lodged in my groin, its fuse lit, likewise getting ready to explode.
'Then, sure enough, it happened. Milly's volcano erupted first, shooting a mighty avalanche of her luscious hot lava gushing down my throat and all over my face, while she screamed out loud and vehemently in the extreme violence of her ecstasy. 'Oh, I'm coming… I'M COOOOOOOMM-MMMIIIINNNNGGGG! Oh shit, fuck, drink it up…drink it uuuuuuppppp! No, don't,stop, stop, I cant stand it… you're ki l l i n g me… kiiilllllliiinnnggg meeeeeeee!!'
'Next it was my turn and I felt like I was being turned completely inside out. I don't know just how much of my come Jen was getting out of me, but, I swear, it felt like ten gallons. It actually sort of felt like… like all of the come I was draining out of Milly was combining with mine, and gushing out with mine, right into Jen's eagerly awaiting throat. No, more than that. It actually felt like Jen was drawing out everything guts and blood and bones. Every thing.
'And when she had just about got everything out of my insides, it was her turn to erupt. Poor Jen. In a way, I kind of felt sorry for her still do. When she had that terrific orgasm of hers, she simply gulped at my pecker a few times, determined to get the last drop out of me, then went into a violent fit of crying and sobbing, finally collapsing in a quiet, convulsing heap. I noticed through my weak, blurry eyes that Milly was sort of passed out on the divan, too. So I did the same thing just flopped and went to sleep.
'In a way, Millicent living with us was a perfect setup: I got all of the female passion juice I wanted from her, and both she and Jen got all of the male come they wanted from me. You see, they would take turns sucking my peter after that first time, switching off on the average of twice a day, which meant that I'd be brought to orgasm about four times a day. Still, in another way, it was a terrible, disastrous set-up. Not for them, but for me. They were actually thriving on it, getting more healthful and vigorous and sex-hungry with each passing month, while I was losing weight and strength to the point where I could hardly come at all just a drop or two at the most.
'Then when I finally got down to ninety pounds and drew a complete blank in the come department, they left me, both of them. They had already, a couple of months before, found themselves another big muscle man, so when I ran out of gas completely, they just moved in with him. Poor guy. If I can ever manage to get my health back, I'm going to warn him. I only hope I'm not too late.'
It was a narrow escape for Bradshaw, the subject of this pitiful case. Shortly after the completion of his interview by a team of astounded physicians, he lapsed into a critical state of pneumonia, brought on by acute exhaustion and malnutrition. But thanks to massive doses of antibiotics and intravenous vitamin injections, he survived the crisis. In their prognosis, however, the attending physicians have expressed the lamentable opinion that he will never again be really strong.
Chapter 4
Urchin Girl
'I remember I was awful scared when I ran away from home, because I had no place to go and no money except fifty cents. And I was 'fraid as all-get-out that some policeman or truant officer would see that I was only twelve years old and wonder why I wasn't in school. They'd pick me up sure, I thought, and ask me where I live. Then they'd take me back to Ma and she'd give me another bad lickin' for runnin' off. The mean ol’ bitch! She may be my ma and all that, but oh, how I hate her! I jus' couldn't take another one of her lickin's. 'Cause she was always sloppy drunk I don't remember her when she wasn't sloppy drunk and she whipped me for most any little thing. And she always whipped me hard, with all her might, cussin' at me like she hated me worse'n anybody. Me, her own daughter, and the only kid she's got.
'I guess Ma hates me as much as I hate her if that's possible. I know why, too. It's because I look a lot like my pa and she don't want to be reminded of him. He dumped her about a year before I ran away on account of her bein’ all boozed up all the time, and never keepin' the house clean, and using filthy language at him. Whenever he came home and didn't bring a bottle of whiskey for her, she'd call him a fuckin' son-of-a-bitch and asshole and things like that. And she'd throw things at him.
