Curtis' Services

Curtis knew he well-endowed since he was 12--and made the most of it. Still, he is surprised when his mother's friend wants him to service her lonely daughter.

Part One

My name is Curtis Murdoch. I was born in 1962 in a suburban community in Indiana. I was an only child who got along splendidly with my widowed mother. It was a rare occurrence when my mother had difficulty talking to me about something. She was usually quite garrulous. We had always been able to talk freely on just about any subject in the world, no matter how personal it might be.

Mom and I had been the best of buddies since that awful day seven years earlier when my father had been killed in an industrial accident at his place of work. I was 11 years old and in the fifth grade that spring day in 1973 when I was grimly notified by the principal at my school that I needed to go home right away to deal with a family matter. Mom eventually won a huge wrongful-death settlement in the case because the fatal and grisly accident that ended Dad’s life involved an untrained and unqualified employee who should not have been operating a forklift. The seven-figure settlement was helpful in the long run, of course. Mom never had to work another day in her life, but all that money didn’t bring my beloved father back.

In the intervening years, Mom had tried to be a father figure to me whenever possible, which was clearly impossible many times, but I truly appreciated her attempts. She had no trouble talking to me about anything—except sexual things. My Uncle Kenny was recruited to talk to me about the birds and the bees when I started to show an interest in girls shortly after my twelfth birthday. Eventually Mom felt comfortable chatting to me about my sex life, which was actually quite an active one for a middle school pupil.

I had been blessed with a larger-than-average manly appendage that my male school chums could not help but notice when we undressed and changed into our apparel for gym class. They admiringly referred to it as “Curtis’ weapon.” I tried as often as I could to put my weapon to use on the girls at my school. I wasn’t particularly choosy about whom the recipients were. If a female at my school hinted that she wanted to see my weapon in action, I quickly obliged. I don’t recall most of the girls’ names now, except that Mary Ferguson was the first young lady I ever screwed. I believe I lasted two full minutes with her. Uncle Kenny had stressed the importance of “pulling out” at the first sign an ejaculation was imminent, so I might have extended my romp with Mary to perhaps 2½ minutes had I not been so cautious. Be that as it may, Mary went down in history as the first girl to get sprayed with a load of my jism. I thought the sight of her torso being covered with my cum shot was the sexiest thing imaginable. Therefore, I easily preferred that climax over coming inside a girl’s vagina. Mary must have promoted my sexual prowess to her friends, because hardly a week went by without some curious girl wanting to sample my weapon. A great many of them I didn’t even know until they approached me to be serviced. It was all quite flattering for a middle school boy who wasn’t especially handsome.

Mom somehow learned about my string of short-term romantic adventures. All she said about it to me was, “Curtis, you are just like your late father. He had a big dick and was always wanting to use it whenever possible when he was your age. Just don’t deposit your seed into some slutty girl’s cunt, and I’ll have no objection if you fuck every girl in this county.” Mom had quite the way of putting things.

I tried my best to live up to Mom’s hyperbole. Throughout high school, I continued my fun hobby of pleasing any and all females with “Curtis’ fun services” as I liked to call them. From 1957 to 1963, there was a popular TV western called Have Gun—Will Travel starring Richard Boone. The title came from the fact that he was self-employed as a hired gunman and had that phrase printed on business cards. I was tempted to get similar business cards for myself that immodestly said “Have Dick—Will Travel,” but I decided against it as it seemed just a bit boastful. Still, I never lacked for one-night female companionship.

Part Two

It was during my senior year of high school, when I was 18, that Mom found herself uncharacteristically having difficulty talking to me one day. We were having lunch one Saturday afternoon in the kitchen. It was about 1 p.m. Mom had made her excellent macaroni casserole and had served me a huge portion. Three times she began to say something to me, only to stop in mid-sentence. I became exasperated and finally said, “Mom, please spit it out. What exactly are you trying to tell me? Is there something wrong that I need to know about?”

“No, nothing is wrong, Curtis,” she said. “In fact, I think you’ll get a kick out of this, I’m sure. Do you know Clara Chatsworth, one of the women in my bridge league?”

I barely knew her, but I said, “Yes, I do, Mom.”

“She has a daughter your age named Penelope. Her nickname is Penny. You likely don’t know her because she lives on the other side of town and attends a different high school than you do.”

I said nothing so Mom would get to the point sooner.

“Anyway, Penelope is a very plain girl. That’s being generous. She’s never had a boyfriend or even a date. Therefore, her mom was wondering…”

“Let me guess,” I interrupted. “You want me to take Penny Chatsworth out on a date sometime to make her and her mother happy.”

