fuck and suck cock more than anything else in the world (she was a widow and had a pension and ran a little shop). But she really liked anything there was to do if it involved sex.
I used to shack with Maria half the time I was around Naples, and she knew some real local whores-girls who fucked the local guys for one or two dollars worth of lira-and when business was slow at the end of the month, she'd invite a bunch of them up and I'd buy all the wine and cheese and bread they wanted, and we'd have us a real ball. They loved Cognac too, which none of them could afford at local prices, but I could jet Hennessy or Courvoisier for two or three dollars a fifth, and we would have a blast for the whole weekend.
These cunts all really liked me, and they weren't bags. They were just girls on the local scene in that little town who happened to grow up to be whores, and that's the way it was all over Europe, Doc. The stupid sailors and G.I.'s would pay through the nose for these bags in Naples or Paris or London ... hell, get away from those places, and you could be a king.
Something with whores is that they always get a charge out of real freakish sex. If you can think of something they've never done, it's a real wild challenge to them. Man, they want you to fuck them as a friend and prove that they can really come with a guy. Their damn clients, it's all an act with most of them. Hell, European whores make damn good girlfriends if you can get them to like you.
Like, four or five of them used to get a real charge out of watching me the way I fucked Maria, and then sucked it out of her cunt, and then kiss her and give it back to her in her mouth. They all wanted me to do that with them, or let me get them lined up bare ass on their hands and knees and I'd ream out each asshole and fuck the one whose asshole I said tasted best.
And they liked to humiliate a man in other ways too, you know, and there I was, the crazy American giving out all the free French Cognac they could drink and giving them a lot of laughs. Hell, it didn't bother me because I was getting what I wanted. I got a Utile scared one night when they tied me down to the bed spread-eagled and went to work on me. They kissed me, sucked my tits, always had a fresh cunt in my face, licked under and around my balls and cock. Hell, it was standing up there and throbbing, you know, but these gals knew exactly when to stop short of my shooting off. After an hour of that I was in a pool of sweat and crying and begging for them to make me come, and it was that come-hungry Maria who won the chance to get my whole load and I was so damn flustered, I had a double orgasm with her fucking on me the way she did. And I tell you for sure, that was some experience.
When I got in that mood for a sample of the real young stuff one afternoon on a weekend, I told Maria I wanted her to get me the youngest kid she could find that night, and I'd let her watch me do everything, and the one she got was a Utile teenager from the farm named Gia, who didn't even look as old as she was. This was a girl who was destined to be a professional whore anyway, so we were able to give her some practice.
Maria and I decided the first thing Gia needed was a bath, and that young gal naked was a delight to bathe. She was little and slim, you know, with a nice rounded ass and real cute titties and a sexy navel. Oh, man to slide my soapy hands all over that fresh flesh and goose her in the asshole and cunt, that was a great experience; and then when we rinsed her off, I licked her dry ... well, as dry as I could, and I went ape when my mouth came to the little navel and the cuntlips, and I dipped way inside to feel a nice, firm pussy, young and inviting.
Well, Maria was just as perverted as me when she got going, and I guess people like us always have a way of attracting each other. She got Gia to lie down in the bed and take a deep breath and hold it; then she poured fizzing champagne into her navel area, and I lapped it out. More champagne, more lapping, and I got so psyched up that I had Maria fix her ass up on some pillows and we poured champagne in her cunt. Man, the fizz feeling made Gia laugh like hell, but I was right down there to drink and suck out the first cuntful, and Mafia wanted the next one.
Gia didn't seem to mind whatever we did, you know, being a kind of natural sex kitten, I think, and Maria being there made it "safe," you know. Oh, she'd giggle a little or protest real weakly if you asked her to do something real weird, but generally she went along with anything and seemed to get a kick out of it all.
I think ... well, the only thing I can remember that got her upset a little, but she ended up laughing and thought it was passo bene (crazy good) was when I got this obsession with long hair. I got her to sit on the floor and I put my cock in her hair and pressed it all around and worked back and forth, until I'd given her a cream shampoo like you never saw advertised on television, I'll bet.
That was wild, man, to see that cream oozing all through her hair and then make it so sticky she couldn't do anything with it until Maria washed it real good with plenty of hot water and soap. Man, I'd like to do that again to a cute little teenage gal like her.
But my time in Italy was just about up after I had the deal with Gia there, and I was looking forward to Paris.