I'll kick it off with this letter from a reader:
It
was in the winter of 1981. I know this because I recall it was about a
month and a half after John Lennon was shot in NYC. As project manager I
was finishing the construction of a large industrial furnace in the
Mobile, Alabama, area. The job was complete except for the trial
shakedown phase and turning over to the customer. It had been a long
job and my crew had returned to Houston with the exception of one
technician, a young man named Tim (I don't remember his last name) who
was about 15 years younger than I was. At that time I was 38 years
old. Tim was a diminutive young dude about 5'4" or so and weighed maybe
130 pounds. For that reason he had the nickname "Munchkin". We had
both been away from without a break for at least two weeks and it was
Friday night and we were scheduled to drive the company truck back to
Houston the next day. (It could have been Saturday evening/night but it
was one of those two days.) I was also separated from my wife at the
time. Tim had a girlfriend (young with a nice body). I knew Munchkin
mostly from work and had never done any partying with him, but I knew
him well enough to be comfortable around him.
Mobile
is often warm or at least temperate in February and this was one of
those nights, somewhere in the mid-50 degree range. Of course the sun
went down early, so the nights were long. Downtown Mobile had some
interesting bars and at least one brothel in '81. The brothel was
called the "55 Club" because you went into the bar on the ground floor
and talked to the girls. If things were "right" between you and the
lady, the bartender was handed $55 cash and that got you the basic
service upstairs above the bar. The standard fare was a blowjob or
straight vaginal sex. Anything "special" would cost more and was
negotiated directly with the lady. Tips were expected and regular
customers were known to be either good tippers or cheapskates. I had
visited the place two times (I think, might have been three, but I
didn't have a lot of cash) just to keep my seminal vessels drained.
In
any case, after Munchkin and I got some dinner, he, mostly, wanted to go
downtown and get a blow job. He was emphatic that he needed some
relief. So I drove to the 55 Club. Just as we pulled into the parking
lot, a station wagon with three girls pulled in and as we got out of the
company truck (the truck had a magnetic sign on the side which we had
removed and put behind the seat) and shouted at us in so many words that
they were hooking and could give us a better deal than the 55 Club.
All we had to do was to follow them to the Quality Inn (might have been
the Best Western) on the Airport Road. So we took off following them
for a ride of about 5 miles.
When
we got to the motel parking lot, the girls climbed out of the wagon. We
were all wearing light jackets except for one of the girls who was
wearing a long lightweight overcoat. She opened her coat to reveal a
plump round preggo belly and she said with a laugh: "I got caught."
One of the girls was tall about 5' 10 and the other two about "standard"
height, say 5'5 or 5'6. I am about 5' 8 which makes me on the short
side and I really like tall girls, so I kind of wanted the tall one.
As
it turned out, the tall girl, who let's say since my memory is not
absolute on this, called herself "Joy" and the other non-pregnant girl
called herself "Pam." I'm sure that those were not their names, but who
cares. The preggo girl never said her name, or I don't remember. When
we got to their room it became immediately obvious that the tall girl,
Joy, wanted the Munchkin. She was about the same age as the Munchkin
and was almost gushing over him. Later she purred that "He's so cute, I
just want to take him home." The senior girl and the one that made it
clear that she was obviously in charge and the leader of the group was
Pam. Pam informed us that they had some VIP customers coming by at ten
and that we would be on a schedule so as to be gone by then. This was
her way of making clear that we were not going to have anything but a
one-pop date. The preggo girl said: "I'm tired of watching people
fuck, I'm going to the bar" and she left the room. Drinking while
pregnant was not quite so onerous in that day.
Pam it turned out was
about two years my senior and so Tim and I placed our $50 each in Pam's
hand and we all got undressed. The room had two standard sized beds
with a nightstand in between. There was a table and a sofa at the far
end of the room next to the window so it would have been described in
the day as a "business suite" Pam and I had a brief talk (we were more
than a decade older than the Munchkin and Pam and therefore a little
more compatible.) and mostly I remember that she professed a liking for
heroin. I had some experience with drugs, cocaine, weed, ludes, speed,
and some knowledge of acid, but I had never seen any heroin. She
surprised me, but she seemingly was not holding and that was the extent
of the conversation. Much later I wondered if the 10 o'clock
appointment was her connection, but then again maybe they didn't even
have one, although Pam's actions seemed to indicate that it was a fact.
