by Art Martin
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Summer 1966
After my experience with Carl and Vito, I was leery of hanging out with Carl. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Terri wanted to get some photos that he had taken of her earlier and insisted that we go see him. Carl apologized profusely about getting us involved with Vito. He claimed he was trapped like we were and had never intended to put in us harm’s way. I’d known him for I don’t know how long and… I believed him. I suppose I wanted to believe him. After that, occasionally we'd go to see Carl, take some pictures and just get nasty, but he no longer wanted to pay us for modeling for him. Oh, he still wanted her pussy alright, but he wanted it and got it for free. With Terri nowhere near to overhear, he made it clear that he wanted a fresh model and made me an offer if I provided him with one.
I wasn’t all that interested in what Carl was offering, so that summer, I landed a job in a warehouse. It was hot and sweaty, but I was making pretty good money. Maybe not as good as what Carl was offering, but good enough. Still, it was hard work, but I really didn’t mind it too much. At least I could look at myself in the mirror and not be disgusted by what I saw.
Terri wasn’t around too much and I really didn’t pay that much attention to her. She was bad for me and I was bad for her, so I distanced myself as best I could. Unbeknownst to me, my dad was paying a lot of attention to her.
June 4, 1966 Pepper is so trilled!
She took a telephone call and it was from a radio station conducting a
contest. She answered the question
correctly and won a prize. You’d think
she won a million dollars!
I suspected it wasn’t a radio disc jockey at all, but Pops. I made
a call to him at the TV station and he confirmed it was him. Pops said that when I didn’t answer, he made
up a cover story, as it wouldn’t at all do for him to be calling on a young hot
babe like me. He then tells me that he
wants to do a live test to make sure my birth control was working. A live test!
I asked him what would happen if my birth control failed his test. He said that after I “dropped the kid” that
he get me another brand of pills. The
man is incorrigible! Naturally, I agreed
to his test. I’ll meet him after work
tonight.
*****
The only “date” I had with her that summer was out to one of the camps off Haynes Blvd. I say date, because my dad told me to pick her up and where to take her.
June 25, 1966 I went out to one those camps on Lake Pontchartrain with
Jimmy. It’s just like the camp in the
movie King Creole where Elvis tried to hide from the Mafia. One of Pops' friends had rented it for two
weeks and we were invited to hang out. I
was surprised just how close to town these places are; it was just past the
Lakefront Airport. The camp itself is old and really cool! They are set out over the water on pilings
and have piers both to shore and further out into the lake. Jimmy and I went during the day and Jack, that’s Pops' friend
from work, immediately put us to “work” tending the crab traps. Good god!
Are those things scary! Jimmy
didn’t seem to be bothered picking them up, but he got a big charge at chasing
me up and down the pier with them. I
mean, those claws look like they’d really hurt.
Of course he never let one of things actually pinch me, but… It was really fun, as long as Jimmy was behaving. One time when I wasn’t looking, he let a crab
grab a hold of my bikini bottoms! He
really thought that was funny. So did
Jack. I’m sure everyone for a mile around heard me screaming. Jimmy and I collected three or four dozen before the day was
over. Then Jack set up a boiling pot to
boil the little devils in. By that time
it was nearing dusk and a several other people began showing up. They were all older, some a lot older, than Jimmy and I. Of course they were all drinking beer and
doing tequila shots and having a good time, New Orleans style. Someone also brought twentyfive pounds of fresh
shrimp and we boiled them too. When it came time to actually
eat a crab, I was dumbfounded. How do you eat
one of these things? Jimmy tried to show
me, but I found in nearly impossible to get to the meat inside. Jimmy gave up and just opened the crabs for
me. It was messy, but those crabs and
the shrimp were delicious! The red
potatoes and corn were good too. While
Jimmy shucked the crabs, I peeled shrimp for both of us. It was one of the best times ever! Everyone was so nice. For clean up, we just threw the remains over
the side and back into the lake! Pops didn’t show up until after he got off work. We still had crabs and shrimp for him and he
got after it. I was put to work peeling
shrimp for Pops and feeding them to him like I’d fed Jimmy. Pops dug out crab meat onto his fingers and
had me suck the meat off. When Jimmy was
doing that, no one paid much attention, but when Pops did that, a couple of
other guys began feeding me crab meat. I
expected their dates to get upset a little, but they didn’t, they just laughed
with the rest of them. After Pops had his fill, and after he had a
tequila or two, he asked me to show my tits to everyone. I just had on a bikini and I was showing all
I was going to show. Pops called me a
party pooper and then asked one of the other women to show her tits. She did!
Just like that, she had her tits out, then another girl and
another. Needless to say the guys were all loving it.
Finally to cheers from everyone, I gave in and took off my top too.
There wasn’t any air conditioning, only a big whole house
fan that sucked cool air inside and then exhausted the hot air out. The guys had long been shirtless and now all
the girls (actually I was the only girl, the rest were women) were topless
too. The radio had been on all day, but
the party was just reviving up. Someone
had WNOE on the radio and the girls and guys began dancing. The guys all hooted when we shook our tits to the fast songs and
wanted us all to rub our boobs into their bare chests during the slow
songs. Needless to say, I, along with
all the other girls, got felt up a lot.
