She climbed out of the pool and let the excess water slowly drip down her silky brown body. The suntan oil had formed a film that made the droplets catch the light-aid reflect it. She knew that Lonny was watching her and she knew that she turned him on. She knew that the sight of her naked body could drive him wild. She stretched, ran her fingers through her hair and then ran her hands on down her long lean torso.
"For Christ's sake, Gilda, do you have to be so blatent?" Lonny asked.
"I thought you liked me doing this, darling," she gripped back.
"Sure I do-but not when we're visiting our very morally minded relatives!"
"Oh come on, Lonny, no one's in sight ... besides I think they have all gone to take their afternoon nap-after all, we're the only ones here who are under the ripe old age of sixty," she said as she did a slow turn in front of him. You're right there, but that doesn't stop the fact that your dear husband is supposed to show up today. At any time I might add!" Lonny retorted.
" 'Husband' ... shit! I don't think he knows the meaning of the word!" Gilda said, stretching out next to Lonny.
"Well, baby," he said, reaching over for one of her delightful breasts, "you married him ... maybe you're just spoiled by good loving."
"Lonny, you know it was a very subtly arranged marriage-prestige and all that. I mean I grant you I'm spoiled by your sweet body and your good fucking, dear brother, but you'd think that he would at least try to satisfy me!"
"Yeah, true baby, well I still can give you what you need," Lonny said, pulling her towards him, "at least until 'hubby' shows up on the scene."
Gilda felt Lonny's lips close over hers and she felt her body melt into him, the tiny sparks of electricity that were always missing with Gene were now shooting through her. She felt Lonny's hard lean body crush against her soft breasts, fit into her angular hips, and press into her full rounded mound.
His breath was coming faster and hotter on her neck and face, his cock was burning its heat into the folds of her lips ... he kept rubbing it up and down her plump wet slit ... building her to a feverish pitch. She wanted him, wanted him now, inside her, pounding, grinding slamming with all his strength into her starved pussy.
Lonny had had many girls, all in trying to forget Gilda, in trying to discredit his feeling for her, to prove she was no better than anyone else. It hadn't worked. Her skin was the smoothest, silkiest he had ever touched, her breasts so small yet deceptive because they were so full. Her hips angular to cradle his body, her pussy like nothing he could think of-it was beyond description. He looked down into Gilda's bright fiery eyes and felt the world slip away, leaving only him and his beautiful Gilda. Her juices flowed and covered his cock and smeared onto his thighs. He felt her fat chewable clitoris hardened and begin to pulsate. He could feel her building, sense her excitement ... her eyes snapped and glistened while her body shuddered with each motion. "Oh God Lonny, please-please fuck me," she moaned.
"Patience my pretty, patience. We have forever, didn't you know? See the world is gone and there is just the two of us so we have forever . . . eternity," he whispered to her.
"Lonny, Lonny, your touch ... your touch makes me delirious," she murmured, "please oh please take me ... make me fly!"
Lonny kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips- tiny little kisses. He continued to slowly rub up and down her sopping wet slit with his pulsing rod. He wanted it to last; he wanted to keep her right on the edge of orgasm as long as he could, he wanted her writhing and screaming for him.
The fire was unbearable, she knew it wasn't just the sun. As a matter of fact the sun had very little to do with the raging heat that she felt. The fire was their world- hers and Lenny's world-that was why she couldn't live without it, and that was what made it so hard even to look at Gene, let alone let him touch her.
She no longer controlled her own body, the gods of their world had it had it and were playing unmercifully with it. She saw herself writhing on the ground, the blue water of the still pool glinting in the sunlight, her face in a blur of ecstatic agony. Her breasts ached, her cunt was pounding and her body was bathed in sweat and oil and love juices from them both.
She was screaming and begging as she writhed "Lonnyy ... Lonny" ... Lonny plunged deep, deep inside of her. He felt her swollen walls part and then clamp closed again as soon as he had passed through. He felt the walls start to ripple and vibrate along his large shaft which was buried to the hilt. Then he lay quiet, not moving a muscle, a breath, not even a sound.
Gilda stopped automatically with Lonny. She just lay there and listened to the cosmos swirl around her. Then without either one of them trying they began to move slowly, imperceptibly, sliding slowly back and forth against each other. Then a little faster, a little faster ... deeper ... harder ... more-and more ... until they were rolling over and over with each other and their screams blended into one, just as their lives, their beings blended into one. Then the passion burst spilling itself into tiny specks, squirting itself all over them, swooping them up and making them soar!
Lonny rolled off of Gilda and lay spreadeagle on his back looking up at the trees. Gilda lay there for a moment then jumped up laughing and started running across the lawn.
"Hey! Gilda! Where're you going? Listen, come on back ... someone might see you!" Lonny called after her.
"No!" she giggled, "No! They can't come into our world, remember? I'm running in our world-besides, I don't give a damn if they do see me!"
"Gilda, what about Gene? Come on back!"
"Catch me if you can-bring me back!" she shouted back.
"Alright, bitch," he shouted, playfully, "but you might not like it."
Lonny jumped up and began to run after the streaking figure of Gilda. He would catch glimpses of her through the trees, a flash of breast, a sudden burst of her silvery blonde hair or a shimmer of her ass. He was reminded again of her extraordinary beauty and of how much she looked like the ancient goddesses.
Around and around they went, laughing and shouting to each other until Lonny finally caught her. He scooped her up into his arms and trotted back towards the pool. Suddenly with no warning at all he threw her into the pool.
"Lonny. ..." she squealed. "I warned you," he laughed.
"OOOH! I owe you one for that! Just you wait, you'll get yours!" she threatened.
"Just try. ..." With that Gilda quickly reached up and grabbed his ankle with a mighty jerk and pulled him into the pool with her.
"See? I told you I'd get you," she teased.
Lonny reached out and encircled her waist with his arm. He began to rub his already swelling penis against her thigh while massaging her smooth round breasts. He felt her lean into him and begin to stir against him. The water slowly swirled around them exciting them more.
Gilda reached down and began to finger the crack in his ass, moodily swaying back and forth, dreamily letting her finger move up and down until it came to rest at the small puckered hole. She played and teased the outside of it then suddenly shoved it in.
Instantly his cock shot up, bobbed up and down in the water and created small whirl pools. He felt the shots of electricity tingle up his spine, the rushes one after another. He heard a low moan like a freight train coming from the distance and realized with a start that it was he who was moaning.
In slow motion he slipped his hand down to Gilda's firm compact ass cheeks and started to stroke them. He moved his other hand down over her taut stomach, down, until he reached her mound of love ... her sweet cunt. He moved both hands towards each other until his fingers met, then moved them back away from each other through the wet slippery slits up and down, faster, faster, each motion meeting her thrusts in his ass. Then he felt a new sensation that almost made his knees buckle and desert him. She, his fantastic erotic Gilda, had found a new place to play. She had run her finger underneath his balls and then proceeded to rub it gently back and forth along the tube. Between the finger in his ass, the finger along his tube, his finger in her crack and his finger in her slit he thought he was going to explode!
They moved faster and faster, then finally he grabbed her hips and turning her around lunged into her welcoming cunt. Home, The infinite space! The water sloshed in and out, rushed around them, enveloped them, absorbed them and then spit them out! Rocketed them! Fused them!
The pool quieted down and came to rest around them, hilling them into a sense of total security. "Lonny?" "MMMM?" .
"I love you. Just you. No one else. ..."
"Mmmmm, me too, me too love you," he murmured.
They cradled each other letting the world slowly revolve around them, neither thinking nor caring.
"What the blue blazes do you two think you are doing?" a voice shattered through their world.
Gilda swirled around into the staring face of Gene. Gene her husband seeing her and Lonny like this-she bad to think fast, but no reply came at all!
"I asked you a question! What do you think you are doing bathing nude in Auntie's swimming pool?" Gene stormed.
"Thank God, he doesn't suspect," Gilda thought. "Oh Gene," she said brightly, "when did you get home? It was such a nice warm day and everyone was asleep so we I didn't think anyone would see us ... and you know me ... I always prefer to swim in the buff."
"Well dammit, it's not seemly and besides people are getting up! I want you out of there and dressed in ten minutes! Lonny, I thought you were supposed to be taking care of her, seeing that she doesn't do these hair-brained things!" he ranted.
"I was Gene, but you know that when your wife gets an idea she can't be shaken. Besides I really couldn't see the harm while everyone was asleep. We were just about to go in and get dressed when you came by," Lonny replied, coolly. He leaped from the pool, threw his arm across Gene's shoulder and asked, "How have you been old man?"
"Fine, just fine," Gene replied, looking uncomfortable.
"Is the business going alright? I hope the trip was success, lots of orders and all that."
"This better, Gene darling?" Gilda cut in as she leaned towards her husband and pecked him on the cheek. "How was the trip? Did Danny come through with those orders?"
"That's much better, I like that dress. Yes, Danny got the sale but we ran into problems with the company...." Gene went on but Gilda and Lonny were only half listening.
They kept looking at each other, wondering when they could share their private world again, the next time they could take the key out and unlock the door. No matter how soon it would be it was going to be a long time for them to wait.
"Excuse me, Gene," Lonny interrupted, "I'm going to go and get dressed. See you all at dinner."
"O.K." Gene replied then turned to Gilda and asked "How have you been? Did you miss me? I was counting the days until I could be back with you again."
"Yes Gene, I've missed you, and I've been alright," she said indifferently.
"Gene took her remark to mean that she missed him more than she could express. He put his arm around her shoulder and patted her gently.
"I'm sorry that my business had to take me away and leave you alone, darling, I wish it didn't. I hate to say this but I've got to go away again. Very soon, but don't worry, we'll have some time together before I leave."
"Oh Gene, that's too bad, well at least we can have a few months together," she feigned sadness.
"I'm afraid not, dear, not months, a few days. If only I could get out of it you know I would, but the business must go on or else I couldn't feed you."
"Yes," she said, putting her arm around his waist, "I understand, and a few days is better than nothing at all, I guess."
Gilda wished that Gene would really be what he should be-them maybe she could forget Lonny. She actually Heed Gene and could love him if he would be more of a husband.
CHAPTER TWO
The household was beginning to stir as they walked up to their bedroom. To Gilda the house had always been big and gloomy, but since her marriage it had become more so. She had begun to develop this morbid fear that she would end up like her aunt and Gene's family-old and withered and bitter about life. All they had cared about when they were young was money and prestige and now that they had it they weren't happy.
To Gilda that was the worst thing on earth, her own private living nightmare. Her only salvation was Lonny and her own house, though even her house was not much consolation except that it was cheerier looking than this mausoleum. Every day she watched Gene rush towards the horrid way of life that his and her parents were living and she didn't want to go, she didn't want Gene to go there either, but it seemed that she had little control over the situation.
She had tried to teach her husband, new things, new patterns, give him more excitement, a better sex life, but he hadn't grasped any of the concepts, so he continued to plod along the same well worn route.
"Honey, I've missed you so much-I can't possibly tell you," she heard Gene say to her, "all I could think of was you sleeping alone. I wanted to be able to hold you tight, feel you curled up in my arms, but I had to use a pillow instead."
"Oh Gene," she sighed, "it must be terribly lonely for you. I missed you too." She knew that he would want to ball when they got to their room and she knew that he would love it and she would hate it. "Damn!" she thought,why couldn't he be just a little more aggressive. It wasn't as if she was asking that he be like Lonny, just that he take
the initiative once in a while." She knew that she was going to have to start it and she knew that she couldn't afford not to just in case he began to suspect what was going on between her and Lonny. Gene was already unbuttoning his shirt by the time they reached the door of their bedroom. When they got in-side, he could hardly even wait for the door to be shut before he was stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Gilda thought that maybe this was the time that he was going to the lead-maybe it was going to happen today. Instead, Gene went and lay on the bed remaining passive, as usual. Gilda was almost beside her self with rage, she was seething inside and had nowhere to let it out. She only wished that there was some kind of torment good enough to perform on him, so as to satisfy her own feelings of frustration and to let him feel a little of what she was going through. But there wasn't any at hand so she began to get undressed.
She tried to smile at Gene but felt that it was only a sick imitation of a smile. It wasn't like the ones that she and Lonny shared this afternoon, the laughter that they had experienced, the pure joy that they had known-none of this was like that. She hurriedly got out of her clothes and went to the edge of the bed. She began to rotate her hips, her hands placed firmly on them, pushing them around and around.
She had long ago had all her hair removed to please Lonny, so now her mound gleamed and glittered unhampered by any obstructions. Her clitoris was growing hard and beginning to throb with desire in spite of her misgivings. She thought that maybe she could entice him into taking her-grabbing her and pulling her to him. Her clitoris had grown to a size that it could now rub against the edge of the bed. The rough edge scraped along her sensitive nob and made her even more turned on than she was.
Gene just kept watching his beautiful wife in almost a state of awe. He had always loved her from the first day they met and he had told his family this. They had found it convenient to arrange a marriage between the two young people and that was how Gene found himself married to his fantasy woman. He would have never had the guts to ask her to marry him on his own power and now that he was he didn't know what to do with her. He could only hope that he made her somewhat happy.
Amazingly he was sure that she wasn't cheating on him and that she really did want him and love him. The more time passed the more convinced he became that she was totally happy with him. He felt his cock begin to respond to what she was doing-to her magnificent body, her glistening cunt, her wanton behavior. He wanted to reach out and grab her but he couldn't bring himself to do so. And at the same time he was almost upset that his body was responding in such a base manner to this goddess of a woman. She was meant to be put up on a pedestal and worshipped from afar, not defiled with such common emotions as lust.
Slowly but surely, Gilda saw that her actions were having some miniscule effect on Gene. She concentrated on his cock, watching, with fascination, the seeming struggle that was happening. She almost got the feeling that Gene would much prefer never to have to fuck her-just look at her-worship her, but never think of her as needing sex, or wanting, or having any passion like any other normal woman. He didn't mind her playing with herself, as a matter of fact he seemed to like to watch her, but he didn't want his own desires to rear their ugly head. He didn't like having to satisfy his craving in that manner.
She was determined that he was going to take her this time. She spread her pussy lips open wide and rubbed her slit up and down the edge of the bed. She put a finger into her mouth and slowly, erotically began to suck on it, just as if she was sucking on a cock. Suddenly the image of Lonny's cock came to her mind and she felt the burst of heat sear through her. She felt her clit jump at the thought of him. She felt her stomach grip and shivers run up and down her spine.
She was beginning to loose herself in a fantasy about Lonny. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, his lips brushing hers, his strong fingers ramming into her soaked cunt. She let out a soft moan and moved with the invisible fingers inside of her. She felt herself falling into the realm of lust, of carnal passion, of orgasm.
She took the finger out of her mouth and let it trail down her long lithe body. The finger was all wet with her saliva and was leaving a trail straight down to her snatch. She eagerly began to circle her clitoris-glide over the tip, press down on it and pluck at it. She felt the pulsing of her nob flow through her finger and up her body. She felt her nipples quiver with pleasure. She felt warm, hot, earthy, a woman of sensual voluptuousness.
She slipped her finger up and down her slit, grazing her hole, but not disturbing the sensation already there. She arched her back and let the sparks of passion shoot up into her. She could feel the orgasm building, the wonderful feeling of release, the glorious feeling of bliss. She knew that it wasn't going to be long before she went over. She rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, driving herself up and over, grinding her finger into her blazing clit. She wanted to feel the oblivion of orgasm.
Her juices were flowing down her leg and onto the floor. Her hand was soaked from playing with herself. The warm sticky liquid was shimmering in the light, clinging to her hand, drawing her into the world of bliss. Faster and faster, she dug into herself, pressing, prodding, pushing, harder and harder, until finally she felt the tingle and then the burst of light and then the cry.
Her eyes flew open when she suddenly realized that she wasn't with Lonny. She looked down onto Gene's smiling face all bathed in sweat and saw his rock-hard cock bobbing in the air. It looked like it was paying tribute to her performance.
"Please come to me, Gilda," Gene whispered.
She didn't want to refuse his plea and she couldn't go to him for a moment she was in a quandary and couldn't move at all. Then finally she forced herself to get up onto bed, telling herself that at least he asked, that was better than usual. He couldn't do anything, but she knew that he wanted her. She started to lower herself onto his cock when she noticed that he was moving his arms up to her.
It was a slow and jerky process but he managed to complete it and ever so gently pull her up to his mouth. Gene wanted to taste her so much that he was able to override his normal fear of touching her. He guided her to his mouth and tenderly pushed her soft pliant pussy against his mouth. Then he quickly dropped his arms and let his tongue keep her there. He slowly circled around her still stiff nob of flesh-rolled it around in his mouth, slid over the top and zipped down to her hole. She was wet, wetter than he had ever felt her before. She was unbelievably hot, her cunt was so swollen that he wasn't that his tongue would fit inside of her, let alone his cock.
His prick was hard and red and aching with desire of her. He wanted her so badly, he wanted all of her all at once. He wanted to suck her, fuck her, finger her, feel her and he could only do one or two of these at one time. His urge became so strong that he again lifted his hand to her and slipped his finger inside. He felt her shudder and was encouraged to go on. He shoved it in and out of her velvet orifice, feeling her walls give and part to his will. His cock was doing a wild dance on top of his stomach and spurting little bits of clear fluid. He was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. His speed picked up and he began to move faster and faster, then harder and harder, until he was finally turning and twisting his finger inside of her steaming cunt.
Gilda couldn't believe what was happening. Gene was actually going to take some initiative, he was going to stop her from going in a direction and lead her into another one. It was timid and hesitant, almost unwilling-but he was doing it! She let him lead her to his mouth and felt his tongue bear down on her still pulsing clitoris. Although he dropped his arms as soon as he had gotten her to where he wanted her he was growing stronger in his directness. He was sucking on her with a zeal that she hadn't known existed in him.
She was even more surprised when he had shoved his finger inside of her. She had never known him to be so forceful and for Gene, this was forceful! She began to feel a totally new emotion towards him, she began to want him to touch her, she wanted to encourage him, urge him on-she began to want him. She felt him shove and twist and turn inside of her. She felt his finger probe deeper and deeper up her hole. She felt him searching for the opening to her womb, striving to touch it, to enter it
Tiny sparks of electricity were beginning to shoot up through her. Her juices continued to flow instead of drying up and disappearing. Her quim quivered with desire, with wanting, with gasping hunger. It convulsed open and closed, it clamped down tight onto his finger and then let it go, it sucked it in and then spit it out. She felt the fury build again-the torrential tidal wave that could never be stopped. She stood on the brink and looked down, balancing for the leap. Then suddenly he touched her womb and off she went!
She saw blinding light and felt the lightening rip trough her! She felt the rains beat down on her and whip her body into a madness never before seen! She shuddered, quivered, and quaked as he continued to hit her womb again and again, until at last, she collapsed on top of him.
She thought that he would take her now in his new confidence and plunge her onto his pounding prick. But he didn't. He seemed to have used it all up and was right back where he started from. He couldn't move, he was in shock because of what he had done. It was too much for him. She was saddened beyond belief and sick with rage. She should have known that it was too good to be true.
She knew that he wanted her to fuck him, she knew that he was in pain from wanting her so much. She slid down him until she had reached his rod and then plunged herself onto it. She felt its thick hardness rip up through her. She felt it slam her walls to either side of it. She heard Gene suck in a quick gasp of air and then hold his breath as if afraid that she might stop, or worse yet, disappear right before his eyes.
He tried to watch her but couldn't, he squeezed his eyes mat tight and just felt the hot hole glide up and down his shaft. He felt the walls envelope him and hold him tight. He felt her viscous lubricant ooze down his balls and onto the sheet. He was so close that he wasn't at all sure that he could hold out as long as he had to. His breath became more and more ragged as she rammed herself up and down on him. Gene was beginning to feel the old sensations of delirium creeping up on him. He knew that he was going to loose contact with Gilda because he couldn't take so much pleasure all at once.
She fucked him faster and faster, hoping, praying that he wasn't going to pass out on her like he usually did. "If he couldn't continue with his directness, just don't let him pass out," she thought, "it's not much to ask for." She sent the thick tool drilling, digging into her. She wanted to get it over with as fast as she could. Harder and harder she pushed, faster and faster she slammed, her face was all contorted with the effort but he couldn't see because his eyes were closed-therefore he couldn't know the agony she was going through.
It could be so good, she knew it could, but she often felt like she was fucking a manikin. Finally she heard faint grunts emitting from him and knew that he was almost over. She strove harder to push him there, to let him have his orgasm. Faster and faster until at last he rocketed into her. His fluid jetting up and hitting the back of her cunt. It rocked her with the force and sent spasms racing up through her gut. She looked down at Gene and saw that he had passed out cold on her.
She felt like crying, laughing, and screaming at him. She didn't know what to do, or what she wanted to do. She felt a slight tenderness creeping up on her while she looked at Gene's peaceful face, no longer filled with the torment and agony that swirled inside of him. But then she felt the old disgust and nausea that always followed their balling, because Gene couldn't or wouldn't be a real husband to her, because she was forced to turn to her brother for the satisfaction that she needed.
Gilda slowly got up off the bed, brushed her hair back and tied it with a ribbon, put on a bathrobe and went off see Lonny. She paused at the door, debating whether or not to tell Gene where she was going, at least that she was going to get ready for dinner, but then decided against it. He would automatically figure that out, because he would never think that she and Lonny had anything going, Sometime she wished that Gene would suspect her, other times, most of the time, she knew it was just as well that he didn't.
