Call it adultery, call it extramarital involvement, call it whatever you will, the prerequisites for the construction of a sex-centered triangle are exposure and development following an opportunity presented to a man or woman already "attached."
Take a married man-any married man whose libido is still alive-place him away from his wife and in the company of an attractive female, either attached or unattached herself, and the chances are the erection of the libidinal triangle will begin and proceed to fruition. Particularly, in our day and age of media-liberated sexuality and free love.
For too long, man has been trying to maintain what appeared to be an unnatural and artificial system of monogamy. Tradition and the ethics promulgated by Mosaic and Judeo-Christian theosophy have been responsible for "the rules of love" that have been supported in Western culture by the invisible "marriage" of church and state. "Marriage" because, in spite of the fact that there is an official separation of church and state, basically the laws that are on the books of the West are extensions and modifications of church laws, which are in turn based four-square on the Decalogue-formulated several millennia back for a world that was considerably more awe-struck by the "mysteries" of nature than modern man is.
It is actually ironic, and no less pathetic, that Western society has consistently clung to two of those ten "commandments." The fourth (killing) and the ninth (adultery). Society has consistently gone against the idea that killing is improper (consider the wars, endless, continuous, condoned); it has just as consistently prosecuted man and woman for finding pleasure in beds that were not legalized by state (blessed by church). Our governments have regularly awarded medals to men who had killed, because it was their "duty" to kill; they have regularly cast men and women into prisons, or fined them, for having loved, because it was "against the law" to love outside marriage.
Only recently, beginning with the fifties, has man begun to look into the rationale of legal irrationality and to buck against the antihu-maneness of some of man's man-made laws, laws that had been made for those who are now no more than archaeological dust. He has decided that love between two consenting adults, when such love hurts no one, should not be suppressed, or opposed, or controlled by any legislature. And thereby he has added an invaluable stepping-stone in his tortuous travels from oppression.
The five narratives in this work delineate the personalities, the characters, and the situations that contribute to extramarital affairs. They constitute a kaleidoscope of triangles and range from harmless affairs to trysts highly questionable-specifically, the narrative of the music teacher who has a proclivity for young girls. There is no attempt made to either condone or condemn the sexual adventures of the sensuous-or oversexed (whatever that means), or rejected, as the case may be-husbands, adventures carried out behind their wives' backs, so to speak, in the bedrooms that are far removed from their official homes or at least their home life.
There is no question that each subject in the cases that follow has a real or imagined reason-aside from the attractiveness or response of his extramarital partner-for straying away from his spouse's bed. With some the reason is nothing more than loneliness-legitimate loneliness of a man who needs a woman and whose woman is not available-with others it goes deeper (again, the case of the music teacher), bordering on neurotic or psychotic dysfunctions.
With the science of psychiatry being as imprecise as it is, and with the vicissitudes of love being as fluctuating and dependent on the circumstances of each tryst or affair, the determination of the "propriety" or the "impropriety" of the affairs of the sensuous husbands and their no less sensuous mistresses presented in this anthology of affairs is left up to the adult and free-thinking reader.
It is quite often easier to judge others than it is to judge oneself; hopefully, the exercise of such a judgment offered the readers of the following narratives will help them see such extramarital affairs in a better perspective and to judge them on an individual and unbiased basis.
CHAPTER ONE Teaching a New Tune
"There's an old song that goes, 'Thank heaven for little girls.' The tune isn't much, however the lyrics spring to mind every now and then. Especially when I think of the little girls I've taught. "My name is Rudy, and I'm a music teacher. I taught in the school system for twenty years, but now I'm a private teacher, and my pupils come to my home. I've got all kinds of pupils, all ages, all sizes, and the ones that I enjoy the most are the little girls. I think Marilyn is the youngest-she's around eight; and then there's Maria, who's seventeen. They're just pupils; I teach them music and nothing else.
"But then there are my 'special pupils.' They're between thirteen and fifteen; that's the age when little girls are just beginning to blossom out' into being big girls, and I can't resist them. I try; after all, I'm 46 years old!-over three times their age-and I should know better. I do know better, only I just can't help myself. I should probably get into some other profession, but music is my life, I'm not young; how can I learn a new profession at this late date? I think Alice suspects-Alice is my wife; we don't have any children, and she has a good job in advertising, so I don't see her in the daytime, much. She doesn't get home till nearly six every night, and once or twice I forgot all about the time and nearly got caught in the middle of something.
"The idea of being caught terrifies me. In the back of my mind, there is the feeling that I can't get away with this forever, that someday I'll get caught. And then what? I don't want to think about it; the thought terrifies me. So far, though, I've managed to be careful enough, or I've been lucky enough, that I've gotten away with it. Only I've got to tell somebody about it. It sort of gnaws at me.
"When I was still teaching in school, I used to be attracted to some of the little girls in my classes. It never went any farther than that, though. I was just attracted to them. I suppose, partly, I never did anything because I never really had the opportunity. After all, you just don't take out your cock in front of the whole class and wave it at them. I was never alone with any of the little girls; never really alone. It was always in a classroom where somebody might pop in at any moment, so I was always careful to keep my mind on my music.
"But once I retired and set up my own practice, being a private teacher to anyone who wanted to learn music, that's when it all started. It was kind of like a game; I'd excuse myself in the middle of teaching a little girl to hold her head up and keep her shoulders back when she was singing-that always gave me an opportunity to feel their little tits-tits just beginning to blossom out into those beautiful mounds that set men's mouths to watering. Well, sometimes the physical contact would be too much for me, and I'd have to excuse myself and go into the bathroom to cool down. A couple of times, I got so hot, just feeling their tits, that I'd go in and jack off.
"It was little Mona that started the whole thing. She was fourteen, I think, and pretty precocious in a lot of ways. She had a good voice, and I'd been working with her for several months before anything happened. She'd come by twice a week in the afternoon, and each week her little tits seemed to be growing bigger. And I'd catch her looking at my crotch every so often. One time, when I'd been pushing at her shoulders more than usual-and squeezing her tits a little each time, letting my fingers brush the nipples, and getting us both turned on-well, I got a hard on that day, and my cock was standing up so hard I thought it was going to bust right through my pants. Mona caught a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, and she kept glancing back at it every couple of seconds.
