Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
9 One
of Us
Donnie’s Story
Dee Dee and I broke some of the
news to Andrew tonight. We told him the short-term important stuff
anyway. It was all he really needed to know to make a decision about
us. Dee Dee and I have been debating about the
rest. She hardly believes it herself and sees no reason to involve Andrew
yet.
But I believe it.
And Andrew has to know sometime. But I’ll respect her point of view and
keep quiet for the present, I suppose.
We dropped Dee Dee off at the Hyatt. She gave Andrew a deliciously
demonstrative kiss before she left. Neither of us is jealous of the
other, really. But Andrew might derive some benefit from the mild sibling
rivalry that is bound to arise out of our sharing the same man.
We love each other, Dee Dee and I. But who can tell what goes on inside the
head of a man, if anything? After all, if he can really tell us apart,
won’t he also have an opinion of which one he likes better? Dee Dee has a head start, but I want it to be me. I am
such a bitch!
As Andrew drove us to his
apartment, we made small talk.
Yes, after the three of
us had talked, been introduced, made jokes about the situation ad naseum,
Andrew and I finished each other off with a ‘quickie’. Even that was more
sex than I had had in four years.
But that first encounter,
the inadvertent one, when Andrew had stripped me naked, swept me off of my
feet, and then took me like the dominating male animal that he is: oh my
God! It was transcendental.
I do not succumb to the
‘I’m going to take it and you’re going to like it’ type of man. With them
it is ego, not sex. It’s a power trip to know that they can dominate
another person, and I’m not in to other people’s power trips. The female
in that coupling is merely a convenient orifice for the male’s member.
Any available orifice would do.
Andrew wasn’t like that
at all. With him it wasn’t about power, it was about need. He
needed me. No other woman in the world would have been capable of
filling that need. Just me. Well, maybe
Dee Dee.
But he knows the
difference. He’s the only person in the world that knows the
difference. And he still needed me. No one had ever come
close to needing me like that. It’s seductive; powerfully erotically
seductive. You are the center of that person’s universe.
As you realize the
incredible need in Andrew, suddenly your need is as great as his. I
needed him. I needed him to take me, own me, plant
his seed in me. What does that mean? Is it me or is it genetics?
That’s the question that has been bothering me all night.
I don’t believe the man
knows what is inside himself. I can give him support and guidance.
He’s different, is our Andrew. He’s not like other men I have
known. His ego is fragile and he considers himself to be just a
boy. But he is so much more than that. I can show him that. We
can show him that. And we will.
Andrew lives in a vanilla
garden apartment complex in the
Andrew looked a little
embarrassed as he showed me around. We sat down on his very functional
but plain sofa in his functional but plain living room. His concession to
establishing his identity in the room was the wall of computer equipment:
servers, monitors, wires connecting everything. One had to know a
computer geek lived here.
“Sorry Donnie, if
this isn’t very impressive. I’m just not into things. I get
what I need and use them as necessary, but I don’t care about objects.
That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been that successful with women.”
My eyebrow went up at
that. “Oh? You seem to be quite successful with every woman I’ve
ever seen you with.”
He smiled a little. “You
and Dee Dee are different and you know it. By
my standards you are rich. You must have all the toys you want
already. You can afford them so you must have them, at least if you want
them. You don’t need me to provide you with material goods. At
least I hope you don’t, because if you do you’ve got the wrong man.”
I said, “Explain yourself young man.”
“Donnie, I’m twenty-five
years old. To you that may be awfully young, but in my profession if I
really wanted to make something of myself, I would have been well on my way to
my first million by now. But I don’t. I don’t really want to make
something of myself. Do you understand that?”
“What do you want then,
Andrew?”
“I’m not sure. I
just know I don’t want what other people want. I don’t want to keep
score. I don’t want to compare my wealth with other people’s wealth, my
toys with other people’s toys. I saw a bumper sticker that read ‘The one
who dies with the most toys wins.’ I don’t want to win. I don’t
want to play.”
This boy’s spirit is as
beautiful as his body, as his face. He’s one of us. I’m starting to
be sure of it.
“Donnie let’s get our
cards on the table here. I haven’t spoken to Dee Dee
about this, because until tonight I wasn’t even sure if she was interested in
me beyond next Friday. Why muddy the waters with true confessions?
Next week we might have said to each other ‘live long and prosper’ and then
just walked away. For that kind of relationship she knew all she needed
to know about me.”
