Recollections of the Chicken Ranch

[hotrodtom]

Well, a bunch'a us ol' boys was sitting around last weekend after the A&M game and the talk got around to the legendary "establishment" near LaGrange, Texas so well documented in Playboy, a movie, and Broadway musical, the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. All of us guys seemed to know exactly where it was (and how to get there) but no one would admit (this was mixed company) being a client.
The Chicken Ranch, for you young'uns, was a well-known factor of the economic life of the area between Austin, Houston, and Bryan. The name comes from their reported practice during the Depression of accepting live chickens from area farmers in payment of their charges. Also known as Miss Edna's Boarding Home for Young Women, it was in business for decades until a crusading Houston television reporter questioned on the air why it hadn't been closed down. After all, it was illegal, wasn't it? That resulted in death threats for the reporter, a lot of support for Miss Edna and her friend Fayette County sheriff Jim Fluornoy, and a lot of frustrated males when it finally closed down in 1973, I think it was.
Since this was a pretty regional thing, I guess we ought to open it up to include fond memories of other "professional establishments" in your experience. Did you lose your virginity in one? Fall in love with your wife in one? I'm sure there are lots of such stories, and I'm looking forward to reading yours.

 

[hotrodtom]

I was actually a virgin the first time I went to the Chicken Farm (in my circles it was never called the Chicken Ranch). My UT roommate and I both had family in Houston we needed to visit, and after Friday night dinner at the Cottonwood Inn in La Grange, he said "You ever been to the Chicken Farm?" No, I said, what is it? After an explanation, he proceeded to show me how to get there. "You go down the road to Columbus a ways and turn left right before the railroad viaduct." We did that, and after turning down a gravel lane, came upon a rambling white house with many extensions and angles but no front porch. Since neither one of us claimed to have an extra $20 for a "straight date" we turned around and continued on to Houston.
A year or two into a bored married life later, I don't know, I found occasion to return with a little green in my pocket. Stepping up to the door, I was met by a heavy-set black lady who asked me if I was looking for a particular girl. No -- I didn't tell her it was my first time there, but she could probably tell. She rang a bell, and presently a half-dozen or so young women in their 20s and 30s (I was 22 I think) filtered into the room. Some wore shorts, some wore sun dresses, I think one was in a skirt and blouse, and most were smoking. I picked one who wasn't, who I think had an athletic-looking suntan, and asked if we could get acquainted. She took me by the hand without a word and took me down the hall, down another hall, around a corner, into a room looking out at the parking lot. I learned then that the appearance of the building came from the fact that rooms were built out as extensions here and there with little regard to style. After a short negotiation over price, (boy, was I naive, and tongue-tied to boot) she took my money and told me to get undressed. I did so, and laid down on the bed, my instant hard-on reaching for the ceiling in anticipation. When she came back I discovered that I had picked a winner, body-wise, for she was indeed athletic and tanned all the way down. She took me to a small basin and, handling my hair-trigger cock gently, proceeded to wash my straining member and balls. It was all I could do to avoid cumming right into the basin, instead of another place I wanted to be.
Moving to the bed, I was allowed to caress and fondle her ("making love to her" was what I thought I was doing) as she did the same to me. I recall being allowed to use my tongue all around her lovely pussy but not permitted to kiss her mouth. Finally she said "aren't you ready?" or something like that, and pulled me on top and fitted my dick where it had been longing to go for the past several minutes. After just a few minutes of thrusting and feasting on her lovely nipples I pumped out my load into that waiting cavern. After she made the standard "mmm mmm ohh ohh you're so big, so good" I deflated and slipped out of her well-lubricated cave. This prompted a repeat of the gentle washing-up, and after many hugs and kisses on her lovely breasts, she said "Y'all be careful, now, and come back and see me again real soon." So ended my first time there, the first of many through the next eight or nine years. I still miss the place.