"Her eyes grew big and kind of seductive. She looked like she could just barely keep herself from reaching out and grabbing it. I was getting so turned on I could hardly keep my mind on my music. I decided something had to be done. It's funny, but I told myself, 'I can't let this happen; something has got to be done to stop this from happening.' I excused myself for a minute, and once I got in the bathroom, I took off my pants and shorts and let my cock stand out in front of me. I was going to jack off and cool down in that way. I figured I'd be cool enough after that to keep my mind on the music, but ... well, I don't know why, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Maybe it was all my childhood teachings, where I was taught that it wasn't nice to play with myself. I don't know; anyway, I didn't do it. Instead, I got dressed again; however, I forgot to put my shorts back on. I didn't do it purposely; I really forgot. And I also forgot to zip up my pants. I know it probably sounds like I'm lying, just trying to avoid feeling guilty about it, as if I'd really planned the whole thing. Really, though, I was so confused and aroused that those things just slipped my mind. All I could think of was, 'You can't let this happen. It wouldn't be right!'
"When I got back to Mona, she was sprawled on the chair, studying her song. Her little legs were wide open, and I could see her panties covering her crotch. I had managed to relax enough that my cock was almost down to its normal state, but that glimpse up under her skirt to her panties brought it up to full erection. I was lost from that point on; I just couldn't fight my urges at all after that.
"Mona glued her eyes on my crotch right away; she not only saw that I had a hard on-which I knew she saw-but she saw that my fly was open, and that I wasn't aware of. We went through the pretense of the music lesson for a while. You just don't drop everything and suddenly say, 'Let's fuck.' Not to a sweet and innocent young girl like Mona. You have to work up to it slowly, both of you pretending that that's the furthest thing from your mind. Even when-it actually happens, you don't verbalize it. The thing is, you can get the girl to do anything: suck your cock, let you suck her pussy, or fuck her in the ass, anything at all. But when you put it into words, she might get very upset.
"What I mean is, she'll willingly and eagerly suck your cock as long as you don't say, 'Suck my cock.' Little girls see words as dirty, and they get very defensive about the idea of entering into a sexual situation with a man. For some reason, they seem to feel that they don't have to face it, they don't have to be aware of what they're doing as long as it's not spelled out to them. As soon as it's put into words for them, they have to face it, and they begin to feel guilty and upset and angry. I don't know if that makes sense to you, only it really seems to be the way they are.
"That's something I learned later-the hard way. And I almost got into trouble because of it. With Mona, though, I was too nervous to bring myself to speak at all. I got her to sit next to me on the piano bench, and then I played a couple of bars on the piano. She was sitting on my right, so I started playing with just my left hand. That left my right hand with nothing to do, so I dropped it in my lap-only instead of putting it in my lap, I let it fall on her thigh, very gently. I just let it lay there for a few minutes. She stiffened up the minute my hand touched her bare thigh, but I continued as if nothing was happening, and in a couple of minutes, she relaxed and didn't seem to notice my hand at all.
"I could catch her sidelong glances at my crotch, though. Every time she'd glance down there, she'd kind of flutter and wiggle. Then she moved her butt forward on the bench, pretending that she was getting closer to the score to see it better. This brought my hand up her thigh till it was resting almost in.her lap; that is, almost touching her hot little pussy. It's amazing how seductive little girls can be at times. I don't know if they do it on purpose or not, but they can throw seductive glances at a man that get him all hot and bothered. Of course, I'm sure Mona knew what she was doing when she moved forward on the bench. I don't think there's any doubt about that. She wanted my hand on her pussy.
"The next thing I knew, she had her left hand gripping my thigh. We were both pretending to be so carried away with the music lesson that we didn't notice what we were doing. And we kept up that pretense for quite a while. I moved a little closer to her, pretending to be enthusiastic about the music. My movement caused her hand to fall over my open fly. It was only at that point that I realized that I'd forgotten to zip it up. However, at that point, I was beyond caring. My cock was standing straight up; its head was poking against my pants just a bare inch from the open fly.
"I can't begin to describe my feelings at that moment. I've never felt anything so intense. There was the wildly beautiful sensation of having your goal at the brink of being realized; but along with it was an overpowering sense of guilt. What I was about to do was condemned by society, forbidden by society's laws, and anathema by every religious tenet. But it was because it was condemned, forbidden, that it was doubly exciting. Furthermore, it was a cherished fantasy about to come to pass.
"I moved my pelvis slightly, and my cock popped out of my pants into her hand. At the same moment, my fingers began to rub against her pussy, veiled by the thin layer of nylon panties. Her pussy was so hot and moist, and her fingers were cool and gentle as they squeezed my cock. I threw aside all pretensions and turned to her, putting my arm around her. Her lips were slightly parted, as my mouth found hers, and we met in a passionate embrace.
"The piano bench is no place for lovemaking, so I picked up her little body and carried her to the couch. We have a studio couch, covered with a blanket and with pillows thrown all over it. Once in a while, we've had guests spend the night with us and sleep there. It's about the size of a single bed, and, for my purposes, it was very convenient. Mona was very passive, making no move to protest as I deposited her on the couch and pulled off her shoes.
"All this while, her hand retained its grasp on my cock. She stared at it in fascination, amazed at the feel of it. To me, of course, being a man, there is no mystery to a cock. I grew up with it, and I watched it grow bigger and bigger as I grew from childhood, through adolescence, to adulthood. I know how it feels
-and what feels good to it. But to a little girl the age of Mona, a cock is a revelation. Just as a pussy was a revelation to me, the first few times I got to feel one, and stick my finger in it, and fuck it. It wasn't until I was well into my twenties that I first went down on one. It makes you feel kind of freaky and depraved the first time. like you're no more than an animal ... and that's hard to take. You don't want to be an animal; you want to be someone you can respect and admire, but here you are, lapping and wallowing in a pussy like a pig.
"Only, once you get a taste for pussy, it's like a drug addiction; you don't care how filthy and bestial it is, you've got to have it. In a way, I guess it was fortunate that I'd acquired a taste for pussy. I wanted to fuck Mona, but I was deathly afraid of getting her pregnant. It was barely possible to hide all sorts of hanky-panky with her, but if she were to get pregnant, we'd both be wiped out.
"Mona was a funny little girl; she was like a pupil to whom I was teaching the facts of life, the methods of sex. She didn't seem to care what I did to her pussy, but she absolutely refused to let me undress her completely. I took off her skirt and her panties with no difficulty at all, but she wouldn't let me remove her blouse. If I got too insistent about playing with her tits, she put her arms across them-as if her tits, rather than her pussy, were the symbol of her virginity.
