Chapter 4
A LUCKY, FUCKY CAREER
Believe me, Mom never let me forget that fateful night with Daddy! When I was fifteen, she was still harping. She put an enlarged photograph of Daddy on the mantle over the fireplace in the den, which had always been his and my favorite room. At least once a day she reminded me, "Your father is dead because of you."
I didn't see it that way. As far as I was concerned, he was dead due to her coldness. Because she, his wife, had a zipper on her dried-up pussy.
Now I was Cinderella but for real. She burned everything Daddy had ever bought me. I was allowed to have only the clothes to cover my body. And every new article of wearing apparel I owned appeared to have come straight from the wardrobe of Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies. (I hid a second wardrobe in Gil's old tree house.)
If Margeen caught me in the wrong outfit, I told her I had traded with someone else for the day. If she got real sickening and threatened to tattle. T gave her something she wanted real bad ... like a pair of earrings or pantyhose or something.
Mom called me the "Embryo Whore" when she talked to Margeen. Especially if she knew I was within hearing distance. I wasn't allowed to go out with boys.
But, of course I managed. I had to have those big, hard snakes to stuff my insatiable sex box.
Sneaking out became easier and easier with time. Because as far as her own personal life was concerned, Mom turned over a new leaf. She went hog wild with the income from Daddy's large insurance policy to live on. She wasn't ever at home. She was usually on the golf course, or at some women's club function. Eventually, without Daddy to be jealous of, Mom was so engrossed in her own affairs she was smug. I guess she felt she kept me in line with her daily ritual of the photograph. Except for making sure I cleaned the house on Saturdays, and washed the dishes each evening, she ignored me.
I told her I had a part time job after school three evenings a week ... plus weekends. I brought home enough money to make my job seem valid. I was always paid in cash for my fucking sessions. Which I might add, were far more enjoyable than babysitting.
The first few weeks of my career, until I learned the ropes, or to be more exact, until I learned the art of fucking thoroughly, I stuck fast to Gil, Tom and Benny.
And STICK to them is just what I did. Man I loved those joy sticks so much I wanted one poking my cunt constantly. WOW! Wouldn't it be boss to get a dong throbbing hard, ram it all the way home and just keep it there? And walk around that way for the rest of your life!
Sometimes after school I had to settle for accommodating Gil with S.S. Shortie Sessions. His mom and dad both worked and everyone in the block was already accustomed to seeing me at Gil's frequently. And Mom never spoke to any of our neighbors. So, we buried the pole in my pussy regularly on the folding bed in Gil's garage.
Gil was my age, my youngest lover. He didn't have a car. Tom was sixteen soon after I started screwing for money. He got a drivers license and a station wagon, which Benny had the use of because he helped with the payments. Most of the time I took care of Benny and Tom at the same time, on the three evenings Mom thought I was babysitting.
After a few months, all three of my eager cocks had depleted most of their savings and allowance and such. For instance, Benny had cashed in his savings bonds, which his grandparents always gave him on each birthday. Consequently, they all three had to get part time jobs. This left me with a great deal of unfulfilled time on my hands, depriving me both of money and nookie. So I eventually took on a new customer now and then.
At first I stuck to boys I was already well-acquainted with. Dicks I knew I could trust in every way. One of my favorites was Jim Black. He was a senior in high school ... a star football player ... and he had definitely been around the fucking field.
In fact, he had pussy from any girl he wanted, until he started going steady with Norma Cruthers. Rich Norma. Hoity-toity Norma wouldn't put out. She gave Jim the old song and dance from the nineteenth century about wanting to be pure for marriage ... never belonging to but one man, and all that old shit.
Of course Norma's game was one of the oldest on record. Make the guy burn for her so badly he would marry her to get into her pants to douse his fire with her liquid.
Once Jim was committed to Norma, he couldn't afford to play the field. No guy who had tasted the sweet honey of pussy is gonna do without soaking his hungry cock now and then. Norma's having her zipper up was no secret. Nor was Jim's past reputation of being a cunt gourmet. So I put two and two together. I phoned Jim and made a deal with him. Good pussy from me ... on the strict QT for cash. This way, I reminded him, he could still keep pure rich Norma dangling from his line, and get his cock beat regularly as well.
Jim agreed heartily. He pretended to Norma that he had a job on Tuesday nights working for his uncle. He told Norma this uncle was a very strict, fussy old geezer, who never allowed anyone working for him to accept phone calls.