“You’re in the right ballpark, but that’s not exactly what your job would be,” Mom stated. “Clara Chatsworth just wants you to screw Penny with your big weapon.”

I almost fell out of my chair and onto the kitchen floor when Mom told me that. She patiently explained, “Somehow Clara Chatsworth learned about your special hobby. She is a widow, just like I am. She’s concerned that Penny will never be married, never have a sexual relationship, and never know the joys of even being intimate with a male. Therefore, she wants to know if you could drop by her house sometime this weekend and have a sexual fling with Penny. Her hope is that it might help bring Penny out of her shell. There’s no long-term commitment involved at all. This is just one of your typical one-off screws that you seem to enjoy so much. What do you think about that idea, Curtis?”

My first reaction was to laugh. I said, “Mother dear, are you pimping your own beloved son?”

Mom stopped, thought for a moment, and replied, “Well, yes, I guess you could put it that way.”

“You did put it that way!” I told her with a hearty laugh. Then I quickly agreed to the sordid proposition. “Sure,” I declared. “Why not make someone happy with my weapon? That’s why I have it. Fucking always makes me happy. I’ve screwed some real beauties over the years and some real gargoyles, too. No matter what the girl looks like, an ejaculation always feels the same to me—terrific! When am I supposed to show up at the Chatsworth home to do this carnal deed?”

Mom kissed me on the cheek and immediately picked up the telephone. She relayed the positive news to Clara Chatsworth: I was wholly agreeable to the idea of fucking her lonely teenage daughter at Penny’s earliest convenience. Mom relayed a special “ground rule” that I had to adhere to: Mrs. Chatsworth would be present to observe the sexual dalliance between her daughter and me “just to make sure things don’t get too far out of hand.” I had no objection at all to that. “I have a couple of ground rules, too,” I told Mom, “but I can discuss them in detail with both Mrs. Chatsworth and Penny once I get there.” I was told to arrive at 7 p.m., which was about six hours away.

Part Three

I felt a little bit like Richard Boone as I boarded the crosstown bus to start me on my way to the Chatsworth house. (Mom needed our car that night.) It was located at 133 Lincoln Parkway. I had prepared for my encounter with the mysterious Penny, whom I had never heard of until today, by showering, dressing reasonably nicely, and dabbing a bit of cologne on certain key areas of my body. Most of the girls I had fucked in the past liked its scent. I timed my journey well. One bus transfer and a ten-minute walk got me to the Chatsworth home at 6:54 p.m. I rang the doorbell.

Clara Chatsworth opened the door and greeted me with a smile and a handshake. Once I got a look at her face, I did vaguely recognize her as someone who had played bridge at my house on a few occasions. She seemed to have a better recollection of me than I had of her, telling me how she still envisioned me as an elementary school pupil who liked to wear baseball jerseys. I nodded and smiled even though I didn’t recall ever owning a baseball jersey in my life. I wasn’t much of a sports fan. She must have gotten me confused with another bridge player’s son.

I was quickly introduced to Penny. Mom was right. She was indeed quite a plain girl. She wasn’t ugly by any means—just very ordinary in every possible way. Penny was a bit lanky at 5’8”, had short-cut black hair, and she only possessed the slightest of feminine builds. Still, she was friendly and she seemed very eager to get intimate with me. She took me by the hand and sat me down on the living-room couch.

There was a palpable awkwardness at first, so I took the initiative to start the conversation. “As you know, I’m here to provide a service for Penny. We’re going to be sexually intimate together. I’m looking forward to it because I like sex and I do it a lot. Girls say I am well endowed, and I suppose I am. Therefore, I think I can please Penny quite well and have fun doing it.”

“Yes, that’s basically the reason I wanted you to come here, Curtis,” Mrs. Chatsworth said in reply. “When I made this suggestion to Penny, she was all in favor of it. She’s 18 and tired of being a virgin. The one ‘ground rule’ I mentioned to your mother was that I get to observe the goings-on—just to make sure Penny enjoys what you’ll be doing to her.”

“That’s not a problem at all,” I said. “Actually, I personally think that my being observed will add to the excitement. I have a couple of stipulations, too. The first one is no condom. I hate the damn things and they detract from the intimacy. Second, I will stay here at least as long as it takes me to have an ejaculation. When I do come, I insist on ejaculating on Penny—not into a tissue or off to the side, or any nonsense like that. Coming on my sex partner is something I absolutely insist upon simply because I like doing it as a climax to my lovemaking.”

“Penny, is all this okay by you?” Mrs. Chatsworth asked her daughter.

“Yeah, sure Mom. It sounds wonderful to me.” I noticed there was a huge grin on her face.