"I took off my pants and stood beside her, letting her do whatever she wanted to with my cock. She put both hands on it, squeezing it and caressing it. Then I showed her how to pull the skin back, pulling on it so the foreskin slid back to reveal the entire head to her. She was delighted, and she began to pump up and down on the shaft, alternately covering and uncovering the head. She was especially curious about my balls. They made her laugh'; they seemed so ridiculous, hanging down there, not seeming to serve any real purpose. I didn't try to get across to her the feeling a man has about his balls. How they are really as much the symbol of his manhood as his cock is. I suppose any man would choose to lose his balls before he lost his cock-if it came down to a case where he was absolutely forced to lose one or the other. But, with most men, the choice would be too terrible to contemplate. Both parts of his body are so extremely meaningful to him.
"However, to Mona, my balls were merely funny, and they were strange, too. She stuck out a finger and prodded one of them very hesitantly. Gradually, she put her whole hand around one and caressed it, and she marveled at the sponginess of it, and at the hard nut it enclosed.
" 'That's where babies come from, isn't it?' she asked.
" 'Yes. And the fluid that's generated there comes out here,' I told her, indicating the hole in the end of my cock.
"Her face expressed a sense of wonder, almost awe.
" 'And,' I continued, 'if I put this'-indicating my cock-'into here'-putting my finger into her pussy-'then, when the moment of climax comes, my fluid would go up inside you. And, if we happened to do this at the right moment, then you might get pregnant.'
"She considered this bit of information for a few minutes, and then she ventured, 'But I thought boys and girls could do this a lot of times. I mean, that the girl didn't necessarily get pregnant every time.'
" 'Well,' I laughed, 'yes. You're quite right. Most of the time, it won't lead to pregnancy. It's just when you do it at the right time that it happens.'
"She seemed satisfied with that for a few minutes. Then she looked up and said, 'But ... how do you know when it's the right time?'
" 'Well ... you don't, actually,' I tried to explain to her. 'You don't really know it until it happens. And then it's too late.' When I had stuck my finger up her pussy-as I was telling her about where the cock went-I left it up there; and all the while I was talking to her, I kept rubbing my finger around inside her sweet, virgin pussy. That wasn't enough, though; I wanted to get a good look at that pussy. So I said, 'Here ... let me show you something.' She, in her innocence, was lying flat on the couch with her thighs close together.
"I pulled my cock out of her hand and kneeled down on the couch between her legs; then I lifted her legs and bent them at the knee so she had her thighs extended back over her body. What a beautiful sight that was! Her whole crotch area was open to my gaze, and that virgin pussy of hers was gorgeous. Her pussy lips looked as soft and delicate as rose petals. I spread them apart with my hand and stared at her beautiful cunt. I think any man would have felt the way I did; all I could think of was, 'It looks good enough to eat.'
" 'You're not going to put your big thing up in there, are you?' She sounded alarmed.
" 'No, no, dear,' I soothed her. 'I just wanted to look at you.' Then I added, 'It's so beautiful. Do you mind if I kiss it?'
" 'I don't know,' she answered quickly; she acted frightened, as if she wasn't sure that was quite proper.
" I'm not going to bite you,' I reassured her. 'It won't hurt; I promise you that. In fact, it might even feel good.'
"She still seemed skeptical, but she didn't try to stop me as I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue and licked around the opening to her pussy. Maybe it was my imagination-I don't know-only that pussy actually tasted sweet. It had a taste of youth and innocence about it. When I finally shot my tongue inside her cunt, she gasped and kind of tensed up. It was as if she hadn't really believed that I would ever go that far.
"Most young people have such romanticized illusions concerning sex. They seem to feel that it mostly takes place above the waist, and whatever happens below is all kind of vague and not really very important. Maybe sex education classes, and the recent X-rated films, and the paperback books of erotic realism, will be of some help; though, personally, I believe that only experience can really teach them. With sex, as with just about everything else, you can learn best by doing. Mona never did quite get over her shock at what I was doing. I figured the best way to teach her that it was not something awful, but, on the contrary, something very nice, was to just keep going. I swabbed my tongue in and out of that wonderful hot little pussy of hers, until, despite herself, she had to relax and enjoy it. And she did enjoy it.
"She began to moan a little, only she stopped herself almost right away. I guess she felt it wasn't quite decent to give way to her emotions completely. Instead, she kind of purred quietly-uh, discreetly, I guess. The only time I stopped sucking her pussy was when I licked up to her clit and nibbled on it.
"'Oh,' she gasped, getting anxious again. 'What are you doing?'
"I almost laughed at that; she seemed so terrified. I don't mean I almost laughed at her; no, not that at all. I guess I was laughing at her ignorance-her innocence, anyway. Really, kind of smiling in sympathy with her. She was so sweet, and so young. She was just at the age where she was beginning to understand her body and all its functions. There was still a lot about it she didn't know yet. I doubt that she was aware that she had a clitoris, let alone aware of the delightful sensations it could send shooting through her body.
"I licked and nibbled at her tiny clit for a few minutes, until she began to relax again, convinced that it wasn't going to hurt her. I think, too, that she was starting to get really excited by what I was doing. She came to that lesson without even knowing she had a clit, but I'll bet it got plenty of workout from that day on. However, as soon as she began to get worked up, I stopped. I decided it was time for the next lesson.
"I dropped her legs and stood up, my cock still jutting out hard as a rock. Then I climbed on top of her in a reverse position, so I could reach her pussy better. More important, I was crouched over her so that my cock and balls were directly above her face. I didn't want to push her too fast, though-you can't teach everything about sex at once; it's far too complex a subject for that. I just squatted over her, letting my cock and balls dangle down toward her face, sort of tantalizing her with the sight of them.
"I could have just shoved my cock into her mouth, only I think that would have frightened her and disgusted her. I was trying to set it up so she would try it on her own; she would get so hot that she would do it naturally, without any prodding from me-at least, without any obvious prodding. Meanwhile, I leaned down over that sweet little pussy, and I worked my shoulders down behind her thighs, and then I lifted up her butt. This way, I could bury my face in that wonderful cunt and use my hands to brace myself on the couch, while my shoulders and arms kept her thighs back out of the way.
"I started in on that pussy again. My tongue was out as far as it would go, and I swabbed up and down the whole area, tickling her clit and stabbing my tongue into her cunt; I was really getting carried away with what I was doing. Every once in a while, though, I would remember to shake my butt a little, causing my balls to wiggle and my cock to swing from side to side. I had the feeling that she would get my message better that way. It was almost as if my cock and balls were begging her to touch them, and especially to kiss them.
"Pretty soon I felt her hand groping around my cock. It kind of startled me; I was so involved in what I was doing to her sloppy little pussy that I'd forgotten all about my plan to get her around to sucking my cock. In a minute or two, I felt her other hand come up and start playing with my balls. I moved my knees back just slightly, acting as if I was doing it so she could reach me better. What I was actually doing was lowering my body a little, so that, when she was ready, my cock would slip right into her mouth.
