That was the night that I learned how to put a condom on Ronnie's cock with my mouth! It was harder than you'd think, taking the nipple at the end into my mouth and when Norrie began to slide his cock in I had to unroll the rest of it down his cock with my lips. I wasted a couple before I got the hang of it, but when I'd finally succeeded, Norrie congratulated me, then pulled it off, saying “I prefer bareback, Teri, it gives a more intense sensation and I like to cum inside, whether it's your See You Next Tuesday (although that wasn't what he really said, he used the word I prefer not to) or your mouth or your arse!” And I don't know if it was his diet or what, but he seemed to produce an amazing amount of cum – much more than George, or even Graham. And he was able to return to full erection quicker than them and keep it up for longer. I don't know how many times he fucked me that night, he used all three places and the bedsheet and me were well slathered inside and out! I'm only glad I never saw the Chambermaid in the morning, cause I'd have been quite embarrassed if she'd come in while we were there.
Ronnie was from Leeds and he'd known Jimmy donkeys years ago, when they were both Bevan Boys I down the Mines. He helped Jimmy when he started Dj'ing, carrying his records and decks and stuff, I suppose he was a volunteer Roadie, and Jimmy kept him supplied with beer and fags and gave him a few quid out of his fee (if it was a pub or hotel) or a cut of the takings (if it was a Hall that Jimmy had hired for the night. When it was a Hall, Ronnie sat at the door and took the money as the dancers came in. I think he was also the Bouncer if anything got a bit rough. But mostly it was just teenagers out for a dance on a Friday or Saturday night, hoping for a snog or maybe a click. Jimmy soon got known around their part of Yorkshire for having the best records, including American ones that weren't in the shops here. I don't know how he got them, but he was always on the crest of whatever was 'In', and a lot of the time he was in front of it. A lot of Bands got their big break if Jimmy took to them and played their records a lot,
In the mid 50s they moved to Salford and later another DJ Ray Teret joined them and he sort of covered Jimmy's breaks, so that the music never stopped. Well, from what Ronnie said, I gathered that he usually arranged for a few of girls for them at the end of the night. Always a threesome, friends or sisters, and he said that was less jealousy: he told me that when two or three girls go out they usually stick together, and look for a group of lads to hook up with. That's always going to be more likely for a 'result' because the girls aren't so likely to split up and go off separately. Or not usually. They usually went back to Ronnie's or Jimmy's. When Ray joined them he shared the place with Jimmy so that became the regular venue for their shenanigans, as he called them with a laugh. And they usually swapped girls about, half-way through the night.
But now Jimmy can have any girl in the place, even a queue of them waiting for him at the end. If he had the stamina – which he didn't quite – he could have fucked twenty or more in one night. And that was where Ronnie and another couple of pals helped out. They would take the less attractive ones and Jimmy fucked the beauties. Ronnie said he had a notebook with the name, address and telephone number of every girl Jimmy had fucked since 1945! As he only had second time round with a few, it's a pretty big notebook, “actually, there are twenty now,” he said, and started laughing when I asked about his own conquests. “I don't remember nuffink about nuffink,” he said.
“Won't Jimmy mind that I'm only 13? I asked.
“Not a bit of it lass, any more and you'd be over the hill for our Jim. He likes his fruit young, tender, sweet, juicy and fresh. Another couple of years and you'd be over-ripe. Naw, Darling, you are just perfect. Spot on!”
During the days, Ronnie and I went out sight-seeing, and I phoned home a couple of times each day to keep myself covered. I also phoned my friend Cherie – who was with me on Friday when Graham rang, and had said she'd love to meet some of the Men - to make sure she would cover for me – and to tell her I could get her an introduction to Ronnie and Jimmy too. Oh, she was ecstatic and promised to ring my Mum and back up my story. It was too easy, because they really didn't care where I was, and were probably only happy that I wasn't there at all. When I mentioned Cherie to Ronnie, he said she'd be more than welcome, maybe in the middle of the week, when he was planning a small and discreet party for some of the City Big Wigs, all Men who had similar interests to his and Jimmy's. In fact, he wondered if maybe I could invite Cherie to the Hotel on Tuesday, so that he could check her out. I guessed what that meant: A Shag!
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