CHAPTER THREE
As Gilda walked quickly to Lonny's room, she kept darting glances over her shoulder to make sure that no one was watching her. She was convinced that when they were awake they had nothing else better to do than to spy on her. She really wanted to get out of that house, anything would be preferable to the constant fear and paranoia that she lived under when she was there.
When she had first arrived at the house, as a young bride, three years ago, she had tried to talk herself out of the feelings that she got. She kept telling herself that she was being foolish and silly and there was nothing wrong except the house was old and decrepit and so were the people. She thought that she was only pining for youthful companionship. But over the years she realized that it wasn't all in her imagination and she dreaded everything that she had to come and pay her unwilling respects.
When she came to Lonny's door, she knocked so try and waited for an answer, hoping that he hadn't already trotted off downstairs.
"Come in," came a voice from far off.
Gilda figured that Lonny was in the private bathroom connected to his room. She opened the door and went inside, quietly closed the door and headed for the bathroom.
"Lonny? Are you in there?" she called to him.
"Come on in, honey," he gayly called out, "and how's dear old hubby?" But he stopped short with his bantering tone when he saw Gilda's face. "Aw honey, come here. What's the matter, baby? You look like you're going to cry.
"I feel like I'm going to cry, Lonny," she gulped tearfully, "we just finished another one of our 'whoopee' love-making sessions. And as usual, Gene passed out on me.
"Damnit, Lonny, he almost took the initiative tonight, men he had to go and blow it by giving up on me! I don't know much longer I can take this-all of this, him, this god awful house, the relatives-any of it! I feel like I'm constantly being spied upon when the vultures are awake and haunted when they are asleep. The only time I feel safe is when I'm with you and even then it isn't a hundred percent peaceful.
"That's not mentioning that I really do like Gene and feel guilty every time we are together. But I can't do without you! I would like nothing better than to have Gene and me to work it out and have you find someone really nice that you could live with. But it doesn't look like we're fated to have such a nice life."
Lonny had quietly listened to her while she poured out all her frustrations, then he reached up and took her arm and pulled her down to his wet, soapy body. He cuddled her and rocked her back and forth, murmuring sweet cooing sounds in her hair. He knew that his sister was nearly distraught with her marriage and her guilt about them. He, on the other hand, had no guilt feelings about what they did. They were two beautiful people, who were in love, had been in love for a long time, and could satisfy each other. Why shouldn't they? Just because they were brother and sister and society frowned upon such activities?
Lonny knew for a fact that the Hawaiian royalty was one long line of the first born male and female coupling and producing more children. And they weren't insane far from it, they were very wise people. To them, incest was a necessity to keep their pure blood. It wasn't even really frowned upon for the commoners, although it wasn't encouraged, either.
He noticed that Gilda seemed considerably more calm so he gently slipped her robe off of her and pulled her into the bathtub. She followed him as if she were nothing but a rag doll. She was letting him guide her, do with her as he would to make her forget all that had happened, wash her clean and make her pure again. All she wanted was to be like they were when they were kids, just for a little while. She wanted nothing to do with the grownup world, it could be big and horrible and it could swallow her up.
She felt Lonny's long, thin, almost feminine hands caress her small, full breasts, caress them and make them feel tingly. The thing that was so different about Lonny from anyone else was that he never demanded from her. She never felt pushed or coaxed against her will, therefore she usually ended up fucking him because it felt good.
She moaned softly, leaning back into his tender embrace, sensing, loving every touch, every motion that he made. She felt cared for, that was it, cared for-not some prize won in a carnival or some precious statue easily broken.
Lonny felt his sister's total relaxation and release. He and he alone knew how to get her that way, of this he was confident. He felt his cock begin to swell and push against her ass in an effort to rise to the top of the water. He had to laugh to himself, water seemed to be their playground for the day. They were going to have the cleanest fucks of anyone going.
He slid his hand down to her pussy and began to play with her pulsating clitoris. He could feel the heat from it, he could feel his own heat, he could feel the urge expand and throb through him, the urge "to take her and fuck her for all she was worth, to remind her that there really was such a thing as good sex.
He rubbed harder and harder on her palpitating nob of flesh. He pinched it and pulled it, he heard her breathing change and become more and more rapid.
She began to wriggle around in the water which was sloshing over the sides of the tub. She felt Lonny's hard tool press against her ass and she wanted it inside of her tiny hole. She wanted to feel the delightful pain and pleasure that happened when he ass fucked her. Her cunt was so hot and aching that she could hardly stand it. Her moans were growing louder and louder and more and more demanding.
She didn't care if anyone heard her-she didn't care if Gene walked in right now and saw them, all she wanted was Lonny and his marvelous prick. Her nipples had extended to twice their size and were driving her crazy.
They would jump and twitch if she even breathed on them. She could hear Lonny's moans rising in pitch to match hers and she knew that it wasn't going to be long They both were in too big a hurry to play, to draw it out, to make it last. They wanted now, with a fury that was not uncommon to them.
She looked at the light flashing on the water, she looked at the tiny stars that it formed and she could see their world start to swirl and whirl and form around her again. It was like rising out of the mist of the newborn world like Venus who came from the sea in a shell. The lights blinked and glittered at her and suddenly went out.
Just at that moment, Lonny slammed his rod into her ass. He felt her tense up as she let out a yelp, and then seem to disappear. But this didn't bother him because he disappeared with her, and they floated out into the great wide open spaces. They floated and drifted and were carried along on the currents of energy.
Then Lonny began to move inside of the tight, hot, puckered hole. He moved with a savage fury, moved with a cruelty that only real love can achieve and not be cruel. He slammed and shoved his cock into her over and over again. He rubbed and scraped her clitoris until he was sure that it was raw from the friction. He felt his gut being churned up and heaved around inside of him, like he was a giant tossed salad-all he needed was the dressing. He felt the hole grab and suck his prick in deeper and deeper.
He felt Gilda's ass clamp down so hard and squeeze his cock like a vise and he thought that he was going to burst like a ripe tomato. He jerked it in and out, pushing and pulling, struggling to keep it moving. The sweat was rolling off of him, the steam was rising from him, the fire was getting bigger and bigger and soon he knew that it was going to spill out of the crater and down the mountainside.
Gilda was screaming with joy, screaming with the sharp needle like pain, screaming with the sheer delight of ecstasy. She felt his hard, granite shaft rip into her and tear out of her. She felt its urgency and matched it with her own. She felt the space spin around her and toss her from place to place. She saw worlds beyond worlds, she was in space.
Her cunt was flowing and spewing its juices into the water, forming milky patterns laced all through it. Her clitoris was practically numb from the rough treatment had given it. Her body was alive and glowing, vibrating with the energy, and with the electricity and with the passion of their fucking. She climaxed, and climaxed again until she thought she couldn't possibly go any higher. She couldn't possibly climax anymore, she would short circuit every nerve in her body if she did.
Faster and harder, more and more, their passion wouldn't release them, wouldn't let them fall into the pit of orgasm, wouldn't let them soar through the gates of heaven. They slammed and writhed against each other.
They contorted their bodies in the small confines of the bath. They twisted and squirmed with, against each other. They fought with each other, they went with each other. They couldn't get there fast enough. Their bodies were aching and sweating with the exertion. They were oscillating, undulating, quivering in their need. Faster, harder, deeper, more, again and again and again until suddenly Lonny felt his guts being ripped out of him and rocketed up between Gilda's fair buttocks! She felt the sudden swell of the tip of his cock, and then the burst of his semen! Their bodies trembled violently and then lay still.
Gilda looked up at Lonny and smiled, "Do you think we'll make it to dinner?"
He glanced over at his watch that was laying on top of the John, "Since we have only been here for half an hour, I would imagine that we could make it."
"My god, I was sure it was longer than that," she mumbled.
"Remember, we don't have time in our world--it doesn't exist," he said lightly.
"O.K., we have time, but do you think we can make it," she laughed.
"Having just made it, I'm sure that we can make it," Lonny quipped.
"Then your legs are a better man than I am gunga din, because I don't think mine are going to be able to support me for the next four hours-at least."
"Oh come now, lean on me and I'll help you. We can always say you tripped and fell if anyone asks."
"Great, Lonny, just what I always wanted, to be fawned over by those vultures, those vampires, those ugly creatures from the black lagoon," she finished exasperatedly.
"I'll manage under my own steam, thank you, I'd rather weave a bit and say that I had drunk some wine. Let them think I'm tippling at the bottle, besides that should give them a jolly lot to talk about in their spare time," Gilda stormed.
"Darling, you shouldn't let them get to you this way," he replied with concern, "you've got to learn to let them roll off of you like water on a duck's back..." "Ducks have feathers to protect them, I don't-I don't have anything to protect me." "You have me," he said quietly. "Lonny, they hate your guts and Gene doesn't know how or can't or won't stand up to them, I don't know which. But one thing's for sure, I can't expect protection from him!" she declared.
Gilda got out of the bathtub, swayed a bit, and then steadied herself. She yanked a towel off the rack and began to vigorously dry herself, as if to prove that she could manage by herself. Lonny got out more slowly, then quietly reached over and took the towel from her. He gently began to dry her off, again calming her and soothing her jangled nerves.
"Easy, baby, easy," he whispered, "don't take it out on your poor body. It doesn't deserve that kind of treatment. Now just relax, forget about it and think of us. Always of us when it starts getting over your head." "Oh Lonny, Lonny," she murmured and snuggled closer to him, "what would I ever do without you, big brother?"
"Probably keep right on going, you have a lot more stamina than you think you do, darling sister. You just have to have more confidence in yourself," he said lightly.
"O.K., I'll work on having more confidence, meanwhile, take care of me," she said in a childish voice.
"Well now, Gene's supposed to take care of you, honey and speaking of Gene, what's his schedule. When's he supposed to leave again?"
"You know? That's actually what I came in to tell you but I was so upset with him and everything that I completely forgot. He's going away again in two days. This time he'll be gone for a whole two weeks," she happily flung her arms out, "just think, two whole glorious weeks with you, and what's more-not here! Back in my own little house, with its cheery yellow walls and bright curtains. Doesn't that sound great?"
"Fantastic, lovey, simply fantastic! Then we don't have to worry about anybody walking or spying on us. It'll be just like old times, before you got married," he said, tenderly.
"Maybe we can pretend that it is old times," she shyly said. "Maybe we can go on a sort of second honeymoon or childhood. You know, I think that I'm more married to you than I am to Gene. Sometimes that makes me very sad. I would like to feel married to Gene. I would like to feel that he is my husband, but since I don't, and you are, we'll go on a second honeymoon."
"I get torn between rootin' for you and Gene to make it and praying that you leave him. It isn't easy for me. Hey! When did we get married?" he suddenly demanded.
"Why, when you took me that night so long ago, when I was but a tiny nubile nymph at the tender age of fourteen," she flourished dramatically.
"Tender young age," he squawked, "you were torturing me when you were six and seven-I always wondered who corrupted whom."
They both started to laugh and were laughing still when they descended the stairs to the dining room.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Gene's last day and Gilda lay on the bed watching Gene pack his bags. She had offered to help, as she had done every time Gene went away, but he had refused, as he had done every time she offered. It was something that had puzzled Gilda ever since she bad married Gene and she still didn't have an answer. Her mind was in turmoil, Gene had been so nice to her this time and he had tried so hard to be more assertive that she was really beginning to want to try and make the marriage work.
She was beginning to feel like she did when they had first started out, a desire to help, to show a way out of the path that led into the pit of nothingness. This time he seemed to want it, to respond to her suggestions, to seek a solution himself. She smiled as she remembered last night, he had gotten on top of her and though he was a little clumsy at first, had quickly gotten it together. It had been best ball they had ever had. Her problem was Lonny. He was expecting to stay with her while Gene was gone. Now she didn't know whether she wanted him to stay or not, maybe it would be better if she just had some one night stands that she could forget about the next day. If Lonny was there, she would have to start all over again when Gene came home. She didn't want to do that because it would be too hard and unfair to Gene, besides. The whole situation seemed absurd to her. Absurd and almost hopeless.
"I wish I didn't have to go away again," she heard Gene's voice cut through her thoughts, "I'm going to miss you more than ever."
"I'm going to miss you too, darling," Gilda replied, somewhat surprised with herself to find that it was true. I hope that this will be the last of these business trips for a long time. Do you know that we are going to have to get reaquainted all over again. We really hardly know each other anymore."
"I know, honey, and I think that you have to be the most understanding, patient woman I have ever known. These trips must be worse on you than they are on me. At least I have my days filled up so I can't think about the loneliness too much.
"But I promise you that this is the last of them for awhile. Then we can get to know each other all over again, maybe even take a second honeymoon. Would you like that?" he asked her with a boyish eagerness.
She felt guilty and a little sad because she knew that Gene loved her so much and she hadn't been able to give that love back. Maybe it would grow. "If things keep going in the direction that they are, I probably will learn to love Gene," she thought.
"I would love a second honeymoon, just the two of us." She returned his smile and tried to sound enthusiastic, he was afraid that it might be too soon for them to be so alone, but she knew that was what he wanted. She was also upset because this was the first time that it was going to be a little lonely for her.
She wanted to tell Gene that she wasn't the angel that he thought she was, that she wasn't patient or understanding but she couldn't. She couldn't burst Gene's bubble of her, it was all that he had. For now.
She watched as he carefully and precisely put the last article in the suitcases, close the lids, lock them and turn to her. She knew what was going to come and suddenly she had a feeling of excitement well up inside of her. She felt her cunt begin to throb and clutch at her. She felt her nipples begin to turn hard and stand out against the knit skirt she had on.
Gene stood there, indecisive as to what to do. He wanted Gilda one last time before he left, but he didn't know how to go about it. It was the middle of the day and besides he had never asked her, not really, not the kind of asking that left no room for a "no." That's what he felt today, more than ever he just wanted to reach over to her and start making love.
Gilda sensed his indecision and she didn't want this to slip by like all the other times. She stretched out on the bed in a provocative manner hoping that a little encouragement never hurt. She saw the flame leap into his eyes, his breathing become faster, and the distinctive bulge in his pants. A little smile played at the corners of her lips. Gene hesitated for exactly two more seconds then he strode over to her and sat down on the bed and began to take off her skirt.
Gilda moaned softly, feeling the excitement grow larger and larger, feeling a fire start to burn inside of her cunt. She half closed her eyes and smiled at Gene then she licked her full lips with the tip of her tongue. They glistened and sparkled at him, tempting him to taste them, tempting him to suck and chew on them. He pulled himself up to her provocative mouth and firmly placed his mouth over it.
He tasted the mixture of salt and lipstick that clung to them, felt their pliant softness. He felt them give to his gentle prodding, open slightly, and allow his tongue to slip inside. He pushed his tongue all around her mouth, chasing her tongue, feeling her teeth, playing with the top of her mouth. He felt her warm moist breath on his cheek and he felt it become hotter and hotter the more that he played with her mouth, the more that he kissed her and didn't come up for air.
Gene began to feel more confident, every moment, every second gave him more courage to push forward, to act on his own. His cock was pounding inside of his pants and he wanted to release it. He hesitated for a mom it, afraid that if he let the tension go, the whole thing would go, but then he couldn't stand it anymore, he unzipped his pants and pulled them off.
He should have known that Gilda wouldn't let the tension break or slide, that she would immediately gravitate to his bobbing shaft and cover it with her sensuous mouth that had covered his mouth only a second ago. He leaned back on one elbow and watched her silvery blond head slip up and down on his rod. He reached over and brushed her hair away from her face so that he could have a better view of her sucking on him.
Gilda was thrilled with what was happening. She actually felt electricity coming from Gene, felt desire exuding from him. When he brushed her hair away, she felt shivers vibrate all through her. It was the first time that Gene had ever openly watched her suck on him, ever admitted that he liked her to do it. Although he hadn't said so, yet, he might as well have by that little action.
She felt her pussy get wetter and wetter. She felt it begin to ache for want of being touched, but it felt so good that she didn't even attempt to do anything about it. She wanted it to get wetter and hotter than it had ever gotten before. She wanted Gene to feel a burning oven when he entered her, a juicy wet cavern that grabbed and squeezed his tool with absolute ecstasy when he plunged into her.
"Gilda, my sweet, I love the way you suck me," Gene murmured. Then he shook his head, as if to clear it, because he couldn't believe that he had really come out and told her that. He had always loved the way that Gilda sucked on him. When he slept with a prostitute on his trips, he always asked her to suck him, but no one could compare to Gilda.
"You have the most talented tongue on earth," he continued haltingly. He had never talked to her when they balling, because then he might have to see that they really doing it. He had always let Gilda do what she wanted so that he didn't have to notice her sexual desires and realize that she wasn't a goddess only to be worshipped.
When Gene first spoke, Gilda almost choked-he actually verbalized something that he liked sexually! Then when he continued she found herself getting even more turned on than before. It reminded her of when she and Lonny first started balling, it was something new and unique and it really flipped her out. She slid further down so that Gene could reach her pussy while she continued to suck on his rock hard cock.
Gene looked intently at her gleaming snatch, looked at its smoothness, at its perfection. He looked at her bright red nob, poking its tip out through her long luscious lips. He lay down flat on the bed and pulled her sweet cunt over to him. He took one last glimpse of her full lips nibbling on his pulsing tool then buried his face into her cunt. It smelled sweet, tasted sweet, it was fat and juicy and it quivered every time his tongue grazed over it.
Gilda almost laughed she was so happy with Gene, but it would have been hard to explain and besides she had her mouth full. She swooped down his shaft and nibbled at the base, pulling his balls up around it. Then she tickled them with the tip of her tongue while still milking his cock. She began to clutch at his thighs and dig her fingernails into the muscled flesh. She began to lose herself in the sensation of her body, in the taste of Gene, in the smell of Gene, in the feel of Gene.
He slowly moved his hips, pressing his cock further down her throat. He felt it constrict, then open up and let his large tool slip down into her throat. He felt his balls glide up into her mouth and rest in her cheeks. He fell her warm pussy grow hotter and hotter and more and more of her juice run down his chin. He pulled at her pussy lips, slapped them back and forth with his tongue, chewed on her fiery clitoris and rubbed his chin against her hole. He reached up with his hands and began to squeeze her buttocks and stroke her crack. He sucked and licked and chewed and then tilted her hips back and forth so that he could get all of her. He plunged his tongue into her asshole, into her cunthole, up her slit, and over her clitoris. He moved faster and faster each time, in and out and up and around, in and out and up around. He felt her sucking on him faster and faster too.
The two of them building and building, their passion blending and expanding, the fire consuming them and scattering their ashes to the wind, the wind tossing them around and around until they had to burst. Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, they rolled and writhed on the bed, they felt nothing and heard nothing but each other.
Gilda was lost, lost on a huge mountain that kept impaling itself down her. Gene was far far away enveloped in a beautiful soft cloud, sucked and licked, they touched and grabbed, they stroked and scratched, they twisted and turned-totally with each other, totally a part of each other. Again and again and again until finally Gene's cock mightly twitched shot forth his tangy semen into Gilda's mouth. She gulped and gulped, swallowing it as fast as it came, as if she was on a desert and dying of thirst. Then it happened to her: the orgasm raged through her and heaved her body all over the bed. Spasm after spasm ripped through her, scream after scream tore out of her mouth It was unbelievable and super fantastic all at the same time. When she could finally get her breath again she lay still and looked at Gene with amazement.
"That was really wonderful, darling," she eventually managed to gasp.
He looked at her and felt something vague and indefinable inside of himself, like something had changed, directions were shifted, and yet he couldn't say what, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that it was different.
"It was wonderful, Gilda," he replied, then he looked at the clock,. "I have to go now, darling." He got up and started getting dressed. "Is Lonny taking you home?"
"Yes," she answered and tried to sit up on the bed, "we'll be leaving about a half hour after you. Call me when you get to your hotel." She had never asked him to do that, she had never wanted him to before. 'I just want to make sure you got there all right and I want to hear your voice." she added then trailed off into silence.
Gilda was as confused by her emotions and responses as Gene was by his. She, too, knew that something had changed, but she wasn't sure what Gene picked up his suitcases and headed for the door.
"Wait!"
She leaped up from the bed and ran over to him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, He slowly set the bags down and took her into his arms and kissed her a long slow goodbye. Then he left.
Gilda stood quietly for a minute then she ran down to Lonny's room. She didn't even bother to knock, she just walked in and said, "Lonny, take me home, now. I want to go home, now! I don't even want to bother to say goodbye. I've got a lot of thinking to do and I can't possibly do it here."
"Hey, whoa," Lonny finally got a word in edgewise. "What happened to you? I mean, I know you don't like our lovely relatives and all that, but this is definitely not related to them!"
"Oh, Lonny, I'm all befuddled," she replied, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, "Gene just left and for the first time since we were married, I didn't want him to go-I even asked him to call me when he got to the hotel. I don't know, something has changed and I don't know what or where it's going or anything."
"Do you mean to tell me, sis, that you think your mar-sage might finally work out?"
I don't know, Lonny, all I know is that I want it to. For the first time since I gave up six months after we got married, I really want it to happen and I even have some glimmer of hope that it might," she looked up at him, "do you understand that? Does it make any sense to you, because it doesn't to me."
He reached over and patted her shoulder, "Sure it does, honey. Why don't we talk about this* on our way home. I'll go down right now and pull the car around front." Lonny had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach-he was very very afraid that he was going to loose Gilda, but he couldn't let her know that. Gilda smiled at him, squeezed his hand and left the room. They were pulling into the street where Gilda and Gene lived when Gilda finally made up her mind about Lonny. They hadn't done that much talking on the way home. Gilda didn't know how to talk about it, she didn't know what to say or even how to begin. Lonny hadn't wanted to push it, he had his own thoughts and they weren't exactly what he would describe as fun.