"It was hard to keep concentrating on both ends at once. When I was trying to position my cock so it was accessible to her, I would just sort of halfheartedly slurp around at her pussy, not really aware of what I was doing. And when I'd get carried away with my pussy-eating, I'd forget all about what was happening to my cock, or whether it was where she wanted it to be. It was kind of exciting, though, to keep my mind jumping back and forth from one field of action to the other.
"I was in the middle of nibbling on her clit once more, when I became aware that my cock was being pulled straight down. I could sense that it was aimed right at her pretty little mouth. Only nothing happened; she continued to massage it back and forth-and if I'd shot off at that moment, I'm sure it would have spurted right into her mouth. I waited a minute to see if she was going to do anything more, and I was almost holding my breath, waiting to feel the tip of her tongue tickling the head of my cock. Only nothing happened.
"I pushed down toward her, trying to push my cock right up to her lips, but I could feel her turn her head aside, so my cock slid down the side of her cheek. I knew she wanted to; I could almost hear her wordlessly begging for it to push into her mouth. I knew she was afraid, though. She just couldn't bring herself to have it come into contact with her mouth. I suppose that's a carryover from our childhood. Early in childhood, we're taught that piss is nasty and unclean. Therefore, we get the idea that the place we piss from must also be nasty and unclean. And it takes quite a while, sometimes, before we can convince ourselves-a pussy and a cock are not unclean. For that matter, though, Mona probably had the cleanest pussy in town after I got through with it....
"Well, that's how it all began. In a way, you might say that I got so much in the habit of being a teacher, that even when it came to my sexual pleasure, I didn't feel right unless I was acting as a teacher. I suspect that every man digs young girls, though. True, most of them don't give in to the temptation of actually doing anything with them, but, then, most men don't really have the opportunity. My situation was ideal-as far as opportunity goes.
"That first time with Mona-which was my first time with any little girl ... well, since I was a kid myself, that is-that was a really exciting afternoon. I never did get her around to the point where she'd lick my cock. She even spit and sputtered, and wiped off her mouth when the head just barely touched it. I didn't really care; I did finally bring her around to having a climax, though. With my mouth. I did it by licking her clit and tongue-fucking her in the cunt. Though, I think her seeing me come had something to do with it. Mona had never seen a cock ejaculate before. She'd never even seen one hard before, or at least, she'd never touched it.
"She kept working my cock up and down, and she kept playing with my balls. That, plus how excited it got me by sucking on her pussy, finally worked me up to the point where I couldn't have held back the explosion if I'd wanted to. When I brushed my cock down so it just barely touched her lips, it upset her, and she kept spitting and wiping off her mouth, as if it had been contaminated. However, her reaction had just the opposite effect on me. That perverse act of mine got me so hot that I was right on the verge of shooting off.
"She dropped her hold on my cock while she sputtered and rubbed at her lips. But, in a few minutes, she settled down and began to massage that 'filthy' shaft hanging down over her face. Just a couple of strokes was all it took; I groaned and started to shudder all over, and she knew 'it' was about to occur. She quickly moved her mouth out of the way, and I frantically pushed her hand so it would aim away from her blouse. That's all I needed, was for her mother to discover a come-juice stain on her little girl's blouse!
"I shot off, spurting my come juice all up and down her cheek. She tried to let go of my cock right away, but I gripped her hand tight and forced her to jack it back and forth a couple of times. Man, that was a wild orgasm-shooting all over the face of an innocent young girl. I had pulled my mouth away from her pussy for a couple of minutes, just long enough for the wild excitement of my orgasm to die down some. And-then I dove back into that hot, sloppy little pink nest of hers. I kept working on her clit with my tongue, or with my fingers when my tongue was busy in her cunt. And it wasn't very long before she had her first orgasm. Well, I'm not actually positive it was her first, though I am certain that it was the first time she ever came while somebody was sucking her pussy or playing with her clit.
"She didn't really make much noise when she came; she didn't move around much, either. She did gasp a couple of times, and she let out a little moan in spite of herself. Her thighs twitched a little, and every time I tickled her clit, she jerked like I'd pricked her with a needle. So I knew she'd made it. And I guess she liked it, because she came back for more, later on.
"It wasn't until two lessons later that I finally got her to at least kiss my cock. And then she wouldn't kiss the head of it; she acted like she had a snake in her hand, and it would poison her if she got too close to the head. We started a little ritual with that third lesson, and each time she came by after that-after we got our music lesson out of the way-we'd start on her more serious (and more enjoyable) lesson. As soon as my cock popped out of my pants, she would bend down and kiss it, just behind the head.
"I wanted her to get used to it, to get accustomed to the idea of putting her lips on it. I guess, in a way, the whole thing was a sort of ritual. We never talked about it, at any other time than when we were in the middle of doing it. And Mona never made the first advances, at least, not openly. As soon as she would enter the house, we would smile at each other-and the smile was much more than just a greeting. It signified that we both were ready for our secret lesson; ready and willing.
"But we never rushed things; she was there ostensibly to learn about music-and I made good and sure she got her money's worth on that score. However, after about half an hour, Mona would begin to get restless. She'd throw her legs wide open, or maybe let her skirt slide up her thighs so she was exposing her panties. Only, half the time, she didn't wear any panties. I almost came in my pants the first time she did that. We were sitting on the piano bench together, getting a little bored with the music lesson, and getting warmed up for the sexual lesson. I had already excused myself and had gone to the bathroom, and I came back with my pants unzipped-purposely, this time. And she let her skirt slide up her thighs; I looked down and saw her little patch of silky pubic hair exposed, and, as I say, it nearly caused me to come in my pants. It was a turn-on.
"We didn't waste much time with preliminaries that day. I got down between her legs, right there at the piano bench, and started lapping away at that sweet-smelling pussy of hers. After a few minutes, we took off our clothes-she let me take off her blouse that time-and she bent down and kissed my cock, right behind the head, and then I bent down and planted a wet kiss on each of her little strawberry nipples. From there on, we repeated pretty much what we had done the first time. She was beginning to relax more, though, and her orgasm was wilder, noisier, and we both enjoyed it a lot more. When I came, I shot over her cheek, as I had the first time, only this time, some of my sticky come juice hit her on the lip. It didn't seem to bother her; she wiped it off without tasting it, but she didn't spit and sputter like it was something nasty.
"We'd always follow roughly that same ritual, though. We'd pay serious attention to the music lesson until we both began to get restless, and then I'd excuse myself and go to the bathroom and take off my shorts and leave my fly open.