I was dancing with Jack, he held me from behind with his
hands mauling my tits, when I saw one that one of the women had now lost her
shorts. She was totally naked. That upped the ante, and soon I was the last female to still have
anything on. Jack was still dancing with
me and working my bikini bottoms off, when this girl, Jamie, was bent over a
table and fucked while another girl was on her knees giving one of the guys a
blowjob. What a great party! And here I
was worried that Jimmy and I would be out of place! With my bottoms discarded, I felt Jack’s bare cock rubbing
against my ass. I figured that it would
soon be my turn. Jimmy was nearly
passed out and Pops came over and told Jack, “That’s Jimmy’s girl, Jack. I don’t think he’d mind, but as a favor to
me…” Jack sighed, “So close, yet so far.” To my surprise he let me go.
Pops told me, “If you don’t want every one of these guys
fucking you tonight, you’d better come with me.” Pops then led me out to the end of the
pier. The moonlight reflecting off the
waves was so beautiful. “Of course, I know you want to be fucked,” he said as
he hugged me from behind, doing exactly what Jack had been doing to me
inside. I braced myself on the railings
and Pops took me from behind. He did me
nice and slow, taking his time, letting me enjoy the feel of his cock sliding
in and out of me. I had two wonderful
climaxes before I felt Pops cock throbbing as he pumped his man juice into
me.
Pops held me until his cock softened and slipped out of
me. When he did, I heard Jack behind me
say, “You fucking hypocrite! Jimmy’s
girlfriend!
My ass!”
I turned to look back, but Jack was right
behind me and told me to “stay put, cupcake.” Then he entered me. Pops had
passed me off to his friend! While Jack fucked me from behind, he spoke to Pops, “It’s up
to you, buddy. We keep her out here for
the two of us, or we
take her back inside and throw her to the wolves.” “Then we’d better keep her out here,” Pops said. “I’d hate for Jimmy to wake up and…” “I don’t think he’s waking up anytime soon.” Pops, Jack and I stayed out at the end of the pier. Jack gathered up some boat cushions for a bed
and we slept out under the stars. It was
so cool! Actually it was quite warm, but
the setting was really cool. There was a gentle breeze and the sound
of the waves lapping up against the piers was so relaxing. I didn’t get much sleep though, as Jack and
Pops did me over and over. One really
great thing is that the mosquitoes don’t come out over the water,
otherwise we’d been eaten alive.
Next morning, with all of my clothes (bikini parts) in the
house, I had to walk naked down the pier and into the house. The orgy was still
going on inside. It was hard to tell
whether the women were passing the men around or if the guys were passing the
girls around. When we walked in, you’d
think none of those guys had seen a naked girl before! Pops pulled Jimmy off Lynn and told him that if I stayed, I
was going to be fucked like all the other girls. It was up to him, stay or take
me home.
Jimmy picked up my bikini in his hands and asked me, “Do you
want to stay?” I replied, “What do you think?” “Yeah, you want to stay.”
He then turned to Pops’ and Jack’s friends and announced, “Who wants a
piece of this?” I was shocked when Lynn said, “She’s mine first!” What a party! Let me tell you, those older guys (and girls)
were a lot of fun! Never once did anyone treat me like I
was a dirty whore-tramp or something.
We just had fun, fun fucking up a storm!
That was a wild assed party if there ever was one. It didn’t break up until the late the next day. I watched as Dad’s friends all took turns with Terri. Once someone discovered that she liked it up the butt, it was like sharks in a feeding frenzy, taking her one, two and three at a time. Images come to mind of Terri, lying back on a table, lappping at a beer poured from above her head and not doing a very good job of it with her legs lwedly spread and cum dripping out of her well fucked cunt onto the floor; of Terri, wiggling her ass while Jack spread apart her ass cheeks and displayed her gaping anus as it drooled still more cum onto the floor; of Terri, gobbling down some balding middleaged guy's cock fresh from her butt. What a whore! A sweet, sweet whore, but still a total whore!
I also suppose Terri watched as I took turns with every one of the other women, but she was quite the busy girl. Let me tell you, some of those older broads really knew how to please a guy! There was this one woman, about my mom's age who really dug digging her tongue up a guy's butt!
As for being passed out that night, I came around right after Jack had joined my dad out on the pier with Terri. I investigated, saw what was going on and returned to main party inside. It was Jack's party after all and the way he and she had flirted all day, it was a foregone conclusion that he would have his cock up inside her at some point. I was just glad that I wasn't directly involved in offering her up or put in a position where I might have been expected to protect her honor.
When I brought her home, a day late, her mother threatened to have me arrested if came around her daughter ever again. Terri called me and reassured me that her mother really didn’t mean it, but I wasn’t so sure. Still we got together, whenever either of us felt the urge or needed to be satisfied. We’d rendezvous, go to my house, screw and then I wouldn’t hear from her for a week or two. If she was still at the house when my dad came in, she usually got bedded again.
