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After seeing what Vito’s goons had done to Carl, I was understandably shaken. But, rather than going home and really thinking about what had happened, I headed to one of my favorite haunts where they served cold beer to minors. It was dreary weather, cold (for New Orleans) and raining as usual.
I drank an ice-cold Dixie beer and ordered another. After I finished the second cold brew, the matronly waitress who knew me by name, offered me a third beer on the house. Being a naďve dummy, I accepted her offer rather than running the hell out of the joint. They didn’t give away free beer to punks for nothing. Finishing my freebee, I had a good beer buzz and walked out into the parking lot. Out of nowhere two goons grabbed me and shoved into the back of a Cadillac. Vito was there and sitting in his lap gyrating was a distraught-looking Terri stripped from the waist down. He pushed her off and I could see that he had had her sitting on his stiff cock.
“Clean me up, bitch,” he growled as he roughly shoved her head into his crotch. Terri’s head began bobbing in his lap while Vito grinned at me. It pissed me off that he was treating her like that, like a piece of shit. But what could I do? I knew better than to cross him. After a minute or so, he pushed her away and put his cock away.
“Good to see you again, Jimmy,” he said unctuously. “You owe me some money, boy, and I expect to be paid… one way or the other.”
“I don’t owe you, Vito,” I bravely said while my ass cheeks ate into the soft upholstery.
“Yes, you do, boy. I bought Carl out of the flying service and along with it, I bought your IOU’s to Carl. You don’t learn, do you punk? Well, you owe me now and I want my money.”
I did some quick mental math and came up with two hundred and eighty dollars that I owed to Carl. I didn’t have that kind of money, but when Vito told me that with interest, I owed him a whopping eight hundred dollars plus, I didn’t believe my ears. (A brand new ’65 Ford Mustang, the car of my dreams, was selling for less than $1,800.00 then, taxes and license included.) He then let me know in no uncertain terms that I was in some serious trouble, but that he liked me and had figured out a way I could help myself out of my jam.
“I’ve got a club called The Backroom and need some entertainers for tonight. The act came down with the flu or something and I need a replacement really fast. I thought of you two whores and the money you owed me.”
“Okay, so… what do I have to do?”
“All you have to do is fuck this slut. I’ve seen you fuck her many times before and you’ve seen me do her. Neither of you should have a problem fucking on stage.”
Vito grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted Terri’s face towards him. “You do want to help Jimmy, don’t you, darling? If not, he’s going to have his nuts cut off tonight. Be a shame to ruin a young stud like him.” Naturally, that statement alarmed me. I didn’t know if it was a bluff or not, but I sure as hell didn’t want to test him on it.
He pushed her away stating, “Yeah, you want to help Jimmy. We all want to help Jimmy out of his jam.” He then told the driver to get going. As we rode towards the dock areas in the Upper Ninth Ward, Vito explained to me that I could work off my debt. He would credit me and even credit Terri’s pay until I worked off the debt. Then if Terri wanted to collect from me, that was her problem, not his.
We pulled up to this nondescript warehouse and were ushered in. We went through several doors until we passed through this large smoke-filled room with a crowd of men milling about, drinking and nervously looking around. There was a pit in the room, surrounded by several tiers lined with chairs. The room was dark, but the pit was lit up. We passed through another door into a back area.
Once in the back area, Vito gave us the details. “Those fellows out there paid good money tonight to see a live fuck show. They’ve been patient, but they’re not very happy right now. They’re expecting to see a couple of jungle bunnies get it on, but like I said, they got sick. You two are going to make them very happy tonight, because none of them have ever before seen two white kids like you fuck... Don’t rush it, take your time and make it as nasty as you can. I want to see cock sucking, muff driving and lots of fucking in lots of different positions. You two are going to fuck for at least an hour and then until Jimmy can’t get it up again, so pace yourselves. You’ll need to be fucking for a long, long time.”
