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That fall Terri and I began 9th grade. It was a good year, a very good year. I had girlfriend that was every boy’s wet dream come true. I was still very naive, but I was becoming jaded rather quickly.
I didn’t abuse Carl’s hospitality, but neither did I turn him down when he made it clear that he would be on trip for a few days and if I wanted, I could come over to swim and do whatever. He’d give a window of dates and I’d discuss it with Terri. It was easiest to sneak in during the day on Saturdays or Sundays, but we made it over for some quality time even during the week sometimes. Week nights were the most difficult, as those were also school nights, but if we disappeared for a while afterschool, nobody thought too much of it.
I really came to appreciate the finer qualities of oral sex, as Terri was quite enthusiastic and very good at it. Then again she was very enthusiastic about all sex. That girl certainly kept my balls drained, so much so that the only time I masturbated anymore was when I was stuck for a few days at my grandmother’s farm. There I very quickly reverted to a typical fifteen year old male, as I mentally relived my conquest of Cousin Linda up in hay loft or imagined that it was Terri's talented lips sliding up and down my dick, rather than my slippery fist.
I played football during ninth grade; practices and such really cut into my preferred recreational time. Nevertheless, we muddled along, joining our genitalia whenever we could. That changed big time just before Christmas when I had my sixteenth birthday. My dad had bought a new Buick earlier that fall and offered to sell me his old ’55 Chevy for twenty bucks. Of course I jumped at the deal, but then I had to wait several months before I could get my driver’s license and drive it. It was a great car, absolutely reliable. There wasn’t anything in the way of frills though, just a three-speed stick shift and an AM radio. It also had a heater, but it didn’t work worth a damn. The steering wheel must have been three feet in diameter, as there wasn’t anything remotely like power steering; you had to manhandle it to get it to turn and for that you needed the leverage provided by the large steering wheel. Four doors weren’t all that cool, but who gave a damn? I sure didn’t! I had a car, my own car! Of course I couldn’t drive it to school, that was strictly forbidden for Junior High School.
Once I had my steel chariot, I still had to convince Terri’s parents that I wouldn’t kill her if she took a ride with me. That took some doing. Whereas my dad just gave me the car with minimal instructions, Mr. Bradford made me prove that I was good safe driver. That took some doing, but after a few weeks, Terri and I were cruising Veterans Highway and hanging out at Hopper’s Drive-In. We also discovered a number of out of the way places along the levee. That spring I went from getting pussy maybe once or twice a week to getting laid almost every day. The backseat of that old Chevy saw some heavy loving! Of course we both had to contend with a ten o’clock curfew, but we took care of sex first and if we had time to do something else, we usually blew that off in favor of another fuck.
As I read Terri’s diaries of this period, it reminded me of just how often we fucked. She seemed to have recorded every fuck session. It also seemed that she was also being fucked almost every night by her dad. Mr. Bradford developed a taste for sloppy seconds and tasty cream pies provided by yours truly.
Thursday, February 27, 1964 I just love Jimmy’s car!
It’s old and everything, but we can get away and make love without
wasting a lot of time. The backseat is certainly
getting a workout. At this rate, it will
be worn out completely before school lets out!
We have this great spot near the lake next to the levee. There’s a grove of trees and you can just
drive in and nobody can see you. Today
we used the blanket that Jimmy keeps in the trunk, but just as we were about to
do it, it started to rain. Back to the
backseat! It may be a little cramped,
but I don’t wind up with weeds stuck to my butt and it is dry, even if I’m not! Tues., March 3, 1964 After school, Jimmy picked me up and just like yesterday,
Jimmy drove out to the lake and parked in the woods near the levee. We didn’t have much time, because just before Jimmy picked me up, Mama told me to
be home in an hour .
You can do a lot in an hour! But
I miss the cuddling and mutual fondling as there wasn’t time for anything more
than a quick screw, a BJ and then another, longer fuck.
Oh, well, I’m sure Daddy will want to play with my tits
tonight. Maybe more!! Monday, March 9, 1964 Mama has been feeling pretty good these past few days and
Daddy is getting a little desperate. So
at supper, Daddy said that he had another Lodge meeting tonight. I immediately announced that I had to get
together with Wendy again for a project.
We’re getting pretty good at this.
No one suspects what we’re really up to. Daddy asked me if I was getting bored with him. Bored?
Hardly! He’s much better at
lighting my stars than Jimmy, not that Jimmy doesn’t do a good job too, it’s
just that Daddy never lets up. When it's
“fuck time”, that’s what he does.
Between screws, he’s either eating me or I’m eating him or we’re eating
each other.
Friday, March 13, 1964 Friday the Thirteenth!