All in all, I really wasn’t aware of what she was doing. She didn’t tell me very much and I didn’t ask very often. We were fuck buddies and that was about it. I had other fish to fry. To illustrate just how much in the dark I was about her life away from me, it wasn’t until I read her diary that I knew how she took up a part time job of modeling. Not for photos, but as an artist’s model.
Sunday, July 3, 1966
Pops called me a few days ago. He had a friend who was an artist. Pops said he suggested to him to do some
nudes, as they would sell very well to those, who like himself, maintained
apartments for fun and games. His artist
friend listened and said he’d consider it, but he didn’t have money to pay a
live model. Pops told him that he might
know of someone who would be willing to model.
I told Pops that wouldn’t do that for free and he offered to pay my
modeling fees for a few sessions to help his friend out. I wasn’t busy and a little extra cash sounded
good to me, so I agreed. I met Pops and Julian (the artist) at a French Quarter
apartment. Until that moment, I didn’t know that Pops had a French Quarter
apartment, but he did along with some friends of his. Julian is kind of scruffy looking with a beard and rumpled
clothes that looked like he slept in them.
If I saw him on the street, I would have thought that he was a wino. Pops told me, “What do you say, Terri? Let’s give Julian some inspiration. Come on, Honey, time to strip.” I did and it was immediately apparent that Julian liked what
he saw. He immediately fumbled about and
got his brushes and paints out while I stood around naked. I asked him how he wanted me to pose. He just mumbled something incoherent. Pops said, “How about this?” He came up behind me, kissed my neck and
fondled my breasts.
Julian muttered, “That’s perfect!” and set about furiously
working away. The session lasted a few
hours with Pops feeling me up almost the entire time. Every so often, Pops would pause and then
return to our pose. After each pause, I
felt more and more of his bare skin pressing into my back, until I finally felt
his cock rubbing between my cheeks. He is so bad! He reminds me so much of Daddy, so I’d better
be careful. After awhile it got to Pops and he declared that we needed to take
a break. Some break… he pushed me onto
the bed and fucked me. Julian was
surprised even if I wasn’t. Then we
stood up and resumed our pose with me now leaking. Judging by the big lump in his pants, Julian
was certainly inspired!
Tuesday, July 12, 1966
On Sunday I had another modeling session with Julian and
Pops and again yesterday. Julian
steadfastly refuses to show me his work in progress. It was fun and I know Pops had fun too. Poor Julian, he was beside himself watching
Pops do me. Sun., July 24, 1966
Today was Pops’ day off and we got together with Julian
again. I finally got to see Julian’s finished work today. Wow!
Sexy! No question about it, it
was me alright! Pops’ face though was
obscured.
Julian was ready to do another one. Pops again suggested the pose. It was a side view of me, on my knees, giving
Pops a blowjob.
Pops didn’t do me that time as I made sure that he was very satisfied
the entire time. Tues., July 26, 1966
I met Pops and Julian after Pops got off work last
night. It didn’t take Julian very long
to finish his latest masterpiece. Pops suggested
that I “tip” Julian for doing such good work.
It was a reasonable request to take care of Julian’s “problem”. Pops is as bad as Daddy was, and I adore him. I am such a slut! Sunday, July 31, 1966
I just love Sundays!
Last night I spent the night with Pops after he got off work. Mama is beyond caring what I do, and frankly
I don’t care what she thinks. Today, we
began working on another blow job painting.
I “tipped” Julian several times while Pops took a break. Tuesday, August 9, 1966
We kind of had a problem with this weekend’s modeling
sessions. This time I was on my back and Pops was on top of me like he was
doing pushups or rather push-ins. Pops
started off good enough, just pushing into me every so often to keep himself hard. That
really drove me crazy after a while, but after an hour or so, Pops just couldn’t stay
in position. We took a break and tried again. This time Pops could only hold himself up for
about a half hour before he just collapsed on me, but I think that was mainly
because he orgasmed. Anyway, Pops was
really tired. We tried again, but Pops just couldn’t do it for very long,
pose that is. We broke early for the
day. On Monday I met Pops and Julian at the apartment as
usual. We started off as before, but
there was only so long that Pops could hold his pose and screw me at the same
time. It was all over in about an
hour. Julian was frustrated, but he just
got down to working from memory. Saturday, August 13, 1966
Julian sold his first painting of me last Thursday.
One of the BJ’s.
Julian said he’s only halfway through the
present work and at the rate we were going, he might never get the painting
finished. Apparently he and Pops had
already discussed this because they had a solution ready to go. When Pops got to the apartment after work, he
brought along two of his buddies, Jack and Mike, the guys who shared the
apartment with him. I had already met them both out at the camp on Lake
Pontchartrain, especially Jack. They were to act as stand-ins for Pops! Maybe I should have said no, but I
didn’t. Every thirty minutes they would
switch and every thirty minutes I had another hard cock in me, doing it
slowly. I came and came and came until I
was exhausted.