I responded to that by kissing Penny on the cheek. “I think we’ll get along splendidly, Penny. I can hardly wait to begin our sexual adventure together.”

“You don’t have to wait!” Mrs. Chatsworth said. “My large bed is waiting for you to use. I’ll just pull up a chair, sit quietly, and watch you two have your fun.” We all headed to the bedroom with Penny leading the way.

From that point onward, I tried to pretend there wasn’t a spectator present. I treated Penny like any other of my sexual conquests I’d had since the age of 12. I think I surprised her with a long romantic kiss to begin things. She enjoyed it, so I extended it for quite a while. “That’s a lovely start, isn’t it?” I said to her. Penny just gently sighed and began to unbutton the yellow blouse she was wearing.

I stripped down to my underwear quickly. We both sat on the end of the huge bed. I was wearing only my briefs while Penny was clad in her brassiere and panties. “May I have the honor of removing your bra, Penny?” She nodded. I undid the clasp and set it on the floor. Penny perhaps had B-size breasts that didn’t have much firmness to them. But tits are tits, so the sight of them got me aroused. “Panties too?” I asked. Penny nodded again and I removed them from her body. I noticed they had a strawberry motif on them. Penny did have a very hairy vagina—which was alright by me.

I was semihard when I indicated to Penny that she was more than welcome to remove my briefs. I saw her eyes light up and she wasted no time revealing my growing penis. I could tell that Penny was enthralled by it. As a virgin, it must have been a novelty for her to be so close to a male’s erection. “May I play with it?” she asked hopefully.

“Of course!” I replied. “I’m here to please you, Penny. You may play with my dick all you like!”

Penny put her right hand on my growing shaft. When she did that, I began to fondle her tits—which made Penny utter a giggle. I encouraged her by saying, “Ooh, very nice, Penny, honey. My dick likes your soft touch.” I began to suck on Penny’s left breast while continuing to play with the nipple on her right one. My dick was now at full erection status—which seemed to impress the girl responsible for it.

“I’d like to suck on it, Curtis. Is that okay?”

I laughed at that request. “Everything is okay with me, Penny. Just do whatever comes naturally to you.”

Penny tepidly placed her lips around the head of my shaft. I encouraged her to take in as much as she could. I also instructed her to fondle my testicles at the same time. Penny caught on quickly and gave me a passable blowjob for a sexual rookie. I moved to the center of the bed and lied down so Penny could be more comfortable while performing fellatio on me. After a few pleasurable minutes, I told her to spin around so I could lick her pussy at the same time. She couldn’t wait to have me do that to her! Within seconds, I had Penny’s bushy pussy in my face.

Penny was easily aroused. After only about a minute of my licks and sucks, Penny experienced an orgasm. It may have been the first in her life. (I wasn’t going to ask.) I ended up with a face full of her love juices, but I didn’t mind in the slightest. Penny became immediately apologetic, however. She took my penis out of her mouth long enough to utter, “I didn’t know I’d do that, Curtis. I’m so sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Penny,” I told her. “I take it as a great compliment that I made you have an orgasm so quickly. I look forward to making you have one or two more before the night is over.” Penny smiled and kissed me affectionately.

“Now let’s get down to some serious fucking! I want to please you with my big hard, dick!”

I maneuvered Penny into a side-by-side position so I could fuck her from behind and fondle her midsize boobs simultaneously. They were becoming more and more appealing to me by the second. Penny gasped when I slowly shoved my erect penis inside her womanly crevice. It was the typical feedback I’d been getting for six years, but I never stopped enjoying a girl’s reaction to my screwing her with my reliable weapon. It always reaffirmed my sexual prowess, which I genuinely appreciated.

“That’s a good girl, Penny,” I whispered lovingly into her left ear. “Take my dick as deeply as you can. Your wet pussy feels wonderful to me.” I began to softly thrust it back and forth—which delighted my bedmate. I was enjoying myself, too, as I always did when I had sex. I didn’t care a whit that Penny Chatsworth was a plain-Jane type of girl. Her pussy was as much fun to penetrate as Marlene Irving’s was. (Marlene was a classmate of mine four years previously, and, from head to toe, she was easily the most beautiful girl I’d ever bedded.)

I began to give Penny longer and harder thrusts. She began to say, “Ah…ah…ah!” in rhythm to them. “Enjoying yourself?” I cheekily asked Penny, knowing full well what the answer to my question would be.

“Definitely, Curtis! Most definitely! Thank you. Please keep doing what you are doing!” was her happy reply. I began kissing the nape of Penny’s neck as I screwed her, a sensation which she also enjoyed.