One of his “employees” handed us each a silk robe and instructed us to get dressed. Get dressed? Get naked was more like it. Terri and I both stripped while several of the menacing club employees watched. They were definitely more interested in Terri than in me.
Bert, the MC for the show, came by and gave us both final instructions. He told me not to just fuck her, but to take it slow and let the tension build. He also told me not to cum in her pussy or cum in her mouth, but to pull out and hose her down. He then instructed Terri to moan and groan a lot and be very enthusiastic no matter what happened.
Someone came back stage, said that everyone was ready, and Bert marched outside dressed in a business suit. I looked at Terri and whispered, “I’m sorry I got you into this.” With a sad look in her eyes, she squeezed my hand.
We could hear laughter coming from outside as Bert did his warm up spiel, no doubt telling dirty jokes. I had the butterflies so bad I wasn’t at all sure I could get it up, and if I couldn’t… Oh, dear god, help me! How did I get us into this? Suddenly some goon said, “Youse two is on, kids!” He opened the door leading outside. I was rudely shoved through the door, closely followed by Terri.
Walking out into the glaring lights, I was momentarily blinded and nearly stumbled when I stepped down through a narrow passage between chairs. The stage was set in a shallow pit, surrounded by three tiers of chairs. The stage area itself was very small, maybe 8 feet in diameter and covered with a mat.
Thinking back on it now, I guess the perimeter of the first row of chairs was about 25 feet, so there were probably twelve chairs in the first row. The second row had a perimeter of about 38 feet and had something like eighteen chairs, while the third row had a perimeter of about 50 feet and held maybe twenty-two or twenty-three chairs. The last row was half empty, but every seat in the front and second rows were taken, so there must have been something like forty paying customers for tonight’s show.
“Now, we have a special treat for you gentlemen tonight and I use the term gentlemen loosely,” Bert said with a flare and generating nervous chuckling. I took a quick glance around and saw the “gentlemen” were mostly middle-aged and most were dressed nicely and comfortably. But, what struck me the most were the four guys immediately in front of us no more than four feet away and their leering expressions devouring her as they mentally undressed Terri. “By special arrangement we have two high school kids here for your entertainment.” A murmur went through the crowd. “That’s right, high school! These two are also lovers, and they fuck just about every friggin’ day after school. First, let me introduce you to Jim.” Bert turned to me and asked, “How old are you, Jim?”
There was a pregnant pause as I gathered my wits enough to answer the question, “Seventeen.”
“I understand you have a big dick and that you know how to use it.” I struggled for a reply of some sort that didn’t sound completely stupid, but before I could form any words, Bert turned to Terri.
“And you my dear. Terri isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How old are Terri?”
“Uh, sixteen.” There was a collective gasp from the crowd and then it fell silent. I was actually eighteen and Terri was now seventeen, but we had been instructed to lie a little for effect.
“Sweet sixteen!” declared Bert. “I bet your parents don’t know where you are right now. Do they?”
“Uh, no sir,” she timidly replied to nervous chuckling.
“How long have you and Jim been lovers?”
“Two, three years.”
“Does he really have a big dick?”
She smiled slightly and nodded.
Bert turned to the audience and in a loud voice asked, “Now, how about it fellows? You want to see these two kids fucking?” The small crowd roared their approval.
When the demonstration died down, Bert stepped behind Terri. Reaching over her shoulders, he opened her robe at the top and slid the robe off her shoulders, giving the men a peek at her full youthful tits. Bert made her turn around to exhibit herself to catcalls. She was so sexy and so vulnerable looking! Then he lifted the helm of her robe to give them a peek at her bare ass. The din was deafening.
Bert gave a nod and I knew it was time for me to disrobe. My hands were trembling as I undid the belt. I had gotten used to posing at Carl’s, but this was something entirely different. Then I was naked, in front of bunch of strangers, and I was totally limp.
“Gentlemen,” said Bert with a flourish, “I present you with Young Lovers!” He turned to me and in a low voice said, “Okay, kid, time to fuck her.” Bert then mounted the steps to watch at the stage entrance.