I never believed in that, but I do now! Jimmy found a new parking place and we tried it out. There was absolutely no one around and we
thought we were pretty safe. We
weren’t! There we are, really getting
after it and suddenly a light shines in the car! It was a JP deputy! God, I was so embarrassed as we were both
buck naked! Then it got worse. He made us get out of the car! He had us stand by the car, while he asked
questions. Yeah right, he kept his
flashlight on me the entire time. I
thought he was going to arrest us, and if he had, how could I explain to
Mama? I'm sure that Daddy would have thought it
hilarious, but Mama would have gone ballistic! The JP had us turn around and put our hands on the car. Then he frisked us! As if we could hide anything! He didn’t frisk Jimmy very much, but he sure
took his time feeling me up! Then he
handcuffed Jimmy and had him stand by his police car facing away from us while
he “questioned” me. The JP whispered to me, “Okay, honey. It’s all up to you. You want to go to
jail?” I shook my head. “I didn’t think so. So how about a quick blowjob and then you and
lover boy can be on your way.” That was a small price to pay so… The JP was watching Jimmy the entire time I sucked him. He wasn’t very big, not nearly as big as
Daddy or Jimmy, so it wasn’t difficult to do him. I guess Jimmy had turned to
look back and I heard him say, “Just keep facing away, boy!” Suddenly he hauled me to my feet and had me
lean up against Jimmy’s car. I was
raped! Raped by a cop! He held his hand
over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out and plowed into me from behind. Thank God he didn’t last very long! When he was done, he pulled me back and whispered, “Well,
you do know what you’re good for.” Then
he walked away, uncuffed Jimmy and told him to take me home. He waited and watched as we got dressed and
then followed us for awhile before turning off. I didn’t say anything to Jimmy and he didn’t ask, so I guess
he doesn’t know. We were both so shaken
that neither of us said a word all the way home. I won’t tell Daddy either, but I feel so
dirty! He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve at least asked. I’ve bathed and guess I’m clean. I just hope Daddy doesn’t come to “get a
little” tonight, but I suppose he will. I just hope he can't tell.
Boy, do I remember that! I was scared to death. Facing the police car, I tried to listen to what was happening behind me, but jets kept flying overhead as they were taking off from Moisant. It’s funny, you don’t notice certain noises until they interfere with trying to hear something going on behind you. I heard sirens, the deep rumble of semi-trucks and heard the distant roar of jet engines as they braked on landing, but I couldn’t hear a thing behind me. She never said anything and when I tried to make light of it several days later, Terri got upset and said there was nothing funny about it. I didn’t know at the time that the JP had taken advantage of her, I just thought that she was embarrassed by the whole thing. We never used that parking place again.
Thursday, April 15, 1964
Pepper has been asking me a lot about sex lately. She wanted to know if it was okay if a boy
felt her up! I told her what Daddy had
told me about trusting boys and repeated the mantra “No PDA!” She asked me if I’d ever been completely
naked with Jimmy. I didn’t answer her
right away and she guessed the truth.
“Do you go all the way with him?” And then she asked, “How many times have
you done it?” That, I told her, was none
of her business. “A lot?” she asked with
that mischievous smile of her. I told
her the truth. She really got all
excited and then she wanted to know all about how it felt. I told her as best I could.
Of course I didn’t say anything about Daddy. She also promised not to ever say a word to
Joan about any of what I told her. She
knows what a blabbermouth Joan is, so I’m not worried. Still, I may have told her too much. Tomorrow is Friday and after all I told Pepper, I’m really
looking forward to going out with Jimmy. Maybe we’ll go to the drive-in. Maybe we’ll actually see a movie… I hope
not!
*****
That summer, between 9th and 10th grades, things got even easier for Terri and me. First of all my sister, Diane, had graduated from high school and was preparing to go off to college in the fall. As such she needed to make some money, and she got a job as a sales clerk at D.H. Holmes (department store) at Lakeside Shopping Center. After wrecking my mother’s Falcon two years before, she was too traumatized to drive. She certainly couldn’t drive my 55’ Chevy with the three speed manual shift, Dad wouldn’t let her anywhere near his new Buick and Mom was loathe to give her another crack at her car. So I was appointed chauffeur for my sister and took her to work and picked her up every day, so she didn’t have to take the bus. That was a minor pain in the butt, but I didn’t get too bothered by it, as her boyfriend usually relieved me of picking her up in the afternoon or evening.
This gave me free reign with an empty house for several hours on the days Mom and Dad were at work. There was still the problem with my snoopy next door neighbor, but midway through July, the old woman had a stroke. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t wish that on her, but it sure made things easier for me. Her family moved her into a nursing home and we never saw her again. As no one else on our street paid much attention, Terri and I quickly adopted my bedroom for our trysts.
I was so self absorbed in my own doings that I completely missed another change. In addition to Tuesday and Thursday nights, Mom began "working" Wednesday evenings as well.
I started high school that fall and even though I went to public school, the public schools were segregated by sex. This was in reaction to forced integration of the Jefferson Parish schools. It just wouldn’t do for black boys to mix with white girls… that wouldn’t do at all. All the Catholic schools, and most kids went to Catholic schools in the New Orleans area, were segregated by sex, but that was for academic purposes and keeping horny teenagers focused on what they should be focused on. Me, I was focused on sex and football and in that order.
No longer did Terri and I see each other at school. She was cloistered at the new girls high school and I was at the well-worn boys high school. We lived in a good middle class neighborhood and everyone who went to my junior high school were from middle class families. Not so in high school! There were two broad categories, the frats and the greasers. The greasers were generally from blue collar families, whereas the frats were from “professional” families. Not all greasers were hoods, but all hoods were greasers, or so it seemed.
My first day in high school, some hood knifed a geeky kid just for the hell of it. That got my attention. Of course the hood was expelled and presumably did some jail time, but the geeky kid never showed up again either.
I tried out for football and made the varsity squad because of my age. I was older and bigger than most sophomores and was solidly built. Having the qualities of being big and tall, plus possessing good speed and quick hands, I was the third string right end. Before the season was over, I was the starter in that position, the position I played all three years during high school.