He couldn't imagine himself without Gilda, he had tried that before. It didn't work then and he couldn't see it very well working this time. But he couldn't see all of them existing together and it being successful. He just hoped that if Gilda said that they should never see each other again that he would handle it right, that he would be able to let go of her without making her feel guilty.
"Lonny," she said as they were entering the driveway, "I think you had better not stay with me this time. I'm going to try something-maybe if I just have a few quick one night stands I'll be able to hold onto what Gene and I have started. If you are with me, I'm not so sure that I could do that At least I want to try it. I may end up calling you tomorrow, I don't know, but I've at least got to try a new way."
"I kind of expected you to say that, honey" he looked at her lovingly, "I feel like being angry, but I can't do it. I can only hope that you know what you are doing."
"I think I do and besides, you should be looking for someone else, Lonny. You can't be spending the rest of your life in this twilight zone. You should try to find yourself a steady girl."
"I did, but she got married, thus putting my life in a twilight position. Never mind darling, I'll try it your way," he said and kissed her goodbye.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gilda paced impatiently by the phone, it was late and Gene still hadn't called her. She had watched Lonny drive off and had just barely been able to restrain herself from calling him back. She had then unpacked, taken a bath, cooked dinner, and gotten ready to go out and still no word from him. Maybe it was raining and the plane had had trouble landing since it was summer and he was going to New Orleans where they often had heavy summer storms. All the rationalization in the world wasn't doing her a bit of good.
Suddenly she was stopped short by the sight of her face in the mirror. She was worried-actually worried about Gene, did he make it all right, did the plane crash, had he forgotten?
"Oh damnit, why don't you call?" she blurted out loud. "I'd better make myself a drink or I'll never make it," she thought to herself, "Besides, I don't want to be a nervous wreck on my first night out. I certainly wouldn't be to score that way." She walked over to the bar, made herself a stiff scotch, went back to the couch and sat by the phone waiting.
Visions of all the horrors that could happen to a plane kept popping in front of her. She took a big gulp of her drink and felt the slow fire travel down to her stomach.
"This is ridiculous," the saner part of her mind mumbled, "I could drive myself crazy this way. Maybe I was better off when I didn't care, at least I didn't go through this kind of crap!"
Then the phone rang, its sound slicing through the air like a knife. It was so abrupt that it made Gilda jump half way across the room. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down, then went and picked up the black receiver.
"Hello?" she waited for Gene's voice but it never came.
"Gilda, darling, when did you get home-I just now drove in and saw your lights on ... how's Gene? I hope that those in-laws of yours didn't drive you completely bats ..." she paused to take a deep breath. It was Helen, Gilda's next door neighbor.
"Oh my God," Gilda thought, "she could stay on the phone for hours without even trying. What if Gene is trying to get through to me right at this moment. And this damn bitch doesn't take broadside statements-let alone hints. Please Lord, what did I do to deserve this? Please rescue me from the inane yakking box."
"I got back this afternoon, Helen and listen, I'm expecting a call from Gene any minute now, so I'd really appreciate it if you would make this very short!"
"Expecting a call from Gene? I hope that every thing is all right," Helen simpered.
"Nosey, malicious witch!" Gilda cursed under her breath, "Everything is just fine, Helen, couldn't be better.
It's just that Gene's company really needs him to do these business trips since he is the best man that they've got. We were both bitterly disappointed but have promised ourselves a second honeymoon after this one."
"There! That ought to hold her for awhile!" Gilda chuckled, knowing that Helen would be green with envy. Ernie, her husband, would never take her on a second honeymoon, but Gilda couldn't blame him.
"A second honeymoon! Oh Gilda, how simply divine!" Helen gushed into the phone. She hated Gilda with her graceful body and beautiful face. She hated her manners that always attracted people to her, men and women alike. "Where are you going planning on going, dear? I hear that the Riviera is terrific this time of the year."
"And I hope the plane crashes with you in it," Helen thought maliciously, "if only I could get ahold of something, anything, that would make all those people who adore her turn around and hate her. Something that would make them really sick and disgusted by her. But so far it's been like trying to find a snowball in hell!"
"We haven't decided where we are going, ah* we know is that it is going to be far far away from people," Gilda replied, "listen Helen, I really don't want to sound rude, but I honestly have to get off the phone, I don't want to miss Gene's call."
"Oh, of course, Gilda. Bye now." Helen put the receiver back in its cradle, "How come her husband calls her when he goes on a trip? Ernie wouldn't call me, he never has when he is away! I'll get her yet."
Gilda hung up laughing, she wished that she could see Helen's face at that moment. Murder would be written all over it. She knew that Helen thought that life had dealt her a raw deal and that she, Gilda had much more than she deserved. The phone rang again, only this time Gilda didn't jump out of her skin.
"Hello, darling," Gene's warm voice floated into her ears, "I hope you weren't too worried. The plane ran into some air turbulence and a storm right over New Orleans and we had to be rerouted to another airfield."
"Oh Gene, I'm so glad to hear from you. I had thought of storms, along with every other gory detail in the book! Did you just try to call me-I mean like a few minutes ago?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, Helen called, and you know her, she won't get off the phone even if you say you are dying," Gilda laughed lightly.
"I suppose she wanted to know every last detail of what you did and where was I and are we going to get a divorce -no I take that back, she would want to know when is the divorce going through," Gene tossed back.
Gilda broke out in a fit of giggles, "It was just about that. You know I think she tries too hard. Did you know that she has been dedicating her life for the last three years to finding dirt on me? Any kind, she's not fussy, just as long as it will turn people against me. She doesn't even care if it's true or not."
"I had no idea," Gene said with great surprise, "it must not be too rewarding for her. Not to mention disappointing. But I suppose it keeps her occupied and off the streets."
"I miss you; Gene. Try and finish quickly so you can come home," Gilda softly said.
"That's almost enough for me to junk it all and hop the next flight home," Gene replied with enthusiasm.
"I wish you could, darling, I wish you could," Gilda murmured into the uncaring instrument. "You'll never know how much I wish it, Gene," she thought.
"But I know you can't-so just think of me and I'll dream of you."
"I'll think of you every minute of the day and night, darling," he said sincerely, "I have to go now. I don't want to but I have to. Sweet dreams." "Goodnight, Gene, and sleep well-give me a ring tomorrow if you can," she blew a kiss into the phone and then hung up.
She wondered if it was even worth going out, then looked at the clock. It said ten thirty and that was just plainly too long a night. She finished off her drink and walked out of the house.
She had felt out of place at first, but shortly after her arrival, a charming man had struck up a conversation with her. His name was Phil and he had bought her several drinks and now they were at his apartment. It was a typical bachelor setting except with a little more class than most. She felt comfortable and relaxed, there was soft music on and Phil was making her a nightcap. He had driven her there in his car and had promised to drive her back to hers whenever she wanted to go.
For some reason she wanted to leave that opening, even though her whole purpose in going out was to find a bed partner. She watched him move, he was more graceful than most men and she trusted him. She knew that he would keep his word, maybe because of that she would go to bed with him.
"You know, you are really quite a lovely woman," Phil said, handing her her drink and sitting down beside her.
Then suddenly the flash came, that spread through her like raw gin in a starving stomach. She felt an uncontrollable urge to grab him and tear off his clothes and rape him. It was like a savage beast had suddenly taken over her personality. What he was saying was not making the slightest impression on her. All she wanted was to get him into bed as quickly as possible.
Phil felt the surge of electricity shoot out from her. He let it ride for a minute, not wanting to rush things too much. But her passion was too strong, He picked her up in his arms, with no warning what so ever, and carried her off to the bedroom. He threw her down on the sumptuous bed and began to strip off his clothes.
Gilda wasn't one to delay or stall for time, so she quickly followed suit, practically tearing them in her hurry. She spread out on the bed, letting her body sink into the sensation of the satin sheets, which were slightly cool due to the air conditioning in the room. The smooth material enveloped her and made her juices flow down her legs. She squirmed and wriggled around, waiting for Phil to join her.
He watched the gorgeous creature on his bed, watched her in absolute delight. Her long lithe body, with her silvery blond hair that sparkled in the dim light, was having a vibrant reaction on his bouncing tool. He loved each movement that she made and felt himself magnetically drawn to her. He climbed up on the bed and began to nibble on her toes.
"He's torturing me," she thought, "he's going to do this all night long and drive me bananas."
Her long fingernails were clawing at the sheet, clawing, ripping, tearing. He had slowly worked his way up to her kneecaps and she was beginning to snarl. Her pussy was burning with desire, begging to be touched, caressed, gnawed, anything to relieve the aching. Her nipples were so hard that they seemed to suddenly become her whole chest.
Finally he reached her pussy, his tongue teased and circled all around it, lapped at the edges, then stopped. She thought she was going to scream, never before had anyone played with her like this. He got up and went to a drawer, pulled it open, and took out a box. He brought the box back to the bed along with a vibrator.
"Here, put these in your pussy," he handed her two bony balls linked together on a silken string, "you have to shove them way up inside so that they are touching your womb."
Gilda looked at them but didn't ask any questions. She did as she was told and then lay back down. Phil set the vibrator to one side. He leaned over her, picked up her lips and began to suck on her burning cunt. He licked and sucked on her clitoris as he gently rocked her hips back and forth. At first she didn't feel anything except his glorious tongue lapping at her fiery nob of flesh when all at once she sensed a slight jarring deep inside of her.
It was the balls, when they were moved from side to side, they would send a vibration all through her. It felt fantastic! It was the most unbelievable sensation in the world. She felt her juices pour out of her hole all over Phil's hands-she felt like she was going to become a vanilla milkshake, she felt like she was going to give the clouds a run for their money.
She moaned and groaned and tried to move faster, but Phil had ahold of her hips too tightly for her to be able to have much success. He was beating his tongue against her faster and faster and spasms were slamming through her as the world kept fading and jerking back into focus. She thought she was going to go crazy, she felt herself slipping away from reality and then suddenly the universe burst in upon her, the milkyway became her playground, space became her bed.
She started to pull the magic playtoys out when Phil said, "No, no, you haven't experienced them to their fullest. Here, take the vibrator and push it up against the balls."
She took the vibrator and pushed it against the round objects.
"No, not that way, put it inside of you then turn it on."
She did so and all of a sudden jerked straight up. She got up on her knees and then sat down on the vibrator, shoving it even harder against the rattling balls. Phil nodded approval, got up and stood over her. He reached down and pulled her head up, making her mouth pop open. Then he shoved his cock inside. She felt it ram its way down her throat, she almost gagged but couldn't because of the position she was in. She had to gasp for air and finally she was able to relax her throat and begin to suck on the huge shaft invading it.
Her tongue circled around the tip, slipped up and down the length of it, and back up to the tip. She sucked on it, played with it with her lips, teased him and tortured him as he had done to her. She reached up with her hands and
began to fondle his balls. She rolled them around between her fingers, brought them up to her mouth and ran her tongue over them while still sucking on his cock at the same time. She tasted tiny spurts of his semen and was determined to get more. She milked his balls, sucked his cock, and twisted around on the vibrator shoved up inside of her. She was no longer a human being, but instead an entity of pleasure, an entity of pure sensation, a creature of wanton passion. Her velvet walls felt like they had engulfed the whole world within them. She felt the orgasm build inside of her, higher and higher, so she sucked on Phil faster and harder, impaling his sword into her gaping orifice. The vibrator quivered, the balls rattled, her teeth chewed and nibbled at his rod.
Faster and faster she drove the two of them until they erupted like the volcano on Mount Vesuvius. Their molten lava spreading and firing off all around them. Phil's gushing into the hole of her mouth, hers down over the and vibrator and onto the satin sheets. Spasm after spasm wracked their bodies which were ramming against each other as if they were tied together. Garbled screams chocked forth from Gilda, long deep groans crawled out of Phil's gut and filled the air.
Phil pulled out of her mouth, still shooting his semen, and pushed her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart then took his prick and slammed it into her. Pain, exquisite pain soared through her! He reached around and took hold of the vibrator and began to move it in and out simultaneously with his cock.
She felt the vibrator, the balls, his rod, all converging together and against each other with only a thin, very thin wall separating them. She felt like she was filled to tee brim, that her body was absorbing everything in the world-that she was the world, that the world was her.
He felt the vibrator, the balls, her burning ass all pounding against him. He felt like he was flying, he felt like he was jet-propelled. Her ass was so tight that he could barely move in it and the motion of her screaming writhing body was only forcing him further and further to ecstasy.
They twisted and turned against each other, they writhed and bucked against each other, each determined to outdo the other. Faster and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more-until they could stand it no longer, until the earth opened up and swallowed them alive. Then they collapsed into each others arms and swiftly fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Gilda woke up the next morning feeling strange and out of place. She rolled over and saw Phil sleeping next to her-she blinked at the unfamiliar but beautiful face then it all came back to her. A warm glow started up from her cunt and spread all through her as she called up the images of the night before. It had been good, better than she had expected or hoped for, but not as good as Lonny.
Still she wasn't hurting Gene, all she could do was learn from these experiences, and at least she wasn't giving him something impossible to try and compete with. Maybe this would work and maybe it was the best thing for all of them but she was still worried about Lonny. She prayed that he would be able to find someone ... some special somebody for himself.
She got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was going to take a quick shower and leave, but the water felt so good that she just stood under it and let it beat down on her in continuing streams of liquid. It poured over her body, washing it, shining it, buffing it to a smooth, silky touch. She felt so good that she decided to stay awhile longer and wake up Phil.
She went into his kitchen, rummaged around in the icebox, found some breakfast-type food and began preparing her feast. Soon the smell of bacon and eggs and toast filled the air, quickly followed by the smell of deep rich Columbian coffee.
"Hey," she heard Phil's voice behind her, "is that the smell of food trying to strangle my nose?"
"Sure is, lazy," she laughed, feeling freer than she had in weeks. Here was a nice undemanding man, with whom she enjoyed being, enjoyed fucking, and enjoyed most of all knowing that she could leave or stay and there would be no hang-ups about it.
"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you're up, I wouldn't want to spoil you, so you can get it yourself."
"Hey, that's not fair! I don't want to miss out on a good thing. How about if I just quickly go back to sleep and pretend I never got up in the first place," he shoved his head under the pillow, feigning sleep.
Gilda ran into the bedroom and began to tickle Phil until he finally rolled over and grabbed her. His mouth found hers and glued itself to it. She pressed her tongue into his orifice, teased and played with his tongue, and lingered on the tip of it. She began to moan with pure pleasure of being in his arms, moan with delight of feeling his body pressed against hers. He smelled good, like new mown hay after a summer shower. He felt all silky and warm, like a baby just after a bath.
Phil felt the unreal, shimmery creature in his arms. He had picked up many a woman but none of them had been quite like this one. He had also seen the obvious wedding ring on her hand and had told himself that he couldn't even contemplate getting involved. She was out for a fling, maybe her marriage wasn't great, maybe her husband knew and didn't mind-but for whatever reason, she wasn't his and he couldn't have her.
He let his hands run down her long body, feeling the same rush and thrill as he had the night before. This was a woman he knew one didn't get tired of. You couldn't be with her one night and wish that she would disappear the next morning. It wasn't just the breakfast bit, plenty of them had done that before, some were even good cooks, it was her, Gilda. For all he knew she was a lousy cook and he could have cared less.
Suddenly the smell of very crisp bacon wafted in their direction.
"Oh my God, I almost forgot," Gilda leaped up from the bed and rushed into the kitchenette. "Saved!" she yelled out to him.
"Great! But I must admit that I wouldn't have minded if it had burned ... it was worth it to he here with you," replied.
"Watch it old boy, you'll blow the ball game, spill the jar and she'll pick up her toys and go home," he mused to himself, "man when I think of all the chicks who have tried to snag me-the confirmed bachelor and player of the field, and I get hung-up on a creature from world who is married! Damn! "Here you go," she merrily said, putting a beautiful tray of goodies on the bed, "a feast for a very nice man." "Ah, but I can not and will not touch one bite unless the fair lady will dine with me," he gallantly replied.
"Since it was put so nicely, how could I refuse?"
Phil dug into the heaping plate of hot food, but his mind was not on what he was eating. He was wondering where she came from and why she had chosen to go home with him. What kind of life did she lead? This wasn't something that she normally did ... he could tell the ones who cheated as a regular pattern and he usually avoided them like the. plague. They either wanted to be taken away from it all, they wanted to tell you the whole sordid story from their point of view (and you had no choice but to listen) or they were hard-nose bitches.
But this one, no she wasn't like them. She wasn't going to talk unless you asked. She was just going to appear in his life like a sudden burst of sunshine and then disappear from it just as suddenly. He was itching to ask her so many things, he had to keep biting his tongue to stay silent and it was getting painful to continue.
Gilda felt marvelous, calm, relaxed, and under no pressure. For a first-time experiment, it was great. It gave her back her faith in people-they could be wonderful, they could be caring. Now she wasn't afraid to go out again and she would have so many wonderful things to give to Gene when he came back. She could share all her experiences with him without his ever having to know how she got them.
She missed Gene even more than ever, she wanted to leap up and call him right then, but she knew that wouldn't be nice, she would just have to wait until she got home. She looked at Phil and smiled warmly, she wanted to thank him but she didn't think that he would understand what she was thanking him for and it would be too long to explain to him, so she let it go.
"I have to go now, Phil," Gilda said, getting up off the bed and clearing away the dishes.
"O.K. Do you think that it's possible that we could get together again?" he tried to sound casual but there was a
big gaping hole in his stomach.
"I don't know, we'll see. I'll give you a call sometime soon. I do want you to know that I really enjoyed being with you and I think that you are a super person."
That was it, she was just going to walk out of his life and there was nothing that he could do about it. She
thought he was a super person and she would call him some time soon, but that was it.
"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" he thought. "I have got to be the biggest idiot going! I can't let her stop everything
that I'm doing or believe in and yet here I am doing just that.
He watched her getting dressed, burning with the desire stop her, to grab her and rip her clothes off, but he remained cool. He got up and kissed her lightly on the lips walked her to the door. Suddenly she turned to him. "Wait a minute, I can't go, you have to take me to my car."
"Right! I almost forgot," he said, trying to restrain the joy in his voice at being able to be with her a few minutes
longer.
He ripped off his pajamas and threw on the nearest things at hand. He didn't care what he looked like, just so she didn't go and suggest a taxi or something.
"I'm ready, Madame, your chariot awaits you." He swept her out the door and down to his car.
The ride to the restaurant parking lot was not a talkative one, as a matter of fact, Phil didn't really feel like saying much of anything to Gilda. He was so afraid that his voice would give him away every time that he opened his mouth to speak. He kept catching glimpses of her hair out of the corner of his eye, its brilliance in the sunshine was blinding. He was so turned on by the time that they reached the car that it was everything he could do not to attack her right there in broad daylight.
"Promise me that you will call," he said in a last attempt to get something more definite out of her.
"Oh yes, I will, don't worry, but I just want you to know that it may not be for awhile. I have many things that are happening to me and I need time to sort them all out," Gilda looked fondly at Phil.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slid out of the car. Phil didn't know whether to feel elated or not. He wasn't even sure that there was anything at all to what she said, but somehow there was a note of hope for him in there. He caught Gilda waving to him just before her car disappeared around the corner and out of sight. He sat and wrestled with his conscience as to whether he should follow her or not, but he decided to be patient and see what happened.
Gilda was stretched out in the hammock in her backyard, feeling very comfortable. She knew that no one could see her, not even Helen. This was her sanctuary, a place where she could go and be whatever she wanted to be...dress however she wanted to dress, and no one could bother her. It was too early to call Gene or even expect a from him and she had been reminiscing about last night.
She felt a warm glow filling her up and her hand began slowly creep down to her cunt. She reached inside of her thin panties and found her hot, rigid, pulsing clitoris and slowly, ever so slowly she began to rub her finger over it. She closed her eyes and shut out the world, letting the sensations swirl around her like mist on a marsh.. "Hi there," suddenly came a voice. She sat straight up, almost tipping herself out of the hammock, and yanked her hand out of her panties. Her heart was pounding and the sunlight was making it hard for her to see who it was that spoke. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you-my name's Van and if you're Mrs. Gilda Allen, then I have a telegram for you," said the still faceless voice.
"I'm Gilda Allen," she replied, trying to get her heart to stop attempting to leap out of her.- She reached out with trembling hand and opened the telegram up.
THIS IS JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME AND MISS YOU VERY MUCH.
ALL MY LOVE, GENE
By this time her eyes had adjusted to the sunlight, she looked up to see the tall, bronzed, young man still standing there. It took her a minute to realize why he hadn't left, "I'm terribly sorry, I've never gotten a telegram before and I thought that it might be some horrible news, but it's not," she smiled happily at him, "I'm a little embarrassed because I don't know how much to tip you, though."
"Well, I'm in the same predicament. I saw what you were doing before I said anything ... and I got awfully turned on ... I never have asked this of anyone that I deliver messages to ... but you are so beautiful, that I wondered, well, I wondered if maybe ... maybe you might let me, you know ... ball you," he finally finished.
Gilda almost burst out laughing, but she realized that he was very serious about it.
"Van, I think that would be a lovely idea. You just take off your clothes, no one can see you here, and joining me in my swinging bed," she said, quickly following her own suggestion and shedding her clothes.
Van climbed into the big hammock very carefully. He was a little afraid that it was going to either fall down or tip over but it didn't worry him enough to stop. He was so hard that he thought he was going to burst before he got a chance to do anything. She was truly the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen in his life.
