Chapter 12
SCREWING UP A LIVING
My first customer was a young sailor I met at the cafeteria around the corner from my apartment. He was sitting alone at a table for four. The Beehive Cafeteria was very crowded because it was noon. So I asked if I could share his table.
Rather slight and baby faced, this sailor looked too young to be in the service. Maybe his short haircut made him more youthful. And now that I knew I was a year older than I'd thought, I felt almost old enough to be his mother.
Anyway, we made small talk for a while. I didn't want to blurt right out and get to be known as available to just anyone. I played it cool. But sailorboy was extremely bashful. I finally ask him if he would like to come up to my place for a while.
Red in the face, he stammered yes. I had to make all of the moves. He never would have asked for pussy. He'd never had any! He finally admitted this after I got him into my bed, gave him a hand job and then eased him over on top of me and put his pipe in my pussy for him.
When he got the hang of the screw game, he pumped violently for a couple of minutes. Then he came. And did he! He was beside himself. I knew it was an exceptional experience for him. So I petted him for a while before I helped him put his limp jobber back into his tight bell bottoms. I told him I needed twenty-five dollars for the job. And sent him on his way.
I was very disappointed in this initiation for my doll house. I'd dreamed of a second Jim being my first fuck. And naturally I planned dozens like him standing in line. Instead of a Jim, I got an unexciting, non-producing cherry. I ended up getting out my brand new vibrator and doing a job on myself to ease the frustrations the sailor instilled in my half-sere wed pussy.
Soon I had a steady stream of hard cocks banging at my door. Not too many, because I remained very selective. But I had enough to make a fair living. And did I run into some strange ones! A father I met in the Laundromat brought me his 'bashful' seventeen-year-old step-son.
Junior wasn't quite so bashful as Papa thought. He enjoyed explaining to me why he didn't want to soak his cock in my cunt. He didn't dick girls, because he was much more fond of dicking boys. He paid me the twenty-five dollars Papa gave him, so it was no loss to me.
I got up a threesome for once a month. Two married men, Stef and Ron. They were buddies who both loved to watch a good fuck, then jump in and take over the red hot nest of sex. They always argued over who was going to screw me first; each wanting the other to take the lead.
The first few dual visits Stef and Ron made, they stuck to their usual habit ... watching each other have his turn at screwing me. But I soon changed this. When I have two dicks available simultaneously, I want to get a good double fuck. I mean, after all, what a waste. Taking turns amounts to taking one cock. That's not actually any different than having just one man.
About my fourth session with these good buddies I changed our dull routine. Stef was on his back on a big white fur rug I had in the middle of the living room floor. And I was sitting on him, hooked to him good and hard with the ample dick he had poked up my over-anxious pussy.
To draw Ron's attention I kept raising my ass high in the air, pulling all the way off that luscious rod which stood pointing about nine inches straight up at me. Then I jumped back down on it with a fast, even tempered thrust that drove that cock, wet from my juicy wild pussy, all the way to my navel.
"Fuck it, fuck it," Stef kept puffing out as I landed back on that goodie over and over again. "Fuck my cock baby. It's going to spew all over you because it loves your talented cunt so much.
Wow, are you a tigerpuss."
"I could screw ten men at once if I had enough holes," I answered Stef, never missing my beat.
I looked up at Ron and suggestively licked my lips and motioned for him to come closer, with a slight jerk of my head.
Our fucking had really turned Ron on. He moved forward like a puppet on a string. Already naked, waiting his turn, he stooped at the back of Stef's head and with a bigger than ever lunge I plopped down on my hard working prick. Lying flat against Stef's body, I rocked slowly back and forth.
As I rocked toward Ron, I lopped onto his very ready lollypop and with each rock on Stef's cock, I moved forward just enough to jam Ron's jumping live tool as far in my mouth as it would go, before the backward rock would take me away again.
When I had them both going at full blast and neither one was any longer willing to take turns, I stopped everything. I slid my mouth off Ron's now almost fluorescent purple crowned cock and pulled high in the air again, releasing Stef's big prick from my pussy so fast it sounded like I'd opened a bottle of champagne.