When Julian was ready to take a break, I didn’t get
one. He did me too. Then it was back to modeling. This is turning out to be so much fun!
I didn’t know anything about all this until late in the year. I found out half the story when Terri took me to this backroom gallery in the Quarter, and I saw a room full of paintings of her having sex with different guys, several guys and sometimes with a girl and a guy.
From the number of diary entries, Terri modeled for Julian all year. Once Jack and Mike were introduced to the mix, they posed with Terri as often as Dad did, sometimes one on one, sometimes two on one and both paid well for the privilege. Besides Jack and Mike, who I knew, there were a few other male models as well, but the names didn’t and still do not mean anything to me.
Apparently the whole series was a smashing success. Julian’s career took off as one of New Orleans’ primer erotic artists. He even opened a gallery where his paintings of Terri were exhibited and sold to patrons with a swinging taste. I still didn’t know about my dad’s involvement until I read about it in her diaries. I’m not surprised though, as I was well aware that Dad fucked her a lot. Even so, he was always very tight lipped about what he did and who he did it with. If I had a clue and had asked him, I’m certain he would have told me everything I wanted to know, but I didn’t and he didn’t.
Meeting Julian was a weird experience, as he wasn’t shy about fondling her in front of me. It was apparent he had had sex with her too. He asked if I’d like to pose with her. Terri got very excited and talked me in to it. Terri led me back into his studio and Julian posed us. After about forty minutes, a chime rang indicating that someone had come into the gallery. A few minutes later, he comes back into the studio with a man and introduces her to him. The guy stayed for over an hour watching us posing in a rather lewd manner. Finally he interrupted Julian to talk some business and from what I gathered, he bought three painting and the right to pose with her for a special order commission. Julian was so pleased that he gave me several signed and numbered prints of various paintings he had done of her. I still have those prints and naturally, I pulled them out when I read about this episode in Terri’s life. Reviewing them again after all these years, the same question crops up, where do you hang and display prints like this? They adorned my dorm room, and later my apartment, but after college…
From what I gleaned from Terri’s entries, during the numerous modeling sessions, Dad and his buddies were having sex with her more than I was, much more. Dad coyly asked me about her all the time and I just stupidly shrugged and went about my life mostly blissfully ignorant.
Fall and Winter, 1966
All told, my senior year in high school was tame compared my junior year. By that time, the stories about Terri and her gangbangs had taken on the stature of an urban legend. I even had some friends of mine who went to school in Orleans Parish who had heard some of the stories. At least they hadn’t heard the part about her being my girlfriend.
During the third game, I blew out my knee and my football career was over. Injured or not, I still had to hang out with the team during practice and in the locker room, enduring the endless taunts regarding my slut whore of a girlfriend. For the most part the guys were just razzing me, but the truth was, Terri was my girlfriend even though I never took her anywhere in public. I genuinely cared for her, but I guess I didn’t care enough.
Rarely did we go to our spot on the levee, or go to the Do Drive In or park in the dark back lot of Lenfant’s anymore. Mostly we just went to my house to get after it. Sometimes I’d call her if I had the urge, sometimes she’d call me, and sometimes, she’d just be there having an intimate get together with Pops as she liked to call my dad. I thought I was fucking her more than he was, but after reading her diary, I realized that I was hardly getting anything from her compared to my old man.
Other than the modeling sessions for Julian, et al, her diary entries were mostly about mundane things, things that normal people do, like fighting with her sister Joan about matters great and small, of fighting with her mom about matters great and small, and having loving sisterly chats with her youngest sister, Pepper. Some of these entries were very interesting because they dealt with sex and her long term relationship with me.
Monday, October 3, 1966
Pepper and I had a long talk today. It was the first time I had asked her about
Daddy. She told me that, yes, she did
have sex with him a few times before he got killed. Then she got indignant and said, “It’s not
like you never had sex with him!” For
the first time I felt really cheap about what we had done, especially when
Daddy did us both, together. She had just started to be intimate with him and
only saw the good side of Daddy and his peccadilloes. I didn’t tell her about Daddy’s bad side,
just the good. I figured if she only
knew the good, as was apparently the case, then she was better off not knowing
the full truth.
We talked for hours.
Pepper’s such a sweet girl and she has a lot to learn. I’m just glad she really didn’t get hurt. Thurs., October 20, 1966
Poor Pepper! She was
asked out for a date, but Mama told her no.
She asked me to talk to Mama for her and I did. That was a mistake! “I don’t want her turning into a tramp like
you,” she said. I know Mom’s disappointed in me and what she said was true, but
it still cut to the heart. I can’t wait
to get out of here and go off to school and I’m sure Mom feels the same way;
the sooner the better for the both of us.
We still saw each other that fall, but not as often as before. She’d call and say she wanted to talk with me. If I had nothing going on, we’d hook up. Usually it was at my house and we’d do what she wanted to do and that was screw. We talked, but we mostly screwed. If Dad got home from work before she left, I’d pass her off to him with about as much thought as passing the ketchup. He never said no and neither did Terri.