He felt her body yield to his, mold itself against his, and seem to envelope it. He slowly began to kiss her eyelids, face, nose, mouth, rubbing his prick against her cunt, and feeling the gentle swaying back and forth, of the hammock. He felt like he was being lifted and carried away to some heavenly paradise and he knew that he wasn't going to want to come back.
Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her arms were tightly wrapped around his back. Her cunt was intensely urging his prick to find her hole and plunge inside of it. He felt like they were really one person since he couldn't move too much in the hammock, and it was a feeling that made him even more frantic with desire, She loved the feeling of his strong young body next to her so she could feel every ripple and twitch of every muscle he had. She pressed her pussy harder and harder against him, nearly lifting her hips completely off of the rope bottom. She wanted him. quick hard and fast and she knew that he was capable of doing it. She wanted impetuous youth to totally take her over and then go without a thought in the world. She slowly began to rotate her hips as best as she could, when suddenly she felt his cock drive into her and seem to tear her in half.
She felt each slamming thrust shatter through her and she responded just as violently and just as passionately. She was amazed with herself because she had never felt such raw animal emotion before. She was screaming and laughing all at once. She was clawing his back, knowing that she was going to leave long red welts. She felt her juices soak them both, she felt the hammock become a tiny boat in a hurricane, she felt her whole being going crazy with lust.
Her tight hole grabbed his rod and sucked it deep inside of her and then spit it back out. Faster and faster he felt them slam into each other. Harder and deeper he felt them drive each other to the peak of orgasm. He knew that he wasn't going to last too much longer and he knew that he had already sent her over at least four times.
He grunted and shoved, moaned and thrust, groaned and rammed, growled and pushed into her-faster and harder, deeper and deeper and deeper, the smell of her juices and sexual passion assailing his nose every time he breathed in. His breath was coming faster and in shorter spans, until he felt the hot semen rip up through his tubes and shoot out through his shaft. Gilda screamed, shuddered, and lay very still.
Van got up and got dressed then he looked down at the gorgeous woman lying so peacefully and contented. He reached over and gently lifted a damp piece of hair that was clinging to her eyelid, kissed her softly on the lips and walked away.
Gilda hadn't wanted to see his leaving. She was glad that he hadn't said anything to her, she just wanted to rock to sleep, feeling the warm sticky juices slowly dry around her cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lonny was feeling a little more than just depressed after he dropped Gilda off at her house. There was a small annoying buzz in the back of his head that kept saying something was different, something had changed, and never again was it going to be the same. He almost admitted to feeling scared, no, maybe lost was a better term. It wasn't that he couldn't find another girl, or that he couldn't ball her once he had found her. It was that Gilda was his whole world, his real world, even if it was hidden and had to be kept a secret.
He drove into the garage of the modern apartment house, where he had a place that he labeled home for want of a better title. He had never felt that it was home except on the rare occasions when Gilda had stayed there-only then had it become truly a home for Lonny. He had a desire to go out and fuck as many girls as he could get his hands on, but he knew that was only out of frustration and anger and more than that, out of hurt. All it would prove, was that he would be rebelling and that he didn't need to confirm.
Sometimes he got the feeling that Gilda didn't really understand exactly how much she meant to him. But he couldn't figure out a way to tell her any more than he already had. "Go out and find a girl, Lonny," he thought, "yeh right, but that's a little easier said than done, dear sister. I don't want just any girl, I want you, and there aren't any like you floating around. They busted the mold after you."
"Well, I know I can screw anything and anybody that I want, that's not my problem, Maybe if I fuck enough, I'll just forget the whole thing, or at least I won't have time to think about it so much," he mumbled to himself.
He stomped into the elevator and mentally cursed himself all the way up to his apartment "Gene has something to do with this, more than what Gilda told me, although I suppose what she told me pretty much covered the whole spectrum, but it's weird. Why should it happen now and why should it happen in just this way? Even I don't like the fact of her going out and picking up other guys and she knows that. Even now, when she's a big girl. It isn't like her." he continued to reason with himself.
He got his key out and unlocked the door. The apartment had a stale shut up smell to it, so he went and opened all the windows.
"Maybe I can air myself out as well as the place, kill two birds with one stone," he cynically thought.
He restlessly paced around the room then finally headed for the telephone. He opened a drawer in the stand and pulled out a small notebook. It had been a long time since he had opened it much less used it. He blew off the dust and opened it to a random page. Chevon Darwin. O.K., she would be as good as anyone.
He dialed her number and waited, "Hello Chevon, Lonny. Long time no hear from, right?" "Lonny! My god, where have you been? It's been simply ages since I last heard from you," Chevon cried. "I've been real busy and out of town most of the time and anytime that I was in town I was so exhausted that I couldn't call anybody. All I could do was collapse and sleep for fifteen hours then start all over again. But I called to find out how you were and what were you up to," he said cheerfully. "Actually my sister kicked me out of her bed and I just wanted to fuck someone so I could forget her," he thought. "Oh, I'm pretty good," he heard her say through his thoughts, "the career is coming along fine, but, well, my personal life isn't exactly what I would call great. I'm not seeing anyone. As a matter of fact, I haven't been out in almost two months. How do you like them apples?" "It doesn't sound so hot, any particular reason why the chastity?" Lonny replied. "No, and that's the funny part about it, I can't seem to get people to respond to me or even meet me and I never used to have that problem. It happened all of a sudden. If I finally do meet someone he runs away like I had leprosy or something. But enough of that, what have you got on your mind?"
"I would like to wine and dine you tonight, if I may," Lonny suavely said. "Lonny, I'd love to-what time?"
"How's eight o'clock sound to you? We can sit and remember old times and maybe even experience a few of them over again," he said in his most jaunty manner.
"Eight o'clock would be great and that sounds like loads of fun-especially the last part," she purred at him.
"O.K., pick you up at your place," Lonny said and then hung up.
"So I now have a date for tonight and she is a very beautiful person. Fun to be with, good looking and a pretty good ball," Lonny said to the walls, "so why am I still depressed since I talked to her? She isn't Gilda."
He could foresee the whole thing turning into a disaster area if he kept on the way that he was going. As a matter of fact, Chevon was one of his favorite girls and he was really glad that the book had opened to that page. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that had been bothering him the whole day.
He went into the bathroom to get ready. He started to remember how really nice it was being with her, what a beautiful body she had, how silky smooth her skin was, how her breasts were firm but felt like soft butter, how lovely her legs were and of course how delicious her cunt was. They had had many a good time together and he hoped that they were going to have one this evening. She had always managed to bring him out when ever he was down and he was sure that she could do it this time.
He remembered one particularly whacked out evening when Chevon had let her cat lick her breasts until she had had a climax. She had been in high heeled boots and a leather bikini outfit. That alone was enough to drive him wild, but watching the cat had gotten him to the stage that he had torn off the leather clothes and fucked her with her boots still on.
He also recalled that after that they had made it standing up, sitting down, lying down, front, back, and sideways. He thought that he was going to have to trade in his dong for a new one after that night. He had never fucked so much in all his life. Maybe that's what he needed-a fourteen-hour orgy of fucking, though of course one couldn't just plan for one of those-they just happened. "Well, no harm in trying to push it in that direction," he thought, "it'd be a sure fire way of forgetting my darling sister." I wonder what I could think up that would be absolutely guaranteed of turning Chevon on so much that she can't stop?"
Lonny looked at his face in the mirror and made a grimace. He didn't feel like he looked like the world's greatest lover, not even second best. He felt old and tired, which was ridiculous considering his age, but that made no difference. He started to shave and continued to ponder his problem about a new gimmick. "Damn! I just can't seem to get it together. I'd better be extra special careful or else I'll cut myself to ribbons. When I'm like this I get dangerous with the razor, seem to loose track of it. I certainly don't want to go out looking like an advertisement for money for war victims." He went very slowly and carefully examined his face when he had finished. He felt proud because he had managed not to slice" himself up like a side of beef. He turned on the shower to almost freezing temperature and climbed in. Then it hit him-fruit ... better yet, plums! Ice cold plums shoved into her pussy, followed closely by his cock. "Oh God! She would love that!" he said to the pounding cold water.
He got out of the shower and gave himself a good rubdown with the towel. He had always liked the feeling of rough terry cloth polishing his skin to a fine, smoothness. He went into the bedroom and switched on the radio. When he was a kid he had always dreamed of a perfect bedroom, one that had everything that could possibly be needed for fun and games. He and Gilda used to stay up way into the late hours of the night planning what it would look like.
Now he had the bedroom and no Gilda, for a moment he slumped back into his depression, but then he knew that Gilda loved the room and had enjoyed many a wonderful night and probably would again. He also knew that she would get off on the fact that other chicks had dug it, been flipped out by it, couldn't resist it. Maybe that's what it was about Gilda . . . maybe it was that she was so free with sex and with all the others it was somewhat like pulling teeth. Not that it wasn't good once it happened or even fair, but that special spark was missing.
Chevon was the closest person that he had been able to find to Gilda and even she had to be told of new ideas. she couldn't think of them herself. At least she was willing to try them.
Lonny hummed along with the radio as he put on the finishing touches, then turned the radio off. He felt a lot better, and was even looking forward to the night. He went out humming the tune he had just heard on the radio."
So far so good, the evening had been just fine. They walked into Chevon's penthouse, laughing and giggling over shocking the waiter when he had caught them feeling each other up under the table.
"You know it was his own fault," Chevon said between fits of laughter,- "he shouldn't have been looking there anyway. I for one, hope he got an eyeful!"
"I think he wished that he had gotten a mouthful instead," Lonny came back, "I mean you've got to admit that you have a delicious looking pussy and if you insist on not wearing any panties I can't be held responsible for someone viewing such a lovely sight. Especially when I have your dress hitched up!"
"Well yes, that is a problem, of course, no one said that you had to hitch it up. ..."
"And no one said that you had to have my cock out, either," he interrupted.
"True, oh so true," she replied with a warm smile and flopped down on the huge sofa.
"Oh no you don't, this is not where you are going to get cozy and comfortable," he reached down and grabbed her hand, "Upsy-daisy and into the bedroom you go!" "I'll be in there in a minute, just make yourself comfy!" hollered to her. "I should hope so since this is my place, in case you've forgotten," she retorted. That was one of the things that Lonny liked about Chevon, she would play with him, not take him too seriously. He went into the kitchen where he had managed to sneak a cored plum and peeled cucumber into the refrigerator before they had gone out. He had watched to be sure that they were good and cold by the time they came back. He reached in and took them out and they were quite cold.
Next he hotfooted it to the linen closet and got out a towel; with all the equipment in hand and behind his back, he strolled into the bedroom very casually. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and laid his goodies to one side. He took a long look at Chevon. She was beautiful all stretched out on the bed with her legs slightly parted in a tempting manner, her mouth half open and the tip of her tongue tracing her lips, her eyes half closed and slanted up at him with nothing but total invitation in them. He didn't need to be asked twice.
Lonny lay down beside Chevon and grabbed her breasts with one hand. Just as he remembered, they seemed to melt in his hands like butter. He squeezed them and pulled at her nipples and rolled them around in the palm of his hand. Then he took his other hand and slipped it down her silky body to her pussy.
He rubbed the palm of his hand over her whole mound, slowly, very slowly until he made her clitoris get hotter and hotter and begin to grow hard. He leaned over and started to nibble on the nipple that he was busily tugging at, it was like a small pebble in his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue, tempting it, teasing it, driving her into a frenzy of motion.
Chevon began to arch her back and draw her well muscled body taut with the intensity of her passion. She had forgotten how absolutely fabulous being with Lonny was ... it had been a long time since they had fucked. She knew about him and his sister and she had figured out that they had been seeing a lot of each other lately, which was why she hadn't seen him.
But now her passion was flaming high and she wanted this man, wanted him badly. She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to squeeze and milk it. She caught his balls up with her fingers and included them in the squeezing. He was hard as a rock and hot as an oven and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Then suddenly Lonny pushed her away and for one horrifying moment she thought that he wasn't going to continue, that maybe his sister had become such an obsession with him that he couldn't be with anyone else. He got up and went over to where he had stashed the plum and cucumber. He was pleased to see that they hadn't lost their chill.
"You look like the cat who swallowed the canary," she giggled.
"I didn't swallow it, but you might," he replied, leaving even more confused than ever.
"Spread your legs wide, my pretty kitten," he teased. Chevon did as she was told and she sensed that he would like it better if she closed her eyes since he was trying so hard to keep whatever it was a secret, so close them she did. There was what seemed like an interminable pause then she felt something smooth and very very cold slide into her pussy. She let out a squeal as it popped deep inside of her. Next she felt Lonny lift her hips and slide another, differently shaped, object into her ass. It too was extremely cold and was quickly swallowed up by her puckered hole.
She couldn't believe it...the sensation was super. She waited for what was going to come next, not having any idea of what to expect, but feeling an excitement that she had never felt before in her entire life. Abruptly she felt Lonny's huge prick slam into her cunt. She felt the round object inside of her burst and become incredibly squishy and she felt sticky wet juices shoot out from her snatch, and they weren't just her own.
Next she felt Lonny slide a finger into her ass and begin to push and prod the object captured inside it. He slammed and rammed into her bringing the motions together and forming one action. It wasn't going to take very much of that for her to go screaming and wailing over the brink of orgasm. Faster and faster and harder and harder he shoved into her. It built and grew to monstrous proportions, it made her lose her breath, it made her body feel like it was going to rocket into space.
Lonny was thrilled also at the sensation of the plum which was enveloping his cock. He was soaring with each stroke that he made. He was flying and taking Chevon along with him. He started to come in her pussy, his semen mixing with all the other juice when he pulled out and impaled his shaft up her ass. With that one stroke he split the cucumber in half and burst over and over again into her.
She let out a yell that lasted and lasted until it seemed like doomsday had come and gone. She had felt the object in her ass part down the middle, had felt the semen in her pussy mixing with everything else, had felt the semen in her ass, surrounded by the object that lay there too. Finally she managed to stop and lay still.
Lonny reached inside of her and pulled out a plum, or what was left of it and then reached into her ass and took out what was left of a cucumber. She started to giggle and then ended up in gales of laughter as she thought of the children's nursery rhyme that ended, 'and what a good boy am I.'
Lonny caught on to what she was thinking and they lay there on the bed, rolling around, with tears streaming down their faces, and they laughed themselves into exhaustion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lonny drove home feeling very stoned and elated, He almost had the feeling that this was going to turn out alright after all, that he was going to be able to enjoy himself and even maybe find a girl whom he could really love. He rode the elevator up to his apartment and finally was able to find the keyhole and get the key into it. He threw off his jacket and continued stripping all the way to the bedroom. By the time he had reached his huge playground he was completely naked and he just fell into the bed and was asleep almost before he had landed.
That afternoon, feeling refreshed and certainly no longer depressed, he made a major decision, that night he was going to go out and find someone entirely new. Someone he had never had anything to do with, no prior contact, no business dealings, nothing. It wasn't as if he hadn't anything to offer anybody, it was more his own fault, he had never really looked too hard.
"I guess I never really thought that Gilda and Gene would ever be able to make a go of it. I was so sure that they would bust up and I would have Gilda back, so why should I waste my time chasing someone who isn't what I really want," he thought out loud, then he laughed, "I've never talked out loud to myself as much as I have in the last few days, it's supposed to be a sign of going crazy, but somehow I have the distinct impression that it has been keeping me sane."
He went back' to fixing his breakfast and then, "As a matter of fact, I'm sure it's what's been keeping me going-at least I can hear what I sound like and what my schemes would sound like to someone else. I think who ever said that statement about going crazy was nuts himself or very repressed."
It was a lazy afternoon and he took his time about doing anything. He contemplated calling Gilda and then gave up that idea because it would only confuse matters and maybe wreck what he was beginning to build for himself. It certainly wouldn't be helping her any and the last thing that he wanted to do was to hurt her in any way. If this was what she thought was going to make her happy then that was all he cared about. He took a leisurely shower, shaved, and carefully picked out what he was going to wear. It dawned upon him that all the really good clothes that he had were due to Gilda. She had picked them out and had put them together. She had been the one to really care what he looked She said that she wanted to be proud of him when they walked down a street. Then it began to come to him that his whole life was based on her and what she thought and what she wanted for him.
The good Lord knew that wasn't what she had intended or if she thought that that might be the case she would have stopped seeing him a long time ago. He had let her do it and had wanted her to do it, probably because he thought it might insure her staying with him. Wouldn't he be able to function without her? Who would look after him? He felt sort of guilty-like he had used her or cheated her in some way, because he was acting exactly like Gene in a slightly different manner, but it was accomplishing the same thing.
By the time he was all ready it was almost nine o'clock. He whistled as he went down in the elevator and got into his car. He cruised around town, looking for a good place to eat, and when he finally found one he parked the car and headed for adventure and fun. He felt like a boy going out for his first pick-up, just learning and exploring the world of new and exciting sexual pleasures that waited in store for him, he even felt slightly nervous. Before he walked in the door he made a solemn promise to himself not to compare anyone to Gilda or it would never work.
As luck would have it, there was a beautiful woman sitting at the bar just as he walked in the door. She was even sitting alone. He went over and sat down on the stool next to her and ordered a Scotch on the rocks. She didn't seem to be inclined to strike up a conversation and perhaps she was waiting for someone. Then she took out a cigarette and seemed to be fishing in her purse for a light when Lonny held a lighter out to her.
"Thank you," she murmured in a low voice.
It was the kind of voice that sent shivers up his spine and made him gulp and look hurriedly away. It made him blush and it always sounded like it should belong to a Mati Hari type or some mysterious woman of the Orient.
"Are you waiting for anyone," he managed to squeak while she was still looking in his direction. "No, I'm not," she replied.
She wouldn't go any further and Lonny knew that if anything was going to happen he had to do it now or he never would get the chance or the nerve again. "Listen, I'm sure that I'm going to be turned down, but here goes-would you have dinner with me?" She laughed a beautiful melodic laugh, "Why are you sure I'll turn you down?" "Because you probably aren't the type of woman to go to dinner with a stranger, you seem to keep yourself, and I'll bet you usually don't talk -to anyone or want to be talked to, and because you have much too much breeding to show that you are very upset and sad about something," he replied. "You seem to know a lot about me and you are a very observant person. I think that you are a very sensitive man and because of that I will be delighted to have dinner with you," she said in a low quiet tone.
Alysa had agreed to go back to his place for a night cap and whatever else might happen. All through dinner Lonny had been deathly afraid of blowing it or that she would just disappear right before his very eyes. She was gracious, intelligent, witty, beautiful, kind, she had a passion that oozed from her but was held in tight check, and she had just lost her husband.
Now she was sitting on his sofa and she hadn't disappeared and he wanted her so badly that he could taste it. They had been making small talk for about an hour when finally Lonny got up his courage and took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The light dimmer was on low and a blue haze covered the room. The bed was closed off by heavy velvet curtains. Alysa looked at the elaborate setting and started to laugh.
"You must be kidding, you couldn't possibly sleep here."
"And why not? My sister and I designed this room when we were but babes in the woods-besides you haven't seen what's behind the curtain," he mysteriously replied.
"Yes, I must admit that this is very true, but I'm not sure that I want to see what's behind the curtain," Alysa feigned fear.
"Heh, heh, heh, oh but you will my dear, you will" Lonny said in his most evil voice and with that threw back the heavy drapes.
The bed was covered with satin sheets and on the wall was a gossamer looking material floating over a shiny substance underneath. Alysa was fascinated with the whole set up and climbed onto the bed. She slowly began to get undressed .. . half feeling like a kid on an adventure and half like a wanton hussy. The satin felt so smooth against her thighs that she began to feel impatient with her clothing for not coming off faster so that she could feel the material all over her body.
Lonny watched her for a minute, thoroughly enjoying the sight, then he vanished behind the huge canopy headboard. He took out the video tape machine with the instant replay system and sound system. He had them quickly set up so that they could see themselves while they were balling and hear themselves at the same time, Then he pulled a cord to the chiffon curtain and revealed a full wall mirror.
Alysa gasped as she saw herself spread out on the bed. She knew that she was desirable looking and seeing it in the mirror was making her feel even more sensuous. Then she saw Lonny undress and climb onto the bed. He whispered into her ear, "Look up, darling." She looked up to the ceiling and saw herself again... but this time on a television screen. "Video tape," she thought, "now that's what 1 call being inventive with sex!"
Then she turned to him, "Let's not waste the tape by just staring, after all, that would be no fun at all when we waited to watch it again."
Lonny fully agreed with that suggestion and began to fondle and caress her beautiful breasts. They were full and very firm with large round nipples. The more that he played with them the more they grew and became rock hard. He could see in the mirror that his cock was rising well to the situation and he could feel the wonderful glow that came with the hardness spread all through him. He entwined his legs between hers and began to rub his knee against her very wet cunt, also rubbing his cock against her" thigh. The motion was smooth and beautiful and they fit together perfectly. She had a long slender waist and hips that flared out but were all bone so that she was all angles when she lay down, except for her breasts, The contrast was turning Lonny on more and more-the more he looked the better he liked it and the more that he showed it.
Alysa was totally absorbed by watching the two of them on the screen and she could hear rustling sounds too, like satin sheets being rubbed against each other. She finally figured out that Lonny had rigged up a sound system so that their sounds would be amplified back to them. She watched his compact little ass move around and around in a slow grinding motion and felt his knee pressed hard against her burning cunt, she felt his hard shaft sliding up and down her thigh.