Jim's dad, divorced from his mother, gave Jim fifty dollars a week allowance. I charged Jim ten dollars instead of my usual five dollar fee. He never missed a Tuesday night, unless I was incapacitated myself.
I learned a lot of new things with Jim. He was never in a rabbity jump on, jump off, hurry like my first three. They fucked, heaving and hurrying, and pounding out their come like each time would be their last. Of course, any dick, of a clean friend that is, was better than my own finger and no money. But Jim's fucking was first class. A far-out trip to paradise! Jim never just fucked. He made love.
He took his time. He casually drove me insane with desire. First he kissed me. Tenderly but thoroughly. On the mouth. Then on my eyelids and ears ... licking and breathing in my ears just enough to make my butt raise right up in a rush so my pussy could grab at him. Then he kissed me all over, starting at my neck ... and moving down, very lightly touching my body all over with his lips, he managed to make me go bananas.
When he finally got to my belly button, he would stick his tongue in it, sending thrills of warmth ahead to my pussy that promised he would eventually be there with wild cock. Next he would kiss and lick all around that yearning slit until I squirmed and rocked and moaned and begged.
And then when I was ready to die if I didn't get that prick, but not expecting it yet, he would quickly move his head away from my stomach, or inner thigh, where every second he was kissing or tonguing me into paradise. And then when I was so crazy for it I begged, he would jab that expert tongue straight into my quivering, begging cunt. Oh God! I would raise right up in sheer joy to meet that teasing, tantalizing instrument of wonder. I cried and moaned and held his head tight in my hands. Or, literally grabbing hold of his dark, wavy hair, I would hang on, trying to keep that wiggling, licking tongue buried inside of me and thus make certain those glorious thrills would go on forever.
But Jim knew what he was doing. He gave me a lick and a promise of what was to come ... then quit momentarily ... just playing with my throbbing stiff clit with his skillful fingers, making me come again and again. And all this time I begged him to get back down to serious business.
Sometimes he changed his style all together, and casually played with my pussy with one hand, while driving me to impatient longing rage at him for distracting me from sex thrills by simply tickling the bottom of my feet.
Naturally when he did this, I showed Jimmy boy that two can play at the fuck game. I soon discovered that wiggling my pussy up and down, which I couldn't keep from doing anyway, because I was constantly after that rapturous, fast-darting tongue, and clinching my cunt muscles tight around that lively anxious tongue while I wiggled, got Jim so hot he literally came unglued. And THEN HE REALLY GOT WITH IT.
He would groan with passion and dive deeper between my legs, his tongue already wiggling as fast as that of a rattlesnake. Then he would proceed to eat me out until I went apeshit. Oh what Joy! All the while I always helped him, by frantically working my hips and pussy muscles ... and this excited him so extensively when I shot the hot sweet juice out at him, he rooted and groaned and buried his tongue deeper until he too bleated with desire and fulfillment.
But even then he didn't stop. That Jim would try to suck my very life right out of me! On and on this magic act would go, until I saw blackness, and yet saw red stars and golden spots dancing before my eyes. And finally I would scream, "No Jim. Now!"
"Now what Tiger puss?" he would tease. But he was already moving to climb on me. And then, this body hovering over mine, but not allowing me any cock, he would look me directly in the eyes (his own eyes were blurred and glazed with passion and the lust of lovemaking) and he would say, "What Tiger puss? What do you want Jim to do to you? Tell Jim what you want."
"I want you to hurry damn you, hurry. Now! Get it in. Get that cock home. FUCK ME! HURRY!"
The second I cried "fuck me" he would lunge that hard tool home, and we would yell together, "AHHHHH. OHHHHH. OH GOD!" And away we would go all over again. Only still not fast. No. Never hurried. Not until it was time for a crescendo which would bring the stars crashing down out of the heavens.
First Jim would screw me slowly, constantly changing the movement. Sometimes he rocked up and down. Sometimes from side to side. Then round and round. Always, I followed his lead. Sometimes he would stop fucking and slide down and feast on that burning hot meal of honey again. Then slide his body up mine like a slithering snake and ram that big wet prick home again with an earth-stabbing lunge.
Then the rhythm would pick up and go faster and faster. Jim would lift my legs high in the air and wrap them around his back and pound me into oblivion ... beating and thumping and driving that cock so expertly that finally one spasmatic climax followed another so closely, I was one big, wonderful, bubbling pool of come and nothing else.