"Well, one afternoon-I guess it was about our sixth time together-she came by for her sexual lesson. She had been a pupil of mine for well over a year at that time, but for the first thirteen months, all I ever taught her was music. She wasn't wearing her panties on this occasion, either, and I got her on the couch and got all her clothes off her, and, for the first time, I took off all mine, too. Previously, I'd just taken my pants off. Mona was really getting turned on this time; she began rubbing her hands over my chest and tweaking my nipples, and she squeezed my butt, and she got a little rough when she was playing with my balls.
"When I finally got in our usual sixty-nine position, she pulled my cock down and started jacking it off-but she began to kiss it along the shaft, too. Pretty soon, her little pink tongue came out, and I realized she was licking up and down the shaft of my cock. I was really getting turned on, when she suddenly plunged the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it. Man, that was a great sensation.
"I was hoping she'd keep it up, but I guess it took all her courage to do it that little bit, because in a minute she took my cock out of her mouth and went back to massaging it, though she did lick the shaft of it a few more times, and even ran her tongue around the head one more time. More than anything else, I wanted to shoot off in her mouth and have her lick up the come juice, like a cat licking cream. She still wasn't ready to quite go that far, however. And don't get me wrong, I was more than satisfied with what I did get.
"After that time, however, she never failed to suck on my cock a little bit during each lesson. And, maybe, it was just my imagination-I mean, maybe it was that I wanted her to do it so badly, that I began to believe she actually was-but it seemed to me that each time she did it, my cock stayed in her mouth for a longer and longer time. It was wildly exciting to realize that one of these times, she was going to catch me at just the right moment, and I would shoot off and spurt my come juice all over her tongue and the inside of her sweet mouth.
"It was quite a while before it finally happened that way. A couple of more months went by with her just sucking on it for a while, and then taking it out and jacking it off until I shot on her cheek-and more often, a few drops would land on her lips. This one time, though, she just kept sucking on it and didn't take it out of her mouth. I could feel the come juice beginning to boil up from my balls, and I didn't try to hold back. In fact, I tried to urge it along.
"And, sure enough, she was greedily sucking on it, when my cock suddenly tensed up, and it exploded in her mouth. Her whole body jerked at that, and she stopped sucking right away; she pulled her mouth away, and she looked around frantically for some place to spit out the stuff in her mouth. I had to stop what I was doing and get up and get her a towel. She spit and sputtered a bit, and tried desperately not to swallow any of it. But I knew it was just a matter of time until she'd be gulping the juice down like it was the sweetest nectar.
"She hadn't come yet, and it took a little while to get her back in the mood, but she finally made it. She looked a little distressed when she left that day. On her next visit, though, her smile was as broad as ever. She let me shoot off in her mouth two or three times before she got around to swallowing any of it. And it made her kind of sick the first time. Of course, it wasn't really the come juice that made her sick, rather it was the idea of it. So it was actually a matter of her accepting the act, and I knew that would come in time, too.
"Well, after two or three times of me coming in her mouth, and her choking and spitting it out, she gradually got around to swallowing it with no problem. The main difficulty was that she got to liking it too much. It wasn't enough for me to shoot off and her to lick up the last drop, she kept working away on my cock, trying to get me to come a second time. She just wouldn't give up. And after I'd come in her mouth a couple of times, I was pretty well exhausted. I'd have to lie to Alice and tell her I wasn't feeling well, so I could get a good night's sleep without having to satisfy her, too. And, one time, Mona wouldn't stop after the second load she'd gulped down; she just kept on sucking and sucking until, damned if I didn't shoot a third time. I collapsed after that, and Mona kind of teased me about it, saying I couldn't cut the mustard anymore.
"She was insatiable about her own orgasms, too. Once wasn't enough; she wanted to come three and four times, and my mouth was getting sore from all the sucking I was doing. My poor tongue hardly had the strength to lick my lips anymore. Well, fortunately, her folks moved away at about that time, because she was really beginning to get out of hand. Besides, by this time, I had a couple of other little girls I was interested in.
"Little Phyllis was only thirteen, but she had a wanton look in her eye. Thelma-who preferred to be called Tammy-was fourteen, going on fifteen. She was a little old for me, but she had such luscious looking tits, and long sexy legs. I decided it wouldn't hurt to try. anyway. I realized that I couldn't use the same method of getting her around to the point of sucking my cock that I had used on Mona. Each girl is an individual case. I mean, I couldn't excuse myself and run to the bathroom and come back with my fly open. Oh, I suppose I could have, but, truthfully, I didn't feel it would work again.
"With Tammy, I began asking her 'friendly' questions, like how she was getting along with her boyfriends, and such things as that. Most girls that age would have giggled and blushed and looked very uncomfortable, but Tammy just sort of smiled and said, 'I don't have any real problems with them. If they go too far, I tell them to stop-and they stop.'
'"How far is "too far"? ' I quipped.
"Tammy laughed and looked seductively at me, and she answered, 'Oh, far enough.'
"I decided this was as good a time as any to push my luck. 'Well, for instance,' I continued, 'supposing a boy did this to you. Is that going too far?' As I said this, I took one of her tits in my hand and pinched her nipple very gently.
"She jumped back like I'd jabbed her with a hot poker, and she looked very uncomfortable for a moment, but then she recovered herself, and slowly said, 'No-o-o.' Then she added, 'Not if he's gentle.'
"My next move was to place a hand on her bare thigh and start to moving it up toward her pussy. 'All right,' she said, grabbing my hand to prevent me from going any higher, "That's far enough.'
"I tried to make a joke out of it. 'Well, see,' I chuckled, 'now I know how far "far enough" is.'
" 'Yes,' she said, a little sarcastically, 'I know what you were up to.'
"'Only I never quite got up to it, did I?' I returned, quickly.
"We went back to our music lesson, then. I decided I'd pushed my luck about as far as I could for that time. The next lesson, however, I put my hand on her thigh once again, muttering, 'So this is all the farther you let boys go, eh?'
"She took my hand away, and then, in answer to my question, she .said, 'Well, it depends on the boy.' There was a twinkle in her eyes.
"I couldn't let that one drop. 'You mean,' I went on, 'it depends on how much you like him? On how much he turns you on?'
"She smiled and said, 'Well, yes. That does make a difference, you know.'
"And I ventured, 'I guess you don't like me that much; or maybe I just don't turn you on enough.'
"She didn't answer right away and sat thinking it over. At last she said, 'No. I didn't say that.'
"I had to smile, then. I kept after her, though, and she admitted at last that she was still a virgin. That she just wouldn't let a boy fuck her-of course, she didn't say it like that. But that's what she meant. 'Well,' I said, my cock standing up and jerking in my pants, 'there are other ways of getting your kicks than by putting it in, you know.'