Thurs., Dec. 8, 1966
Mom finally let Pepper go to a party, but only because it
was to be at the home of somebody she knew from church. Pepper was so excited. She’s almost sixteen and thanks to me, has
never been allowed out of the house. I
tried to make amends with Mom and told her it wasn’t all my
fault. I shouldn’t have bothered. She just got angry, slapped me and called me
a slut and a bitch. When Pepper got home we talked about the party… nothing much
happened other than she got felt up. I
asked her if the boy would ask her out again.
Pepper said she hoped he would.
Knowing guys, I’m certain he will. Saturday, January 21, 1967
Joan got in late last night.
Mom didn’t seem concerned. She
treats us all so differently. Joan is
definitely her favorite. She’s over
protective with Pepper and won’t let her do anything.
Me, she despises the very sight of. I’ll bet she holds it against Pepper because
she looks so much like me and not Mom.
If I’m late (which is usually the case), she’s disappointed that I came
home at all. I have half a mind to go
live with Jimmy and Pops again. Pops
would be happy for me to be there, but I don’t think Jimmy would like it except
as a convenient place to put his cock.
It is so unbearable here!
If I can just hold on until September!
I keep telling myself over and over, to hold on until September. If it weren’t for the modeling with Julian,
things would be tedious indeed! Pop and
his friends treat me like a princess and make me feel good about myself.
It is so much fun being with those guys that I thought about
taking up hooking again. Not really! Not
all sex is equal and I know that now. Not only would I need “protection” and that’ll
cost me dearly, but some of the Johns would treat me like dirt after getting
their rocks off with me. It really
wouldn’t be any fun after all. For every
good gig, there would be three gigs not worth remembering and two gigs where it
would be awful. I’ll just stick with
what works and the modeling krewe (the Krewe of Eros they call themselves)
works very well, thank you. Besides, the
money is pretty good too and I don’t have to worry about being beat up by some
sick slug. Fri., Feb. 10, 1967
Poor Pepper! Her
boyfriend asked her again to go out with him, this time to a Valentine’s
party. As usual, Mom said, no. When Pepper relayed the bad news, the guy
told her that he wouldn’t be calling her again.
It’s all my fault too, but I can’t do a thing
about it. At this rate she’ll wind up as a
nun!
*****
Mardi Gras that year was memorable. With Dad having a French Quarter hideout, I didn’t see any reason not to avail myself of the place to hang out. Once I asked, Dad said fine. I was expecting a key, but instead he gave me a printed invitation to the Krewe of Eros, 5th Annual Hedonists Ball that was to be held at his apartment building. Dad told me that it was going to be a rather risqué event and that I should be careful who I invited. I had the brilliant idea to ask Terri if she wanted to go with me, and she told me that she was already planning to be there with Julian. I still hadn’t made the connection between Julian and Dad.
Mardi Gras day is a zoo in New Orleans. The streets are packed with all sorts, families, drunks, people in costumes, not to mention the parades through the crowded streets. It’s best to get there early. I did.
At the entrance to the courtyard of Dad’s place, there was a bouncer who was checking out who belonged and who didn’t. I presented him my invite and I was let in. There was a big crowd in the courtyard. It was only nine AM, but not surprisingly everybody was loaded already. The first thing I noticed was a dude, naked, yet painted with orange stripes. Then I saw a woman, nude too, but painted and sprouting feathers here and there. I quickly surveyed the crowd and realized that a good percentage of them, men and women were naked and painted.
On several patio tables there were women standing nude being coated with paint. But what caught my eye was Terri, standing on a table, in the nude while Julian coated her with body paint. That along with a mask and some feathers was to be her costume for the day!
Once she was dry and ready, she stepped down off the table and another girl, or rather woman, took her place and stripped for the hooting mob. I finally made my way over to Terri. She was laughing and carrying on while being groped by some guy painted with tiger stripes.
When I got close, the tiger guy called out to me, “Jimmy!” and pulled up his cat mask. Christ, it was my Uncle Tee! “Where’s your dad?” he asked.
I was speechless, but managed to blurt out, “What in the hell?”
“Hey, we’re Cats and Chicks,” my uncle explained with a grin, as if that explained anything.
“We’re going to parade!” Terri announced. “Come on, Jimmy! You can join us!”
To make a long story short, I was soon painted up in leopard spots with my cock swinging free. Mercifully, it was a warm February that year.
Actually we didn’t parade. We would have all been arrested. Even New Orleans has standards regarding public nudity. Instead, we just hung out in the courtyard, about fifty or sixty of us, mostly naked and painted. There were lots of public sex acts that day too, and not all male/female combo. Like all the other “chicks” Terri got fucked standing up on a table top more than once. I couldn’t believe it when a guy painted up as “The Pink Panther” went down on me! There was a lot of that going on too.