With Diane away at college, and Mom and Dad never being home in the afternoon or early evening, I had it pretty good. After practice was over, I’d go see Terri at her house and maybe her parents would let us go off for an hour or two. Even when my main mode of personal transport was a bicycle, I only lived five minutes from her, so once we were out of her house, we’d make a beeline to my house. We thought we were being pretty cleaver until the afternoon that Terri’s mother showed up at my front door. Busted! We were lucky that we weren’t getting it on in my bed. As it was, she interrupted a quickie blowjob and all I had to do was put it away and zip up. Still there was hell to pay. Terri was grounded for life and I was temporarily banished from setting foot in her house.
Things blew over very quickly as Mr. Bradford intercede on our behalf with his wife. We weren’t caught doing anything; we had just stopped by my house to pick something up. Terri’s mom didn’t buy it. I was surprised that Mr. Bradford bought into the story. I just thought he was cool. Little did I know of what he actually knew.
Thursday, September 29, 1964
God! Mom caught me at
Jimmy’s house today! Thank goodness
Jimmy didn’t have me totally naked like he usually does. We had to take something over to Jack
Kendal’s and we didn’t have much time.
Jimmy just whipped out his dick and told me to get to it. I barely had him hard before Mom was pounding
down the door! I’m grounded for a month
and Mama has forbidden me to see Jimmy anymore.
I talked to Daddy about it and he told me not to worry, that he’d take care
of it for me. Then he whipped out his
dick and had me suck him off until he came.
My God, Mom was just in the next
room, as was Pepper and Joan! Then he zipped up, went out and told Mom that he had
a stern talk with me. If she only
knew! I hate to think of that.
It was a week before I could see Terri again. Mr. Bradford was his congenial self, but Mrs. Bradford glared at me. She saw right through me. For the next week or so, it was strictly visitation in their home and nothing more. I began beating off again. Our time in purgatory ended after two weeks. We were given permission to go to Hoppers down on Veterans Highway. Instead we made a beeline to Carl’s and got after it.
Wed., October 14, 1964
Poor Jimmy. He’s been
abusing himself all these past two weeks while I still get mine late at
night. If he only knew! I told Daddy that it wasn’t fair to Jimmy and
he said, “Okay. If you want some time
with him tonight, I’ll arrange it.”
Jimmy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Daddy announced that
we had learned our lesson and that it would be okay if we went to Hoppers
tonight for an hour or so. Mom wasn’t
too happy, but what Daddy said was the law. I was expecting that we’d just go out to the levee, but as
soon as we were in the car, Jimmy told me that Carl was out of town. An hour isn’t a whole lot of time, but then
again, it was all the time we needed. It
felt so good to have Jimmy’s dick sliding up inside me. I felt him ejaculate, but he didn’t stop, he
just kept fucking me and fucking me. Out
of the hour we were gone, I’d say we spent 45 minutes screwing. It was so good. As soon as I got home, Daddy took me into my bedroom for a
“private talk.” Daddy’s so good with his
tongue, I nearly screamed.
A few weeks after Terri and I were allowed to see each other again, new neighbors moved into the house next door. They were a young couple. The woman, Camille Broussard, was in her early twenties, petite and was pregnant. Her husband, Dennis Broussard, was a big fucker. They were a Mutt and Jeff couple. Naturally we met them and welcomed them into the neighborhood. Afterwards, Dad took me aside and pointing out the large differences in size, speculated on how they fucked. Did he ever climb on top, and if he did, how did she survive?
That fall, Mr. Bradford bought Terri a Corvair Monza convertible for her sixteenth birthday. It was almost new, with only a few thousand miles on it. Compared to my old Chevy, it was brand new. With the bucket seats and small backseat, it wasn’t a very good make-out car, but it was fun with the top down. The trunk in the front was kind-of-odd, but VW’s had the trunk in the front too. This was before Ralph Nader killed the entire Corvair line. It was yellow with a black interior and it was a cool car, very cool. I can still see her, tearing around town with the top down and her long blonde hair blowing in the wind.
I should point out that we did do things other than just screw. Some of the high school fraternities sponsored dances every few months or so. These were live-band blow outs. BYOL was the norm and these affairs featured class acts such as the then young, Erma Thomas. The dances were a hell of a lot of fun and Terri enjoyed them as much as I did. Underaged drinking? So what?
*****
Tuesday, December 1, 1964 I’m so glad stupid football season is over. Everyone thinks it so cool that my boyfriend
is a starter on the football team, but let me tell you, I wish he wasn’t. We’ve missed out on so much! I really enjoy
Jimmy coming over to Riverdale and picking me up after school. Gives me an opportunity to show him how much
I appreciate him. The other day, I think
it was the Monday before last, he picked me up for the first time. I had a plan and I executed it. It was raining and the windows were fogged up,
so that made it all the easier. I sucked
him while he drove! He lasted almost to
my house! Now, everyday, I give him a
blowjob on the way home from school, just to show him how much I’ve missed
him. Sometimes we wind up by the levee
and screw. I think this is much, much better than him going to practice every
day after school. Maybe he won’t play
next year.