"She looked surprised at that. 'I'd be only too happy to demonstrate one or two very exciting ways,' I went on.
"She finally explained to me that her surprise was not caused by her discovering that there were other things to do than to fuck-she knew that; rather, she was surprised that a man of my age-as if I were in my dotage-would be aware of such things. She, like so many kids under thirty, seemed to feel that older people just sat around and twiddled their thumbs and didn't know how to get the most out of life. Well, it was an easy matter from that point on to get her on the couch and compare notes. I figured I still might have a couple of things to teach her, but I also had the suspicion that maybe she could teach me a thing or two, also . ...
"She had a gorgeous body, Tammy did. It was still fairly nubile, though well along in its development toward adulthood. Her pussy was not nearly as pink and innocent-looking as Mona's had been; the lips were turning dark, and her cunt itself was almost fiery looking. Her tits, too, were more like overripe fruits than juicy little melons at their prime. However, at that point, I didn't have the inclination to quibble about it. I only regretted that I hadn't plucked her a couple of years earlier.
"She was no stranger to a cock, so I didn't have to set out to teach her what it was all about. She wasted no time in sucking my whole cock into her mouth; she practically devoured it, and she acted as if she could have taken a lot more. She liked what I did to her cunt, and she began to roll and twist when I got my mouth on her clit. She fondled my balls like they were old friends; and then she wet her finger and worked it into my ass-hole. That was a new one on me; I'd never tried that before, and it took a little getting used to. Only I wasn't about to be put in the role of pupil. I'd have died before I let her know that I didn't know everything there was to know about love-making.
"I wet my finger and jabbed it into her ass-hole, and she settled her ass down around it like it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I even went her one better and pushed a second finger in there, and I wiggled both fingers around in that hot cavern, and I rammed them in and out just like I was fucking her. She gasped and moaned, and she loved it. She kept working her finger around in my ass-hole, and it was beginning to feel darned uncomfortable. However, she kept prodding my prostate gland, and that brought quick results. I shot off in her mouth long before I wanted to. She gulped down my come juice like an old pro. For a virgin, she acted like she had sure had a lot of experience.
"She came right after I did; and she clamped her thighs tight around my neck until I thought she was going to strangle me, but I kept lapping and slurping at her pussy and pinching her clit until, damned if she didn't come twice more in rapid succession.
"I'd never known a girl who was this hot; not even a grown woman. I came in her mouth a second time before we were finished. She managed to eke out another five or six orgasms, herself, in that time. Her pussy juice was good; though, not as sweet and innocent-tasting as Mona's had been, but it still tasted very young and delicious.
"Well, it's funny, but next time she came by, I just wasn't in the mood for anything. Tammy practically had to rape me in order to get me in the mood. After a girl sucks your cock for five minutes, and licks your balls and tickles your ass-hole, well, how can you resist? That was a fairly good session, too, even though I wasn't feeling too well that day. However, I found that my schedule was just too busy, and I had to drop Tammy. I recommended her to another music teacher I knew. I only saw her a couple of times after that, when I ran into her by accident on the street once or twice.
"Besides, I was giving little Phyllis all my attention by that time. She was such a delicate little girl. As I say, she was just thirteen; she was so innocent-looking that it made me feel guilty to even think of doing anything to her. With her, I worked it so she would sit on my lap while we went through our music lesson. It was quite a while before she became aware of my hard cock jerking and throbbing under her. It was after about the third lesson-that is, the third lesson when she sat on my lap. As soon as she became aware of that hard rod poking up at her, she began to squirm around from side to side. The fourth time, I made her raise up for a second, while I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, then she sat back down. I worked it so it all happened very quickly; she didn't have time to realize what was going on (or, maybe I should have said, 'coming off). I didn't give her a chance to look down and see that my cock was out.
"Talk about exciting! I got so worked up I could barely talk. The feel of my naked cock rubbing against her bare thighs, and prodding at her little panties. I don't know if she realized what was happening, but she seemed to squirm an extra lot that day, and each squirm was a delicious thrill to my cock. It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load all over her innocent young bottom. I didn't dare do that, though; that would have given the whole thing away. At least, I thought so at the time.
"When she finally got off my lap, I quickly shoved my cock back in my pants, and I got up and bent over away from her, pretending to pick up something from the carpet, but actually zipping up my pants. She never knew what I had done. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take, though. The next time she came by, I started asking her how much she knew about boys and girls-and how they were different. She looked embarrassed, and stood on one leg, and then the other, until I finally took her in my lap. Then I started to demonstrate the differences. I took out my cock and showed it to her. I had wanted to show it to her soft, and to show her how quickly it could become erect, and how different it looked. Only my cock got hard the minute she came into the room. She was fascinated by it, and she acted like she was afraid to even touch it, so I took her little hand and placed it on my cock.
"Such a soft, smooth little hand! I curled her fingers around my cock and made her hang on to it. Then I took off all her clothes and gazed on that lovely little body. Her little tits were just beginning to bud, and, except for the nipples, they were hardly different from my own chest. Her pubic area was covered with a fine, soft fuzz, and it reminded me of a furry little peach. I took off all my clothes, then, and I brought both her hands to rest on my cock, and I showed her how much fun it was to pump it back and forth. She was delighted with that; it was like a new and intriguing toy to her.
"I put her lovely little body down on the couch, and I got over her and started looking at her darling little cunt and smelling the sweet fragrance. Little Phyllis made no objection to sucking my cock; I explained it to her, comparing it to a lollipop, and I told her it would be fun to lick it and suck on it, besides which, it would give me great pleasure. She licked it for a while, then she looked up and told me it had a funny taste. That didn't stop her, though, she went right back to licking and lapping at it. Her little tongue was delightful, so gentle and soft, barely brushing across the head of it. I was ready to come in no time.
"Meanwhile, I slurped and slobbered at her cunt, and I licked and nibbled on her clit. She said she liked it, though I never could really tell whether she came or not. But I did; there was no doubt about that. I shot off all over her mouth and between her lips. She looked extremely startled. I tried to tell her how good it felt, and how good it was to eat the come juice, bat I don't think I quite convinced her. She did swallow a bit of it, and it didn't seem to bother her. But she insisted I wipe off the rest of it that had jetted all over her face and lips.
"I got the towel and wiped her off very gently and gave her a big kiss and told her what a wonderful girl she was. We got dressed after that, and she left. She never came back. I don't know what happened. I was too terrified to call her house and ask, and my life was a torment of hell for several weeks after that. All I could think of was that she had told her mother or father, and I kept expecting the police to come knocking at my door at every moment. Nothing ever came of it, though. I guess I went a little too far too fast with her. Only she was such a lovely child.