I approached her from the rear, and gently stroked her arms and shoulders while nuzzling into her neck. Terri whispered to me, “It’s okay, Jimmy. Just forget about them and do me like you do me. Make love to me, baby.”
I looked up and tried to put them out of mind, but… then I saw that the crowd was slowly moving from left to right, or rather that we were moving. Facing another quadrant, I continued to nibble on her ears and gently sucked on the side of her neck while rubbing her arms and just brushing the sides of her tits. Looking over her shoulder I could see her nipples proudly outlined by the silk fabric. I glanced up at the fellows slowly passing in front of me; they were unconsciously licking their lips while their eyes fixated on her prominent breasts and nipples. The stage continued to rotate until we were facing Bert who gave me an approving nod. I guess I was doing okay.
My hands went to the belt of her robe. I took it slow, letting everyone see what I was up to before I let the robe fall open. Soft curses drifted to my ears as her pussy was briefly displayed to each man in turn. As we began another rotation, I pulled her robe back and rubbed her hips and thighs, and giving everyone a second and clearer view of her sex.
Finally I slipped the robe off shoulders, baring her magnificent tits. On the next revolution I discarded the robe on the floor. We were now both in all our glory and I mauled her ample tit flesh for the entertainment of the leering crowd. The mauling transitioned to nipple pulling, stretching them out one at time, until I thought I might be hurting her and then letting them snap back into place. The nipple play had its usual effect on her and she began grinding her ass into my cock. By that time I had gotten used to the crowd and had put them out of mind. Good thing too, because with the rotating stage, I was getting a little disoriented. With her grinding her naked buttocks into my bare crotch, my organ began to swell.
Round and round we went, with me sliding my cock up and down between her buttocks, feeling her up and slobbering all over her neck and ears. I let a hand drop to massage her between the legs. I guess I was doing a good job, because other than Terri’s moaning, you couldn't hear a pin drop in the place.
It was time to do something different, so I kissed down her back and laid kisses all over her buttocks while I rubbed her pussy from behind. That seemed to have only limited possibilities, so I kissed around her shapley hips and then ascended up her flat stomach until my mouth found a meaty nipple to suck. Out of the corner of my eye I saw big grins plastered across many of the nameless faces, others looked as if they were in pain.
After giving her a good nipple sucking, I stood completely upright to deliver several sloppy open-mouthed kisses while we embraced. Unsure as to how she felt being exhibited like this, I took the opportunity to whisper, “Are you okay?”
Her whispered response startled me. “Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me good.” Never did I expect her to be enjoying this and had suspected her moans and groans of pleasure were simply contrived. Now I wasn’t so sure. Could she actually be getting a kick out of this?
She began to lower herself to the matt, holding my hand and leading down with her.
“Eat her pussy!” came a shouted remark from the crowd.
“Yeah, eat her and then fuck her,” said another, immediately followed by numerous secondings of the motion.
Once she was down on her back, I took her under her knees and spread her apart. I made a big show of alternately kissing each inner thigh, working my face closer to its ultimate goal until I lowered my mouth to her sopping sex. Judging by the amount of genital secretions, she really was turned on by all this! Greedily I lapped at her cuntal valley, slurping up her juices and making as much noise as possible while doing it. She loved cunnilingus as much as I enjoyed performing it on her.
“Damn!” someone uttered.
“Eat her boy!” said another.
Rather than just mashing my entire face into her as I usually did, I had to keep in mind that I had to keep as much as possible visible to the audience. I moved off to the side, so that her cunt was totally exposed for viewing. I also did a lot of flickering and lashing with my tongue while peeling her pussy open to view. I was surprised how quickly my tongue tired having it extended to the maximum.
One of poses we had done for Carl came to mind and I lifted one leg high in the air and exposed her pussy, then I literally dove into her splayed open cunt. While diddling her extended clit, I pulled back and dove in again and again, nibbling at her cunt lips and pulling out those big inner pussy lips that were now obscenely engorged and letting them snap back in place. It still amazes me how just big those things got when Terri was excited and she was definitely excited by the lewd spectacle we were giving.