*****
It was late spring during one of our Saturday afternoon dates. We were having a good time, courtesy of Carl’s hospitality when he showed up unexpectedly. For some reason his trip was canceled. Whatever, neither of us heard him come in. We were in the middle of the living room, on the floor with me pumping into Terri’s receptive cunt in the missionary. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… I heard it, but my lust addled brain didn’t register what it was. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… I put Terri on her side with one leg over my shoulder for a side screw. Her moans of pleasure were accented by a strange sound, a sound that I continued to ignore. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… After five minutes of fucking her in that position, I rolled her on her stomach to take her from the rear. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… After a few minutes, I rolled us both over with Terri lying on top, face up. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… Her startled scream shook me rudely from the lethargic plane I was riding upon.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” apologized Carl lamely. “I thought you knew that I was here.” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Don’t stop on account of me! You two are beautiful! Beautiful!” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… We were both so stunned that we lay there motionless. With her legs splayed open, Carl had a clear shot of my cock up her cunt. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… He moved about the room, still in his pilot’s uniform, taking photo after photo of us from different angles.
Finally Terri had recovered from her shock enough to dismount me and attempt to cover herself with her hands.
“Put your hands down, baby,” said Carl.
“NO!” exclaimed Terri. “Stop! Please stop, will you?”
The steady rhythm of click, whirr, click, whirr… stopped.
“You have beautiful tits, Baby. You know that?” Carl quipped. “Playboy quality tits. Of course you’re a little too young for a centerfold, but damn… you’ve got one hell of a body! Love your pussy hair too. So light, it's like there's hardly any at all! Sexy, sexy, sexy!”
Carl turned to me, “You’re one lucky bastard, Jimmy! Damn! She’s gorgeous! Sexy as hell!”
“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask.
“Equipment problems. Had to scrap the flight. Glad I did too!”
He turned to Terri, “You know, I’ve wanted to photograph you in the nude ever since you came over here all grimy from cutting grass. Damn, you do have some fantastic tits! Now put your hands down... That’s a girl.” He lifted his power drive Nikkon and click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr…
Terri covered up again as best she could protesting, “Stop it! Stop it!” Carl lowered the camera. Terri got up and headed towards the patio where all our clothes were. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr…
“What a nice ass too!” he exclaimed as she broke into a run. I must admit seeing her scurrying out the patio door like that was funny.“Jesus, Carl! Put the damned camera down, will ya?”
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” he pleaded without conviction. “Damn, but she’s a sexy piece of ass,” he remarked as we watched her slip on her panties. “Bet she fucks you ‘til you’ve gone blind!”
“As a matter of fact, she does,” I replied.
“Have you two been going at it since I left?”
“Matter of fact, we have.”
“Holy smokes! You two ought to make pornographic movies.”
“She’s too shy,” I replied.
“The hell she is! I bet I can get her to loosen up.”
“Hey, she’s my girl friend!”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant lowering her inhibitions.”
“She doesn’t have any inhibitions,” I answered.
“Then she’ll make a fuck movie?”
“No!” I replied indignantly. “What do think she is?”
“A sex pot, that’s what. A sex pot who loves to fuck.”
“She’s that alright, but I don’t think…”
“Just let me handle it, Jimmy. Maybe not today, but in a few months… days?”
Dressed, Terri came back inside. She didn’t look at all happy. “I want that camera!” she demanded.
“I don’t think so,” replied Carl. “You have any idea how much this camera cost?”
“I don’t care! I want those pictures, Carl!”
“I’ll give you the pictures... after I have developed and printed them.”
“No! Now! I want them now!”
“No way, Sweetheart!. Not until we see what we got… Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to show them to anyone.”
“Liar!”
“Now, now Terri, just calm down. I’m something of a professional, you know.”
“How’s that?” she demanded.
“Let me show you.” Carl went over to the coffee table and picked up a copy of Popular Photography. He thumbed through it, quickly finding the page he wanted. I had seen the photograph before, but still my eye was drawn to the beauty of the female breasts, glistening with oil in the side lighting, nipples erect and inviting. It was a black and white photograph and under it was the citation for Glamour Photo of the Month and named the photographer, Carl Rowen of Metairie, Louisiana.
“You did this?” Terri asked still not sure if she was being bamboozled.
“Yes! That’s my name and that’s my photograph. I will tell you right now, you have spectacular breasts, much better breasts than this model has.”
“Jimmy told me you have a dark room, but I’ve never seen it.”
“I keep it locked. I don’t let anyone in there alone without me.”
“Can I see it?” she gushed.
“Sure. Come on.” Carl led us down the hall to a door that had a dead bolt on it. Carl opened the door and turned on the light. A red glow filled the room. I knew what was in there, but for Terri it was a revelation.
Carl explained what all the various trays were for and what the enlarger was. He quickly went over the basic process of developing the film, enlarging the picture and the development process of a photograph. To demonstrate, he selected a negative he already had, placed it in the film carrier and brought the reverse image into focus. The subject was a nude woman, lying on a bed with the rumpled sheets strategically covering her sex. He then filled the various trays with the developer and other chemicals. Going to a light-proof paper safe, he carefully extracted a single sheet of Tri-X paper and placed it in the mask of the enlarger. He set a timer and exposed the paper. Then came the magic. Placing the paper in the first tray of chemicals, we watched as the image of the nude model slowly appeared. Once he had pushed the developer as far as he wished, Carl moved the photograph to the stop bath and then to the fixer. Finally he placed it in a sink where fresh water bathed and removed the excess chemicals.
Certain that his paper safe was closed, he flicked on a white light and gave Terri the newly created and still wet photograph to examine.
“That’s so cool!” she exclaimed. “She’s beautiful.”
“Not half as beautiful as you are,” he smoothly replied.
“Who is she?” she asked.