After about seven or eight minutes of having intercourse in the “spoons” position, I instructed Penny to get on her hands and knees at the end of the bed so I could stand up and screw her doggy-style. Penny had an underrated bum, so I enjoyed caressing her butt cheeks before I reinserted my manhood into her vagina. I found that this position allowed me to penetrate Penny “balls deep” which I gladly did. I merrily fucked her from behind for five or six minutes this way. I was pleased I had lasted longer than 10 minutes with Penny. Usually that was about the length of time it took before I experienced an orgasm. Penny had spent the entire time basically lying still and allowing me to do whatever I pleased with her—proving a truism that for a woman to be a great sex partner, all she has to do is show up.

I knew a few more minutes of ramming Penny with my dick would inevitably bring on a cum shot. Therefore, I told her to lie on her back so I could finish her off with a classic missionary fuck. I mounter her, embraced her, and drove my penis into her hairy pussy about two dozen times. Then a familiar stirring rose from my testicles. “Here it comes!” I warned my enchanted bedmate.

I managed to pull out of Penny’s vagina with about 10 seconds to spare. That gave me time to take proper aim, utter a manly groan, and launch a huge semen blast that covered most of Penny’s torso from her navel to her neck. A few drops even reached her left cheek, which I had not intended to do. From experience, I never knew how a girl would react to even the slightest amount of my warm jism striking her face. Penny was a real trouper though and simply wiped it away without comment.

“Whoa!” I declared. “You made me have an excellent cum shot, Penny. Thank you very much.”

“You’re thanking me, Curtis?” Penny responded with utter astonishment. “That was an absolutely wonderful experience! Thank you so much. Can you stay all night so we can keep fucking?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I have no further plans for tonight, and I don’t have anything pressing on my schedule until tomorrow afternoon. Yes, I can stay as long as you want me to stay—with your mother’s permission, of course.”

Mrs. Chatsworth spoke for the first time in about 20 minutes. She had kept her promise and stayed quiet while I ravished her daughter thoroughly. “Of course, you can stay the night, Curtis. You are a great lover and made everything so enjoyable for Penny. Then she rose from her chair and kissed me on the cheek.

“When you leave tomorrow morning—and there’s no hurry—there will be a $20 bill on the table to cover your expenses and a big box of chocolates for you. Those are thank-you gifts from both Penny and me for services rendered.”

I told her the $20 was completely unnecessary as my total expenses consisted of merely two crosstown bus trips that cost me less than $2. However, I did have a fondness for chocolates, so those I’d accept.

“Keep the $20, Curtis,” Penny insisted. “Buy some more bottles of that cologne you’re wearing. It’s very sexy and fits you to a tee.”

Penny and I stayed in bed together for another hour. I managed one more ejaculation after she insisted on working on her fellatio skills with me. This time Penny’s face got my entire load. I insisted we use the $20 to order in pizza to celebrate our productive night of fucking. Mrs. Chatsworth agreed to that compromise. She also happily telephoned my mother to report I’d not be coming home that night. I’d be sharing a bed with Penny instead.

The next morning, I rose before Penny did. (She had fallen asleep in my arms.) I showered and got dressed. I intended to catch the earliest Sunday bus to start my journey home, but I was amused to see that Mrs. Chatsworth was preparing an enormous breakfast for me. Out of politeness, I had to stick around. Penny arose not long afterward. She sat beside me at the breakfast table. She put her left hand inside my trousers and merrily fondled my testicles while I ate a fabulous meal of bacon and eggs. I got the impression she liked me.

Mrs. Chatsworth started to make conversation with me, but she similarly hesitated as my mother had on Saturday. I asked, “Are you having trouble asking me a question? Please say what you want to say, Mrs. Chatsworth. After last night, there’s nothing you can’t ask me.”

She said, “Curtis, I think what you did last night for Penny was wonderful. Look at her. She’s simply beaming this morning.”

“Hey, I was glad to do it,” I insisted. “I enjoyed myself thoroughly. The sex was great! Penny was a lovely bedmate to screw—just superb!”

Apparently, I had interrupted Mrs. Chatsworth’s train of thought because she continued, “Anyway, I have a few other friends whose daughters are lonely, too. They’re also seeking male companionship and sexual intimacy. Would you be interested in servicing them, too, Curtis?
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I smiled and said, “As long as I continue to breathe, Curtis’ services will always be available to any girl who wants them.”

“Good!” she replied. “Here’s a list of four names. I’ll call them right now and you can book dates and times to please them. You’re a great guy, Curtis, for doing this.”

My ego was absolutely soaring—especially after Penny suggested we had time for one more fuck before the next bus came.