'Pa took it as long as he could. Even tried beatin' Ma up a few times to see if that would settle her down but it weren't no use. Then he met this other woman and jus' walked out on us. I never saw him after that, and neither did Ma. If he'd only taken me with him, I wouldn't have minded so much, but I guess he thought I'd get in the way with his new woman, I don't know. Or maybe… maybe he planned to come back for me. Maybe he still plans to come back for me. Golly, I sure hope so. If you ever met my Pa you'd see that he's a pretty nice guy.
'Anyway, I knew I couldn't get very far on fifty cents, so I spent it on a sandwich and walked out on the highway to the edge of town. By this time it was dark and I was gettin' awful worried ‘bout where I was gonna sleep. One thing was sure: I didn't want to try hitchhiking out of town at night because I'd heard how dangerous that was for girls by themselves; how guys pick girls up and beat them even kill them if' they don't take their clothes off and let the guy screw them. I sure didn't want that done to me get screwed, I mean 'cause it might give me a baby and I was too young to have a baby. Besides, I’d never been screwed before in my whole life, except by my own little finger, and I knew it would hurt, maybe real bad. I knew from seem' my Pa naked once that men's things are a lot bigger than my fingers.
'So that first night I jus' found me a parked car that wasn't locked and went to sleep in it. The next morning real early I got back on the highway and stuck my thumb out for a ride. In a little while some old farmer came along in a pickup truck and offered me a lift all the way into Kansas City, which was jus' fine with me. Course I didn't know anybody there, but it was a good long way from my Ma and that was all that mattered to me. If I couldn't board and room in Kansas City for doin' some housework or something like that, well, I'd jus' hitchhike off to somewheres else.
'The old geezer I was ridin' with didn't bother me too much. He didn't try to screw me, though I think he would've liked to. He jus' told me I had pretty legs for my age and did I mind if he put his hand on them. I said I didn't mind bein' a little afraid that he'd stop and let me out in the middle of nowhere if I said I did and he' started runnin' a hand back and forth between my legs, all the way to my panties. Golly, he sure musta got a charge outa doin' that, 'cause he was breath in' real hard and his overalls were stickin' up on his lap. I'd heard my girl friends say at school that when a boy's pants stick out like that, it means they are sexually excited. 'Hot pants,' they called it.
'Well, pretty soon the old geezer stuck his hand inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. And that got him even more excited. Got me excited, too. Really, it was the first time anyone had done that besides myself, I mean. Somehow, it felt a lot better when he did it, 'specially when he started workin’ his big, knobby finger into my slit. It felt so good that I jus’ spread my legs real wide, hopin' that he'd go down farther and stick his finger into my hole. At least try it. His finger was a lot bigger than mine, so maybe it would go in and maybe it wouldn't.
'But d'ya know what? He didn't try it. I guess he was jus' too excited. Instead, he swung off onto a side road a little way, where there were no houses around, and hauled out his big thing. And I mean it was really BIG! At least it seemed that way to me then, 'cause it was the first time I'd ever seen a man's dick up close, all hard and everything. And once he had it out so I could see it real good, he said: 'Here, girl, take this in your mouth… quick! It's startin' to pop off and it's gotta have somethin’ to pop in. Hurry, girl… hurry!’
'Golly, I didn't want to, but there he was a-beg-gin' me, like if I didn't he'd get mad and dump me out or somethin'. So I jus' went ahead and did what he asked. I took his big, throbbin’ dick in my mouth I mean, jus’ the big knob at the end and waited to see what was gonna happen. I guess I waited only 'bout a second, then he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and pulled down hard until his dick was clear up in my throat, gag-gin’ me. And the next thing I knew, it was shootin' a little stream of hot juice into my throat. 'Ah, that's my little sweetie… you've got me coooomiiiing! Ahhhhhhh… that's good! Now drink, girl… swallow it down… swallow it all down!’
'Pardon the expression, but shit! how could I help but swallow it all down? He was still holdin' my head all the way on his rod and that stuff was oozin' further and further into my throat. And, on top of that, I had the feelin' that he wasn't gonna let up on my head till I had swallowed it, every drop. And it really didn't taste so bad a little salty, that's all.
'When the old guy was all done shootin', which didn't take more'n a minute, he let me up, stuck his dick