“Huh, uh!” grunted Carl. “I can’t reveal that just yet. Let’s just say she’s a model I’ve been working with lately. I am putting together a portfolio of her and will be sending it to Playboy magazine for their consideration. With a little luck, they will buy the portfolio and offer her a contract to pose as Playmate of the month.”
“You do work for Playboy?”
“I’m a semi-professional free lance photographer. I specialize in photographing beautiful women. And you, my dear, are stunningly beautiful.”
“Wow!”
“Now would you like to see what I captured of you and Jimmy?”
“Yes!” Terri gushed with enthusiasm.
Carl rewound the film in his camera and removed the 35 mm film canister. Terri looked at me and scolded, “Jimmy, where are your pants?”
I shrugged as I didn’t feel the least uncomfortable standing around in my birthday suit when everyone else was reasonably dressed. Besides, why get dressed? I had some unfinished business with her and was reasonably certain that Carl would afford us the privacy we needed to continue our tryst.
Carl pulled down a canister about the size of a small coffee can, and placed it next to the film canister on the workbench. He reached forward and flicked off the light, plunging the room into total darkness. Terri gasped at the sudden totality of the darkness. “Don’t move around in here until I say you can,” stated Carl. “You’re liable to get hurt or break something. This will only take me a minute.”
Terri was standing right next to me when the lights went out. I found her hand in the darkness and placed it on my cock, still damp from our recent fuck. Terri giggled and began squeezing and releasing me, the hand action having an immediate effect on my flaccid cock.
The minute passed quickly and soon Carl flicked on the lights once again. Turning he was greeted by the sight of my rigid cock as Terri let me slip through her fingers. Carl regarded her as she blushed at being caught. Boldly he reached out and cupped a braless breast. “You have terrific tits,” he said. He gave Terri a couple of gentle squeezes and said, “This will take several minutes and there’s not much to see. We won’t be able to work with the negatives for at least thirty minutes. Why don’t you two go outside and take care of Jimmy’s problem? I’ll join you when I can.”
All of his bullshit was fine up to this point, but now I saw it for what it was… he was making a play for my girl! I resisted the sudden urge to flatten him on the spot. I grabbed Terri and hauled her out.
“Hey! You’re hurting me!” she protested.
“Sorry Terri, I didn’t mean to… Fuck! Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Wait a minute! I want to see the pictures! Hey, Jimmy!” she called out after me. Stepping out onto the patio where I was getting dressed she asked, “What’s the matter?”
“He wants to fuck you! That’s what’s the matter!”
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean ‘is that all’? You’re my girlfriend. My steady! You belong to me!”
“I adore you Jimmy, but I don’t belong to you!”
“You know what I mean!”
“I think you’re jealous,” she taunted.
“Damned right I’m jealous! Look, let’s go somewhere and talk.”
“Talk? You want to talk? That’s a first!” she laughed.
“Yeah, talk. Come on, get your things!”
We piled into my trusty Chevy and headed to a favorite fucking spot along the Pontchartrain levee. This spot was on the landside, set back in a copse of trees; very private so long as no one else had the same idea.
For once we did talk instead of acting immediately on our hormones. I told her how angry I felt when Carl took her tit in his hand and expressed my heartfelt feeling that his intentions were less than honorable. She cracked up in a fit of giggling. “What?” I asked.
“You are so precious! Of course he wants to fuck me. He’s a man and I’m a woman.”
“I thought he was my friend.”
“He is your friend, silly. Look, he won’t fuck me because I won’t let him.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I can control myself even if you can’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I want to see the pictures he took.”
“They’re obscene,” I pointed out glumly.
“Obscene? What’s obscene about us making love? You think we’re obscene?”
“No, it’s just…”
“I bet they’re beautiful pictures. Like the ones he showed us.”
“You can’t print pictures like he took of us. It’s against the law.”
“Phooey! I just want to see them. I want to see if I’m as beautiful as he says I am.”
“You’re gorgeous, Terri. Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then maybe I will model for him.”
“I think you’re too young,” I countered.
“Too young… for what? Too young to suck your nice thick cock? Too young to let you fuck me with that beautiful dick of yours? Too young to let you fuck me in the ass?”
As prim and proper as she pretended to be with everyone but me, it was always surprising to hear her say ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ and other vernacular descriptions that a young lady should not use in polite company.
“I’m old enough to make my own decisions,” she declared. “And you know what I’ve decided? I want to feel you inside me, Jimmy. I want you to fill me up with your big dick inside me. Can you do that for me, Jimmy? Will you fuck me, baby?”
Do fish swim in the ocean?
*****
After dropping her off at home so she could get ready for our date that night, I thought about what had happened that day. Carl wanted her, that I was certain of, and why wouldn’t he? She had all the curves in all the right places and she was gorgeous. He’d said many times what at stacked piece of ass she was and how I was lucky to be fucking a girl like that. Oh, yeah, Carl, as old as he was, coveted my sixteen year-old girlfriend. The thought of him making a move on her brought my blood to a boil again.
But, would she let him? A lot of other guys hit up on her all the time at school and after school, guys like Nick Melancon. Nick lived just a half a block from Terri and on the same street. He was an older guy, in high school and he was always talking to her after school, and asking her out. She always told him no. She always told everyone no, everyone but me.
After convincing myself that Terri would forever be steadfastly loyal to me, the phone rang. It was Carl. “Jimmy, can you talk right now?”
“Not really,” I replied eyeing my sister at the kitchen table, reading a magazine and pretending not to be ease dropping.