"I have a couple of little girls now that I've been thinking about. I've decided I'll take it a little more slowly with them, though. They're such lovely little girls, and they have so much to learn...."
CHAPTER TWO Unholy Knight
"After the Fischer-Spassky match I couldn't do a thing with him. Before that ... well, he made love like a beautiful chess game.
"Now, don't get me wrong. I love chess. I even love people who say 'chest.'
"But before the Fischer-Spassky world championship, he was a man of many and superb talents. Mathematician, painter, sculptor-really, a Michelangelo, a Renaissance man.
"And how often, now-I see you smiling, 'how oft-ten'-but really, how often now do you find-or does one find-a Renaissance man? I mean, really?
"A Renaissance man making love to you ... I mean, not to you, but to me. Can you imagine lying on a cushioned chaise lounge and getting fucked by Michelangelo's David?
"Of course, that's just a rhetorical question ... unless you really want to answer it. ... I know: I'm supposed to be the one answering the questions.
"I'd rather think of the Renaissance man as David than Michelangelo. Michelangelo Buonarroti always struck me-at least the reproductions of him always struck me-as looking like God. And I'm not too sure if it would be fun to make love with God.
"But to make love with David-whoo!
"That is, until the Fischer-Spassky match.
"After that, Frank-that's my husband's name: Frank-after that, he really got kind of freaky.
"What I mean is, well ... it used to be when we were having sex, he'd say things like 'Ooo, fuck, suck.' You know, 'Oh, pussy, cunt!' and 'Come, eat it! fuck me!'
"I guess it helped him, you know, get his nuts off. I know it helped me. I used to join in those little tender exchanges. 'Put your cock in me, in my cunt!' 'Grab my tits and suck my pussy!'
"But now-now that his Renaissance creativity and energy is being channeled so much into chess. ... I mean, he walks around two or three hours a day carrying this little chessboard with magnetic chess pieces, chessmen, I guess you call them. He's working out the strategy of Alekhine versus Capablanca, 'Buenos Aires, nineteen twenty-seven,' as he-likes to tell me.' Or Tarrasch versus Rubinstein, 'San Sebastian, nineteen twelve.'
"But what really kind of bugs me is when we're in bed, having sex, and he comes out with things like 'What a fantastic end game!' while he's really socking the meat to me and molding my ass, like a piece of clay, in his beautiful sculptor's hands.
" 'What is black to do now against the threat of knight to bishop four?' he'll say, and stick his tongue in my ear and wiggle his cock in my vagina. 'Rook to queen bishop one!' and he really zaps the meat to me. 'Zap, chung-I think he picked up those little goodies from the Fischer-Spassky games.
"The way I see it is, ever since he's been ten years old, he's been really interested in chess.
And for sixteen, seventeen years, chess players have not been held in very high esteem. I mean, a chess player is not-or hasn't been-accorded the same status as, say, a doctor, lawyer, or even a schoolteacher, for God's sake.
"And now, in the past three months, Frank has won a total of twelve hundred dollars at various small matches and tournaments. Acquaintances that used to kind of laugh at him behind his back now seek out his company, his friendship, ask about his opinions. And they love to have him play a game of chess with them. He invariably wins, of course. But they all insist that playing Frank has sharpened their game so much that they can beat all their other friends. To my way of thinking, a few of our friends have become a little sycophantic, but Frank doesn't seem to see it that way.
"I'm not saying he's totally blind to it, but ... well, maybe I'd better mention one more little change in our sex life. In the past month we've started swapping a little with two other married couples.
"They're both lovely couples-what you might call the beautiful people' type. One of the husbands is a wealthy clothing wholesaler, the other a lawyer, as a matter-of-fact. The first one's name is Don, the other's Eddie.
"Don's wife, Jan, is a fashion designer. Eddie's wife is an interior decorator. And they're both, I have to admit, beautiful girls. And, I understand, fantastic in bed. Not that Don and Eddie aren't all a woman could want.
"What worries me a little bit is that Frank doesn't seem to be able to achieve normal satisfaction with me any more. He needs the ... availability of three women. "Three beautiful women,' he says. "That's what every man should have. Especially a chess master.'
"And he needs to be around the sweet smell of success. He's embraced the success ethic wholeheartedly. 'Winners, that's the kind of people I want for friends. Winners, just like me.' We've already started to live just a little bit beyond our income.
"Our new friends, especially Don and Jan, Eddie and Monica, aid and abet Frank's new delusions of grandeur, although that's really too strong a term to use. But they all frequently refer to him as 'Grand Master.' And Frank beams whenever they kid him like that.
"Basically, I guess, it seems as though Frank's sexual energy has increased about twofold, but it's become just a little warped. Those sweet nothings that he whispers, like 'Castle, queen rook,' just don't seem to have the same intimate sound as some of the others might.
"I might as well admit that I enjoy the earthy ... language that our four friends employ. God, until the first time we engaged in a swapping party, I'd never realized how much I missed the old fuck mes and suck tries and come, babys that Frank used to throw around so freely.
"But the past month or two has really opened my eyes to some of the foibles, the pressures and weaknesses, that the success ethic can subject a man to. I suppose it's a combination of the success ethic, the idea of winning at any cost, and the increasing competitiveness of society.
"I've worked out a little theory in the past few weeks. What I've begun to think is, the more a man sacrifices a kind of normal private life to the pressures of a career, the more he needs to find some sort of instant gratification. And he finds this most easily in his sex life. I guess that would apply to women, too.
"So, you see, I haven't been trying to avoid this problem. I've been trying to understand it, face up to it. But there are times when I feel I just can't find the handle to it.
"And Frank-I'm not sure he's even aware that there is a problem, a problem that is manifesting itself in our sex life. Although we've talked superficially about our new circle of friends and the fact that we're beginning to live just a little beyond our means.
" "We're making it, babe, we're making it,' is what he usually says when I broach the subject The subject I want to broach, of course, is all these new little wrinkles in our sex life. But he talks about our successful friends, our new life-style, new plans for our life, and chess, chess, chess.
"Good God!-Frank and his magnetic chessboard!
"In one breath he's rambling on about the drawbacks to the Steinitz defense of the Ruy Lopez, and in the next he's talking about the possibility of our moving out to Edina. Edina, for God's sake. Only the upper class of Minneapolis can afford to live in Edina, as far as I can see.
"I mean, back where I come from-middle-class Long Island, as you probably surmised-that would be, to me, like having a home in Oyster Bay or Easthampton.