With one leg securely on the matt, she began humping her hips and grinding her ass into the floor while mauling her own tits. She was squirming and moaning so much that I thought she was acting, so when her pussy squirted copiously, I was as shocked as our audience was.
With all the approving hoots and cat calls we were receiving, I was feeling quite at ease. I stood and pushed her legs back towards her head, rotating her butt off the matt and exposing her blossoming pussy for all to see. Then sitting on her legs in a crouch, I plunged my middle two fingers into her defenseless cunt and furiously finger fucked her. She always got off big time when I did that, and tonight was no exception. Again when she came, her pussy squirted.
Next, I stood and pulled her up on her knees for a public blowjob. As always, she attacked my dick with gusto, repeatedly taking me all the way down into her throat. I’d pull out and the then slide my full eight inches into her mouth and down her throat.
Round and round the stage turned as Terri deep throated my cock. After four turns, her talented oral ministration was taking its toll. I considered pulling out before it was too late, but confident that I’d get it back up quickly, I just let it build. I always came in her mouth and she always savored a spermy mouthful. As I approached the point of no return, I remembered my instructions to make a show of my ejaculation. Just as the first wad erupted from my pulsating cock, I pulled out from her throat and blasted Terri square in the face. Pulling back with a fistful of her head, I rotated her head back, giving the guys as clear a view as possible, while I thoroughly spermed her face and tits. Having finished, I beat her face with my dick for a moment, then stepped around to her back while still maintaining a firm grip on her hair. Without being too rough, but like a triumphant gladiator, I displayed her to all, showing all my handy work and her cum soaked face and body.
“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” rang in my ears as we spun around. That’s when I noticed that a good number of these perverts had their cocks out and were stroking themselves. “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” they shouted while stomping their feet. Well, I couldn’t fuck her right at the moment due to the depleted state of my organ. I knew we couldn’t very well just spin around and around, and my mind raced as to what to do next. With a sex-improv act like this, I didn’t have the luxury of taking it slow. The leering mob demanded more and they demanded it now!
I pushed Terri forward and got her up on her hands and knees. Then I straddled her backward and pried her ass cheeks open to display her anus. With her pussy lips hanging out of her cunt, it must have been quite a lewd display. I needed some lube in the worst way, but I didn’t have anything other than her cunt juice. I ran my fingers up her cunt and wetted them thoroughly, then keeping her ass cheeks open, I toyed with her back hole. To my surprise, my finger slid into her rectum effortlessly. She had anticipated something like this might happen and she had greased herself up before we had gone on stage. The crude remarks let me know that the spectators were enjoying the finger fucking of her ass. Alternately I bent forward and kissed her anus, then fingered her some more. Round and round, one finger, slurp, two fingers, slurp, and finally three fingers I shoved up her readily yielding butthole.
With all the dirty ass play, my flagging prick wasn’t flagging so much anymore. Still, it wasn’t as hard as I needed. I slid backward and over her head to thrust my cock in her face. Immediately Terri’s tongue lashed out, making a big show of licking all over my dick. That pretty much did it. I was ready for the main event.
Again I pulled from my experience with Carl taking fuck photos of us. Maneuvering her down on the mat and on her side, I snuggled up behind her. Without prompting, she hiked her top leg to give an unobstructed view of her crotch with my hard prick poised to enter. The men didn’t have long to wait as I slowly slid inside her cunt. I fucked her at a leisurely pace, giving the leering hoard what they wanted see. After a few turns of the stage, I changed into a doggie position, squatting rather than kneeling as I fucked her. Next I rolled onto my back and Terri mounted me in a reverse cowboy. Leaning back to display her cock stuffed pussy, she pounded up and down on my cock, setting her generous jugs into motion.