Jimmy boy was an expert at holding off an orgasm. When he did come, he CAME with a roar that could probably be heard for a mile. We always had the family camper both his mom and dad had deserted when they were divorced, so this presented us no problem. Fucking with him was so good I just had to make a lot of racket. And he apparently felt the same about me.
And we never stopped after one round. We would hesitate a few minutes, soaking that throbbing cock in my equally still-quivering pussy, which was all too worked up and sensitized to refuse. Then Jim would work just his cock, not moving his body, but only that talented rod. I would clinch just my vaginal muscles around that wiggling snake as it leaped gently and promising inside the nerve-excited walls of my love nest. And with desperate strength, I would grab that cock and squeeze. Then Jim always yelled, "God! You're good. You are so good. You are a fucking witch. You're not real Tiger. You're just one big living, fucking pussy disguised as a regular-type female. And off we would go again.
Other times, by making luscious love to it with my mouth, I would bring that temporarily limp stick back to great hard-rod life. Because having his cock sucked was Jim's weakness. Or maybe I should say, a good blow job gave him his strength. Because all I had to do was touch that limp dick with my lips or tongue ... AND BACK TO LIFE IT LEAPED. That daddy stick got so hard, it felt like a big round soft rope throbbing wildly inside a lining of baby soft skin.
And just like Jim, the knowledge that my partner really enjoyed my attentions spurred me on. When Jim's penis awakened that fast, I got all excited again, too.
And then I proceeded to give him a blow joy he would never forget! I never did exactly the same thing twice. I just played it by ear. All phases of sex came naturally to me, because I really dig sex. So, sometimes I rolled my tongue slowly round and round that soft, soft crown of the cock. When I stuck my tongue in that little slit in the helmet, Jim would almost go to the moon. I did all sorts of things to that live cane.
Sometimes I didn't play around, but quickly took it deep into my mouth, as far as I could go. And I sucked away, all the while moving my head up and down, and giving double treatment by stroking off the root of the cock where my mouth didn't reach, with my hand.
Then sometimes I would move up closer to the tip and get a suction hold and then suck and pull ... and at the same time I would use my tongue on the underneath side. While I worked his cock with my mouth, now and then I gently cuddled and fondled Jim's balls with my hands. Then I would release his dick, and my mouth wide open, I dived for those balls. I carefully drew first one, then the other into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue quickly round and round.
Jim couldn't hold still for this at all. He wiggled and yelled and grabbed my head and pushed it down over his cock again.
All during the time I was loving Jim, he gave as good and as much right back to me. He would clutch my fuzzy right in his big athletic hands and punch into my slit with his fingers. And did those tentacles work. Jim had fingers like an octopus. Jimmy in fact, was a many fingered genius. Some fingers were inserted in my cunt, some around it, and at least one up mv ass.
Talk about a COME that makes you blind ... that kind can do it."
I taught Tom and Benny all the goodies Jim taught me. And then we thought of new tricks. Like fucking Benny by sitting on his cock, and leaning my body down toward him face while Tom get behind and fucked me in the rear. Sometimes I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. A double fuck is double pleasure ... that's for sure.
We eventually had all sorts of triple skits for the three of us. And I always came out the best in the game, because I got double. Like my sitting right on Tom's face. While he ate me up, Benny screwed me in the ass.
Getting it up the rear hurt bad at first. But Jim had taught me how to go about it gently until one becomes accustomed to it. WOW! THEN it's phenomenal! You can feel that cock clear through the thin wall, clear through to your cunt. And it's double heaven. IT'S COMING WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY COMING.
As great as our threesomes were, that sexy Jim could satisfy me just as well as Tom and Benny did together. And the pay was the same.
There was only one drawback to my life of 'money-fucking.' Time. I would have gladly kept up a steady pace with Jim and Tom and Benny for hours ... or days. That was my dream. To fuck forever. To have a week long orgy of screwing and sucking and pounding and eating and butt stuffing. But that would have to wait until I get out from under my mom's thumb, and have my own place.
Oh yes. I still knew enough to be careful and not give Mom any room for treachery. She never looked at another man to my knowledge. She seemed to get her kicks solely from yelling at me daily that I was an unworthy bitch who'd killed my daddy with my cunt. But I didn't hear her anymore. I simply fucked everything I didn't want to hear or see, right out of my mind. I didn't even have time for my make believe jungle anymore.
My castle eventually disappeared from my inner mind with my more realistic plans for a real true castle, where I could romp my life away to my hearts content.