Dad got lucky and got out of work that day. He showed up around noon and was soon sporting a coat of paint too. Neither he nor Uncle Tee were “gay” or anything, but it was shock to me to see them both willingly and openly allowing other guys to blow them. Well, they were quite drunk and it was just part of the orgy. Well, when in Rome…
*****
SPRING 1967
I didn’t see that much of Terri that spring. It wasn’t that I was being celibate or anything, I just had other interests at that time and Terri didn’t call me that much either. I hooked up with a couple of girls who lived in Orleans Parish, friends of friends of mine. I’d tell them about the opportunity to do a spread for Playboy. Most of the girls flat out said ‘no’. Others were intrigued, but thought I was full of it. But some asked how much could they make, and I’d give them a number that spun their heads. After that it was easy.
I’d pick up the girl (soon to be a slut if she wasn’t already a slut) for a date and we’d head for Carl’s. After Carl made her comfortable and showed her some of his published work, he explained to her his modeling contract and explained that it was his goal to sell a spread to Playboy and how much they might make if he was successful. To the gullible girls, he sounded so sincere and so convincing. I marveled at how easily he sold them a bill of goods.
With a “deal” struck, he’d start off with tame shots, fully clothed. Gradually the clothes came off and he’d snap away while I powdered their bare tits and buns. After an hour or so of nudie shots and half a bottle of rum, Carl would suggest something more risqué. Nude poises with me nude too. Soon it would be hard core shots and soon thereafter, we would both be fucking her. For me, it was a great way to make some cash as well as score fresh pussy. For Carl, it was simply a great way to score some young fresh pussy.
Springtime is crawfish time in Louisiana. I was at a Crawfish Boil with a girl I’d met a few days before and that’s where I first ran into Anita, a vivacious girl who knew how to party. She was tall and slender, with curly brunette hair done up in a shag hairdo. A broad smile was always on her face and she flirted shamelessly with just about every guy there. My date didn’t work out too well, but the discovery of Anita made the whole affair worthwhile. I called Anita up the next day and we went out that night. I wasn’t expecting to get anything that first date and didn’t, but we hit it off and within a week I was balls deep in her.
It was at her house, down in what passes for a basement in New Orleans. Actually, it’s just the space below the elevated main structure. Usually these areas were left unfinished as they were originally were meant to be flooded, but with “improved” levee protection and “improved” pumping stations, many people converted them into living space.
Anita’s basement was outfitted as a game room, complete with pool table, ping pong table and a poker table. There was a small workshop area walled off at one end and a store room, a rather large store room.
We were shooting eight ball and she was cleaning my clock. I remember that she was wearing a pair of hot pants that fit her very snuggly. She leaned over the table to make a shot and I took the opportunity to stroke her firm ass. She made her shot as I molested her. She then turned, her eyes smoldering and supporting herself with her hands, leaned back on the pool table. She was wearing a blouse, white I think, and it didn’t quite cover her navel. I stepped up, took her by the waist and ran my hands up her blouse.
We ended up in the store room, using boat cushions as a makeshift bed, fucking while her parents were upstairs. It wasn’t until afterwards that I discovered that she was “going steady” with the guy she was with at the Crawfish Boil. Apparently he had been playing around on her and what I got was a revenge fuck. That was okay by me, so long as I could get between her legs again. I did. Often.
After a few weeks I made the Playboy model pitch to her, but she didn’t buy into it… not at first. Eventually she said ‘yes’ just to see if I was full of it or not. Carl wasted no time in thoroughly corrupting the girl, not that she wasn’t corrupted already. Anita was a naughty, naughty girl.
Then there was Traci. I met Traci through a friend of mine. She was quite attractive. Short, but well proportion; I would classify her as petite. She came from limited circumstances and complained about needing to find a job and making some money. I made the Playboy model pitch and she bit immediately. What she wasn’t expecting was to be fucked on camera and she wasn’t expecting to be fucked by two guys. She was some upset when I took her home, but she called me about three weeks later, wondering if she couldn’t get another shot. She was very adamant that she would pose nude, but that’s all. She was nude alright, but that’s not all she got. I never heard from her after the second fuck session and she refused to accept my calls.
The other girls fell somewhere between Anita and Traci. All were good girls from good families (all except Anita who came from a very good family) and all took the photo shoot experience with varying degrees of acceptance.
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There were two notable exceptions of me not taking Terri out for a date except for a quick fuck. I did invite her as my date for my senior prom (Anita was pissed off at me about that, but she was still “going steady” and besides, she was already going to another senior prom with her cuckold boyfriend). In inviting Terri, I figured that in a month, I would most likely never again see most of these clowns. Besides, what did I care what they thought? Terri really enjoyed the evening and after the prom, she broke down and cried. I thought that was a little much, but she began babbling about how much she had missed me and all that crap.
Thurs., April 14, 1967 I can’t believe it!
Jimmy asked me to the Senior Prom!
He hasn’t asked me to go anywhere with him except to bed for so long that
I can’t remember. Well, Jimmy… I’ve been
having fun, lots of fun! I should just
tell him no, but… I really do want to go, and not with three or four guys.