That was all that some the men could take. Lying on the floor while Terri did her thing on my dick, I watched as several men, with their cocks out, took to the stage. Five, ten and twenty dollar bills began raining down upon us. The crowd grew larger, blocking out my view of anything but middle-aged men beating their meat. Soon thick gouts of ejaculate were flying through the air, splattering upon us both, coating her tits, her tummy, her face and neck, and my face too. As soon as one cock was depleted, another took its place to rain slimy cock juice down upon us.
I saw no reason to pull out and ejaculate on her, so I just came where I always came, in her pussy. Then almost as soon as it started, the crowd dispersed back to their seats. The stage had stopped rotating by then. Terri dismounted me and then lay on top to give me a biggest sperm laden kiss I’d ever experienced. Bert bounded back on the stage, now slick with pussy juices and semen, urging the crowd to “give these two kids a big hand.” Terri rolled off of me and stood, taking bows to her appreciative fans while playing with her cum wet tits. I too struggled to my feet, but I really couldn’t see anything very clearly as I had cum in my eyes. It stung like hell! Effectively blinded, I stood about dumbly until Terri took my hand and led me away to the backstage area.
We were led into a makeshift shower to rinse off the goo. I didn’t think I’d ever be clean again after that, but I suppose not counting my thoroughly corrupted soul, I was clean enough to dry off and get dressed. I thought that that would be that, but Vito’s crew had other ideas. They all wanted to fuck Terri and they all did until it was time for the next show. She didn't seem to mind being used in the least. Fortunately a black couple showed up, ready to perform like obscene circus animals. Finally, they allowed Terri to shower again and eventually get dressed.
I caught a glimpse of the two Negros rutting on stage. It was so primitive, so thoroughly immoral and debasing that I had a hard time believing that just a short while ago, Terri and I were doing the exact same thing for the entertainment of another room full of complete strangers.
Some thug came up to me and asked if we had a ride. I told him no, and that Vito had brought us there. He said, “Come with me,” and after passing through a maze way of doors and vacant warehouse space, we were once again outside in the cool damp air. He directed us to get in and then he returned us to where my car was parked. “You guys did real good tonight. Real good. Vito wants ya backstage and ready to go tomorrow night at ten P.M., so get there by nine. Don’t be late, and don’t even consider not showing up. Your asses belong to Vito until he says otherwise… Ya get my drift?” I understood perfectly and so did Terri.
We both had school the next morning and it was late, real late when I dropped her off at her home. I could only imagine the hell her mother would raise with her about being out so late on a school night. But what could she tell her? That she had just performed in a sex show at some underground mafia joint? As soon as I pulled up in front of my house, I knew I had nothing to worry about from my Dad. He wasn’t home; no doubt he was out partying with his pals or was with some girl.
*****
For eight long days, we performed in “The Backroom” until the couple that was out sick with the flu had returned to resume their steady job. What we did bothered me a lot at first, but by the third night I pretty much had accepted it. Dad gave me some shit about being out so late, but I just ignored him, knowing his ire would soon blow over.
On the other hand, Terri’s mother had it with her and showed her eldest daughter the door when she tried to enter the house. I hadn’t driven away yet, so I witnessed the whole thing, the face slapping, the yelling and tossing out of a hastily packed suitcase. She had been thrown out.
When I walked through the door, Dad started to chew my ass out. He stopped as soon as he saw Terri behind me. “You kids been out fucking all night?” my dad crassly asked.
“As a matter of fact, we have,” I answered without being too curt.
“Shouldn’t she be home by now?” Dad asked.
“We’ve got a problem on that one, Dad. Her mom kicked her out. Is it okay if she stays here?”
“And what, shack up with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Be my guest, Honey,” Dad quipped to Terri. “But remember, there are two men in this house.”
“Dad!”
“I’m just saying that just because she’s here sleeping with you, Jimmy, don’t think for a moment that I’m going to make any concessions on my part. It’s my house and I walk around naked sometimes. That doesn’t bother you, does it, Honey?”