So, for now I limited my time. I had to be at home by 10:15, because Mom thought I baby sat until 10:00. This meant that most of the time we only had three or four hours, including traveling time to our rendezvous at Shilers Creek. But at least this was far better than the quickies with Gil. He was my pet though. So as I learned new tricks, I gave, him all of the good screwing time I could in our limited chances. And Gil always paid faithfully, even if he got only a half-hour or so.
Norma was the first fly in my ointment. Or more actually, the first cocklebur in my steady flow of sweet come.
With me to fuck regularly Jim became smug and slipped up on his precautions. Spoiled with his cock soaking contentedly in my hot juicy pussy, he became too content with Norma's virginal ways. He stopped begging her for a piece of ass. This started her suspicious mind going.
Prude type Norma, with her tricky little feminine mind, got on the good side of Jim's mother. And she finally discovered, by clever questioning, that Jim did not work for an uncle at all.
Most females would have instantly confronted him, raging and ranting accusations. And then, after their spent fury, the normal bitch would have allowed herself to be lied to once again. And thus be consoled that no other female was in the picture after all.
But not stingy, tight cunted Norma. No. She was playing for keeps. That goddam zipper-snatched broad waited until the very next Tuesday night and followed us to the RENDEZVOUS. This hiding place was actually discovered by Tom and Benny.
You had to go down a private road where a very deaf widow lady lived, back into a secluded part of her peach orchard. Here there was just enough room to back up a car and park headed out, ready for take off.
This was where Norma caught us. She had followed us, then parked a great distance back down the road. She'd driven with her lights off the mile or so I suppose. At any rate she was upon us, flinging the back door of the camper open, just as I was moaning and squealing too loudly from the effects of Jim's efficient tongue between my legs, to be able to hear her approach.
"Ohhh!! No!" she cried, climbing right in and making herself at home. "How could you! Oh Jim.
You said you loved me and you are ... Oh God, what is wrong with you? You're just dirty animals. Both of you."
Norma couldn't actually see what we were doing. It was too dark. She could only see that JIM was humped over something. Which, when he leaped up in the air like he'd been shot in the ass with an elephant gun, was me left lying there ... NAKED AND PLENTY HARD UP! That damned cold bitch had interrupted the best eating Jimmy had ever performed on me.
I was all for going on with the job. After ll, she'd already caught us in the act. So it was too late to be sqeamish. But of course I didn't give a limp screw what Norma thought. And Jim did. And he leaped up like a guilty husband.
His ever-loving dong was hard as a rock; standing straight out with a beautiful upward tilt. And his silhouette showed just enough in the faint moonlight which was streaking through the open door, to give him the appearance of a dark statue of manlihood. And even in the dark, I could see Norma's head was turned in the direction of my big all day sucker ... namely Jim's protruding cock. y
"It isn't what you think Norma honey," Jim was babbling foolishly above her loud sobbing.
Yep. It was plain to see our fucking session wasn't going to COME to an end tonight. So I got up and started getting into my clothes. "Don't get your bowels in an uproar Norma," I told her. "It's your own damn fault. Jim's a human being you know. You chose to cunt starve him. I'll never see why, but it's you he cares about. Jim and me ... we just fuck for fucking pleasure."
"While we've got a little threesome going here, I'll give you some good advice," I told her, "If you don't want someone else rocking on that big dong, you'd better be nesting on it yourself."
All the while I was talking, Jim was a laughable sight. With one hand, he was trying to hide the still hard rod which I was casually discussing. Meanwhile, he was frantically attempting to get into his pants with the other hand. And the more I said, the more Norma cried and blubbered . , . the more ridiculous the excuses were he tried to make.
I got my skirt, blouse, panties and sandals on in short order. I wasn't going to stand there and be told off by my buttoned down cunt. "Everybody shut up," I said. "Let's knock this party off. Like I said Norma, Jim's yours. I'm not about to fight over a prick. To phrase an old cliche, there's as many dicks available as there are fish in the sea."
"You get out of here you bitch," Norma growled at me.
"Just a minute baby. You get Jim. But there is one issue at stake here, where I win. Jim is driving me home. Because I'm not riding with you Miss Zippered Cunt. And you can bet your frozen hole I'm not walking."
"Don't talk to Norma like that Tiger," Jim admonished.
"Oh go suck your own cock," I told him. "I'm the one who's had to bow down here. But I'm not going to kiss your goddamn girl friend's pussy. So tell her to get the hell back in her own car and back it out of our path so you can take me home. Then, for all I care, you can come back here and teach her to fuck."
Norma squealed, then pivoted and went scurrying down the camper steps like she had suddenly sprouted wings.