Dad thought I should do it up right for the Senior Prom. He correctly pointed out that she really didn’t have to go home after the prom, what with the situation between her and her mom, so… he offered me his French Quarter playhouse for a few days and he spotted me a wad of cash to wine and dine her in style (that is style for high schoolers).
The prom itself was okay. They were pretty strict about bringing in booze… that was a first, but other than that it was great. Erma Thomas and her band played and as always, they were terrific! Terri looked great in an ice-blue slinky, low cut formal that showed off her generous curves as well as exposing a generous amount of cleavage. She was stunning and was a show stopper. Of course there were a lot of guys there who had fucked her over the past two years and they were all eager to have her out on the dance floor where she was felt up by god knows how many guys.
I was a gentleman and danced with the other guy’s date and took my equal share of liberties. Some girls were offended, but others let me feel them up and let me rub a stiff one up against their bellies. These girls I took note of to ask out and make a Playboy Playmate pitch to them later. More than one guy got a little belligerent with me for doing to his date the same thing he was doing to mine, but nothing got out of hand. Just some threats… meaningless blather and bluster.
Later, we went to the Quarter and ditched my car for a few days. Terri wanted coffee and beignets, so we hit our favorite spot, The Morning Call with its old marble counters and tin shakers for the confectioner’s sugar. My black tux was well speckled in powered sugar before it was all over. Then we made it over a few blocks to Dad’s place. Other than at Mardi Gras, it was the first time I had been inside his apartment, and at that time it was just another apartment that was open for taking a leak or the quick use of a bed or sofa.
The first thing I noticed were the paintings of Terri. There must have a half a dozen of them! All originals. The next thing I noticed was the bed; it was an iron four poster with restraints already in place. Dad had been quite graphic in telling me what to do with those restraints. I’d never tied her up before… I seen her tied up and sexually used on stage, but I had never done that myself. Tonight would be a new experience. The third thing I noticed were the suitcases, clothes for three or four days, thoughtfully deposited by my old man along with a supply of beer, Seagrams VO and mixers.
We shed our clothes eager to do what we did together so well. Only this time… Fastening the thick velvet rope around her first wrist I could see a sparkle in her blue eyes. With the second her excitement was hard to miss. She was really into this! She willingly offered her ankles and was soon spread eagle, with her legs hiked into the air, totally vulnerable and unable to resist anything I wished to do to her. Other than her arms and ankles, I hadn’t really touched her, yet her nipples were as stiff as I’d ever seen them, pointing straight up on her slightly heaving chest, and her pussy... already she was glisteningly wet. She had unconcealed wanton lust in her eyes.
For a few moments I studied her helpless nudity. How many times had seen her naked? Still, she took my breath away and I was keenly aware of how incredibly hard my aching cock was. It was hard to resist not just fucking her right then and there, but I kept to the plan that Dad had laid out for me.
Over on the bar, I saw the little plaid colored kit my father had left for me. I tore my eyes away from the hot assed slut and quickly retrieved it. Down in the bottom (naturally) I found what I was looking for first, a pair of clips, nipple clips that were attached to each other by a chain. The targets were easy, they were pointing nearly an inch in the air and were as thick as the tip of my little finger. Terri gasped as I attached the first clip and pinched her nip. She moaned loudly as the second clip gripped her erogenous flesh. She always seemed to have a direct connection between her nipples and her cunt and immediately her pelvis began rotating, grinding her ass into the bed.
I allowed her to grovel for a few minutes and adjust to the clips. “You like that, baby?” I whispered while flicking a nipple clip.
“Hmmmmmm!” she moaned.
“How about this?” I asked while gently jerking the chain and tugging on both clips at the same time.
The bed shook as Terri jerked against the restraints and she emitted a moan like a wail that ended as though choked off in a guttural huffing series of grunts. I gently tugged again and again and watched as she twisted and shook, making unintelligible noises. Then I noticed something else… a wet spot on the bedsheet under her ass… she was dripping!
Not one to let available juicy pussy go to waste, I stopped jerking her chain and maneuvered my mouth to her now pulsing pussy. “Yesssssss!” she screeched as I burrowed my tongue into her sopping furrow, sucking up the copious female juices that were running from deep within her cunt. Noisily I slurped and wallowed my entire face between her engorged labia and she thrust her hips into my face, trying to increase the contact between my entire face and her entire pussy. Soon the hip thrusting morphed into large scale hip oscillations. She screamed out her pleasure as her first orgasm of the night consumed her totally. Thereafter, she was like a fish on a hook, struggling fruitlessly as I ate her out. Unable to free herself, she had no choice but to cum and cum again and again until she was exhausted.
I gave her a short break and a sip or three of VO and Coke, not caring how much ran from her mouth and down her chest for me to lick clean.
The next object pulled from Dad’s kit was an electric Swedish Massager, one of the big things that fit on top of the hand and powered with 110 AC. Battery powered vibrators were years away. I ran two fingers up her cunthole and rested my thumb on her clit and turned the thing on. It had two speeds, on and off, and in the on position you could hold a glass of cream and make butter.
