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The year was 1943 and the war was in it’s second year. The comfortable life styles of the pre-war years were gone and replaced by the culture of a nation at war. The cozy town where I lived had grown from perhaps 20,000 people to perhaps 100,000 people living in tar-paper houses on land where cattle had grazed only a year earlier. Sailors fresh from the war frequented the bars and casinos and whore houses that flourished openly on he waterfront. Shipyard workers, from all over the country, lived in the temporary housing where every vice known to man flourished, albeit, a trifle less openly than along the waterfront. Meanwhile, those of us who had lived there before the war continued to live much as we had before, oblivious to the activities going on around us. We generally looked down on those new people as an inferior caste.

At seventeen, I was going to a school where we went in shifts and where many of the students were from that inferior caste. With fifty kids in the classrooms and all the good teachers at war, there was very little of the usual high school culture and most of the boys were making it with girls who were from their caste. I was of a different social class and those girls were simply not interested in me – or so it seemed at the time!

With my seventeen year old hormones raging, I decided to break all the rules and visit one of the brothels that offered sex at a reasonable price. Of the many whore houses available, I chose one on the edge of town, not far from my home that was rumored to be one of the more upscale places for my assignation. With the war on my only alternative was public transportation and so it was that I arrived at the Peachtree House. I got off the bus and with some hesitation to steel my resolve, arrived at the door of the house where a small sign advised me to ring the bell. I did.

Then, after a brief wait, my resolve failed me and I turned to leave just as the door opened and a beautiful, young woman dressed in a long pink, formal gown asked, Can we help you. My resolve returned quickly on seeing her and I was soon in the parlor. There, several other whores paraded themselves in front of me in their scanty costumes. None compared to the woman who opened the door and I took no interest.

Then, after a while, they left and the object of my attention returned to her station by the door where she turned and asked me, See anyone you liked? and I replied, Yes! You! After a moment she laughed and asked, Are you a virgin? and now caught I was forced to reply that I was. Then, she did a strange thing. . . she went into the kitchen and returned with a black lady why she stationed at the door. With that she got my money and deposited it with the black lady.

Then she turned to me and said, I don’t usually do clients any more but for you, I’ll make an exception. With that she took me out the side door to a room over the garage and explained that this was her private room – not for the clients! There she proceeded to unbutton my shirt and treated mer as tenderly as any woman ever has. She stripped me and turned for me to unzip her gown before doing a kind of strip tease for my benefit.

Then, after excusing herself to go to the bathroom, she returned and led me back to the sink in the bathroom where she washed my genitalia in warm water and I reacted with a boner such as I had never had before. I remember her smile as she looked at me while holding my tool in all it’s glory. I’m gonna like this, she said as she dried me off and we went to the bed where she laid the big towel over the cover and positioned me over it on my back.

With that, she climbed over me and positioned a knee on either side of my waist with her vagina directly over my cock. She smiled again as she said, Ready. I did not reply as I felt my cock slip into the warmest, dampest, smoothest channel I could ever have imagined. I tried to move – to assist in the fucking but was restrained by her as she directed the action. She was an expert with men and I unloaded my spunk into her after perhaps 30 seconds.

She held me close with my cock still in her for perhaps another minute as she caressed and petted me; then, I felt my tool stiffen as she knew it would and she rose up and off from me. Soon, she was on her back and I was over her in the dominant position as she gave me instructions. We fucked together like buddies while as she familiarized me with the art of coitus. This time, I felt real feeling as if she were personally involved and not just providing a service. Minutes passed as I reveled in a host of new sensations and took what the woman under me had to offer.

When I felt the now familiar sensation of the jizm rising in my balls, I cried out and she held me close for my second explosion. . . Then, we lay together in a warm atmosphere of tranquility as we talked about what was best about our act. I think I honestly loved that whore right then.

A few minutes later, she arose and we quickly dressed. As we prepared to depart the room, she looked me in the eyes and said, Now, get the hell out of here and find yourself a real girl. Don’t ever come back here again.

I never did!

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