Chapter 1: First Meeting

"Hey, Tucker, we're going to get laid, want to go?" Harry asked. "Sarge and Dan are already out in the car, come on." It was a payday and everyone else had cleared out of the barracks. I had money in my pocket so I went along.

The two NCOs sat in the front. Dan was behind the wheel of Sarge's big Buick. Harry and I sat in the back. Sarge took a swig of whiskey from a pint bottle and passed it around. We headed north, I believe, out of Phoenix.

I never understood why they invited me to go with them. Except for being in the same squadron, we had little in common. They were aircraft mechanics, I was their clerk. The three of them had done tours in Viet Nam, which they talked about constantly, telling stories of their adventures in Nam and Rest and Relaxation leaves to Japan. I had not been out of the states, yet.

We found the small town and stopped at a service station to get directions to the brothel, only that's not what we called it. "We're going to get our ashes hauled," Dan told the pump jockey who laughed as he pointed out how to get to a big house on a dark side street.

The madam was short, big busted and had a bad disposition. She opened the door, looked us over and with a skeptical frown on her face. After looking beyond us, up and down the street, she ushered us inside.

The front room was small, lined with chairs on two walls; there was just enough space for the four of us to stand as we looked over the line of five girls the madam quickly assembled...

They stood in a row, showing a lot of skin, wearing short skirts and not much up top, presenting their wares with one leg out front. They ranged from knockout beautiful to, what's a nice way to put it? Dogs. I stood there, uneasy, rating them one through five in my mind. As the junior member of the group I knew my place, I would go last. Dan picked my 'one' and headed down the hall with her.

"Go ahead Randy," Harry said to me and Sarge, that's what we always called him, repeated what Harry had said. "Yeah kid, go ahead." I motioned for the tall slim blond, my number two. Harry was taking my number three and I heard Sarge say he would take the other two. Sarge had had more to drink than the rest of us.

"I'm Polly," my number 2 said as she led me down a hall and into a room on the left side of the narrow hallway. The room was small and sparsely furnished. In addition to the small bed there was a sink.

"Let's see your cock," she ordered as she closed the door. I whipped it out and she inspected me. Satisfied, she quoted the prices. "A straight fuck is 10 bucks, suck and fuck is 25, round the world is 50."

I peeled out two 10's and a 5 and ordered 'a suck and fuck, ' trying to sound confident and experienced. "Take off your clothes," Polly ordered as she opened the door and stuck her hand holding the bills through the opening, closing the door, empty handed.

She shed the little fringy thing she was wearing to cover her tits, then the little skirt. Being slim, her tits were not large but there was a lot of sag to them. Her bush was fine blond hair. I was having difficulty pulling my shirt over my head. My girl friend from back home had sent it, a heavy black shirt with lots of buttons around the neck. Polly became impatient and tried to help. We both fumbled with the buttons, me getting hard, seeing an honest to goodness pussy for the first time.

Polly sunk to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I thought I would cum immediately. She made slurping sounds and moaned as if my cock was special, the best she had ever tasted. I warned her, "Careful, you're going to make me cum."

She got to on her feet, mechanically like it was something she did fifty times a night. "Want me on top?"

Hell no, I wanted to be on top. I got no argument from Polly. She grabbed a pillow, quipping that she would sit on her throne. I played with her tits as she inserted my cock into her pussy. "Where did you learn to fuck like this?" she asked me. I was slamming into her as hard as I could. "It must come naturally," I answered, knowing that I could not hold out very long.

As I was putting my shirt back on there was a knock on the door. "We're done," Polly yelled out to the knocker. The whole thing had seemed perfunctory. She must have known that she was my first but had done nothing to make it special. The obvious way she had faked pleasure pissed me off. While I wasn't asking for my money back, it had been the best five minutes of my life, the experience left an unfulfilled feeling like there was something missing.

We gathered back in the small front room, sitting together, joking with the girls, waiting for Dan who was taking an extraordinarily long time with my number one.

In the car, passing the bottle around, Sarge bragged about his time with the two girls. "I was fucking one of them and said I wanted to fuck the other one. They changed places and I fucked the other one." Surprised that no one had gone for seconds, I announced that I was going back in. Sarge passed me the bottle, saying I should have another drink first.

The madam gave me a grouchy look but stepped aside and let me in. The line up was the same. Just as I was picking my number one, Tess was her name; there was a knock on the door. The others had followed me but I had gotten what I wanted, Tess. And I knew what I wanted. I had five 10s folded in my pocket.

Tess' room was across the hall from Polly's. "Drop your pants and show me your cock," she ordered as soon as we got inside. I told her that Polly had already passed me. She didn't care; she had to see my thing for herself. It seemed to surprise her that I wanted an 'around the world.'