“I have no
ambition. There. Now you know. You two ladies are at the top
of your profession. I’ll never be at the top of mine. I don’t care
about my profession that way. I do it because it’s fun and it puts food
on the table. But that’s all it means to me.”
“Andrew I thought you
were going to call us ‘girls’ not ‘ladies’.”
“When we are talking
business you are women, ladies. When we are talking personal you are
girls. This is business, not personal.”
“Oh! A Godfather
aficionado!”
“Donnie, I’m not sure you
are taking this in the spirit I’m giving it. I’m trying to explain to you
who I am and what you can expect if we are together.”
“Andrew, sweetie, we
already know who you are. Don’t expect us to be
shocked by telling us that you don’t like living in the material world.
We are like you in that at least. We are doing what we like to
do. It fulfills us. Yes we each make $150,000 a year plus expenses
plus benefits. But that’s what the job pays. We do it because it’s
what we do.”
“Christ, Donnie, you
girls make $300,000 a year and I paid for dinner? This is one
sexist world!”
I said, ‘Honey, that’s
one of the things we want to change. Do you know something?”
“What?” he asked.
“I’ve got a secret.
Dee Dee and I didn’t tell you everything.
Sorry, Andrew, but you’re just not ready to hear the whole story.”
“Aw, come on,
Donnie. Don’t do this to me. If you didn’t want me to know, why
bother even telling me the secret exists? You chicks are weird!”
“Oh, so we were ladies,
then we were girls, and now we are chicks? We seem to be losing status in
your eyes. Sorry, Andrew. I won’t talk. I guess you will have
to torture it out of me.” I’ll admit there might have been a little
laughter in my eyes.
The look in Andrew’s eyes
was priceless. If I could have caught it on camera I could have sold it
to Cosmo for their cover. It was feral. It was unadulterated
lust. It was wild need. He transformed himself instantly from this
concerned carrying young man into a passionate lust-filled male animal needing
to mate. I felt a rush of fluid in my loins.
Andrew stood and drew me
to my feet. We embraced and kissed with passion and want. Suddenly
I was swept off my feet and he was carrying me to his bedroom.
Andrew’s Story
These girls have the
sweetest most indirect yet upfront approach about sex. On Wednesday Dee Dee has asked me if I wanted to relieve my tension the ‘old
fashioned way’. She was asking if I wanted to fuck her. She just
blew me away. There is just no subterfuge in the woman.
And now, Donnie, who had
been being flirtatious and teasing as I tried to tell her my tale of woe came
right out and asked me to go down on her. She was so sweet about
it. She held out this carrot, this secret the girls have been holding
back on me.
She must want to tell me,
but she wants me to force it out of her. And she obviously knows how I
made Dee Dee talk last night. I made her talk
with my tongue. It was hot.
I don’t know. It
was the way her eyes looked when she essentially challenged me to torture the
secret out of her. They were laughing, not at me, but at the fun she was
having. This easy humor of theirs is so sexy.
We had been having an
intellectual conversation when out of nowhere she makes an offhanded proposition
and suddenly I was consumed with lust. We kissed; and then I just picked
her up and walked into the bedroom. I guess I kind of forgot the foreplay
part.
I can torture it out of
her. Just watch me. I’ll have her begging for mercy. I can’t
wait.
I found the clasp and
zipper on her dress. It slid off her shoulders and suddenly she was in
her bra, panties and stockings. Damn what a beauty! Her skin
couldn’t be softer. Even her curves were soft. Everything about the
woman is soft; sensual; delightful.
I was vaguely glad that I
had remembered to make my bed this morning. Having Dee Dee come to my apartment tonight hadn’t even crossed my
mind. And Donnie didn’t even exist as far as I was concerned.
Yet here I was with this
fabulous, fabulous creature ready to make love; yes love. The passion was
almost overwhelming but the fact is I love her. I met her at
I unsnapped her bra – a
skill I became quite adept at in high school – and then those round soft
perfect mounds were free to my touch. She has soft symmetrical white
breasts with small dark nipples. They are so soft and light they
practically float away.
I lifted her again and
placed her on my bed. At least I had regained control of my faculties
enough to avoid a repeat of the monkey fucking I had given her when we first
met. Oh, we are going to monkey fuck, no doubt of that, but first I’m
going to make her talk. She wants tongue? Donnie will get tongue like she
never got before.
I removed my own clothes,
just tossing them on the floor, not knowing or caring where they went.
