CHAPTER 1
Naughty by Nature
GONE WITH THE WIND
It was like a jail break. A bunch of us Army recruits were let loose after weeks without pussy, on a payday. After a bus ride from Fort Knox into Louisville, I crossed paths with two girls at some obscure night club. My first time off base, first time without the supervision needed for any teenager, my first libidinous mission evolved as two females rocked my carnal world.
The light-skinned one, Ruby, was not the type a coochee connoisseur would call eye candy. She had small breasts and just a noticeable bump of firm, high-sitting hips that reminded me of a bubble on postal wrap. She had tee-tee boodee. The thing that most grabbed my eye was her stance and gait in heels.
When Ruby strutted or danced her legs were spread as if somebody was fisting her. That boodee bustled under her skirt, like her pussy was primed for prickly punishment. Gapped thin thighs made it appear as if this ho was inviting dick. It made me take notice but I expected crossing that line would require begging. I wont about that, at first. Still wanting to touch whatever I could, I went over there to do the "bump" with her.
Her friend, Francis, was big-boned and I wondered how she got all that black in back stacked in her slacks. "Dey call me "Bay-bay," she told me. It was easy to mistake her cushion for curves. Her breasts were full, thighs thick, and shelfed-ass appealing. Although robust in the midsection she didn't appear to be that stank, sweaty kind of BBW. Her arms were perfectly rounded for a hug after a hurt and when she grabbed me to "slow drag" I found her ass soft.
Both girls were running game on me and being naturally inquisitive and aggressively horny I was in play. No doubt, they came as a pair, I noticed, because when I bought one a drink I had to buy for the other. Entertaining them both, needless to say, was emptying my pockets. Mama's advice was in my ear and I tried to get away but they double-teamed me with "eyes." Ruby asked me if I had enough money for a motel room.
I hadn't pounded a pussy, it seemed, since Prohibition. When "Slim" used the words "money" and "room," I interpreted the words as "pussy" and "nutt." Secure with a round- trip Trailways bus ticket back to Knox, I said, "Yeah, let's get a room."
In hindsight, it seemed those females may have worked this type of arrangement before. Once we were in the motel room they went into the bathroom to talk, like those treasonous Republicans did on Obama's first inauguration to plan how to "Just Say No!"
Slim came out ordering me around. I figured we'd get it on while big gurl stayed in the bathroom and listened. That made me more excited. I always had to sneak to get a piece. Now, somebody was going to be listening to me fuck.
My first libidinous mission order was to assume an inferior position. That went against General Patton's tactics but pussy, I figured, needed to be conquered. "Git necked in lay down," I was told. I followed that cunt's commands like the lead canine of an Iditarod sled hearing the word "mush."
Usually, mutual hand jobs were how hoes and I got started but once we were both "necked" Slim invaded my space like The White Man colonizing Africa. She swung a leg across my chest, putting her butt in my face. Between her legs was scary hairy and stopped directly in front of my nose. We had a family dog, not a cat, and I wasn't sure whether I was allergic to feline fur. This sexual formation, I learned, was called the 69. Like the Army, it was new to me but from my parents and education I had been conditioned to learn first and later challenge or accept.
I thought Slim was going to sit on my dick. Conformity would have been made easier if she had done that. She failed to slide her hips towards my waist and I thought to myself, "This girl still got her ass in my face." As Ruby brandished her butt my hands naturally went up to block her hips from getting too close. This wasn't the way I learned to fuck so I spoke up. "What are you ...?" Slim cut me off. "Hush," she said. That "Hush" sounded, to a dogg like me, an order like "mush" so I did as she demanded.
I was 18 years old; young, dumb, and full of cum; a thousand of miles from home; in an unfamiliar land with two hoes; and about to receive a porno lesson from horny, uncertified teachers. I supported public education and felt fortunate to get any type of scholarship. I decided to go with the flow.
Ruby began a personal relationship with my rod. Several times, as my jacked dick got larger, she would say, "Jesus" or "Lord have mercy." When the penis was completely stretched out, she whispered, "Naw, fuck naw. Dis muthafucka too big." She had told me to "hush" so I kept quiet. As my attention returned to keeping her ass away from my face, the red bone measured my member via her hands climbing my dick. I was flabbergasted.
Slim yanked my yoke with her left hand, underhanded, like she was restricting a puppy from running into the street. Being right-handed myself I defined her left paw as perpetrating on my pulsating penis. She worked angles of stroke that my individual adolescent efforts had never achieved.
Ruby's southpaw grip did it for me. A left-handed ho was Superman's kryptonite. The iron flag just below my pelvis was stiff, signaling danger like a polecat's tail or a snake's rattle. My dick was filled like a frank and I was on a ball-busting bluff of a sexual apex of potential energy, like a bicycle pedal nearing its optimum position of "Go!"
I was "shocked!, shocked!" when Ruby used her jaws as pliers and pulled my penis with her mouth. My dick head was wrapped in warm and wet in something that grabbed. Her mouth became a competitor to pussy. The fact that this ho not only put her mouth on my dick but was sucking it blew my mind. I looked around the corner of her hips to make sure what I was feeling was what I was seeing. She looked like a chicken pecking at feed. My mission objective to stab Ruby's cunt with my cock became secondary.
As I was looking at her coochee it manifested itself like a visitor from outer space with parallel lips. I recognized it's propensity to pervert my mind and that made it distressful for a sexual retard. The alien was covered sparsely with hair which concealed any earthly vaginal features I had seen in men's magazines. I wasn't sure if it would bite, growl, or engulf. Had it spoken and said, "I mean you no harm" or "I cum in peace" or "Boo!" I believe I would have run up outta there. In the night's light, that thing looked like a giant caterpillar from some "B" movie.
There was apprehension towards making contact with the alien yet I didn't want to act like a punk, as if I had never seen a movie monster before. I squeezed Ruby's ass, with a cheek in each hand, as protection against any possible alien sneak attack.
Slim was a pro in my book, especially in the way she mashed my balls without hurting them. She handled my heredity holders like she was fondling favorable dice. She manipulated mouth on my dick head like a SSBBW breaching a box of bon bons. It didn't occur to me that she expected me to take on the...
