Chapter 3

DAY 03 LUCILLE AND RICHY: This woman is not what one could consider sexually attractive. She is an unkempt, somewhat slovenly woman with a tendency toward chubbiness. It is easy to see that in a few years she will be obese.

Lucille lives in a run-down section of Los Angeles with her husband and son. She and her husband are gross, vulgar and totally unconcerned about the future. They are given to loud arguments and actual fights, calling each other the most vile names in their vocabulary, and in a volume that can be understood as far as the next block. Subsisting on the welfare dole, they do not have much in the way of furnishings for their one-bedroom apartment. Although they receive enough money from welfare to provide them with food, it seldom finds its way into the local markets. Instead, the husband takes the money and finds the nearest bar, where he proceeds to guzzle all the cheap alcohol he can buy, neglecting the family table.

Seldom home, this husband has no concern for his wife or son, preferring the company of his equally alcoholic cronies. Living in this type of environment, it is no wonder that their son, Richy, is a truant from school and on his way to becoming an accomplished thief. He runs with a gang of boys and girls who steal anything not locked up, and they have been known to beat and rob a stranger who wanders into the area at night.

Lucille is the woman who made the statement: “Why should I let those prissy little cunts have all his cock? Damn it, I can provide my son with all the pussy he needs. There isn’t any reason for him to chase after some fucking slut and maybe get a dose of clap. At least with me I know he won’t get some disease because I don’t let anybody else fuck me!”

That statement may well be true. It is a known fact among the social workers of that area that sexual promiscuity is rampant, with a high rate of venereal disease among the young. As in most youthful gangs, the girls who belong are mostly admitted for the sole purpose of providing sexual relief to the male members. It is also a known fact that the particular gang that Richy belongs to, the girls are often required to prostitute their bodies to replenish the gang treasury. Needless to say, this type of activity brings venereal disease into the gang. The case came to the attention of social workers when Lucille opened an ugly gash on her drunken husband’s head one afternoon when he came home and caught her involved with their son in the act of what is considered to be a crime against nature—sodomy.

“Jesus, Mister, I’m a woman who needs her fucking all the time,” she told me bluntly. “That mother fucking husband of mine ain’t so damn hot when it comes to poking a woman’s pussy. He’s used up with all the whiskey he drinks. He couldn’t get a goddamn hardon if you shoved a young movie star’s pussy in his face!

“No, Richy’s different! Maybe he’s only eighteen, but he’s got a cock on him that you wouldn’t believe. Hell, who gives a shit if he’s my son or not? It ain’t no damn business of yours or anybody elses, is it? He’s my son, and by God, if I want to fuck him, I’ll damn well fuck him!

“I don’t give a shit what you or anyone else say about it being dirty. And don’t you try to use them big high falutin’ words on me, mister. Maybe I ain’t so smart, but I ain’t dumb, neither. I know when somebody is trying to make me look bad. You want to know about me and my son, you just don’t get smart with me, you hear? Ain’t gonna put up with no bad-mouthin’.”

I assured this woman, hastily, that I had no intentions of getting “smart” or “bad-mouthin’” her. I found her not only extremely vocal about her incestual relations, but so aggressive I actually feared for my safety. Lucille is not only heavy, but almost six feet tall, and to me, she appeared to be not only able, but more than willing to rip a man apart if he “bad-mouthed” her.

Although I have never thought of myself as a physical coward, I nevertheless decided I would interview her son, who was slight of build. I found Richy—understandable when we consider his home life—to be as vocal and vulgar as his mother.

“Aw, the old lady ain’t so bad,” he said. “Sure, she talks a lot, and beats the shit out of the old man now and then, but she ain’t bad. She don’t ever hit me and I can do just about what I want with her. ‘Course, she ain’t the pussy them young chicks are, but hell, man, I ain’t particular. Pussy is pussy and I’ll fuck what I can get.

“Yeah, I know she don’t like for me to stick it in the girls, but what she don’t know ain’t gonna hurt her. Hey ... you ain’t gonna tell her I been fuckin’ them girls, are you? Shit, she may decided to beat the shit out of me like she done the old man!

“You know how it is, man. One of them girls drops her drawers and gives you a look at her slit, well, shit, a man’s got to get some. We got this girl who hangs around with the gang. She ain’t much biggern’ a fart in a strong wind. She’s nineteen, I think. Anyway, she wants to run around with us so bad, she spreads it around to all the guys. She don’t care if the other girls hang around and watch, neither.

“I don’t much care for her. She’s got a nice tight pussy on her, but she ain’t got nary a hair on that box. I like hair on my pussy, man. If a girl has hair on her box, that means she’s a woman. Now, my old lady, she’s got hair all over her box, even in her asshole! Shit, she has hairs growing around her tits.

“There was this one cunt us guys got hold of one night. She was one of them society cunts. You know the. kind, clothes that cost more than welfare gives us in one mouth. One of those hairdo jobs that cost a fortune. She wasn’t young, but she wasn’t old, either. We caught her walking around the neighborhood one night. I don’t know what she was after, unless it was some fuckin’. Lots of women come down here to get their kicks, man. They pop their cookies by slummin’ with us poor white trash.