Then I was with
her. She molded her body to mine. We kissed and cuddled just a bit.
I said, “Won’t talk
huh? Do you want to bet?”
The light in her eyes
turned on. It must be a genetic marker or family trait or maybe I’m just
nuts. “I promised Dee Dee. I’m not going
to say a word, no matter what you do!”
She was smiling with her
eyes. She has this cat-like quality. Cat must run in her family, because
that’s what they remind me of: cats that like to be petted; cats that rub
against you and purr. She was purring now.
I’m willing to accept her
challenge. Maybe I can’t make her talk, but we’ll both have a hell of a
time trying.
I worked my way down her
body. I had to stop at those gorgeous tits. I now have access to
the four most beautiful tits in the universe. (Not at the same time, of
course. I’ve been told that in no uncertain terms.) What they lack
in quantity they more than make up in quality.
I found I can cover one
entire tit with my mouth and suck on that sexy erect nipple. God it felt
great!
I can remember back in
college. If I happened to be dating a small-breasted woman and a
fraternity brother commented on that fact, my stock response was ‘anything more
than a mouthful is a waste’. I had no idea how right I was.
Donnie’s breast was a
perfect mouthful. I would have been very unhappy if I couldn’t get the
entire thing into my mouth. I don’t know why, but there it is.
I just went to town on
that breast. Finally I forced myself to leave it because I had been
remiss. I hadn’t paid attention to the second breast. It fit into
my mouth just as perfectly as the first one had.
Donnie’s eyes were
watching me. Her small hands were in my hair, guiding my head, pulling me
to her.
My hands were exploring
where my mouth had yet to go. I felt that slender womanly waist. Her hips
flared in roundness. Her ass checks were soft and round, everything about
Donnie is soft and round.
I pulled myself lower and
finally my mouth gave up its hold on her tit. It wasn’t easy. I
could have suckled on that tit all night. I envied her babies. They
will get to dine there.
I worked my way down her
body, but I knew now it was time to get to work. She wanted to be
tortured? Torture time is here.
There was a time when a
pussy kind of grossed me out, I guess. What was I, maybe 16? I
couldn’t imagine going down on a woman. For some reason, the concept of
her going down on me was perfectly fine. I just wasn’t ready to
reciprocate.
Now there was nothing I
wanted more in the world than to devour that beautiful little pussy. In
the manner of a true blonde, Donnie’s pubic hairs were short and sparse.
What am I saying?
I’ve been to bed with a couple of dozen women in my life, I guess. I
haven’t exactly been keeping a spreadsheet listing hair color while correlating
the quantity and texture of pubes. All I know is, the last two women I’ve
been to bed with have been blondes, and both of them have sparse and short,
curly and soft pubes. Coincidentally both of their last names are Martin.
I lifted Donnie’s legs
onto my shoulders. I wanted to be able to look at her as I ate her
pussy. I love to look into her eyes. They are expressive, round,
blue-green, electric.
I started with her
feet. She has these small, dainty feet. I’m no foot fetishist, but
no man could help but love those feet. I licked her arches. I
sucked on her toes, one at a time. I ran my tongue up ankle, blowing and
kissing as I went. I reached her knee and tongued the back of it.
Now I was getting into
Nope. I wasn’t ready for
a frontal attack. Moving to the other leg I applied the same kind of
loving attention to that soft, smooth beautiful thigh. Damn I could do
this for a living.
I started blowing softly
on Donnie’s pussy. I could see by her expression that she was
anxious. I leaned in and kissed her lips. A long soft moan came
from her other lips.
“Have you had many men do
this before, Donnie?”
She shook her head
no. “Never!” she gasped. She was having a little difficulty
talking. Oh boy, this was gonna be fun.
My tongue snaked out and
traced her lips, from bottom to top. My finger was playing with the skin
between her pussy and her anus. I’ve always found that to be the perfect
distraction for a woman. Doing that with your fingers
while licking her pussy lips is a double dose of distraction. It
gets them going alright.
I forced her legs higher,
bringing her knees closer to her chest. I think my face was about a foot
and a half from her face. She had a ring side seat to this one.
I sucked on the lips of
her cunt, pushed a finger, then another into her sopping pussy. She was
hot. She began to moan and hump against my face. She was vocal.
That surprised me, since Dee Dee barely said a word
while I ate her.
“Do it Andrew. Eat
me. Oh, God Andrew, please I wanna come. Don’t stop, baby.