Then I quickly moved onto my hands and knees on the rug next to Stef. I positioned my ass in the air like a bitch in heat ... which let's face it ... I was. I scooted onto Ron's cock which was still standing ready from where he was positioned on his knees at the top of the rug. And as I quickly devoured Ron's cock with my steaming hot cunt, I breathlessly called for Stef to plug up my other end.
We did a threesome so in tune we had a regular concert going. I couldn't tell one cock from another. There is nothing so great as two cocks at once. I felt just like one big enormous, wet, hot, hard wonderful cock had taken over my entire being ... that a cock was me. And then I passed out from too much of an absolutely wonderful orgasm to take.
Stef's hobby, other than voyeur-fucker, was BBQing. I had a small hibachi on my patio, and he usually fixed us steaks or hamburgers while we sat around nude drinking wine coolers, following our fucking sessions.
My-relationship with Stef and Ron was the closest thing to a real friendship I had found since I set up shop. But it didn't last very long. Stef's wife followed him to my apartment one day. Naturally her next move was tattling to Ron's wife.
Both fellows told me they would be around again as soon as things quieted down on the home front. But I didn't want anymore Norma type deals. So I kissed them off my list for good.
Was I homesick. My friends had always been very dear to me ... never just prick or cunt. I wrote a long letter to everyone at home, and asked them all to please write me.
When I caught myself getting despondent, I would go out shopping for another man. Fuck shopping. I didn't want just a string of quick 'rabbit jump' customers. I wanted friends too. And a real lover. That is if Mr. Right would ever come along.
I didn't stumble across a Mr. Right as far as love goes. But I ran into two Mr. Rights as far as plain ol' humping sex goes.
Two sailors' buddies phoned me for an appointment one weekend. They'd gotten my number from Rich Matthews, a very reliable regular I took care of every time he was in port. So I told them to come over at nine that evening when I would have a free hour.
Jay was tall and slim. His cock was stumpy, but very big around. Cliff was short and solid, with a thick barrel chest and a long slim cock, which, with a hard-on, filled out beautifully.
Nope. These sailor boys certainly didn't resemble each other in any fashion. But nevertheless, they reminded me of my twins, Brett and Brad. Because when it came to fucking, or sucking, they were a perfect example of a Siamese job.
My white fur rug frequently came in handy. I never once made it to the bedroom with Cliff and Jay. "Okay you guys, you wanted your appointments together, so I take it you want a threesome." I disrobed and lay back on the rug.
"Right," they said in perfect harmony.
These characters were a real charge. I thought I would die laughing and never be able to settle down to serious business. When they were both stripped down to their nice smooth muscley birthday suits they stood before each other, their arms folded. Then, like on cue, they each reached out, took a hold of the others' dick and shook it up and down very solemnly. Like they were gentlemen shaking hands. Then they laughed and both said in harmony again, "may we be lucky enough to COME together."
Then Cliff said, "After you," and Jay moved forward, climbing on me first. He poked his hard round dick, bigger than an old-fashioned doorknob in my eager pussy. These guys were going to be something special, and my experienced little cuntie sensed it and tingled in anticipation.
Cliff got behind Jay and much to my amazement, instead of buggering me, he rammed his longer rod right into my pussy behind his buddy's knob.
A cock in each end is something to remember. I mean you feel like you've got cock coming out your ears. But two at once in one pussy is a trip all in it's own. "All in it's own." I just formed a perfect cliche. It's like what one would imagine getting fucked by an elephant would be like.
I had to bite and chew on my fingers to keep from yelling out so loud my landlord would be sure to evict me.
I was quite upset when these two shipped out a few weeks later for a six months' cruise.
Yet, until I thrashed it out in my own mind I didn't miss the Siamese fuck as much as I thought I would. I decided it was because though they were fantastic pricks together ... singly they wouldn't be anything to write home about.
And also, because a fuck is all they were. Never did either one of them kiss me, or make even the slightest show of compassion.
And I was hungry for love. For warmth and togetherness. For the completeness I'd felt with Jim ... though I hadn't admitted it then.