She was beginning to loose the tight control that she kept on herself, she was beginning to forget that it even existed. She felt her toes curl and her breasts ache, she felt her fingernails dig into Lonny's back and leave red trails down it, she felt her clitoris throb to the point of wanting to scream and her hole gasp as if for breath for want of something in it
The room felt small and hot and her body was becoming dripping wet with their sweat and juices. The musky odor of their passion rose and assailed her nose. She was hungry with desire-it had been too long since she had felt the sweet agony of being in a man's arms. Tonight she was going to transform herself into a she-wolf and ravish this poor victim.
Lonny felt a sudden savagery let loose from Alysa and he responded in kind. He swiftly rolled her over and plunged his dick into her ass. He lifted her up by her hips and plunged his rod into her faster and faster. Her screams were reaching his ears and only driving him further and further into the insane feverish action. He felt the world slip away from him and they were riding on an island in the middle of a great sea, he could see their reflection in the water and the rolling waves rocking them back and forth, tossing them from side to side, slamming their bodies together and then apart.
He vaguely heard his own voice join the rising tones of hers. She was pushing her ass onto his cock as hard as he was trying to drive it in, she was writhing and twisting her ass around and around. He could feel her spine through the skin, he could feel the rushing spasms shattering her body, the heat, the tightness, the sucking feeling, the passion was rising faster and faster-driving them as if they were obsessed or possessed or both. Then he felt her ass clamp down hard onto his prick and convulse with the rhythm of orgasm .. .-he felt the ripping, tearing, screaming sensation of his semen being dragged from his guts and shot into her asshole.
She didn't loose a second, she tore from his grasp and turned around. She pushed his knees further apart so that he was balanced then she leapt up around his waist, wrapped her legs tightly around him and impaled her cunt onto his cock. She moaned and groaned and rammed his huge, thick pole into her quivering quim. She drove deeper and deeper until she finally shoved it into her tiny hole at the tip of her womb.
It felt like it was going to rip her apart, she shuddered and gasped and kept thrusting harder and harder. Suddenly she felt two fingers being pushed into her sopping wet ass, then two more fingers from the other hand. She could feel Lonny's cock rub against the fingers through the thin wall that separated her ass from her cunt. Now she was sure that she was going to be torn in half! His cock, his fingers, her cunt, her ass, their bodies- plastered against each other, fighting, struggling, writhing, torturing, twisting, thrashing, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, the wet sticky juices, the dripping sweat, the mirror images, the video images, the sound of their voices all blending together, all coming to a peak, to a pinnacle, to the brink of disaster and the abyss- to nothingness, to space, to the world of no return, the slashing, clawing, rending orgasm-the raging, raving, ranting convulsions shattered their bodies and threw them apart. They lay on the bed, panting, the sound of orgasm still echoing in their ears.
After a few minutes when they had caught their breath, Lonny said, "Let's see it again."
"Super," Alysa gasped.
Lonny leaned over, rewound the tape and sound track and switched it on, then he lay back with Alysa. The image began to fondle and caress her beautiful breasts.
CHAPTER NINE
Lonny got up late, feeling really great and even more confident than the day before. Alysa wasn't in bed so he assumed that she was in the bathroom or kitchen. He got up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom-no Alysa, so fee went to the kitchen-no Alysa, then he became alarmed. He couldn't see why she would disappear so suddenly after the night that they had had. Unfortunately he couldn't fool himself that she might be in another room or hiding somewhere because there wasn't another room and nowhere to hide.
"Damn!" he swore to himself, "I don't believe this, maybe she left a note or something."
He had purposely not put on a robe since he had thought that Alysa was still around and would like the effect, but now he didn't particularly feel like having the neighbors ogle him so he went and put on his robe and began to search for something that would explain the missing Alysa. He ended up in the livingroom, dejected and disgusted; no note. Then he saw a small piece of paper on the mantel.
He walked over and under the jade elephant was a note from the missing lady.
"Dearest Lonny, For reasons that I can't possibly explain now, I must leave in this awful and rude manner. I'm really very sorry about it because I know that you will be furious and hurt when you find me gone. I want to thank you more than I could ever express for last night, it had to be the most wonderful night of my life. You are truly a beautiful man and I wonder why you are still loose or maybe the gods finally decided to smile briefly on me and give me a gift. Please forgive me and maybe the gods will smile again on me and we will be able to see each other another time. I thank you again and will remember this sweet night forever. Love, Alysa"
Lonny didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or get angry. He did none of them, he just carefully folded the note and tucked it into his robe pocket and smiled softly to himself thinking of her with great tenderness as he went to fix himself breakfast.
He mused about the events of the night before and about the lady involved. He felt a little better that he had actually had a valid reason for his feelings that she might disappear last night. It hadn't just been all nervousness, and apparently it had surprised her that she had come home with him, balled him ... and enjoyed it. Apparently this was not something that happened too often. He wondered what the reason was that she couldn't possibly explain plain, he wondered if it was anything like the problem that he had with Gilda.
"Ah Gilda, lovely, lovely, haunting Gilda," he murmured out loud, "I wonder if my precious love is all right and what she is doing. I hope that it is working out as well for her as it has for me."
He pondered on what he was going to do that day since it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. Then he smiled. He would go cruising for a young, willing, high school senior and they would go parking. Something he had never done when he was in high school because he and Gilda could always make out at home.
He quickly got dressed, occasionally chuckling at himself for being so foolish and gay. He bounced out of the house and practically ran to the car. He felt like a kid, he wanted to leap up into the air and click his heels together, he felt lighter and more alive than he had in a long time.
Maybe he and Gilda really needed the rest from each other ... maybe it was just that they had to sneak around all the time and it was wearing on the nerves, or maybe it was the relatives that always looked like doom was on their doorstep. Whatever the reason for his being down was now gone-he felt fantastic! The more he thought about picking up some young bouncy kid, the more turned an he got.
He went roaring out of the garage as if he was a teenager with his hotrod going down to the local hangout to see who would go to the local lovers lane to make out. He slowed down when he reached the edge of the high school property, but all the summer school kids had already left, so he went on to the local hang out There he saw swarms of them, flocks of them, all twittering and chattering away to each other and keeping a sharp eye out for anything interesting.
Then he spied her-she was the tiniest creature that he had ever seen. She was standing a little apart from all the others and she was a woman ... at least that was how she came across. A beautiful child-woman. Occasionally he saw another girl talk to her, or a boy pass by and look longingly at her. She was perfect in every way, she would have been a knock-out of a model had she been taller, and Lonny knew many an agent that would kick themselves for not being able to use her if they ever saw her.
Lonny didn't want to approach her because he felt sun that she would approach him. He was right, she noticed him and saw that he was just sitting in the car taking in the scene. Kate looked carefully at the man in the good looking car. It was some kind of foreign make and she wasn't that familiar with cars anyway. He was fabulous looking and obviously wanted some company.
She had always heard that older men were very good lovers, especially with young girls and Kate was very tired of being pawed over by gangly guys who thought they were great makeout artists. She decided to take a chance and walk over to the car. As she approached she saw him lean over to the other side and open the door, so she walked around the car and got in. She had to admit that she was a little nervous, but a little excited, too.
"Hi, my name's Kate and you looked like you wanted company," she said quietly.
"My name's Lonny and you're right, I did want company and you were the one that I was hoping would come over," he replied.
"I've never done this before and I've got to say that I'm a little scared," she told him.
"Don't worry, that makes two of us, even when I was a kid I never picked a girl up and took her parking, but today looked like a great day for it and I thought that I ought to try it at least once," Lonny said tenderly.
"Super," she said as they pulled away from the corner. "I know a really great place-very secluded and the cops don't bug you there. Actually it's a place that I go by myself to think most of the time."
"Sounds fine to me, just tell me where, especially since "I'm really a stranger to these parts."
It was a short drive until they came to a wooded area. It didn't look like much from the road, as a matter of; fact, it looked like the forest had all died. Kate told Lonny to park the car, that they were going to have to walk in the rest of the way.
"Honestly, you should see this place at night on a full moon ... it's unreal, but it's unreal anyway, I mean ... well you'll just have to see because I can't describe it and do it any justice," she bubbled beside him.
Lonny didn't say anything, he was busy tuning his senses in, he had the strangest feeling that something very unusual was going to happen to him that afternoon. It took them about five minutes to get to the edge of the place that Kate was raving about. Then she made him close his eyes before they walked in, in order to get the full effect. So Lonny closed his eyes and felt her small hand take his and lead him into the area. He wasn't too sure of his footing and so he stumbled around a lot with Kate having a hard time keeping him upright. By the time they stopped, they both were in fits of giggles.
Then she said very solemnly, "You can open your eyes now."
He did and couldn't believe what he saw. There was a sparkling waterfall, a pond, beautiful green plants, and the thickest carpeting of grass that he had seen in a long time. The flowers all looked like some exotic rare breed that wasn't even supposed to grow in this country.
He looked back to where they had come from and there was a circle formed by the green alive magical spot and the dead forest at the edge. It was unreal and he couldn't believe that it really existed, that there wasn't some game being played on his head or a drug slipped to him without his knowing it. But he knew that was all nonsense. It was real and fantastic. Even the sun seemed to shine in a different way.
"Let's go into the water, it's like nothing you could have ever felt before in your life and I'm sure that you will love it," Kate said softly.
Lonny wasn't about to argue with the tiny creature that brought him to her magical home. At least he was sure that it must be where she lived because it was obviously where she belonged. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and went to the pond's edge. He could see clear to the bottom and when he went in he expected freezing water, but it was cool and just right.
Kate had shed her clothing, too and joined him in the crystal clear waters. She glided up to him, the water forming a path behind her, and slipped her arms around his neck. He felt her tiny body begin to press and move against his, he felt her hips caress his swelling prick, he felt her beautiful breasts, which were full, soft, and round, graze across his chest. He was so hard that he surprised himself. He had never been able to get that hard that fast, even with Gilda.
Now, he felt himself fill up with unspeakable joy. It was like he was finally fulfilling his childhood, or at least his teenage years. It was like something inside of him was being released and with it went the unholy attachment to Gilda. Now maybe he could love her and ball her, but without clinging to her, without his whole life hanging on every move that she made or would make.
He suddenly lifted Kate up into the air and swung her around and around. He whooped and hollered, not caring if anybody heard, and then he threw her into the water, She landed with a great big splash and came up laughing and throwing water all over him. He tried to catch her again but she was too fast for him and he tripped and landed on his ass in the water.
Kate took advantage of the opportunity and attacked him, pinning his arms behind him and beginning to lick his nipples. He pretended to struggle and try and get away but he wasn't doing a very convincing job of it, since he was leaning into her every stroke. He loved it, his cock was bouncing and dancing in the air, his balls were rolling around and around in their sac, his nipples were like two little pebbles, and his body was burning with desire.
Lonny wanted to fuck Kate, wanted to fuck her like he had never fucked anybody in his life. It was a different kind of feeling from Alysa ... that was love. It was different from Gilda, that was almost mystical. This was a joyous feeling all unto itself. He groaned and thrust his hips up to her, trying to touch her pussy, trying to feel her clitoris against his cock.
Kate felt the joy and excitement that this man was experiencing. She was firmly convinced that all the stories about older men being fabulous lovers had to be true if he was any example. She felt like she was going to burst and it was everything that she could do not to let him go and have him ravish her. She was sure, though, that it was much better for him to wait, to have it build up, to create a fantastic tension and then explode into action.
Her body was quivering with lust, her eyes were sparkling with the flame of passion. She felt the cool water gently swirl around them as they thrashed and twisted about It glided through her cunt and felt like a thousand caressing fingers. It flowed over her clit and made it ache for a firmer touch.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She released his arms and collapsed on top of him. She began to furiously grind her little body against his, rubbing and scraping her hips against his cock, trying to merge her body with his, trying to fuse them together. She felt his hard shaft roll around underneath her, she felt the water slosh from side to side. She had wedged her pussy down onto his thigh and was pushing it up and down to try and satisfy her craving clitoris.
Lonny grabbed her back and squeezed a great chunk of flesh up in his hands. He pressed himself just as hard against her as she did against him. He felt the same urgency to have them become one, the same savage passion, the same aching, burning sensation. She was soft and warm and angular all at the same time. She matched his furiousness movement for movement.
Stroke for stroke, bite for bite, thrust for thrust, faster and faster, harder and harder. They were oblivious to the water splashing into their eyes and up their noses. They were aware of only one thing-they had to have each either quickly. They had to pound and beat and ram into each other like there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly they were together ... neither of them knew quite how it happened, they were just there. Lenny's cock was lodged all the way inside of this incredible little beast and he had absolutely no idea how it got there. Kate felt the huge rod probing so far up her that she felt like it was going to come out of her mouth, but she didn't know how it got there in the first place.
She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't fucked a lot either and she had never had anyone so big before. She felt the burning flames lick and sear the edge of her pussy. She felt the enormous cock rip and tear at her hole, seeming to drag half her insides with it every time he pulled out and shove them further back than they belonged every time he slammed in. She was screaming and crying as he went faster and faster, having no mercy, having no intention of stopping and she didn't really want him to.
Lonny thought he was going to be strangled by a pussy, Never before had he felt a snatch that tight, that hot, that plush, or that delightful to fuck. Her cries of half-pain, half-ecstasy drove him wild, they made him go faster and deeper and harder. They made him ram and shove and pump into her over and over again. He felt the rushing water being sucked up inside of her, mingled with her juices and his then and forced back out again.
He especially liked her grasping hungry cunt milking his cock for all it was worth. He loved the feeling of her rippling muscles and twitching walls clamping down on him tighter and tighter as she came closer and closer to orgasm. The cool water was now at a boiling point and was bubbling and frothing all around them. He could feel his semen being drawn up and forced out through the all-of-a-sudden much too tight hole at the tip of his prick.
He felt like he was in flames, in a huge burning inferno and nothing was going to be able to quench it. She felt like she was going to fly off in two directions. She felt like there was going to be nothing left of them for anyone to find. They were merged, they were fused like no other two people had ever been before. To them nothing mattered no one could know the sweet delight that they were experiencing right then. No one could possibly have any idea of what it was all about, they could only dream about it but no one had ever lived it before them.
Then the creamy hot liquid shot out and filled her up. It poured into her and out of her again and again, time after time, until it was all gone and no more could pour out. Then they realized that the world really did exist and that it had all happened before and would happen again, but that it was unbelievably beautiful while it lasted. They lay there and let the water settle down and calmly flow around them.
Finally they got up, feeling clean and good inside, they got dressed and headed back to Lonny's car. Neither one of them spoke a word, neither one of them would, because no words were needed. Lonny dropped her off on the corner where he had found her and drove off with a small secret smile playing at his lips. He had found the right door and now he was free.
CHAPTER TEN
Lonny had just gotten home from another very good one-night stand when he heard the telephone ringing like it was going to jump off the hook. He fumbled with the keys and cursed the instinctive quirk in man to be clumsy when he was in a hurry. He hadn't heard from Gilda in five days and he had only really thought of her in the first three so he felt a little guilty when he heard her voice come over the line.
"Hi, big brother. How have you been?" she tried to sound cheerful.
"All right. I didn't call because you asked me not to, but I've thought of you and hoped that you were doing all right," it was mostly the truth and she sounded like she needed to hear something like that.
"Well, I was going to say that I was doing just dandy but actually things are not all that great now," she said, sounding like she was confessing to committing a major crime.
"You see, the first two days were really great and I had a lot of fun. I also met one of the nicest men that you could hope to shake a stick at, but, it hasn't been so hot after that. I could have called Phil up-that's the guy that I mentioned, but I didn't want to get hung up and defeat the whole purpose of what I was doing. So I finally decided that I would call you and at least we could talk and maybe I would feel better," she ended it sounding very hopeful that he would see her.
He couldn't very well refuse her although he had a funny feeling that more than just talking was going to go down. He only hoped that he was going to be strong enough not to get trapped again and that maybe he could even help her become free. It was such a glorious feeling that he really wanted Gilda to know all about it
"Sure, baby, can I come over and see you? I have a lot of things to tell you. How's Gene?" Lonny realized that he really wanted to know, that he even cared for his brother-in-law.
"That's one of the things that I have to talk about. How soon can you be here?" she sounded like she was bordering on desperation.
"Ten minutes O.K.?"
"Great, love you," she blew a kiss into the phone.
Lonny hung up the receiver, grabbed his coat, and dashed off to the elevator. It was while he was on the road to Gilda's house that he realized that she had met another man, Phil, whom she had apparently really liked am he hadn't even felt the slightest twinge of envy or jealousy. At that exact moment he knew that he was never going to have any more trouble and that he very definitely could help Gilda come through a whole, complete person.
He saw her waiting in the driveway when he turned the corner. He knew that she must feel badly to do that, knowing how she felt about her nosy neighbor. Her face looked worn and pinched, like she hadn't slept in a couple of days. He didn't like that, since usually nothing could disturb her enough for her to start messing around with her physical health.
She ran up to the car and threw her arms around his neck. Lonny thought that she would have done that even if he hadn't had the top down-she would have just gone through the window. Her breathing was ragged, labored, like she was having a hard time doing it.
"Hey! Untangle yourself and let me get out of the car," he was really worried about her now.
"Oh Lonny, Lonny, I. . . I. . . ." She couldn't go any further, the sobs were coming too fast.
"Hey, hey, baby, slow down there, remember I have no idea of what's been going on and what hasn't. Let's go into the house. Come on, honey." He took her by the arm and led her into the living room. When they got inside he gently set her down on the sofa and went and mixed her a drink.
"Here, this will help. Now, tell me all about it. Why you look so pale and sick and why you can't breathe right and why you are in hysterics."
"Oh Lonny, it was such a great idea, and the first day really worked out well. Gene called just before I left to go out and it was a great conversation-then I met this really nice man and I thought that the whole thing was going to be fine.
"I came home the next day and I got a telegram from Gene and I made it with the messenger boy, who was a sweetheart. But that was the end of the goodies. I decided not to go out that night, I would go out the next. O.K , that's what I did. I went to the same place that I had be in the night before only this time there was no nice warm Phil. There were nothing but creeps.
"Well, I turned to go and find someplace else when this guy comes up to me and grabs my arm. He had a grip like a gorilla and he had the nerve to ask me how much I was charging. Now, I don't think I look like a whore. Do I?"
"As if you really need to ask, of course you don't. Never have and never will. I would like to clobber that man for even insinuating such a thing about you," Lonny hotly replied.
"If you feel that way now-listen to the rest of it I very coolly replied that I was not a whore, and I would thank him kindly to take his hands off of me. He doesn't like this so he takes it into his head that I'm laying a rap on him and that I'm refusing to service him because I don't like his looks.
"I assure him that this is not the case and repeat what I had said before. At that point he slaps me. You would think that somebody would try to stop this man-there were lots of people standing around watching this whole scene. No way! Not one single offer of help or even questioning whether this man was right or wrong in his judgment of me or not
"I know that the place wasn't a pickup joint the first night that I was in there so something was definitely screwy there. Needless to say I was pretty mad by then with him and the whole place, so I bit him to make him let go of me. He did all right and knocked the shit out of me in the process.
"Well, to make a long story short, he knocked me out, took me apparently upstairs to a bedroom-and raped me. I woke up in the middle of it and tried to get away so he knocked me out again, giving me a concussion, then he finished and left He also left a one hundred dollar bill on the bed.
"Someone must have remembered seeing him carrying me upstairs and got to wondering why I hadn't come back down when the guy had a long time before. So they came up and found me a bloody mess, and called a doctor who patched me up. By that time I was conscious and wishing that I wasn't, and then the doctor wanted to know who the manager or owner of the place was."
Lonny couldn't keep still any longer, he had to interrupt her, "Baby! Do you know who this man is and why he did this? Because he's going to pay and pay good for it!!"
"I'm coming to that" Gilda sighed and smiled wanly at Lonny, "Thanks for the drink, it's helping and your being here is helping the most." Her voice threatened to break and become tears again. Lonny reached over and put his arm around her and held her very tight and rocked her back and forth, until she calmed down again.
"O.K., I'm all right. The owner came rushing into the room and demanded to know what was going on and was I trying to get him busted-hooking in his place and then screaming about it when I got beat up. The doctor had a it! He said that obviously I was no hooker, he had seen enough of them and there were definite ways of physically telling, and if the owner didn't find out what was going on that he was going to be in a lot more trouble than he already was."
."Then the owner took a good look at me and turned about ten shades paler than he was. He said that it was obvious that there had been some big mistake, and to prove it he pulled out a picture of a girl. Lonny, I swear she was my double. Apparently this man, the one who raped me, had fucked this other girl who is a part-time high class prostitute, and so he thought that she was giving him the brush off. I gather she would have had good reason to do so if it had been her.
"Anyway the cops were called in and the place was closed down and I have charges registered against the guy with witnesses who are willing to testify that I was unconscious when he took me upstairs against my will. And the doctor can vouch for rape and assault so it really is taken care of.
"Then, you see, I tried to call Gene and he wasn't at the hotel. I left a message for him to get in touch with me as soon as possible. He did, but only to tell me that he was going to have to stay longer and there was nothing that he could do about it. I knew that he was telling me the truth because his boss had hinted at something like that when I had called earlier. Now, I haven't heard from him since the last call and I can't get in touch with him."
"O.K.," Lonny said, "but that doesn't explain why you are in the condition that you're in today if this was three days ago. Or else you should have gone to a doctor and seen if there were complications. I'm not trying to sound unsympathetic but I know enough about medicine to know that you are not just in bad psychological shape, but physical as well. I know you're still shook, but I can't buy that that's all. Has this guy gotten out on bail and come looking for you because you pressed charges? Is that what happened?"