Make me come, sweetie. Please I need it. I need you. Make me
come. Now, please. P
I was feeling too good to
torture her tonight. She liked this way too much. I wanted to make
it special. I can torture her some other night. This night was just
for her.
“Donnie, honey, do you
like my tongue in your pussy? Do you like me to suck you clit? Feels good, huh. Yeah, I bet it does. Come for
me baby. I want to see you come.”
I stoked up the
pressure. My finger found her G Spot and began rubbing it. My lips
sucked in her clit and I tongued it gently but firmly. We looked in each
others eyes, and that was when she started to scream.
“GOD! OH GOD! SO
GOOD. Oh SO GOOD!! BABY DON’T
STOP!! OH!”
Her hips were flying into
my face and I was riding her like a cowboy, trying to keep my lips in place for
the duration of her orgasm. I sucked her through it and she was almost
rapidly building towards another. Her juices were everywhere, her face a
mask of passion. She was beautiful. Her second climax seized
her. I felt her whole body clench and shudder.
Donnie collapsed on the
bed. She was crying and babbling, taking gasping breaths, trying to fill
her lungs with oxygen. I crawled up to her level, took her in my arms and
comforted her.
“It’s alright,
Donnie. You’ll be okay honey. Just relax sweetheart. Just relax.”
She threw her arms around
my neck and began kissing my check, my lips, my
throat.
“Thank you, Andrew.
Thank you! Oh, honey I never even imagined anything like that. Oh God,
how did I live through that? I can’t believe it. Where did you
learn that? Thank you darling.”
“And I didn’t even ask
you any questions, I’ll have you know.”
She said, “It doesn’t
matter. I couldn’t have answered them coherently anyway. I can
barely breathe now.”
“Do you want to talk
about your secret now?” I asked.
She shook her beautiful
head. Her breathing had begun to return to normal, but she was still
gasping a little. Her neck and chest were red with the blotches caused by
her passion.
“Andrew, honey, now is
not the time to talk about anything. Tomorrow; we’ll talk tomorrow, I
promise. I’ll convince Dee Dee that you have
are in ‘need to know’ status, okay? Then you’ll know everything we
know. But tonight please let’s not waste time on words baby. I’m
only here a couple of days and I want to remember every minute of them.”
“Me too, Donnie. Watching your
climax was one of the most beautiful, sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.
It’s all I can do to keep from ravishing you right now. But give me a clue,
will you? What is this all about.”
She smiled and her eyes
fired up. “Your clue is this: You are One
of Us.”
“What the hell is that
supposed to mean Donnie? I don’t have a twin brother.”
“That’s all! You asked
for a clue and I gave you one. Use that vaunted intelligence on it, but
do it later. Right now I’ve heard idle talk about ravishing. Please,
Andrew. Don’t hold back on my account.”
Her eyes were smiling and
shining at the same time. Damn she looked hot! I attacked her.
My erection was
rock-hard. You try spending half an hour going down on the world’s most
perfect cunt and not be affected by it. I
can’t. I slid into her in one stroke and began to rampage through her
pussy. I cradled her head in one arm, felt her tits with my free
hand. I kissed those soft lips, but my cock was plundering her.
We were fucking for all
we were worth. I was plunging into her and she was hammering back at
me. We were two wild animals pounding each other with our lust. Her
first cock-induced orgasm swept through her and was gone, but who cared?
There were plenty more where that came from.
These girls’ cunts were
made for my dick. They fit me perfectly. They massaged me, warmed
me, gentled me, and raped me, all at the same time. Donnie’s lust was
endless, like she was making up for four years of abstinence in one violent
heart-stopping fuck.
Donnie began to
scream. Her knees were over my shoulders. I was sunk deeply within
her cunt, practically entering her womb. My balls were slapping her ass
as we fornicated like animals.
Finally she reached her
apex, her scream was long and shrill. I felt her pussy spasm and my sperm
was practically sucked up my length and into her
cunt. I was seeing sparks, stars, just bright lights and sounds. My
ears were roaring, our shouts were echoing through my bedroom.
Donnie fell limply to the
bed, no longer able to move. Her eyes were closed and I thought she may
have passed out. I collapsed on top of her, no longer able to hold my
head up. I was breathing in long deep gasps, trying to bring myself down
from that delirious mating. I knew instantly that I couldn’t handle many
of these or I’d be a goner.
Death by fucking indeed.