“Well, just listen. I guess you’re pissed off. Look, I didn’t mean to piss you off. She’s your girl. I shouldn’t have touched her, but… damn, she’s sexy. I’ve told you that before. Sexiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’d make a great model.
“The proofs came out terrific!” he continued. “You wouldn’t believe how good they are… You just don’t see photos like these everyday… real beat off stuff. You want to see them? I think both you and Terri will get a kick out of them.”
“Maybe,” I replied cryptically.
“Why don’t you guys come over later on, but not too late, I’ve got a photo shoot lined up with my model from Popular Photography.”
“What time?”
“Come over before dark.”
“Maybe… I’ll have to think about it.”
“Jimmy, I’ve apologized all I’m going to. This will be strictly professional. I want to show you how photogenic she is. You don’t want to see them, fine. I’ll just tuck them away in my private collection.”
I’d seen his “private” collection and was absolutely certain that others would be seeing it too. Christ, we’d be featured in some sleazy underground porno rag. He hadn’t shown Terri that work of his, but I’d seen it. I also knew his line about Playboy was total bullshit. He’d had pictures published, in magazines like “Penetration” and “Jugs” and “Snatch Feast”, lewd explicit pictures that no “respectable” magazine in those days would ever touch. Still, I wasn't ready to end my friendship with him and I wanted to stay on Carl’s good side. He wasn’t blackmailing me, per se, but I wasn’t so naïve to think that those photos would remain private without paying some price. My only option at the moment was to appeal to our friendship to ensure that those photos stayed private.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to Terri and see if she wants to get together.”
“Good! I think she’ll like them. Well, later… Hey! If you can’t come this evening, let me know, so I won’t be sitting around waiting for you.”
“I’ll call if we can’t make it.”
I hung up the phone and Diane asks, “Who was that?”
“Just a friend who wants to hook up with Terri and me tonight.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied disinterestedly before returning to her magazine.
When I picked Terri up, it was around seven thirty and still daylight. “Where are we going?” she asked as she slid into the front passenger seat. “To the Do Drive-In?”
“If you want to, we can.”
“I’ve got to be home by ten.”
“I know. Look, I talked to Carl. He wanted to know if we wanted to see the proofs of the pictures he took.”
“I thought you were angry with Carl.”
“I was, but I know that you want to see the photos.”
“Yeah! Let’s go!”
Within five minutes we were at Carl’s front door. He answered and told us to take a seat. Tapping his finger on a folder sitting on the coffee table, he said, “These are good. Really good.” Opening the folder, he spread the 8 X 10 glossy photos on the table. There were about six of them. All were obscene. I wasn’t surprised about the content, but I was shocked that he’d display anything so patiently lewd right out of the box. All showed my cock stuffed in her cunt. For the most part you really couldn’t tell who the subjects were, but one in particular was a clear shot of her face… there was no mistaking who she was.
While Terri thumbed through the pornographic photos, Carl went on to explain that there were more, but he felt that these were the best of the lot. Terri picked up each one and studied it for a moment before putting it down. Suddenly she stood up and with a trembling voice said, “We've got to go! C’mon, Jimmy!” and she dashed to the door.
“This wasn’t a good idea, Carl,” I managed as I stood. “Not good at all.” Carl for his part didn’t say a word to either of as we left the house.
By the time I got outside, Terri was already in the car. ‘Now what are you going to do?’ I asked myself. ‘God, I hate a crying girl! But who could blame her?’ I took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the impossible situation I found myself in and bravely headed to comfort my girl friend without a clue as how to begin to repair the damage.
As soon as I got behind the steering wheel she said in a husky voice, “I’m so wet, Jimmy! God, I’m leaking all over the place. Let’s go to our spot by the levee. Hurry, baby. I need you real bad!”
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m so hot to fuck I don’t know if I can wait! C’mon, before I attack you right here!”
Needless to say I had it all wrong. She was now very excited about posing in the nude for Carl. On our way to our favorite fuck spot, she pulled off her panties and showed me how wet they were. Then her hand went between her legs… she had never masturbated in front of me before.
As soon as the car came to stop in our little concealed area, she hopped out of the car, hiked up her dress and braced herself against the hood of the car. I slammed into her on the first thrust, knocked her onto the hood and savagely fucked her. For not having a fresh load of cum in her, her pussy was wetter and hotter than I ever remembered it to be. She was hollering “Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck my pussy, baby! Fuck me hard! Yes, hard!” I was quickly past caring whether anyone heard her babbling encouragement, lost in the delicious feel of her vagina contacting around my punishing cock. “Uhn! Uhn! Uhnnnn!” she grunted as her pussy contracted violently. Moments later I was joining her in a great cum, spewing my seed deep into her ever receptive cunt hole.
A good hard fuck was just what she needed, even though a single fuck was far from adequate. I must not have lost my erection after I came in her cunt, as we did it next right in the dirt and grass with my jeans still down around my knees. That second screw was done in a much more leisurely pace, with pauses ever so often to strip off some article of clothing until we were both completely naked and doing what we did best.
It was pitch dark by the time we decoupled for the evening, both exhausted and covered with dirt from head to toe. That, of course, presented a problem. Then I remembered that I still had Carl’s key.
Having brushed off as much dirt as possible we dressed and drove the short distance back to Carl’s. Pulling up to his house, I saw that several lights were on. “I think he’s still home,” I commented.