"No, it turned out that he was wanted for murder of another prostitute in another state. But! A friend of his came around last night and pulled a gun on me. He said he was going to kill me if I went through with my charges because this creep could beat the other charge, he had pull or something, but this one was too airtight. "I gathered that the other witnesses were not able to be intimidated, or they weren't home, or they were under police protection, otherwise I couldn't see why this guy was so worried. Then I thought it was odd, that I, the one who had been raped, wouldn't be under police protection if this guy was that dangerous.
"Well, I took a wild chance that this man was bluffing and told him to shove it. I wasn't thinking too well and I was mad and I was very foolish. He shot a hole in the wall-you can see it. That made me hold very still and not say a word. He grabbed me and the whole scene from the night before started to go down again, only this time I was conscious and there was a gun on me.
"Thank God for nosy neighbors, sometimes. Helen heard the shot and of course had heard the whole story already. She didn't even come to check, she just called the police and told them to get their asses over here. Meanwhile, I'm trying not to go to pieces.
"He managed to accomplish what he had really come for, but the cops got him, too. Now I've got two suits. I tried to call you, but you weren't home and I tried to call Phil but he wasn't home. I still couldn't get Gene and I couldn't have stood to have Helen here on top of everything else in spite of what she did for me.
"If you look carefully, you'll see a car parked a little ways down the road. They've been here all night and day. That's why I met you in the driveway. I was letting them know that it was all right. I didn't mean to go to pieces on you, but I've been under an awful lot of strain."
"Hey, what's with the apologizing, what else are big brothers for? Do you think that Gene is all right? I mean since you haven't been able to reach him." Lonny continued to rock her back and forth.
"I called his boss this morning and told him what happened and he said that Gene had to go into an area that still doesn't have phones. He wasn't sure when he would get back to civilization but that he would let Gene know as soon as he came back."
Suddenly Lonny knew that the only thing that was going to keep Gilda's head in one piece was if they made love. It would wipe out all the bad memories and there would only be a dull ache every once in awhile. He slipped his hand off of her shoulder and down to her breast. Very very gently he began to squeeze it and fondle it. He took his other hand and turned her face towards his and kissed her lips.
He put his arm back around her and pulled her closer to him, then slid his tongue into her mouth and began to probe around for her tongue. He teased and played with the tip of it once he found it, drawing her out, getting her to respond, getting her to want him. He could hear her breathing calm down and then speed up, but this time he knew it was from passion and not from fear. Gilda thought that the last thing that she would want to do was ball and yet, when Lonny started to stroke her breast and kiss her, she knew that that was what she wanted. She wanted Lonny to say that it was all right and that he didn't think she was unclean or terrible. She wanted to know that he still loved her in spite of it all. She felt her juices well up inside her and begin to flow from her cunt. She felt her whole being become a part of his.
It was all so simple-Lonny touched her and she was him and he was her. There was never any doubt in either of their minds, why would she fight that, why would she want anything different, why should she want anything different? She had been very foolish in trying to change destiny and it was the gods of their world punishing her when she was attacked. She pulled him down onto the couch and wrapped her legs around him. She pressed her beautiful body against his and moved her hips slowly around his crotch, feeling his cock grow and become hard. Her fingers tore at his clothes shaking in their hurry to have him all to herself with nothing between them. Her panties were soaked and clinging to her pussy, she felt like she was burning up and had to get rid of the confining clothes that wouldn't allow her to breathe.
Lonny helped her shed her clothes then he took her breasts into both hands and began to flick his tongue back and forth, from nipple to nipple. He built the speed up until he was going so fast that Gilda could hardly follow him. He was biting and tugging and slapping them as fast as he could go. She was moaning and writhing beneath him, spurring him on to bring her to the point of orgasm.
He felt her hand squeeze between them and take hold of his stiff shaft. He felt her hot fingers slide up and down on the swollen rod, making it tingle, making it ache, making it rise in passion, in wanting, in bursting! Suddenly the creamy liquid was spurting all over them.
Gilda immediately began to rub against him, keeping him hard and smearing the sticky substance totally over them. Then she grabbed his cock and shoved it into her cunt. She felt that overpowering ecstasy once more, the absolute totality of Lonny never ceased to amaze her. She loved it and she loved him and she wanted as much as she could possibly get.
Their movements were swift and easy, they flowed with each other, never did they have to guess what was going on or who was going to move where, they just knew. Faster and faster they drove themselves. Harder and deeper they probed into each other as if to find some secret- some unknown, uncharted land, but they knew that there was none, they knew that they were one and had no secrets.
Lonny thought of Kate and of the gift that she had given him. He was going to give this gift to Gilda, he was going to give it to her through their passion, through their lust, through their wantonness with each other. He was going to show her that there was new land to seek out and explore.
He could feel it coming, he could feel the beauty, the freedom, the raw, razor-edged joy! The pit, the abyss, the orgasm, the heaven or hell-whatever you wanted it to be. He felt the energy that was and could either drive people mad or keep them sane. It roared out of him and into her, out of her and into him, out of him and into her then again out of her and into him!
Gilda raised up on an elbow and looked at him, puzzled.
Lonny had changed, he said he had and now she knew it for sure. She had lost him in a sense and yet she had actually gained him back. She even thought that she might have more of him than she had ever had before. If she was going to really know that, though, she was going to have to try and learn what he was talking about.
She was going to have to try and really find out about this freedom thing. They had had four glorious days so far, but she knew that she was going to have to find this secret door. It was funny, she was the one who had wanted to try and break their bond and now Lonny had done it she had to learn how. He said that she almost had with Phil, so she sort of knew what he was talking about and how it felt
The cops were still watching the place, but this didn't bother her. What did, though, was that Gene was still gone and no one had heard from him. It was on the fourth day that she knew that she really wanted to learn this freedom with Gene. Not to tie herself up with someone else all over again, but because that was the way it should be, by her rules, not anyone else's.
"Lonny?" she turned to him after having just thought of this, "You know what?"
"No, darling, what?"
"I want to learn this freedom with Gene, no one else but him."
"Hey, that's beautiful, honey. I think that you just might be able to. I think that you and Gene could really make a go of it," he said happily.
"But the only thing is, I don't want to stop being with you either. Do you think that Gene will ever be able to accept you as part of the family and we could all three live together?"
"Baby, I have no idea, probably not for awhile. I think that you should work out your own thing first and then suggest it to him. That doesn't mean that I don't want to be with you-obviously I do since I'm here and I could have gone. But I think that it would be unfair to both of you if I stayed around or if you asked Gene the first thing when he walks in the door."
"You're right. We have a lot of catching up to do," she mused.
Then Gilda sat in silence for awhile, thinking about all the events that had happened to her since she had last seen Gene. She thought about how she used to think that he was the one that was trapped and that she was free Now she knew that they both were in traps and they weren't all that different, either.
She was also very worried about Gene. It wasn't like him not to at least write her a letter and let her know that he was all right, especially since they had become so close But maybe this place didn't even have a mail service.
She was so deeply engrossed in her thoughts that she wasn't aware that Lonny had gotten undressed, or that he had started to caress her thigh. It was only when he
touched her clitoris that she realized that he had other things on his mind other than just sitting. She looked at him and smiled a warm, tender smile. Lonny was so beautiful, she loved watching him for hours" at whatever he was doing, it didn't matter what he was doing, it was him. He had to be the most beautiful creature on earth.
Lonny's fingers crept up her thigh and nestled themselves in her cunt. He always loved the warmth and sweet wetness of her pussy, he loved to taste it, to take it into his mouth and suck on it, to feel the plush softness of it squish around in his mouth. He loved the feeling of her cunt walls closing over his shaft and drawing it into the deepest depths of her being.
Gilda stretched out and began to purr like a kitten. The gentle ministrations of Lonny's fingers were lighting up her body and making her feel all tingly and excited. She reached up with her hands and began to play with her own breasts. She rolled her nipples around between her fingers, pulling at them, pinching them, squeezing them, and pulled them far enough so that she could lick on the nipples.
She was intensely aware that Lonny was watching her and that he had a great big smile on his face. She also knew that his cock was hard as a rock from watching her actions. She slowly began to move her hips around and around, urging his fingers to explore further, to take more liberties with the soft hole that they cradled. Her long lithe body, with her silvery blonde hair, seemed to be lit up from inside, radiating a special signal that only she and Lonny knew.
Lonny pulled her legs apart and started to bury his head in her crotch when he suddenly stopped. He got up from the bed and went over to a drawer. He rummaged around in it for a minute then he pulled out some ribbon. He came back to the bed and took Gilda's legs and tied them to the corners of the bed, next he took her arms and tied them to the upper corners of the bed. She was spread out in an V shape and couldn't move.
He climbed back onto the bed and resumed where he had been going in the first place ... to her pussy. He slowly started to lick all up and down her slit, his tongue flattened out, a teasing stroke, a torturing stroke that made her writhe and groan with the pleasure of it. He took her twat lips between his lips and began to suck on them. He sandwiched his tongue between them and slid it up and down. Faster and faster he sucked on her, dipping quickly into her hole, rolling over her clitoris, slapping the little knob of flesh back and forth.
He could feel it get harder and harder and begin to burn with an intense heat. He could feel her writhe and twist more and more. He could hear her groans become louder and louder and her juices flow faster and more abundantly. He could feel her really struggle to be loosed from the velvet bonds that held her. They were going crazy they struggled with each other more and more, they twist ed and turned and the more Gilda struggled the harder Lonny clamped down on her clitoris.
His teeth were pressed in to the hard little flesh biting and scraping along it. He could feel her building and building and he knew that she was on the brink and that the slightest touch would send her over. He stopped and was softly breathing on it, waiting, waiting, until suddenly he flicked across it with the tip of his tongue. Over and over she went, the screams resounding on the four walls, bouncing and echoing as was her clitoris.
Lonny wasted no time at all in slamming his aching rod into the pulsing greedy hole. It swallowed him up and buried him up to the hilt. He felt that her hole would almost gulp his balls down if it could, too. He felt it tug and pull, suck and milk, squeeze and clutch his swollen cock. He felt the edge of orgasm, the overpowering waves of delight, the sea of pleasure, the yawning chasm of lust opening up and engulfing him. He knew that this was going to be a hard and fast fuck or he was going to be consumed by the flames of desire.
She felt the marble shaft enter her and probe deeply into her. She felt the muscles of her cunt ripple all up and down the long pole in her. She moved her body to go with it, then against it, turning from side to side as much as she could. She felt her back draw up and arch like a crossbow ready to fire. She felt the scream of the ages rise in her throat and rip forth from it. She felt Lonny impale her over and over again, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper as if he was drilling for oil. She, too, knew that it wasn't going to take long for the world of passion to open its doors and welcome them home.
The room shifted from side to side and they were oblivious to anything or any sound, they only knew each other and only wanted the ultimate end. They saw lights flash around them in sparkling shooting colors, then Lonny rocketed off! His semen shot through her and pierced every crevice and place there was in her. It filled her and flowed out again. Her spasms rolled and convulsed over them until they finally lay still.
Lonny lazily reached up and untied the ribbons that held her hands and then untied the ones around her feet, He leaned over and kissed one of her breasts-suddenly there was a sound at the bedroom door. Gilda sat up with a look of terror on her face, then she saw that it was Gene. She started to relax until she saw the look on his face.
"What-what are you doing?" he asked in a seriously puzzled voice.
"We were just finishing making love, Gene," Gilda replied. She couldn't really think of anything else to tell him, except the cold hard truth.
Lonny just looked at Gene, he felt sorry for him because he knew that Gene wasn't going to understand-not for a long time-maybe not forever.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Lonny, I would appreciate it if you would get dressed and leave. You see, I saw everything you two did. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I want to talk to my wife alone, I would also like it. if you wouldn't call or try to see her for awhile-we have a lot to straighten out, and I don't think we can do it with you around," Gene calmly said.
"Yes, I know," Lonny replied, "I only hope that you two can get everything together. Don't be too hard on Gilda and listen carefully to what she has to say. Also, I think that both of you were a little at fault for all of this and it is up to both of you to straighten it out. I've already told Gilda this and she agrees. When you are ready to see me again, if ever, call-I'll be there."
Lonny quickly put on his clothes, gathered up all his belongings and left the house. He felt a strange sense of relief that Gene had finally seen the two of them together. He also felt that it was a good beginning for Gilda to tell him plainly what they were doing. Too much had gone down and too many times had they spared Gene's feelings when there were close calls. Now maybe they had a chance for a decent marriage. Lonny was pretty sure that he would get to see Gilda again, but his goal for now was to find himself someone to be with at all times.
Gene turned to his wife sitting on the bed holding a blanket up around her breasts; he wanted to yell at her, scream accusations about the sin of incest-but he couldn't do it Lonny had told him to listen to her, so listen he would. At the moment she looked terrified, but at least she had told him the truth, he couldn't say that she was lying to him or trying to hide anything from him Maybe they had been doing this right along, right under his nose, and he had been so blind and wrapped up in his business that he hadn't seen it. Maybe she had wanted him to catch them.
"Gene, if I'm going to talk to you, then you are going to have to sit down and stop looking so angry, because that isn't going to get us anywhere," Gilda finally managed to say.
"I'm sorry, Gilda, I was going through all my emotions and not letting any of them come out.. I wanted to hit you or yell at you or something, but I couldn't, so I was just standing there with this look of anger on my face and not doing anything." Gene sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh Gene, don't sit that way ... if you want me or want to be near me then sit with me, not on the edge as if you were afraid of touching me or rumpling the sheets. They're already rumpled, remember?" She suddenly stopped and realized that she probably hurt him with that remark.
"I didn't mean to be cruel, but maybe a lot of what I have to say is going to sound that way. You see, I've kept a lot of things to myself, too. It was Lonny that convinced me to talk to you about them. He said that we could become free if you and I only talked. If we got ourselves together, so I want to try, because I've discovered that I could really love you-not pretend, like I have been for all these years."
"I feel that I must have hurt you very much also," Gene said. "I didn't mean to, I only wanted the best for you, but in doing that, I guess I've been very blind."
"It's like this, Gene, you were following the path of your parents and mine-heading for the vegetable stage fast. Making money and having nice things is fine, but it's not the be. all and end all of life.
"You weren't enjoying life at all, and I hurt for you because of it. But after awhile when I had tried to show you other ways, I gave up. Then my heart became hard and I didn't care what happened to you. It was the last time I saw you that I felt something for you ... strange stirrings began to happen. I didn't know where they were coming from, Lonny didn't know, at that time, where they were coming from, .and I certainly don't think that you do either.
"I began to care for you, I wanted to hear from you, I missed you when you didn't call or write. I worried over you. This was all very new to me. It was even a little frightening and I wasn't sure that I wanted to feel that way about you and be crushed again when you wouldn't or couldn't change. ,
"But let me go back to the beginning, you see, Lonny and I have been making it with each other for years-ever since we were children. I suppose it was really I who seduced Lonny and not the other way around. He was just a very willing victim. But when you and I got married I stopped making it with Lonny. I didn't love you, but I wanted to give our marriage a chance to grow and maybe the love would come with it.
"I'm a very sexually oriented person, and you could also if you would just let yourself go. I tried to teach you when we were first married, but you wouldn't learn, you thought that all those things were nasty and dirty.
"You think my making it with Lonny is dirty, but that's only because you've been conditioned to think that way. Nothing is really wrong unless it physically or mentally hurts the person or persons involved or unless they aren't consenting or willing to be a part of it. You weren't willing to be a part of it, and I had to have it so I turned to Lonny again.
"I don't really care how much money we have or don't have as long as we aren't starving, but there are too many people in this world who are trapped in a tight little circle of no change. They are frightened of change, any kind of change. They reach some kind of plateau, of what they think is ultimate perfection, and they never want to go beyond that. They never want to explore the outer regions. That is the way so many people die at forty-oh maybe not physically but mentally, spiritually they're dead. No matter what they seemingly achieve to other people.
"I don't want to die, Gene, I want to live and be alive I want to explore everything, try anything. I'm not afraid to try new situations. What would happen to you if you lost your job tomorrow ... you'd be lost. I wouldn't, I'd go on living.
"I have to admit that I became very dependent on Lonny because he would bring me change and I would bring him change-but neither of us was very happy with the situation. We wanted to be able to ball in the open, we wanted to make our love known to everyone, not to have to hide it. We got trapped with each other because we couldn't find someone else who was willing to change as we changed. So, in a sense, we were in the same circle, only just on another level. Now Lonny's free, and I want to be free and I want you to be free with me, Gene.
"There are too many games going on in this world, but there are other people who think like this, I know it. I haven't met any but I know that there has to be and we will find them eventually. At least we would have the three of us and we could try and help others to see. You see, Lonny and I would like to be able to be together and I want to be with you. What would make more sense, than for the three of us to live together? I don't expect you to take to this idea right away. Just think about it.
"I'm not suggesting a commune either, but if Lonny ever found who he is looking for then I would want her to be here also. Do you understand that at all?" Gilda looked pleadingly at him.
"It is an awful lot that you have said, Gilda," Gene replied.
He sat there for a minute and couldn't say anything to her. He thought about the fact that he never told her what he was doing in his work because he thought that she wouldn't understand it. Now he knew that she would probably understand it better than most of the men that he had to deal with. He thought of how he felt about her but had never told her-how he liked having her up on a pedestal because he thought that he could never really approach her. He thought that he could never really be good enough for her.
"Gilda, I thought that I could never be good enough for you," he blurted out, "that's why I could never approach you, I could never come to you and take you in my arms and start to make love to you. I was afraid of you. I put you up on a pedestal and worshipped you from afar. I thought that even balling would defile you and I cursed myself every time that I had to do it, because I couldn't stand the pressure any longer.
"I couldn't masturbate because I had been told that that was even worse than defiling a woman and I couldn't bring myself to be unfaithful to you with a prostitute, so I had to have you. And I was miserable when I did. If I could have masturbated I would have been a lot happier, but I couldn't even when I was a child and I knew that everyone else did it.
"I thought that all those things that you would try to show me were horrible and that I had lowered you to that depth and that you hated yourself at those times so much that you were doing them to punish yourself. I couldn't understand why you would do them otherwise.
"Then this last time I was home something happened and I found myself being aggressive. I thought that you were coming to me because you wanted to have children and that was the only reason you would allow me to touch you. I always wondered why we didn't have any and then I thought it was because I had forced you to do ugly things when I hadn't learned how to control my urges and we were being punished for it. Actually, that I was being punished, because no one would punish you. That only hurt me more because you were suffering for my wrong doing.
"I don't know what happened that time, I just found myself doing things. I can see now that I was wrong all the way and that you were so happy when I began to show some interest. I guess it must have surprised you a lot"
"Honey," she said, putting her arms around him, "it surprised and pleased me more than I could ever tell you. We don't have any children, by the way, because I take the pill. I wasn't going to raise any kids in the repressive atmosphere of our home.
"But your being aggressive, or trying to be, is what led me to sending Lonny home for the first four days. Other things happened that made me call him back, but I sent him away thinking that if I only had only casual sex with men, it would give me a better chance with you. That I wouldn't be comparing you to Lonny so much, that I might even forget a little of what Lonny was like. Other men don't matter to me, but I wanted to give you something easier to deal with than Lonny."
"Gilda, you are amazing!" Gene said with awe, "But tell me, why did you call Lonny back and when did you do this? How long has he been here?"
Gilda detected a note of jealousy in' Gene's voice and was pleased to hear it. She was more afraid to tell Gene this thing, though, than she had been to tell him about Lonny and herself. She supposed that was because she and Lonny was so natural to her and the other seemed very unreal.
"The first night that I was home," she plunged ahead, "I decided to go to a bar and pick up someone. I met a lovely man named Phil. I went home with him and we had a beautiful night together. Actually, I would like you to meet him because I think that you two would like each other as people.
"Anyway, since that had been so great, I went back the third night that you were gone. Only this time was a lot different. To make it short, I was mistaken for another girl who is a prostitute, and I was raped and beaten. They caught the guy and I filed a case against him and the owner of the bar. I was shook but I was alright. The next day, though, a friend of his came and raped me at gun point, trying to intimidate me so I'd drop the charges.
"Helen heard a shot-he shot a bullet into the ceiling to prove that he wasn't bluffing, and she called the police. He got what he wanted, to fuck me, before the cops arrived, but they got him and now I have three cases. Well, I didn't want Helen to stay with me, in spite of what she did, so I called Phil but he wasn't in. The cops were stationed outside and guarding the house but I still didn't feel like being alone. I called you but you were off somewhere where they couldn't reach you.
"I remember now, I reached you after the first time, i was the second one that you didn't know about. Anyway, the only person that I could reach was Lonny. He came over and has been with me ever since. I couldn't bear to have him go-so he stayed."
"Oh my darling Gilda, I'm so sorry-are the police still there?" he asked holding her very tight.
"I would imagine so, I gave them a picture of you so that they would know that you were all right to let by," she replied and squeezed him back.
"I wish that my damned company had told me, but the deal was very important and I suppose they knew that I would have junked it right there and then if I had known, because I wasn't all that impossible for them to get hold of me. I got the deal through, but I'm not sure that I want to work for them anymore, after that. I would think that they would realize that a man's wife is more important than a damn deal!" Gene stormed, bitterly.
"Darling, that is just what I have been trying to tell you about the life you lead. To them the deal was more important. Your wife would survive and if not, well, that's too bad. But the deal may never be able to happen again and so that was much more important. Business takes priority over everything else," she very patiently explained to him.