Again the bed shook as she flailed against the restraints and hollered for mercy. Of course there was no mercy, just another wild ride through euphoria. I’ll be damned if she didn’t piss all over the bed! Or at least I thought she was pissing. With that thing plugged into the wall, we were lucky not to have been electrocuted! I yanked my hand away and quickly turned the massager off, removed it from my hand and marveled at the mess we’d made.
Next I retrieved the bottle of grape-seed oil from the kit and liberally coated my hand. Her cunt was gaping open, so I just pored some down the hole. Then cupping her cunt, I inserted my two middle fingers and began thrusting into her as rapidly as I could and banging into her clit with the heal of my hand. Terri squealed and fought fruitlessly. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting wildly around my fingers… then it happened. I felt it and pulled out, and watched in stunned awe as she shot a stream of clear liquid nearly to the foot of the bed! I finger fucked her again and was soon rewarded with another aquatic display. She was giggling now, with the biggest smile on her face that I’d ever seen; it was a look of total serenity. Even more amazing was how mottled the skin of her tits looked.
I was more than ready to get my rocks off too and eager to wipe the smile off her face. I crawled up, straddled her face and stuffed my erection in her mouth. The smile may have been gone, but her tongue action was nothing short of joyful. While she sucked and licked, I thrust my cock, face fucking her, taking it a little deeper every fifth stroke until all eight inches of thick cock meat had all but disappeared. Through years of experience, I knew when she needed to take a breath and retreated sufficiently for her to take a couple of breaths, then I’d drive my cock down her throat again.
That just felt too incredibly good for me to last very long, but I wasn’t worried. I was a virile nineteen and a quick refractory period was taken for granted. I’d be ready to fuck her in about five minutes after cumming, and I did.
After that first BJ and a fuck, I released her from the restraints. We had a drink, stripped the soiled sheets and cleaned the water proof pad and then put on fresh sheets. We had another drink and then got after it again. I used the massager and grape-seed oil again, but this time on her asshole. I had her flat on her back with her legs secured in the air and pulled back towards the headboard. The position rotated her ass upward and gave me easy access. I turned the massager on and then drove my middle finger up her ass while my thumb again rested on her clit.
“Oh, god, yesssss!” she shouted over and over until her climax sucked the air out of her lungs. Quickly I discarded the massager and ran my cock up her asshole while she was still orgasming. That drove her to another peak and I felt her gut churning as I ass fucked her. Having cum twice in the last half-hour, I was nowhere near cumming soon and gave her an ass fucking to remember.
I did show mercy and untied her, only to reposition her hanging off the bed on her stomach and reaming her butt while I stood up.
It was a great night of fucking and sucking, and a night of sexual excess. We probably screwed non-stop until five AM, before I collapsed from total exhaustion. I think she could have fucked for hours more.
We stirred around ten thirty the next morning, showered and made our way down to Brennan’s for brunch. The Eggs St. Dennis are still a favorite of mine. After breakfast, a bottle of champagne and a desert of Bananas Foster we made it back to the apartment for a nap and a leisurely fuck.
That’s how we spent the next four days, sallying forth for a poor-boy or muffuletta around noon, and then screwing until dinner time, eat, maybe hit Preservation Hall for some great old fashioned New Orleans Jazz, or maybe hit the Piano Bar at Pat O’Brian’s, and then it was time to screw again.
One night she dragged me into this gay bar, except the term gay wasn’t coined at that time. She recognized a couple guys, friends of Julian’s and we sat with them for a while. Next to us were these semi-obese guys, dressed in dingy brown smocks, dresses actually, like something a monk would wear. The guy sitting next to me hiked his dress and exposed himself and worked himself into a hard-on. His friend then lifted his dress and sat in the first guys lap, impaling himself. Firmly seated, he then let down the helm to conceal the fact that they were publicly engaging in sodomy, though the way the guy was squirming and moving in the other guy’s lap left little to the imagination. I told Terri that I wanted to “get the hell out of here and right now!” She thought it was very funny.
We could have stayed at Dad’s place another two days, but we ran into Julian, the artist, while on the hunt for lunch. “I’ve been hoping to find you,” he told her and ignoring me. “I’ve got us a great gig. A rich couple, both artists, want to do a series with you. They want us for week… a solid week and we’ll do it at their place up on St. Charles. They pay good too for models. Very good.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow?”
Tomorrow? We, I…”
“It’s a chance to make some big money, honey, so if lover boy doesn’t mind, we’ve got business to attend to.”
Terri looked to me with pleading eyes. I knew she needed the money for college, but spending a week being screwed by who knows who while Julian and these two “artists” recorded their impressions… But then again, I was fucked out and needed a week’s rest myself. Still…
I thought we’d have one more night before the real world intruded on our holiday, but it wasn’t to be. Julian wanted to introduce her that night and she really didn’t need to go home for a change of clothes, hell, she had her toothbrush and she’d be nude for the entire week. Still, she needed to check in and get a few things, so I took her home.
To be continued...
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