And that ended my beautiful Tuesday fucks with Jim. It took me a damned long time to replace Jim with anything that could equal him at all. That guy and I had screwed a tune together Mozart himself would have thought heavenly.
Jim and Norma made up. And of course after she'd got a look at that stiff dong and knew it was standing out there wet and well loved by a pussy other than her own, she lost no time in telling him she had been wrong, and that she would take care of his sexual desires herself.
I know this because the next day at school, after Norma had caught us with our pants down, she came to my locker and told me these exact words. (Jim had gone to her house after he let me off at my corner.)
"I hate you Tiger," she told me. She had a mad gleam in her eyes that looked as if she might shoot on through me like a lazer beam. "You are a rotten slut. But, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to tell anyone what I caught you doing last night."
"Don't throw me any crumbs Norma. I could care less what you 'tell.' I was doing what comes naturally with Jim. Fucking. And I'm not a bit sorry. The only reason you aren't running off at the mouth is because you don't want anyone knowing your precious boyfriend had his cock in someone else's nest other than your own."
"You low bitch," she said through clinched teeth. And she stamped haughtily away, with her face aimed straight at the ceiling.
"Curse you," I said loudly. How I hated high and mighty females. Very sweetly I called after her: "By the way Norma, every time you screw Jim, remember this. Tiger was the first to tell you he is great stuff. And if you need any pointers on pleasing him, be sure and come to me."
She turned and glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. But I felt much better. Norma had Him. I might have only a lonely empty well down there where his great cock and wiggling tongue had often filled me with goodies. But I knew she would never lay in his arms in contentment. There would always be my shadow between them.
For a couple of weeks, when Tuesday came around, I was as bitchy and touchy as a cat with his wincey little peter caught in a mousetrap. The first Tuesday I wouldn't go out for a screw with anyone else. Then the second Tuesday, I was home all alone in the den watching TV. I'd turned poor Daddy's photograph around backwards and was feeling bluer than hell when the phone rang.
It was Jim wanting to know if I would go out for a quick romp. "We had a good deal Tiger," he told me wistfully. "It was all fun and business and no malarky. And it was great! Until Norma blew it up. Hell Tiger, my peter's about to drop off with the weight of a perpetual hard-on. Cripes girl, you're good stuff. Strict business hell. That's not altogether true. We were great together and I miss it."
I felt my heart flutter at his words. Suddenly I knew I had missed Jim more than I cared to admit. And in admitting this much, I realized I was too involved. I had made the fucking game rules myself, and almost broken them all myself. No involvement. No favorites. No single fucks, but many, many cocks.
"No Jim. I can't," I said, with reluctance but determination. I can't do it. Norma might cause me trouble. And if she would, my old lady would put me away in a hole to rot. I'm working for a cause remember? The Tiger Cause. To get the hell away and be on my own. I liked to fuck you too Jim. I liked it so much, sometimes I think about making love to you to put myself to sleep. And this is precisely why I'm not going to see you again, Jim baby. You've got Norma ... go fuck her."
"It's not the same Tiger puss. I have been balling her. Ever since that night she caught us and changed her mind. But she's just not with it baby. Would you believe she lays there like a zombie and doesn't move a muscle. The only reaction I get out of her is, 'Ohhh, not too deep. Not too much. Not too fast.' Geez Tiger, she can't even come! You know what she says when I climax? 'Oh Jim dear, that is so filthy ... now you've gotten me all wet and sticky.' "
"Tough luck baby. Tough luck. She's yours. Maybe you should go back to playing the field. You know, follow up my motto ... safety in numbers and all that bit."
"Well, if you change your mind give me a ring Tiger puss," Jim said gently. I felt myself longing for Jim's efficient cock and tongue in waves of throbbing right in the center of my aching pussy. And I would have loved to run my hole right onto his cock and lock it up tight. But I knew I couldn't give in now. "No way," I said determinedly.
"You sound bitter Tiger," Jim said softly.
"Don't ever be bitter. That's the beauty in you. You don't lay a guy low with nagging, or tricky feminine games. You like to fuck, and you admit it. And you always give as good as you get."
"I'll do okay Jim. Are we still friends?" I asked.
"The best Tiger." Then I heard his phone click dead.
I went to bed and had me a good long sobbing cry. Then I played with myself. I fucked my clit to a frenzy, until I had two or three roaring, blinding comes so I could relax.
Right then I made up my mind to have an ample replacement for Him before the following Tuesday rolled around.