“No,” replied Terri with a bashfulness that belied just what a total slut she was.
“Good, because I don’t want you getting all upset at the sight of my swinging dick.” I knew my dad could be very crude at times, but after a few drinks earlier tonight, he was in rare form.
She actually blushed as she whispered, “I won’t.” Maybe I should have come to her aid, but I found it rather funny and I had to struggle from laughing out loud.
“I’ve only got one rule,” Dad continued. “I’ll give you a few days to get adjusted, but after that, I want you nude when you’re here.”
Now I had to say something, “Dad… I don’t think…”
He cut me off, “That’s right, you don’t think, Jimmy, and she doesn’t think either. That’s the whole problem. Now live with my rules or find somewhere else to stay.” I had no illusions as to what Dad was thinking; it was to be a repeat of the situation with Camille, only in reverse. After a few days, she would be expected to sleep with the both of us. After all that I had been through with her, that was fine by me, but I still I had to wonder what Camille might think of all this.
Dad got me off to the side and told me, “You know I won’t force her to do that. It’s just a suggestion. Never force yourself on anyone, son. But, you can make all the suggestions you want. What she chooses will be her business.”
Then he said, “Look, you don’t love that girl, do you? You’re not going to marry her, are you? She’s just a girl, just like our little momma next door. She’s a girl. She’s as fine as they come and I’ll bet she’s willing. Now, we both know why God put girls like that on this earth.”
At that moment I regretted ever opening my mouth. Dad had warned me to keep private that which was private, but… We were in Biloxi visiting, sitting around Uncle Tee’s kitchen table, and the three brothers were drinking high balls and talking trash. Out of the blue, Dad starts talking about the girl I was seeing. How she was drop dead gorgeous and had a rack that Blaze Starr would envy. Of course he was talking about Terri.
“You fucked that girl yet, Jimmy?” he rather pointedly asked. I tried to deflect the question, but my two uncles piled on. Finally I conceded that we did have sex, often in fact. Of course the more I said, the more they prodded and pried. This was before we started posing for Carl, so of course I said nothing about that. Still, egged on by my dad and my uncles, I told them everything. At the time it was just brother/son talk and not meant for general consumption. But, now I regretted ever saying anything at all. Dad was right. I should have kept my mouth shut.
*****
When our eight nights performing at the “The Backdoor” were finished, Vito shoved a wad of cash into my hand; it was around five hundred dollars. “You paid your debt to me, Jimmy, and then some. Don’t let it ever be said that Vito Caffieno is not a fair man with his whores. Now, you and your girlfriend did a really good job, a really good job. I know you two are still going to school like good boys and girls, but I want you two for Friday and Saturday nights. That way I can give the other actors a day off or two.”
“Vito, please. Leave us alone.”
“I own your ass, punk and I own your girlfriend’s ass too. Don’t you ever forget it. Just think of all the money you’ll make! What a job! You get paid for fucking your girlfriend! What could be better?”
*****
It was no surprise to me to come home and find Terri, naked and giving my Dad a blowjob. What did surprise me was that Camille was there too. Dad was lying flat on his back while Terri sucked him on all fours. Camille was behind Terri, licking Terri’s cunt and her ass.
Neither girl hesitated nor stopped when Dad said, “Come join the party, Jimmy.”
It was a strange setup after that. Terri slept with me one night and she slept with Dad the next. Whenever Dennis was off working his ass off for her and his son, Camille would join the sleepover. Sometimes Dad didn’t show up after work and I had both women for a night of good fun and debauchery. Some nights when he was home and the conditions were right, I got to go to my room and whack off while Dad enjoyed a threesome, and sometimes we had something of a four-way where Dad and I switched pussies on and off for a few hours.
Terri never initiated sex with Camille, but when urged on by either myself or Dad, she got after it. She seemed to do it more for the show than for getting her kicks. That was confirmed by an entry from that period.
Eating pussy... it's okay, I guess, especially when it's my pussy being eaten.