“Well, we grabbed this bitch and hauled her into this vacant apartment house the county ain’t tore up yet. She tried to fight us some, but not very hard. Hell, she didn’t even scream. We hauled her ass into one of the apartments and tore her clothes off. She was scared when we got her naked, but when we started pulling a train on her, she didn’t do nothin’ but moan and wiggle her butt all over the place. There was about six or seven of us guys that night, and one or two girls. The girls didn’t do nothin’ with her. They just stood around and watched us guys hump her.

“That rich cunt wanted some dick, mister, and dick is what she got. Man, we fucked that cunt until she could hardly walk! She didn’t report us. None of those girls or women ever report us. Hell, they come down in our neighborhood for it! There ain’t no other reason they come here for. They know they’re gonna get pronged when they show up.

“We got hold of one woman that was a goober gobbler. Yeah, man, she gobbled every damn goober in the crowd! She wasn’t old, either. I’d guess she was in her twenties, and she showed up in this big shiny car and just parked there until us guys started messing around. She had on this raincoat, and nothin’ else. We made cracks about her. You know, about her tits and that kind of thing. She sat in her big shiny car and just smiled at us. Then that cunt opened up the door of her car and pulled her raincoat open. Shit, man, she let it all hang out! What I mean is, she didn’t have nothin’ on under that raincoat.

“She held her raincoat open and let us look at her. Her tits wasn’t anything to look at. They were all flabby and hung down to her belly button. But, man, she had pussy hair! She had pussy hair all over the fuckin’ place. She right out asked us guys if we wanted to fuck her. ‘Course we wanted to fuck her. Hell, we fuck ‘em all! Young or old, it don’t make no difference. They want some cock, we give ‘em cock. Sometimes they pay us money, but mostly we have to take it away from ‘em. But don’t let that fool you, mister. They like to fight a little. You know, makes ‘em think they resistin’ us guys. That way they can say they done been raped if their old man asks too many questions. But it’s like I said, nobody ever reports us for doin’ it to ‘em.

“Anyway, we took this goober gobbler in that old empty apartment house and she asks all us guys to stick our dicks out. She made a big thing out of having so many dicks hanging out of the guys pants. Then she took her raincoat off and started playing with all the dicks. One of the guys said he was gonna fuck her but she told him she didn’t want no fuckin’, that what she wanted was to suck our dicks. She straight out told us she was a cock sucker and that she got her kicks by tasting cock. Shit, man, that was okay with us guys. Most of us had our cocks sucked by the girls in the gang, so we knew what it was all about. We figured she was a little buggy, though. Most girls we know don’t much like to suck a guy, ‘specially when he comes in her mouth.

“This goober gobbler got on her knees and told us guys to start feedin’ her our cocks, one after the other. I was fourth or fifth in line, and after I watched her gobble them other guys, I was about ready to blow my wad! Man, she took them dicks all the way in her mouth and sucked ‘em dry! I was kinda worried she’d be tired when it came my turn, but when I got my cock in her mouth, she wasn’t tired at all. She sucked me so hard I thought for sure she was gonna pull my dick off and swallow it! When I blew off in her mouth, it felt like someone was draggin’ chains through my ass! Man, that was good! She was a mean cock sucker, that girl! I wouldn’t mind seein’ her come back to the neighborhood sometime.

“She must’a sucked ten cocks that day. When she finished with us, that woman had herself a belly full of come that would fill a horse! And you know what? After she got tired of blowin’ us guys, she put her raincoat back on and pretty as you please said, ‘Thank you, boys.’ Now, don’t that beat all?

“You wanna know about me fuckin’ Mom, huh? Don’t you wanna hear about them other women who come to our neighborhood for some cock?”

As the reader can see, Richy has little concern for his moral welfare. He is totally unconcerned about his activities not only with the gang he runs with, but with the young girls who provide them with sexual relations.

Actually, if one of the girls is threatened by outside gangs, the boys will protect what Ricky calls their ‘property’. To him, as it is to the others, the women who come into their neighborhood for the purpose of being seduced—or raped—is simply an accepted way of life. They do not feel they are doing any harm to themselves or the women, and Richy insists the women want it, so they give it to them.

I informed Richy that I would probably find it most enlightening to hear about his sexual episodes with ‘other women’, but it was his relationship with his mother I was particularly interested in hearing about.

“Well, one afternoon me and some of the guys snatched some bread off a truck that was makin’ deliveries. I had about ten loaves and I took ‘em home with me. It was one hot sonuvabitchin’ day, and we had been playing around with the fire hydrants.

“When I went in our house, the first thing I saw was my old lady sprawled out on the beat up old couch. She was sound asleep there. She had on this old dress, but it was way up around her waist. She had on a pair of panties, but they didn’t mean nothin’. They were full of holes and she had her snatch pointed right at me. I could see it, too. Black hair was stickin’ out of them holes and I could see part of her pussy.