“Is that a problem?” Terri asked.
“I don’t know. He told me that he had a photo shoot scheduled for tonight, with that girl in the photography magazine. I guess he didn’t go. Come on, it’s getting late.”
I wasn’t sure if he was home or not, so I rang the doorbell. We waited a minute and rang it again. When there was still no answer, I pull out the key.
“Yeah, can I help you?” crackled the intercom.
“It’s Jimmy and Terri.”
“I’m busy right now, Jimmy. You’ll have to come back later.”
“We need to take a shower.”
“A shower? Shit, what have you two been up to? Don’t tell me, I think I know. Give me a minute will you?”
It seemed like forever waiting for him to open the door, but eventually we gained admittance. I was expecting to see his model there, but instead there were two men, older men in their forties. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal, except the way everyone acted when we walked in. Then I noticed the tripod-mounted reflectors, slaved electronic flashes, and other lighting equipment surrounding a futon on the floor. Holy shit! Carl did have a photo shoot that night, but not with the model he said.
I ushered Terri into the back and into the main bathroom. It really was getting late and we needed to hurry, so there was precious little time to play in the shower with her, besides we couldn’t get her hair wet. Terri was disappointed that we didn’t fool around very much, but she also knew that we needed to hustle to make our 10 PM curfew. I also expected Carl to come into the bathroom with his camera, but he didn’t.
On our way out, I noticed that the lighting equipment and futon were now gone and that Carl was outside with his two “guests”. I stuck my head out the door and thanked him for the favor. “Not a problem, Jim,” he replied. Liar!
I told Terri what I suspected on the way home. She took it in stride commenting, “Guys do that sort of thing?”
“Yeah, queers do.”
“I don’t like that term,” she said emphatically. The term “gay” was nowhere in the lexicon at that time and I knew she wouldn’t approve of “fairies” either.
“Okay, homos,” I rejoined.
“Homosexuals,” she corrected. “Do you think Carl’s like that?”
“Shit, I never thought about that. Never tried anything with me.”
“He felt me up,” she replied. “Remember?”
“Yeah,” I grumbled fighting the anger that was suddenly bubbling within.
Friday, April 16, 1965
… of course I told Daddy all about what happened today at
Carl’s. He didn’t say a word until I
finished telling him everything.
Daddy said that if I wanted to pose in the nude, then that
was my choice, but that I had to be prepared to face the ramifications if those
photographs ever got into the wrong hands. He also told me that I had to be
careful not to be taken advantage of, that those photographs may be worth
some real money and if they were, that I should share in that money. After all, it’s my body (and Jimmy’s) that’s
being displayed.
Mama was up late, so Daddy and I just had time to talk
briefly. He told me we’d talk more
tomorrow on the boat when we had complete privacy.
*****
Terri called me the next day, wanting me to contact Carl. She wanted us to have a talk with him about maybe doing a nude photo shoot. Maybe my ass! She as much as told me flat out that she wanted to do that last night while we were screwing. I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but she refused to be talked out of it. Reluctantly, I made the call.
Later that Sunday afternoon, after she had gotten home from sailing with her dad, I picked her up and we went to see Carl. Terri came right to the point. “Maybe I will pose for you, Carl.”
“Fantastic!” he beamed. “Why don’t I get my camera and we’ll get started.”
“Wait a minute. I haven’t said I will, I said maybe.”
“What will it take for you to say ‘yes’?”
“Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of modeling fee?”
“Yes, of course! Uh, say, thirty dollars a session.”
“That’s all?”
“Okay, maybe I can do more,” replied Carl hopefully.
“How much more?”
“Forty.”
“Sixty.”
“Sixty! Fifty and not a dollar more!”
“Next, what do you plan to do with the photos, Carl?”
“He’s going to sell them to an underground pornographic magazine,” I interjected. “Just like he’s going to sell the pictures of us he took yesterday.”
“We want a share of what you sell them for,” she said. I was floored!
“Sure, sweetheart,” he replied somewhat sourly. “Anything else?”
“I also want a copy of the pictures you showed us yesterday.”
“That’s no problem.”
“And I want to see the pictures you took last night.” Carl went silent, casting his eyes to the floor. “I don’t want copies, I just want to see them.”
Carl glanced at me and looked up at the ceiling, uncomfortable with the situation. He stood up and walked into the back. A moment later he was back with a folder. Carl looked over at me again and I just shrugged.
“Gawd!” she whispered as she opened the folder and saw the first photo. Then she spread all the photos out on the coffee table. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself. There in crisp black and white detail were the two men engaged in a variety of sex acts.
“You plan to sell these photographs?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess. There is a market for them.”
“You’re naughty, you know. Very naughty.”
“And you’re a naughty little girl too,” he shot back.
I was surprised at how deftly she negotiated with Carl. Where did she learn that? I just chalked it up to superior smarts, as she was very intelligent. It certainly never occurred to me that she had been coached, much less who had coached her.
Sat., April 17, 1965
Seeing that Mama has been feeling so good this week, Daddy
talked Mama into taking Pepper and Joan shopping this afternoon; that way it
was just the two of us going sailing.
She wanted to take me too, but she knows how I hate shopping with
Joan.
It was a beautiful day for sailing with a nice southerly
breeze and only a slight chop. While we
were heading far out into the lake, Daddy told me what I needed to say to Carl
to strike a fair deal for my nude photo shoot. He also told me to be sure and get
him a copy of any pictures Carl took.