As
we got undressed, I noticed how really attractive Joy was. Joy at
about 5' 10 had beautiful legs and she was very pretty. Nice petite
breasts, trim with a great complexion. Pam was average in most every
way but she was soft, warm and I was happy enough. (I have often
thought how things would have turned out if I had chosen the preggo
girl; it crossed my mind at the time but only in passing.) Pam and I got
onto the bed closest to the bath and I went down on her. Pubic hair
was in vogue then and hers was neatly trimmed with a sweet tummy. As I
best recall she had a nice pleasant taste and and after a while she
sighed with a little quiver and said "I've had enough of that" and
gently lifted my head and invited me to mount her. On the way up I
noticed that Joy was giving the Munchkin a blow job and I figured (so
wrongly) that he would pop his load any moment. So I climbed up slipped
inside my lady and in what seemed too short (always) I busted my nut. I
remember saying, "I'm coming y'all, I'm coming." Condoms were not
generally used in that day and I don't remember Pam being exceptionally
wet on entering her but my cum certainly slicked her up.
Pam
lead me to the bathroom and washed my dick in the sink. This was
noticeably old school even for 1981 and I was pleasantly surprised by
this. I was wondering if she was just keeping me in the bathroom so
nature could run its course on the other bed. She handed me a towel and
picked up one of two douche bags, this one was white, that were laying
across the tub and proceeded to fill it with water from the tub faucet.
It split down the middle on one of the side seams. She cursed just a
little and informed me that it was two years old and had served her well
but could I go ask Joy if she could use Joy's red bag. (I just now
wondered what the preggo girl had if anything, there were only two bags
in sight.)
I
stepped back into the room and Joy and the Munchkin were going at it
missionary style. All this time I never saw Munchkin's dick, just an
average looking pair of balls bouncing in his nut sack. Pam came right
behind me from the bath and I don't remember exactly how but she got the
pair to get into doggy with Pam sitting Indian style on her knees
behind Munchkin. I was standing between the beds close to Joy's head
which she had placed on top of her forearms so her ass was sticking up.
Munchkin, too, was on his knees, going in and out. I noticed Pam began
to play with his nuts from behind. I saw her reach between her legs
with her right hand and get some slick stuff from her pussy. At the
time I didn't think about my cum still residing in her snatch. Her hand
reached towards the Munchkin's ass. Suddenly he got a "deer in the
headlights" look on his face and went almost catatonic. I didn't think
much at the moment about Pam slipping into his ass and rubbing his
prostate. I just was too busy being still and watching him have a
killer orgasm. He didn't move hardly at all, he didn't groan, or even
seem to breath hard, he just was frozen while his auto reflex
involuntarily took over. Even as exciting as this seemed, a wonderful,
rich aroma wafted up from Joy and Tim's crotch area. It was an amazing
scent of sexual fluids being blended which I had smelled before but
never so intense or so overwhelming. Even though my gear had been
drained, this odor reached my lizard brain and set my primal libido into
an almost aroused again mode. Wow, that was cool. I noticed Pam had
remained motionless during the moment and was very still just sitting
behind. I glanced down at Joy's face and a sly smile came across her
and she said, "That's a BIG load!"
Pam
guided the Munchkin off the bed and lead him into the bath. He looked
completely spent, somewhat shaky, and like a little sleepy puppy that
mommy dog was pulling back into the den. He was compliant in every
way. Pam asked Joy if she could use her douche bag and Joy said yes and
slipped off the side of the bed. She started around the foot of the
bed towards the sofa area and said: "Damn, it's running down my leg, get
me something." Her voice was not imperious, more of distress. I looked
and down her beautiful right thigh, a silver white ribbon of jizz about
4 or 5 inches long was drooling on her skin. It stunned me for just a
second as I contemplated how totally erotic it was. I then hastily went
back to the bath and got a wash cloth. Pam was washing the Munchkin's
pecker just like she did for me. I was just a little jealous that I
hadn't filled my lady to the overflowing point like Tim. Ah, youthful
production! I took the washcloth to Joy and she shoved it into her
crotch.
Tim
and I got dressed and as we left, of course, we had to pass by the
bathroom door. Both girls were sitting side by side on a towel on the
edge of the tub with their legs inside the tun. Joy's red douche bag
was hanging from the shower curtain and the hose disappeared between her
legs. We exchanged pleasantries and departed. It was sort of
sentimental to see the girls enjoying their feminine moment with the
shared douche bag and the silver streak. It capped off a great
adventure. We badass males got our vesicles tapped and again the pussys
were prepared for the next draining.