As she watched me strip she went into a canned speech. Without my asking the question, 'what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' she told me how she had gotten started. She and another girl had set up business in a trailer at the edge of a town. Businessmen from the town had given them tips, how to clean up between tricks and how to stay on the right side of the law.

While telling me her story she moved toward the door, opening it, poking the bills

I had given her through, and continuing the story while I was getting my shirt off.

Tess began by kissing every part of my body, paying special attention to my nipples before moving down my stomach and engulfing my cock. Compared to the other four girls, Tess was beautiful. She was younger, there was very little sag to her breasts and her tummy was flat with only a slight bulge. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. There was a no nonsense approach to the way she conducted business. When she wanted to know if she could be on top I said sure. She was about five feet two and maybe one hundred pounds. Like a jumping jack, she bounced up and down on my cock while balancing herself with one hand on my chest. There was a slight bounce in her firm round tits. It was wonderful. I was relaxed, not worried about coming too soon but she must have known some tricks because it wasn't long before she had my nuts screaming for release. Even as my cock deflated, it felt like it was being wrung out from the constant milking action by her pussy walls. She watched my reaction, a determined look on her face. She seemed to take pleasure in bringing me off so quickly.

As we dressed she continued her story about the trailer at an edge of town and how the businessmen had kept the local police from busting them for prostitution. Reaching up to help me with the buttons on the shirt my girl friend had given me, she asked, "if I get to Phoenix sometime will you show me a good time?"

I didn't answer soon enough. We heard the sharp knock on the door. "Yeah, we're coming," Tess yelled. She gave me a quizzical look, her eyebrows raised. I nodded. She gave me a warm little girl smile.

On the way back to the base Dan razzed me for giving Tess my name and unit. Sarge, who was beginning to slur his words, was less critical. Harry howled, thinking it hilarious that I would take up with a whore.

Dan had overheard me tell her I was Randy Tucker and the name of our squadron. She had smiled and said she would count on me to show her a good time. Since she had not written anything down I decided she was just stringing me along, like Polly asking, 'where did you learn to fuck like this?'

We each had a slug of whiskey and settled back for the ride back to the base. Sarge went to sleep. The others were quiet, lost in their thoughts, I suppose, as was I. All in all, it had been a very enjoyable and entertaining evening. Being included in the older guys party was almost as important to me as getting laid. Having a willing pardoner was a lot easier than trying to get a date to go 'all the way.' There was a girl in Phoenix that I dated but not on a steady basis because every date ended the same way, frustration. Mary Ann was 18, just out of high school and a virgin. I could get her sopping wet with the lips of her pussy turned inside out. She would say stop and we would spend the next 15 minutes cooling off before starting up again. Those nights would always end the same, me promising myself I wouldn't call her again. But she was a cute girl and a good kisser and I would acquiesce. In some respects, those nights with Mary Ann were more fun than paying a prostitute to open her legs. More painful and less rewarding but fun just the same.

Having broken the barrier to what I perceived as my personal inexperience, I called Mary Ann for a date the next Friday night. By telling her I wanted to see a certain movie, I knew she would wear a skirt to look presentable. Once when I told her we would just drive around because I was short on money she had worn shorts. There was no way I could get them off of her. Seeing their daughter leave the house in a skirt was more acceptable to her parents who were skeptical of me anyway.

My plan in those days was always the same. Get out of the movie about 10 p.m., go to a deserted road near her house that Mary Ann had told me about and dry hump her, gradually moving her skirt up. She wouldn't have anything to do with me playing with her tits so I had stopped trying. Twice, when I had gotten a hand inside her bra I had discovered they were small anyway. Mary Ann knew my plan. She pushed her pelvis up to meet me, letting the skirt make its way up her thighs. I didn't know it then but I was probably rubbing her clit with each hump. God, she was hot! The aroma of her juices spotting her panties was captivating.

My plan was to move her panty crotch to the side and move my cock up and down her wet slit. But this involved timing. First I had to unzip my pants and risk her hearing the zipper go down, dig my stiff cock out of my shorts, and move the panty leg aside. I had the timing down; we had gone through the drill five or six times. I'll swear she wore old panties on our dates. New ones are too snug at the bottom to be moved aside easily.

The sound of my zipper made an ear shattering sound. Miraculously, Mary Ann didn't hear it. In the dark I fumbled with my cock, cursing myself for wearing jockey shorts which were stretched to the maximum. Supported above her on my right elbow, I only had my left hand free to work with. Freeing my cock, letting it breath in the cool Arizona night air, I felt for the bottom of her panties. The crotch was soaked. So far, so good.