Pops and Jimmy really like watching Camille and I having
sex. They enjoy it as much as Daddy enjoyed
seeing me and Pepper go down on each other. What I enjoy most is having them watch us. Pepper really likes eating pussy, but I think that's mainly because she's not having sex with a boy.
We tried it a few times after Daddy
died, but I wasn’t into it that much. We
both agreed, or at least I made the point that a hard cock screwing was better,
much better. Pepper lamented that she
really didn’t know as she hadn’t been with anyone other than Daddy.
Mom won’t
let her go out on a date either, so I guess she has to get herself off every
night. Maybe if Mama lets me come home, maybe I can help her
out. After all what are big sisters
for?
At night, she would sometimes disappear and maybe show up late or not show up at all until nearly dawn. Her absences were due to her job, the other job she did for Vito as a call girl. It was only once a week, sometime twice. Every afternoon when she came in from school, she’d call “Jenny”. Sometimes “Jenny” called her. When she had a job, she would drive to a house near the Quarter, get gussied up and meet some gentleman for the evening. These were business types, bankers and politicians. They took her to dinner and afterward, she’d take them to bed. Besides her stunning body and great looks, the fact that she was only seventeen guaranteed that she earned top dollar.
I didn’t tell Dad that she was hooking, but I think he knew. He never said anything about her sudden disappearances other than she wasn’t a prisoner and she was free to do what she wanted, just so long as she followed his single house rule. I knew all about the hooking, but at the time I never considered that she was leaving to be with her litte sister. Her journal entries were spotty about this, so maybe she was, and maybe she wasn't.
Dad didn’t say anything about my weekend job either. He just accepted that I had a job that required me to work late and that was all he needed to know. The weekend crowds at “The Backdoor” were larger than during the week. All three rows were filled for the sex shows and people stood behind the last row. There were several women there too on the weekends, decked out to the max and glittering with jewelry. This crowd was much better behaved than the weekday bunch. We still got hosed down at the end, but by just a few men, and not from every single dick in the joint. It was just as nasty, but not quite so nasty.
We always did the middle set, but Terri had to do the third set too, with another older woman. Terri, being voluptuous, was always the submissive dame, and the other woman, Vivian, played the part of the dominatrix butch.
A post was set up in the middle of the rotating stage. Bert would come out and warm up the crowd. Then two swarthy goons, dressed in high boots, black bikini bottoms and black hoods, dragged the struggling Terri out and chained her to the post. The goons departed and momentarily Vivian in a black leather dominatrix suit and high heeled boots strutted on stage. The stage began to turn and to the pleasure of the crowd, Terri would be stripped bare.
Just to illustrate how naďve I was, the whole concept of bondage was alien to me. Sure, I knew Terri liked for me to pin her hands over her head while I fucked her, but tying her up and doing whatever I wanted? It never occurred to me. As for inflicting pain during sex… Okay, she liked her nipples to be mauled, but I couldn’t conceive of doing anymore than that to her.
With what appeared to be a witch’s broom with no handle, Vivian whipped Terri. Terri said it really didn’t hurt, just stung a little, especially when her tits were being whipped. She’d twist and turn, this way and that way, until her entire body was glowing red.
The two goons reappeared and each taking an ankle spread her out, hanging by her arms from the post. After being whipped in the crotch (I don’t know how she stood that) and had her pussy thoroughly displayed with her inner lips hanging out, Vivian set about eating her out while the goons held her in place.
The goons lowered her, only to hike up her ankles while she hung vertically. Vivian then played with her tits and mauled her nipples something awful. With the preliminaries over, the goons released her from the post, which was quickly removed offstage. Now, with Terri groveling on the mat, Vivian brought out her main toy, a large strap on dildo. Race relations were quite touchy in 1965 and the symbolism of the black color of the dildo wasn’t lost on the all white crowd of thrill seekers. As for me, I had never seen or even heard of a dildo, much less a strap-on! The perversity of it blew my mind!