"Now maybe you can see, more clearly, what I have been trying to show you. It is a deadly circle that you can get trapped so easily. Please, Gene, get out of it. I don't think that you have to quit your job if you don't want to, as long as you understand what's going on. As long as you don't let them suck you back into that trap again, and as long as you stand up for yourself. That's half the problem, Gene, you let everybody walk over you. And you mustn't," she emphasized.
"No more, darling, I think that I just might be on the road to recovery. And about Lonny-not yet, let's try something out first. I heard of a wife-swapping group and maybe we could join them and see how we like it. Then if that works maybe I can accept having Lonny here."
Gilda was so happy that she bounced up and down or the bed like a small kid. Gene felt good because he had brought her some joy at last. He finally felt like they could have a good marriage. He suddenly felt like crying with happiness and he let the tears flow down his cheeks in two tiny paths.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Their talk had taken place a week ago and now they were on their way to the first couple's house. Gene had heard about a club through one of his business associates and he had gone and signed them up. He had to-give a physical description of themselves and what their likes and dislikes were concerning sex and almost everything else, too. On his information sheet he put that he had had really very little to do with sex and therefore didn't know what he liked and disliked, but that he was willing to try anything at least once.
He had to ask Gilda about hers and he was amazed at the number of things that she had done and at what she really liked. He had never known that she had balled another woman, or fucked with a dildo, or with a vibrator, or with pieces of fruit. He had never suspected that she had been fucked in the ass, or, that with a double dildo, had been fucked while fucking a guy in the ass.
There were so many things that he couldn't hope to remember them all. All he knew was that he had a lot of catching up to do. He felt a little nervous about this evening, but Gilda had assured him that it was a normal feeling for anyone to have the first time. She told him that she was nervous also, but he couldn't really believe it, he couldn't see any reason for her to be nervous.
He kept wondering what would happen if he couldn't get hard, or couldn't stay hard, or what if he couldn't relate to the woman or they just couldn't get it together, He wondered what the proper etiquette would be in such a situation-would it be possible to tell Gilda that he wanted to go home? Or maybe he should just take the woman by the hand-none of these approaches seemed right. He didn't think that he would have the nerve to walk into a room where two people were balling and remove one of them-especially since that one would be the wife of the other.
But the big question that really plagued his mind was, what if the guy wanted to fuck him? What was he going to do? He had put down on the paper that he was willing to try anything once so he couldn't very well refuse. But he wasn't at all sure that he really wanted to try that one out
"Gilda?" he had to ask her what he should do.
"Yes?" poor Gene, Gilda thought, she felt so sorry for him because he was so afraid.
"What should I do if the guy ... ah, if the guy ... well you know, if he wants?" he knew that it wasn't coming out too well.
"If he wants to fuck you?" Gilda finished the sentence for him.
"Yes, that's what I mean. You see, I'm not sure that I could go for that," he tried to explain.
"Well, honey, I think that you should just tell him that you forgot to write it down on the dislikes because you didn't think that you would ever run up against that kind of situation," she turned and smiled at him, "does that sound all right to you?"
"Yes, yes it does. Thank you, because I'm sure that I wouldn't have thought of such a nice way of saying it. I probably would have freaked out and left the poor guy hanging."
"My goodness, Gene, I'm really very pleased-you are saying things to me that I never thought I would hear coming from you in a million years. Do you realize that you are getting me to talk to you more also because of this?"
"I suppose that I have noticed a change in you. You seem more friendly towards me, or at least that's how-I've felt." He took a quick glance at her.
The gleam of her hair in the streetlights and the golden tan of her skin made her so beautiful. She was so unbelievable looking that he wanted to stop the car and kiss her right there, but they were late already and if he did that then they would never get to the couples' house because he would be too jealous to let her go to bed with someone else.
"I have the feeling that your feet are feeling cold and I know it's a hot night out," Gilda cut in on his thoughts.
"No, I was thinking that I would like to kiss you but that I didn't dare because we would never make it to the other couple's house. I was also thinking that if I kissed you I couldn't bear to see you with another man," Gene told her.
"Well, darling let me tell you this, we would make it to the house because I wouldn't let you back out now, and it you should become jealous, as you may at first, you'll just have to learn how to deal with it. I've done a lot of things since I've known you and I'm still with you-that should prove something."
Gene didn't reply right away, then he suddenly saw what she meant and at the same time he found the house and a new feeling of pure joy and intense excitement abruptly washed over him. He turned into the driveway, stopped the car, leaned over and gave Gilda a good solid kiss, then bounced out of the car.
Gilda smiled quietly to herself as she felt the excitement come rushing out of her husband ... nothing could have pleased her more. They walked arm and arm up to the house and rang the doorbell. A very pleasant looking young woman answered the ring and invited them in. She introduced herself as Mrs. Tamara Snell and her husband was Ronald Snell.
"How long have you all been doing this?" Gilda asked while she was sitting down and having a drink.
"Oh, I would say about three years," said Tamara, who liked to be called Tammy.
"I heard about it just about the same way you did," Ron said, turning to Gene, "this guy I knew came to me in the office and asked if I wanted to join a new club. I asked what kind it was and I have to admit that I was a little shocked at first...."
"Not nearly as much as I was when he came home to tell me about it," Tammy interrupted.
"I thought that she was going to throw me out of the house until I reminded her that we had both been complaining that our sex life was getting boring and if we didn't do this then we would probably end up in clandestine love affairs that we wouldn't really want and that we would probably feel just as trapped in-so why not join. This way we at least know who the other is with and we can share our experiences with each other afterwards."
"That sounds like a great reason," Gilda said, "we joined for much the same reason, except that in our case, Gene felt that it might help him to loosen up and see more of what I have been talking about for years. He said he didn't have any particular dislikes because he hasn't really tried anything with an open mind."
"Besides, Gilda really needed this and I thought, well, she has been doing it all along and she is still with me, then why shouldn't I try it-it can't hurt," Gene added.
"That's why you got us," Tammy said, sitting closer to Gene.
"We're sort of for the beginners because we have been in it the longest, all the other original members have dropped out," Ron chimed in and looked Gilda straight in me eye.
Gene felt a little uncomfortable but Tammy was an attractive woman and he felt that he could really get along with her. He reached out and tentatively took her hand and he was surprised when she didn't flinch or try to repossess it. He felt a little brave and put his arm around her shoulder. She really surprised him this time when she leaned her head on his shoulder. At that moment, Gene felt very good and all of a sudden he relaxed and began to enjoy what was happening.
Gilda had not missed the pointed look that Ron had given her. She knew that men found her a bit more than just attractive and that sometimes it turned them into creatures that they themselves wouldn't recognize. She felt that Ron was probably a very gentle man, he would have to be to handle the beginning women in wife swapping but tonight she felt that he was going to find himself becoming a savage beast and he wasn't going to know what hit him.
She stood up and slowly went to the bar, she wanted to entice him, to tease him, to let him know that she knew what was going on. She let her hips slowly rotate in a most erotic manner and she could feel the holes that he was boring into her back. He quickly came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.
"Here let me help you make that drink, and a small one for me," he whispered into her ear, "I think I'm going to need one for tonight."
She glanced over to Gene and Tammy and saw that they looked happy and settled in, probably they would ball on the couch unless Tammy could get Gene to go to the bedroom, Gilda doubted that, still he was trying and he did look happy and that was what counted.
"Listen, I want to show you the garden," Ron murmured to her as he handed her the drink he had just finished making.
Gilda wasn't sure if that was a leftover from the old days of saying 'let me show you my etchings' or if he just had that kind of voice, but she nodded her assent anyway and followed him out the French doors.
"We had it completely closed off and the lights enable you to see out. Plus the fact that mosquitoes never get in and it is cool," Ron chattered on, enthusiastically.
"You even had a tunnel built so that you could walk to the main room, this is a very clever idea," Gilda said with admiration.
"Thank you. My wife and I have tried to find a way to have parties and not be eaten alive, and we wanted to enjoy the land without sweltering to death, so we came up with this," he swung his arm out expansively.
Suddenly Ron couldn't play Mr. Cool anymore. He turned to Gilda, took her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. She started to pull back a little to rearrange things, but then didn't want to and fell into the kiss. He was strong and sure of himself and he had good lips and d a delicious tongue that kept darting in and out of her mouth.
She moaned and played tongue fuck with him, hardening hers and moving it in and out of his mouth faster and faster. Then he would harden his and do the same thing to her. It was a delightful game and really aroused Gilda. She pressed her hips against his groin and began to grind them together. She could feel the bulge in his pants grow bigger and bigger and soon it was going to split the pants if it didn't stop its progress.
He led her over to the bare, grassy floor and gently lowered her down. He leaned over and slipped off her shoes then reached up for her panties. Gilda burst out laughing at the expression on Ron's face when he found there were no panties to take off. He discovered only her smooth full cunt which had been freshly shaved that night.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Oh my God, I nearly came in my pants just then, it's the most fantastic feeling I've ever had!" Ron gasped out.
"I love doing it, it feels so good and clean this way.' she cooed at him.
He pulled her up by the hand and shakily unzipped her dress. He hadn't felt this anxious to see a woman since he was a kid and didn't know what they looked like at all. He started to push her back down and get a really good look when he realized that he was in an acute state of pain with all his clothes still on. He felt as if his cock was being strangled by some huge hand and he had to stop it.
He started to rip off his clothes when he felt Gilda's cool calm hands help him take them off. He gave up trying and just let her do it, he knew that it was going to take him longer if he continued to try. She quickly had them off and his rod greeted the air-stiff as a board.
He was definitely no small fry and Gilda swiftly sucked in her breath when she saw it. She knew that tonight was going to be a lot of fun, but tomorrow she might be just a little sore for it all. She allowed him to push her back onto the velvet green grass and felt his head become buried in her cunt. She loved the feeling of the grass against her back, it reminded her of when she and Lonny would sneak out into the yard late at night and fuck.
She could feel each blade of grass poking into her back and the cheeks of her ass, as she felt Ron's tongue swooping down upon her clitoris and suck it up into his mouth like a hungry bird with a fat worm. He nibbled and chewed on it, he licked and sucked all around it, and men he would jab at the very tip of it to send her soaring out into space. He was good and she was delighting in every minute of it. He knew how to sustain it, how to tease and hold her in a flight pattern just on the brink of landing.
It was rare that she found a man who really knew how to suck well, it had something to do with how much understanding they had of women. II they had a lot, then they were excellent at going down on women, if they weren't very sympathetic or thought that women were toys instead of human beings then they were lousy at going down on them or they wouldn't do it at all.
She moaned and writhed on the cool ground, she tried to dig herself into it, she tried to get away or push forward, but he had a tight hold of her thighs and he wasn't about to let go. Suddenly he began to viciously slap his tongue back and forth across the fiery flesh. He went faster and faster until she let out with a high-pitched wail and felt her clit spasm and spasm over and over again.
Ron rolled over onto his back and grabbed her by the hips. He brought her over him and shoved her cunt down onto his large prick, facing away from him. He bodily moved her up and down on it by holding onto her waist She could feel it tear into her and feel it all the way up into her chest. She was sure that he was going to come through her and up her throat
He moved her faster and faster and then suddenly stopped.
"Get up onto your feet, but don't let my dick come out of your hole, just balance on your toes, or if you can, sit Indian style on your haunches. But let me move you," he ordered.
She obeyed, not having the faintest idea of what was to come. Then suddenly she felt Ron's dick in her ass, then her pussy, then her ass. He was going from her ass to her pussy in rapid fire succession. It was the most unbelievable sensation she had ever felt. She honestly couldn't believe that it was happening. It was like being fucked in both places at once except that she knew it was not, and that was a turn-on too.
He went faster and faster and was ripping into her, impaling her with no mercy, onto his huge shaft. She was crying and screaming, the pain was immense, the lust was enormous, the passion was consuming them both, and neither one of them wanted it to stop.
His cock was all slippery and would glide into her holes with no trouble at all and yet he tore at her. Her holes were flowing like they had never done before and yet he was shredding her up. But she wanted more and more. She wanted as much as she could get and then some. She felt greedy and wanton, she felt the world was hers and she was sitting on the peak of it.
He felt as if he had succeeded in the ultimate goal, he had the golden-silvery goddess captured on his pole, and he wasn't about to let her go. He felt like he had the key to the whole universe right there in front of him, that this woman-could tell him all the secrets and he was going to make her. This woman held life in the palm of her hand and he was going to know it.
Higher and higher they rose until their heads were bumping the edge of hyperspace and they decided to turn back. They traversed the skies together and then they shot their rockets into the end-orgasm became their road and they followed it and followed it and followed. It was an endless road, but they finally fell off in exhaustion.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
For a whole week, Gilda hadn't been able to stop Gene from talking. He kept raving on and on about how wonderful Tammy had been to him, how gentle she was, how she didn't pressure him to do, anything fancy, and how good she had been. He also incessantly asked her about Ron, what was he like, how good was he, what did he look like, how was it different from the others, did she like it, and what did she think about while she was balling him?
These questions were important to Gene and Gilda knew it so she wouldn't shut him up for anything in the world. It was everything that she had been working for. They laughed more than they ever had before, they shared secrets with each other, they shared their deepest fears and hopes and dreams. In the three years they had lived in the same house and supposedly shared the. same bed. they had never known much about each other, they had never talked to each other. Gilda had tried but soon had to give it up because Gene thought that talking was telling her only the most important things to him. He thought that Gilda knew him better than anyone else did in the world, including his parents. Now he was finding out just how much she didn't know or even suspect was inside of him.
Many a night that week they lay in bed and cuddled and giggled and talked to each other. It was beautiful and new so they both were afraid that something might come along and spoil it. The trials were one of the many things that they feared could put a damper on the progress that they were making. So as soon as Gilda came out of the courtroom, she would call Gene and tell him everything that went on. If he was in a meeting, then he would stop and come to the phone and no matter how long it took he would stay and listen. Everything else could wait-business suddenly was no longer the most important thing in Gene's life, Gilda was. Whatever concerned her, concerned him.
It was not until Saturday morning that they got another invitation to another couple's house. Since they had made no plans for that night, and they both were pretty anxious to see how the next one was going to be, they accepted the invitation. They were requested to dress in simple old fashion style. Gilda, having made quite a study of fashions at one point in her life, asked what period they liked best. They were told to come in the mode of Europeans of the mid-twelfth century.
Gene was very puzzled by the request. "I thought that these people were all very contemporary minded. This seems to be going backwards to an age where sex was even more repressed than it is now."
"Actually, that's not very accurate," Gilda told him, "we are always led to believe that that was the age of chastity belts and great religious crusades and all that. But we aren't told that sex was considered a natural part of life, just as natural as birth or death. That maybe the royalty wore chastity belts because of lineage problems- so while the husband was away, and probably siring four or five bastards, he didn't want to have to wonder which of his children by his legal wife was heir to his title, fortune, and position.
"But as far as fucking was concerned, there was plenty going on and not just with the peasant girls and lower classes. It went on among the feudal lords also."
"Well," Gene sighed. "How did the men of those days dress and where on earth are we going to find outfits, at this late date, to fit us?"
"It's really very easy," Gilda laughed. "It wasn't until much later that the outfits got terribly complicated, and obviously, you are not to wear a full suit of armour. So, all we have to do is find you some slippers, tights, and a tunic top which, if I have to, I can make very easily. As for myself, I know just the thing I'm going to wear."
As Gilda had promised the costumes were very simple to get together. She even managed to make them look and feel like they belonged to royalty. Gene was feeling a bit odd in the beginning, but after awhile they both were chatting and feeling very adventurous. Gilda said that she felt sure that these people would be just as great as the Snell's had been, the woman sounded very nice on the phone. She had said that her name and her husband's name would be different for the night and that they might meet somewhere else and have to be introduced to each other all over again, but other than that they sounded very open and friendly.
Gene didn't care whether they called themselves Emperor and Empress of France, as long as they were fun and good people. He even liked the idea of pretending to be someone else for awhile. Gilda had told him that he looked like Thomas Beckett before he became the Archbishop of Canterbury.
They found the house with no trouble and quickly got out of the car, rang the doorbell, and were ushered inside by a butler. It was a rather grand house, it outdid any that they had ever lived in, and they felt that they were not unused to the feeling of luxury and money. But these people, who had not shown themselves yet, seemed to be fairly rolling in it.
Suddenly tiny trumpets sounded and in walked the most gorgeous and unusual couple that Gilda and Gene had ever seen. They certainly weren't just down-home folk that one could sit around in old clothes and relax with over a glass of beer. This was, under normal circumstances, way out of their league.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Chambers, welcome to Salsbury Hall," their gracious hostess said.
"Do have a seat and tell Joseph what you would like to drink," their host told them.
"We are known as Sir Robert Anthony and Lady Margaret Anthony," Lady Margaret spoke again, "we are not the usual type of people that you will find in the club and we can only hope that our evening will be as pleasurable as ours will be, for we always enjoy ourselves when we indulge in this activity. We have planned a little buffet for when we have tired ourselves or need sustenance to continue."
"We joined many of these groups," Sir Anthony took over from his wife, "but we have not found any others that were more to our liking than this one. As my wife mentioned, we are not your average member, therefore we do hope that you will like being with us and enjoy yourselves while you are with us."
"I'm sure that we will," Gilda replied in true aristocratic tradition.
All that Gilda could think about, though, was that Gene must be suffering a great deal. She had not had the nerve to look over in his direction for fear that she would find him white faced and panicked by the scene in front of him. These were people that he had been in awe of all his life and now he found himself invited to one of their homes to fuck one of their wives, she was afraid that it might be just a little too much for him to handle. Not to mention the way the wife looked and how she came on.
She had none of the warmth and goodness or givingness that Tammy Snell had had. She was regal and proud and she would expect her men to perform accordingly, at least that was the way that Gilda read her and she couldn't be that far off. She finally managed to sneak a glance in Gene's direction and saw, much to her relief, only a slightly awed Gene, but not a Gene that would be afraid to do anything, one who was willing to experiment with this one, too.
As for herself, she was fascinated by the tall angular man before her. It was highly possible that he was some king of old and that he felt very lost without his kingdom He certainly carried himself that way ... who knew ... maybe they were royalty in that day and age and they were trying to recreate those times.
Suddenly Gilda was aware of Sir Anthony beckoning to her to follow him. She looked around for Gene and Lady Margaret and they had already left. She briefly wondered what had happened, whether she had passed out, what had happened to the passed time, then she didn't worry any longer because she felt an urgency that she had never experienced before, she knew that she had to go with it, follow it.
Gene felt his knees shaking all the way to the bedroom. He couldn't believe that this woman hadn't taken one look at him and declared that she would have nothing to do with peasants. He certainly felt like a peasant. He caught Gilda's glance out of the corner of her eye and he knew that she was worried about him, that made him feel a little better. It was sort of like someone had told him that it was a situation that would have made anyone nervous and not to worry about it.
The bedroom was only lit by candlelight and he could barely make out some kind of tapestry on the walls. It was then that he realized that the rest of the house was done up in the same manner and that it was all lit by candlelight He saw that the bed was huge and canopied and covered in rich looking velvets and silks. He also saw that the house was all stone, walls, ceiling, floors, and the doors were made from huge oak planks.
He wondered why it had taken him so long to become aware of all of that, but then figured that it was due to the strangeness, and his worry so he must be getting more relaxed. Then he was aware that he was standing in the middle of the floor just staring. He felt slightly like a food when he saw her long white hand slowly beckon him to come to her.
"My lord, do come to my bed, for I wish to share my body with yours and please thee," she murmured in the most beautiful musical tones.
Gene walked as if in a dream to her side. He heard strange sounds emerging from within the walls, it sounded like what he imagined the music of the twelfth century to sound like. He felt an unbelievable lust rise up inside of him and nearly choke him with its intensity. He looked down at the woman who was stretched out, so willing to give herself to him, so happy to please him in every little way. He saw that her skirt was raised slightly above her cunt. He saw that she wore no panties and that she was a creamy white color all the way down her body.
"I have waited many long nights for you to come to me, my lord, at last we can be together and share our love and desire for each other. Come, my lord, for no one can see us, no one suspects that we love each other, have my fear, the guards at the door will see that no one enters my chambers, and the musicians will play a tune to warn us if anyone is coming, come, lie with me."
Gene was convinced that he was dreaming all of what she said. None of it made any sense except the part about the musicians playing and her wanting him to fuck her other than that, Gene was lost-but he was willing to go along with the game if that was what she wanted.
He quickly shed his clothes and crawled up onto the high bed. The silk and velvet coverings felt good against his trembling body. Again he felt the incredible urge to ravish the frail woman beside him only this time he acted upon it. He grabbed her face and crushed his lips to hers. He heard her moans and felt her body twist and turn beneath his. He felt that he had the strength of ten men and no matter how much she struggled she could never resist or turn away his desires.
He ripped at her dress and finally tore it from her body revealing, in the flickering candlelight, the perfect smoothness and creaminess of her breasts. Revealing to his burning eyes, the flawlessness of her body, the flatness of her stomach, the beauty of her cunt, the gentle curves of her thighs and calves. She was definitely a woman of royalty and breeding, of dignity, of nobility. And best of all she was his, no matter who possessed her, she was his and he knew it.
His hands caressed her breasts and he felt her nipples stiffen beneath his palms, felt her body arch as he touched it, felt her breath quicken as he teased her. Her moans became louder and louder and soon he felt her hand reach for his cock. It jumped to life the minute she touched it. He felt like it had never been alive before in his life, that he had never known anything as exciting and lovely as this woman.