When we were way out in the lake and there wasn’t another
boat anywhere near us, he struck the jib and the mainsail, and threw the anchor
overboard to keep us from drifting. I had a pretty good idea what he had in
mind seeing that it had been days since we last had sex.
He went below and pulled out a bag I’d never seen before and
brought it forward. As he unloaded the
bag, I saw that were several ropes and a long pole with ropes tied to the ends
of it. He told me to come forward. Then
he tied my hands together and hoisted my hands up with the jib halyard. “Allowing yourself to be photographed fucking that boy
proves that you’re becoming a real slut, Terri,” he said to me. “I think it’s time you began to learn
something new.” Then he undid my bikini top and pulled off my bottoms.
As you know, he has tied me up before for sex, but this was
different. Almost immediately I felt
that tingling feeling in my pussy. Daddy
turned me to face him and he began kissing me, soon he was kissing and sucking
my tits. God, it felt to so good, so
exciting to be there out in the open where anyone (if they were close enough)
could see us.
I expected him to do me like he always did when he had me
tied to the four corners of an old bed in one of those little hotels in the
French Quarter. Then he’d make me cum,
and cum, and cum. There was nothing I
could do to stop him. Then he’d make me
cum again and again until I was nearly crazy. Only when I was totally exhausted would he
fuck me. He’d then fuck me and fuck me
and fuck me until I really was crazy. This time it was a little different to say the least! After he had me hot as hell from playing with
my tits, he stopped. Then he turned me
to face away from him. Taking the ropes
tied near the end of the long pole, Daddy tied them to my ankles and the
attached the pole with a Y-yoke to the mainsail halyard. Next thing I knew, my feet were pulled up
behind me leaving me dangling by my arms.
He hoisted my ankles higher. The
wide spread on the pole caused my legs to be not only pulled up, but to be
pulled out. I felt my pussy opening and
a cool breeze on the inside. Daddy said something like, “You’re a naughty little slut,
Terri. A very naughty little slut and
your daddy loves you for it.” Then he
raked his hand between my legs. “You’re
a soaking wet, little slut. You want your
daddy to fuck your slutty cunt?” I know I moaned, “Yes, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy.” “You’ve been a bad, bad little slut. Taking fuck photos for the whole world to
see.” Then he laid a stinging slap to my butt. That was a surprise! Then again and again he spanked me until I
was crying for him to stop. He stopped,
and put his hand between my legs and toyed with me, sliding the edge of his
hand between my pussy lips until I was panting.
Then he spanked me again. He
stopped and swiped my pussy again. He
repeated that several times until my entire body exploded in a massive
orgasm. He stopped spanking me, but then
I felt his mouth on my cunt, licking me to yet another orgasm. Then the finger fucking began, playing on
that spot he knew about that was guaranteed to blow me away. His fingers withdrew from my pussy and he
pushed one up my butt. Then his cock
slid into me. God, it was
incredible! The orgasms flowed over me
one after another as Daddy fucked my pussy while I hung helplessly in the air. I lost awareness of everything but his cock and my
pussy. I don’t know how long Daddy
fucked me like that, hanging from the mast, but eventually he pulled out and
lowered my hands to the deck, leaving me half on the deck and half dangling by
my ankles. By my hair, Daddy lifted my head and
stuck his semi-flaccid cock in my mouth to clean him up like he’d taught me to
do.
I thought he’d let me down after that, but instead he left me
like that for several minutes before returning with a bottle of sun tan
oil. He rubbed my entire back and legs
and rubbed a lot of oil on my butt and into my butt. Then I felt his cock pressing between my ass
cheeks while his hands spread me open. With a single jab, he was inside my
ass.
Jimmy has great staying power, but my daddy sure knows how
to fuck a girl.
On the way back into the harbor, Daddy told me what to do and what to say to get the best deal from Carl.
He also asked me if I now planned on fucking Carl.
I said no, but Daddy just snorted. I don't think he believes me, but I'd never do that! I got together with Jimmy later in the afternoon and went
Carl’s. I think I did pretty good. $75 per photo session and thirty percent of
what he sells the photos for. I tried to
get him higher, but he said he was taking a big risk with a girl my age. So we struck a deal. I also got copies of the
photos of Jimmy and me for Daddy. We
also saw the photos he took of the two men last night… oooo, wild, nasty stuff! Mama was tired tonight and went to bed early. Shopping with Joan will wear anyone out!
Thank goodness she wasn’t suffering from another headache. After Joan and Pepper had gone upstairs, I
showed Daddy the pictures that Carl had taken of Jimmy and me. Daddy got really excited, just as I did when
I first saw them.
“Did you fuck this Carl fellow too?” he asked. “No! Of course not!” “You will, you little slut. You will.” “I won’t either!” I protested. Daddy just laughed and told me, “I want your
ass naked, girl.” We 69’ed and then Daddy had me climb on top to fuck so that
he could play with my boobs. I love my
Daddy! But there's no way I'd ever do anything with Carl, except let him look at me.
April 18, 1965 I can’t believe how sore my arms are today from what Daddy
did to me on the boat yesterday. Still, it was
worth it. After church, I told Daddy
that we needed to do that sort thing again.
He grinned at me and said, “You can count on it, baby.” He made up some excuse to take me out and he
did. He took me to that motel on
Airline, tied me up and spanked me. It
sort of hurt, but from the nasty things he was saying, I knew what was coming.
I couldn’t believe how hot that made me.
To be continued...
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