Vivian ravished her with that thing while the two goons held her down or held her spread eagle. Then as Vivian took her anally, the goons stripped off their bikini bottoms and made her give live blowjobs, while being plowed with the dildo in the rear. If there were any questions as to whether these were just dark-complexion white guys, that notion was dispelled when those dark cocks came into play. You could hear the shocked gasps as the white girl was orally ravished by two men of dubious race. The show ended with Terri on her knees, as the goons took turns sperming her face and tits.
Even for New Orleans it was over the top and that was Vito’s big mistake… a white girl, allegedly a teenaged white girl, sucking colored men’s cocks. Actually the guys were Italians, or so I was told, but nobody knew that. Word spread of the scandalous show and by and by the DA’s office caught wind of it. After about six weekends, the show was raided. Fortunately for us, it was raided on a weekday night and not the weekend.
Vito had the misfortune of being there, being orally serviced by one of his black performers when the cops broke into the backstage area. Everyone, staff and tourist alike, were arrested. It made a big splash on the news… “DA Cracks Down on Vice” screamed the headlines of the Times-Picayune. The next day the headlines were about the drugs and firearms the police had seized during the raid. A few days later, the headlines described that ballistics had a match with one of the guns that was linked to a murder. “The Backstage” was permanently shut down. It took awhile, but Vito was denied bail and eventually tried and sentenced to two years for sex trafficking plus ten years for drug trafficking. Terri and I were out from under his thumb.
After reading all about it, Dad told me that he had heard about the show and that he and Uncle Tee had planned to try and get in next weekend. He was really annoyed that he missed the boat. Thank you Lord, for big favors! Dad and Uncle Tee had to settle for screwing Terri all weekend as Camille’s husband was home that weekend. I really don’t think Uncle Tee minded missing the show at all.
*****
I had always thought that the Vivian show was all Vito’s idea until I read this passage in Terri’s Diary:
Wednesday, March 9, 1966
Pussy licking and being licked by Camille has given me a
great idea for the Backstage show. I
can’t wait to see Vito and tell him about it.
I’ll bet he’ll love it! I would
be the damsel in distress chained to a post.
I would be stripped and whipped with rushes like they used at The Club
by a woman dressed up in a S&M outfit.
She would abuse me and do me with a dildo. Heck, we could even get a couple of dungeon
guys for me to blow too! God, I’m so bad! Friday, March 11, 1966
Mother always said to be careful for what you ask for
because you just might get it. Well, I
got it alright! I saw Vito last night
and told him about my idea. He did like
it, so much so that he told me to strip, then he tied my hands together and
tied me to a hook on the wall. Then with
Carlos and Tito helping, he whipped my ass with his belt. God, did that hurt! Then he ran his hand through my pussy and
showed everyone how wet I was. Next thing I know, I was being fucked from
behind while my poor tits took a beating.
I came and I came. The guys all
did me several times and when they couldn’t get it up, they called in a couple
of other guys I’ve never seen before. Wow!
Cut out the belt and use the rushes… this is going to be fun!
*****
Understandably, we were both relived to have escaped from Vito without being deposited in some swamp as alligator food in Plaquemines Parish! Soon thereafter, there was a reconciliation of sorts between Terri and her mother and she moved back home just before school let out for the summer. Apparently Mrs. Bradford wasn’t doing too well and she needed Terri’s help. Of course Dad wasn’t happy to see her move out, but she came by every now and then and that kept him happy.
Then Camille dropped a bomb on us. She was pregnant! There was no telling who the father might be, her husband, Dad or even me. Dad and I certainly had fucked her often enough. Seems she had bad case of Catholic guilt over the diaphragm she was protecting herself with and stopped using it without telling us. Well, mums the word… Over the summer we watched as her belly grew with her second child. Just before she dropped it, Dennis upped and moved his family to the Lafayette area to be closer to his work and to their families. Never heard from them again and never knew the blissful outcome.
To be continued...
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