His cock burned with a fiery passion that only her cunt could really quench, but they both were into letting the intensity build. They both wanted to torture themselves to the point of madness. They both wanted it to last forever.
They ravished each other with kisses. Their tongues fighting one another for the privilege of being in the other's mouth. Their hands fighting each other for the privilege of touching each other first and the most. They clawed and bit, they screamed and cried, they struggled violently with each other. They rolled around and. around on the bed so much that they almost fell off to the stone floor.
The juices from their bodies were flowing profusely and spreading all over themselves and each other. Lady "Margaret's hair was all tangled and spread out on the bed, whisps of it would fall over one eye, or down a breast, or get caught in Gene's mouth. They were sweating and desperate. Gene was all over her, he was biting her nipples one second and her clitoris the next. He was feeling her hand play with his balls and then her finger plunge into his asshole.
He felt her tongue circle around the tip of his cock and suck on it, he felt her tongue slide up and down the hard shaft, while totally wrapped around it, he felt her suck his balls up into her mouth along with his cock and then play with both of them at the same time. He felt her long nails dig into his back and leave bloody trails, he felt the blood ooze down the sides of his back and even that turned him on.
He jabbed his tongue into her pussy and bit almost clear through her pussy-lips. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and then slammed a finger into the tiny puckered hole. He couldn't get enough of any of it and he had to switch from place to place to even attempt to fulfill his screaming passion. A wild beast felt nothing compared to what he was feeling. He had to leave this woman wasted, exhausted, and totally wiped out.
Flashes of wars kept spinning through his head, flashes of lovely women giving themselves freely to please a man, flashes of a time where sex was in the field, or up against a pantry wall before the innkeeper came through the door. The room blurred and he knew that they had just transpired time and the ages. He heard voices in the courtyard, there was danger afoot, but that made their moment even more exciting and precious.
He suddenly plunged into her, slamming his hand over her mouth to cover the wild wail of agony. He rammed and rammed into her, feeling her plush walls greedily suck him inside, feeling her body savagely respond to his thrust and jabs. He felt her womb and he felt the tip of his sceptre enter and tear out of it. Again and again he impaled her faster and faster, in and out of the sacred grotto he shoved. He smelled her sweet musky odors, he felt her juices flow from her quivering hole.
He felt her fists beating on his back and her teeth gnashing at his lips as they ground themselves against hers. He felt the raw churning of his guts as his semen traversed its way up through him and suddenly shoot into her. He felt a pounding in his head and a screaming in his lungs. A shouting all through his body echoed and bounced him around.
Suddenly he heard a shouting from outside the room. "Quick, my Lord, you must flee from here, the guards will show you the way."
Gene swiftly got up and got dressed and he followed the guards from the room-that was the last thing that he remembered of that night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It had been three months since Gilda had seen Lonny and she found that she didn't really miss him all that much or at least not for the sex that they had. She and Gene had been very busy in those three months and Gene had learned a great deal. Each new experience he had welcomed with open arms, even though some of them were decidedly strange.
There was the time that a man had finally approached him. It was at a large gathering of people and Gene had just finished balling a very young girl. She reminded him of a young colt in spring time, all enthusiastic, but not really sure of what to do. For the first time in his life Gene found himself teaching someone else the rituals of sex. He was feeling very warm and gentle as he lay on the floor, with the young girl's head in his arms, when an absolutely beautiful man came up to him.
The young man kneeled down. "I was watching you with my sister. You are a very wonderful man, for she has never done this before. She pleaded with me so much to bring her tonight that I couldn't say no, but I am pleased that she found someone like you to be with. Perhaps you would make love with me-I would like it very much and shall be as gentle with you as you were with her."
By that time Gene wasn't as upset at the idea as he had been the first night he and Gilda had seen the Snell's, but he still wasn't sure that he wanted to try it. He looked a long time at the young man, who didn't seem to mind ... he even seemed to expect that reaction and finally Gene made up his mind.
"Yes, I will make love with you," he carefully laid the girl's head down and got up to follow the young man.
"I thank you, now, because I know that you have never done anything like this before. I know that it was a hard decision and that you wouldn't go with just anybody."
True to his word, the young man had been very gentle and Gene had enjoyed it very much. He hadn't really expected to like it as much as he did. Afterwards, he sought out Gilda and asked her about his reaction. He was wondering if he could be a latent homosexual. Gilda had assured him that, just because he enjoyed sharing a warmth and love for another human being of the same sex, it didn't have to mean that he was anything-bisexual, homosexual, or anything, except a human being who cared.
Gene thought about that concept for a long time and realized that Gilda was right. He also came to the conclusion that just because a man loves a man, or a woman loves a woman, it shouldn't cast any stigma on them for the rest of their lives. When he told Gilda his conclusion, she was very pleased and happy that he had finally seen it.
There was also the time that he had let himself be tied up and whipped, but unlike the other experience, he had decided never to do that again. He didn't mind simulated whipping or symbolic whipping, but the hard core stuff was not his cup of tea. Again he had talked to Gilda about it and had found out that she, too, didn't go in for it.
But the most unusual experience that he had had was the one with Lady Margaret. He was still trying to piece together what had happened that night. He had dreams about it, or it would flash across his mind while he was in the middle of a meeting and he would invariably lose his -place and have to find it again. It sometimes frightened him and sometimes elated him. Gilda had had just as strange an experience, and she couldn't figure hers out any better than he could figure out his.
Many times they had thought to go back and see if the house really existed, or if they could possibly find something out about the people, but they had gotten cold feet and decided not to dig any further. They were a little afraid that they would find out that the people had never existed, that the house had never existed, and that they had dreamed or imagined the whole episode.
They became more and more comfortable with each other and were jealous of anything that took them away from each other. They were jealous of Gene's work, of the trials, of all the petty things that kept them apart They did more and more things together, and they were even beginning to hear rumors that they were odd ducks-spending all that time together or out with each other at strange parties with people that no one knew or had ever heard of before. It was an unheard of situation! Then one day Gene said to Gilda, "Hey honey, how about calling Lonny up and inviting him over for a threesome."
"Gene! You must be kidding-you really want Lonny to come over here for that?"
"Why should I be kidding? After all, he's the guy who really got us together. He got you to see a way of helping me and he gave you that freedom. He let go of you so that you could concentrate on me."
"I guess you're right, hey, I'd love to call him. I was just surprised that you would want me to. I guess that I thought you might still be afraid that he would take me away from you," Gilda said.
"I have no doubts as to where you are about that. I know that after three months of constantly being with other people you aren't going anywhere without me. So, what do I have to worry about. I love you and you love me," Gene turned and held her, "now go and call Lonny."
Gilda squeezed him back and then went to the telephone and dialed Lonny's number. She had a fleeting thought that he might not be there and the chance would never arise again. "Hello?" his old familiar voice!
"Lonny, it's me, Gilda," she sighed inwardly that he was there, "Long time no speak to."
"Hi gorgeous, how's everything on the home front-all right I hope," he replied cheerfully.
"Fine, love, couldn't be better. As a matter of fact, that's why I called. Gene asked me to ask you over for some fun and fucking-interested?"
"With the two of you?" he sounded a little incredulous.
"Yep, with the two of us. But you have to understand that we have been going to wife swapping things for three months. You see, Gene heard of this club that you join and it wasn't the kind where everybody got together and then played eeny, meeny, miny, moe. People call up and ask you out for the night and you either accept or turn it down according to what you were doing. Eventually you get to the point where you get sent a list of telephone numbers and you can call people as well as have them call you. I think that we have just about gotten to that stage.
"Actually, if you want to know my opinion about it, I think Gene wants to try making it with you first, before we call anybody, because he might want us to live together. I mean all three of us, like we discussed the last day that we were together."
"Sounds absolutely super to me," Lonny commented, "I'll be over in a little bit."
When Lonny walked into the house, he felt like laughing. There was Gilda and Gene balling on the floor of the livingroom. He had a flash of the afternoon that Gene walked in on him and Gilda, and he didn't know for sure, but he wondered if Gene had actually seen them balling and this was his way of letting Lonny know that he had seen them.
"Hi, gang," Lonny called out, removing his clothes as he entered, "Room for one more?"
"Right on," Gene replied, "don't wait for an invitation, we don't stand on ceremony around here."
Lonny didn't hesitate, he lay down on the floor and spread Gilda's legs wider and began to suck her clitoris. He could feel Gene's thrusts against his chin. Gene was balling Gilda from the back on his side. Every time he slammed into her sweet cunt, Lonny got the force of it and it made him bare down harder on Gilda's clitoris.
She moaned and groaned and tried to move around, but it was hard because of the position she was in, and because Lonny and Gene were flanking her on both sides. She could feel her' muscles grow taut and ripple up and down her long body. She reached out and stroked both their heads, she caressed their backs, and she dug her nails into their shoulders. She wanted more, faster and harder. She wanted the whole world inside of her-hers and Lonny's world, hers and Gene's world, the gods were, pleased with her today. They had forgiven her indiscretions and they were giving her great rewards.
Lonny felt his cock get harder and harder, he wanted to have it enveloped and swallowed by something nice and warm and plush. He thought of Gilda's cunt, of her ass, of Gene's ass, of someone's mouth. He chose Gene's ass, his tiny puckered hole. Gene was wriggling around and he felt his cock get harder and harder inside of Gilda's cunt. He knew what was coming and he wanted it so bad he could taste it. But Lonny was teasing him and he knew it. Lonny was going to prolong the tortuous pleasure for as long as he could.
He finally got the hole relaxed enough and wet enough that he could get his cock inside of it. He grabbed Gilda by the hips and lifted her and Gene up onto their knees. He didn't stop the flow of their balling for a second, he just slammed his cock into Gene's ass and sent a scream hurtling out of him. The force shook Gilda and sent a scream surging up from her also. Their beings were one with each other and they were soaring through the universe, all three of them, wailing and screaming their way through it.
The sensations were unreal-Gene thought that he was going to go careening through Gilda and split her right in half. He felt himself being pushed faster and harder by the surging force behind him. They were slamming and ramming into each other with no thought of tomorrow or anything else. They felt that they had finally achieved the impossible, they had fused three souls into one.
Suddenly they felt the simultaneous orgasm, and they felt as if they had been literally picked up and flung full tilt across the room and into the wall. Gilda was lying on her face with Gene on top of her and Lonny on top of him. The juices and semen were spurting out of them and bathing their exhausted bodies in it
They thought that they had blown it, that they couldn't do anymore for awhile, but they hadn't counted on the energy that was swirling around them. It dipped and swirled and wrapped them up in it and they had no choice but to begin again. It was so strong that Lonny's and Gene's cocks hadn't even lost their hardness, if anything they were harder than they had been before.
Lonny grabbed Gilda, he had to taste her cunt it had been too long since the last time. For years he had practically survived on nothing else but her sweet juices. Now it had been over three months since he last even saw it. He buried his head between her slippery wet thighs and began to furiously suck on her sweet hard nob of flesh. It quivered and palpitated in his mouth.
He let his tongue tease it, caress it, and slap it. He took it between his teeth and couldn't let go . . . suddenly it was his pacifier for all the things that he didn't want to look at, then it was his magical cure for all the ugly things around him, then he let go and he was free-now he wanted it because he loved the feeling of it. It was a superb clitoris, shaped like no other in the whole world, and he had searched far and wide to find one like it, but in vain.
Lonny sucked more and more on the sweet cunt covering his mouth. He slipped his tongue all up and down the slippery slit, nibbled on the lips, jabbed at the hole, back up to the delightful bouncing clit. Gene was sucking and licking on Lonny's ass, biting the cheeks so hard that it left teeth marks, forcing his tongue and finger into the tight puckered hole at the same time. Suddenly he felt a wonderful sensation, Gilda had bent over and was sucking his balls and cock all into her mouth all at once.
He could feel the room spinning and suddenly he saw himself in a huge mirror. He thought about it for a minute because he knew that there wasn't any mirror that big in the house. He didn't mind seeing himself suck on Lonny's ass. He didn't mind seeing anything that was there. But it was the other person that was hovering above them that he minded.
It looked like Lady Margaret in her simple flowing gown. She had it hiked above her pussy and was rotating her hips around and around in a maddening slow motion. Gene watched in horror and in fascination because he could see her clitoris growing everytime she completed a circle-it grew so long that it reached him and he felt it slip into his ass. He could feel it move in and out, he could see it move in and out and he thought that maybe he was going crazy though even that didn't bother him.
Suddenly he snapped back into reality and found himself up on his knees. There was no mirror and he no longer felt the movement in his ass. He was fucking Lonny, and he realized that Lonny was doing the same to Gilda only she was getting it in the ass also. It excited him almost as much to watch her being fucked as it did to fuck her. He had never actually witnessed her being fucked in the ass and he saw her claw and tear at the rug. He watched her teeth gnash at the rug and pull tufts of it up in her mouth. He heard her screams of delight and agony and it made him move faster.
Again they were battering each other, again they were driving each other crazy with their frantic slamming and ramming into each other. It was as if they were never going to get enough, as if they were going to find it all over with too soon, or perhaps just gone. They were beginning to feel that their whole lives had been one great big dream. That none of it had happened.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, in and out, slamming and banging, writhing and moaning, twisting and taming until they were going to explode-then the explosion came. The sonic waves alone would have keeled anyone in close range over. It managed to keel them over, just like it had done before, and left them in a laughing crying heap on the floor.
"Hey, Lonny," Gene said when he could finally pull himself together, "Come live with us."
"Sure!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lonny had been living with Gene and Gilda for almost six months and many things had happened to them all during those months. They had had parties, couples, girls for Lonny, all kinds of games. They had moved all of Lonny's equipment over from his bedroom and rebuilt their "bedroom including the bed. They had made it so that it was enormous and now could sleep eight comfortably.
There had been much laughter when they had decided to make it over, and they wondered if they would really have the orgies the bed obviously was made for. Gilda had to sew all the sheets and covers for the pillows and bedspreads. She had to make lots of everything and therefore decided that they should have the best of everything. She made satin sheets, velvet sheets, silk sheets, fur covers all the most luxurious materials available.
They made a whole new smoked mirror wall and covered it in exactly the same manner as Lonny's old room. They enlarged the whole house so that they could have a play room as well. But it was a very special play room. It had rubber matting on the floor, swings from the ceilings, trampolines, pools, and bars to be tied to. All the equipment for slightly decadent sex. And they enjoyed it, too, occasionally with others who understood their fun.
Everyone knew that Lonny and Gilda's brother, that he lived with her and Gene, and that they were all balling. They wanted people to know because they were proud of it-they thought it was a good way of life. They didn't say that everyone should do it, but they said that it could be done and showed people how. They felt that everyone should be allowed to live the way they wanted to live as long as it wasn't hurting others or involving unwilling people.
Occasionally someone would criticize them, but not too often. Helen made her husband move out of the state when she heard what Gilda and Gene and Lonny were doing, but no one really missed them. Gene still went to the office, but not too often these days since he inherited a large enough sum of money. Lonny and Gilda had always been well off and Lonny had made a killing in the market some years before, so they both were free to do whatever pleased them.
They had all been looking for a girl for Lonny, although it might even have meant that he would have to leave them. Lonny now felt the need for someone of his own, it would never stop him from seeing Gilda and Gene, but he wanted to know that he had someone who cared about him. He wouldn't even have minded if she wanted to see other people also. So far, though, they had no luck.
Gene, meanwhile, couldn't believe that he could be so happy. He felt as if someone had said they were going to give him a new lease on life and had kept the promise.
Gilda had everything that she had ever wanted. She couldn't want anything more unless it was for a woman for Lonny, but she wanted the woman to be able to live with them, so that they had one more to share with. The trials were finally over, and justice had been severe, both men received the maximum sentences.
One day Gilda and Lonny were sitting around the yard, talking quietly to each other about-nothing in particular, when they heard the car door slam and the sound of running feet. They knew that Gene was home and they assumed that he was very excited about something. He came rushing out into the yard, a grin plastered on his face from ear to ear, and the feeling of joy exuding from him.
"My God, Gene, what on earth did you run into?" Gilda said, laughing.
"You look like- a young boy who has just lost his cherry," Lonny said, joining Gilda in the laughter.
"Well, not exactly, but I do have a guest coming over tonight," he said, looking quite smug.
"O.K., Cheshire cat, what's the big deal?" Gilda asked.
"I think I'm going to let it be a surprise for you both-I think that you will like it though."
"I gather it's someone he thinks is very special," Lonny commented, "unfortunately, as we all know, that could be almost anybody."
"You're so right," Gilda agreed.
It was almost seven o'clock before the mystery guest arrived, and by then the excitement in the house was at such a level that Gilda could hardly get dressed, and she noticed that the others were having trouble also. Then the doorbell rang. She thought that she would be just fine if she could only get back into her skin. She ran to the door and opened it-then stood there in shock. It was the last person in the world that she expected to see.
"Come in Lady Margaret," she tried not to stammer.
Just at that moment, Lonny came bounding down the stairs.
"Hey Alysa, this is a surprise! I've been back to that place a dozen times and have never found you ... I was wondering where you disappeared to after leaving that note."
"Alysa?" Gilda sounded puzzled. She knew who Alysa was to Lonny, but she never would have thought that the woman that she knew as Lady Margaret and the one Lonny knew as Alysa were one and the same.
At that point, Gene came up to Lady Margaret-Alysa and said, "Good evening, Cary-are they as surprised as I said they would be?"
"Oh yes, and then some. I do think that it was worth everything in the world just to see the expressions on their faces."
"All right you two, what's the big joke? Would you mind telling Lonny and me so that we can laugh, too," Gilda closed the door and walked to the livingroom.
"It's all very simple," Cary said, "I met Gene today in the office, it's one of many companies that I own, and I remembered him from a very glorious night. Well, we got to talking and he mentioned that Lonny was living with you two, now. I told him that I knew Lonny under another name and another story and I promised that I would explain everything when I got over here tonight. So you see, Gene really is as much in the dark as you all are."
"O.K., I'll buy that," Lonny said, "so tell us already, what is the story of your life and is that really your own name-the Cary one, I mean."
"Yes, Cary is my real name and I was married, but my husband did really die not too long ago. I was under a great deal of pressure when you met me, Lonny, mostly from lawyers and such who wanted me to give up the companies that my husband had owned. They thought that I couldn't handle them because I was a woman and they were almost too much for a man.
"I finally convinced them that I could do perfectly well and have proved it, I think. Anyway, when you met me, Gilda, I was living with a man who thought that he was going to get a lot of money from me. I must admit that I was playing with his head a little, but then I found out that he could play with mine a lot more. The only trouble with his games were that they were getting more and more dangerous as the days went along. I didn't mind finding myself in another time era or thinking that I was somebody else, but when people began to disappear from the face of the earth, I got a little nervous.
"At first I thought that you two had done just that, but today settled that fear. See, often we would get somebody from the companies that I had and invite them over for fun and games. I knew that Gene had joined the Club so it was perfect for me to call and invite you over to the house. I had always liked Gene just from seeing him at work from a distance, and I knew him to be a good and gentle man. So I was perfectly willing to have you all come over. What I failed to see was the people that Sir Robert, as he most often called himself, was picking, were the people in the highest positions of the companies that I owned.
"When I finally put two and two together I called the police and had him picked up. He was a brilliant man, but he hadn't counted on the fact that I would find out what was happening. He thought he had me under his thumb and that I would never figure it out He didn't really know me that well.
"After that it was trying to piece everything together, from the businesses, to my personal life, which was in a state of seige at that point."
"I have only one question," Gilda said. **How did he manage to get other people to see the same visions that you saw, or that he had you seeing. Because I know that I don't remember that night any too well myself and I know that Gene doesn't either. We have had long talks about it and we have tried to figure out what happened, we have gotten essentially nowhere for our efforts."
"I know that it must have seemed very strange and a little frightening if you are at all like other people and for that I apologize. It wasn't so hard to get you to see, hear, think, smell, or touch what we did. Most of it was produced by sound effects and the effects were heightened by a drug that I would slip into your drinks. It is a highly suggestive drug and between what we said, the way we dressed, the sound effects, the smells that were piped through the rooms,, and the things that were projected onto the walls, ceilings, and floors, you didn't have a chance of thinking that you were in the twentieth century."
"What a set-up," Lonny gave a low whistle, "You could really bamboozle somebody that way!"
"Yes, you really could. You see, it wasn't the drug mat caused the effect, it was the suggestion, I mean about the people disappearing. They were told that they wanted to leave the earth for good, and that's what they did.
"I had to check with my lawyers to find out if I was guilty of murder or not. Luckily, I found out that I wasn't, but enough evidence was found that proved that Sir Robert was, so they arrested him."
"Cary, please, I want to talk to you for a few minutes, alone," Lonny said.
"Sure, Lonny," she replied and followed him out of the room.
Gene held up his crossed fingers to his wife and she knew what he meant because she had her fingers crossed, too.
Lonny took Cary into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed.
"I know this may seem a little too soon to ask, but I really knew way back then and didn't have a chance to ask and I'm not going to risk having you disappear again before I get another chance.
"Will you marry me? Or if not that, will you come live with us and be my lady?"
"Lonny," Cary said, taking off her clothes and throwing them to one side. "I would be pleased and honored to become your wife. I wanted you to ask me then also, but I couldn't because of everything else. Now I can, and I do accept."
With that she tore Lonny's clothes off of him and shoved him onto the bed. She took his already hard cock into her mouth and began to suck on it.
"Come on in," Lonny shouted out to Gilda and Gene, "The water's great in here."
They didn't need a second invitation to join the party-they were already running down the hall.