"Anyway, Edina is where Eddie and Monica live, in a modest house, by neighborhood standards. But Monica, being an interior designer, has done a fantastic job of fixing the place up.
Of course, she gets a lot of her materials and fabrics wholesale, so....
"I keep trying to avoid the issue, the whole point of why I'm here.
"It was at Eddie and Monica's where we first tried swapping. Frank and I. And Don and Jan were there, too.
"It was on-of all the times to get introduced to swapping-it was on Christmas Eve. Eddie and Monica were having a lot of people over, young married couples, for drinks before we all went home and spent a quiet evening listening to Christmas carols, or those with kids went home to spend time with the kids and trim the tree.
"Well, Frank and I got there about half past eight, nine o'clock. Must've been twenty people there. Some married, some not. Almost all of them rising young executives or professional people.
"It was one of those open-house affairs, where people come, drink for a while, socialize, and then go on to someplace else. The kind of cocktail party I thought I'd seen the last of in Manhattan. Everyone concerned about status, what's going on at the Club, what shows are in town, how somebody liked so-and-so's party.
"But you can imagine my surprise when I found Frank and myself at the center of attention of a small but persistent group of chess fanatics. Three or four couples-or guys, I should say, because only one of the women was knowledgeable about chess-who kept talking chess for two solid hours.
"Frank, of course, was in his element. I'd never heard so much palaver about the Alek-hine defense, Najdorf lines, Maroczy binds, Hanham variations. I've been learning chess as fast as I can, but that whole conversation was like a foreign language to me.
"Anyway, the net result of all that gamesmanship was that Frank and I ended up staying after almost everyone else had gone. And we both drank too much.
"I remember saying good night to some departing guests, and then there was only Frank and me, Eddie and Monica, and Don and Jan.
"Frank, damn his one-track mind, gave a shit-eating smile and said, 'Anyone for a game of chess?'
"And Don, usually so cool and contained, came back with something I'll never forget. He said, 'I have an idea for a better game.' He was sitting in an armchair, with Monica seated on one of the arms. 'Let's play a game of cheat.'
"And he reached up and planted one hand firmly on Monica's breast and squeezed it rapidly a few times, panting like a happy dog. It cracked everybody up, including Monica.
"And me, too. That was the surprising part. I mean, we were all good friends and mellow, but normally I would've been a little bit shocked. I was even more surprised than I was shocked when I noticed that Frank had the definite beginning of an erection.
"Eddie, I noticed, was getting a kick out of Don, too. They both had this strange glint in their eyes. So did Jan, who has the most amazing pair of green eyes I have ever seen. I remember thinking that as I observed the subtle interplay between the four of them.
"Or maybe I should say five, because I was catching the vibes that came from Frank, too. He had this kind of relaxed smile on his face that he gets sometimes when he's drunk. But his eyes were flicking back and forth, catching the interplay between the other couples. There we were, Frank and I, both trying to pick up on just what game was being played, trying to understand the spirit of whatever was going on.
"Jesus, when I think back on it, were we naive.
"Eddie-Jan was standing right beside him as he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Eddie laughed hugely and said, 'Watch me fork Jan's rooks with my bishop.' And he pulled her right down on his lap, with his legs spread so wide that her dress went, I swear to God, right up to her hips.
"She was wearing the most god-awful pair of panties I'd ever seen. Some black cotton material with a bright red heart sewn right over her ... her cunt.
'"Forked her rooks and with a discovered check,' laughed Eddie. 'What the fuck kind of style is that?' he asked, stroking her panties. I'd never heard him say 'fuck' before. And don't forget, Jan is a fashion designer. 'DHU; she said.
"I laughed out loud. It was my turn. Because that's just what the material was. Drill. I have no doubt it was warm in the Minnesota winters. I couldn't help thinking how warm my own crotch was, even with silk panties on.
"Frank was laughing now, too, laughing in a way I'd never heard him laugh before. A deeper, more confident, more successful laugh. I looked over at him and saw that his erection had progressed halfway down his left pants leg.
"Monica and Jan had noticed, too. Monica, her eyes wide, whispered in an awed voice, 'God damn, look at the size of that bishop.' "
" 'Ellen honey,' said Jan, getting to her knees in front of me, "would you mind-I mean, you wouldn't begrudge Monica and me just one short look at that extravagant tool, would you?' She turned to Monica. 'Jesus, that thing must be nine inches long.' Then back to me. 'Would you, honey? Please?'
"I tittered nervously. 'Well....' I looked at Frank, who still had a broad smile on his face. 'I guess I don't mind, if Frank doesn't.' "
" 'Hell,' Frank said, 'I don't mind. Be my guest,' And he shifted forward on the couch so Jan could reach his fly.
" 'Ooh, wowie' said Jan, reaching for his zipper, her lovely green eyes shining like diamonds. She unzipped the fly and reached inside his pants. 'Great Caesar's ghost,' she croaked, that thing is as thick as my wrist. I'll never get it out'
"In a flash her busy hands unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and undershorts halfway down his thighs, and wrapped themselves, both of them, around the length of his shaft. Actually there was about an inch of shaft left over, topped by the plum-sized red glans, which swelled to larger firmness with the squeeze of her hands.
"'Oh good God,' she mattered. She gazed raptly at the fleshy, veined pole, lost in contemplation. I think she would've stared at it a solid hour. Monica was licking her lips. I tried to say something light.
"'Actually, it's not quite nine inches.' I laughed. "Eight and a half, last time I measured it.'
" 'Ooh God,' murmured Jan. 'Eight and a half inches of steaming hot bliss.' She put one hand under Frank's heavy balls as though weighing them. 'Jesus,' she exclaimed, 'I can't help myself.' And with that she opened her mouth wide and slid about five inches of Frank's cock in and out rhythmically, saying, 'Mramm mramm mmmm,' as she did so.
" 'Holy shit; said Frank. 'What a mouth!'
" 'Mmmmmm,' said Jan, slipping her wet mouth off the end of Frank's cock. She ran her tongue tip slowly up and down the length of it. 'Shame on me, shame on me!'
"But if she felt shame, she sure didn't show it. She dug one hand under the band of her panties-her dress was still up to her hips and bunched over to one side-and shamelessly began to play with herself. I mean, you could tell by the angle of her wrist and the violent manipulations that she had at least one finger deep in her cunt and that she was masturbating.
"Now all this was a bit of a surprise to me. Jan had always seemed less sexy than Monica-I mean, Monica was always the voluptuous one-and here she was, Jan, doing things that raised the temperature in the room by at least a few degrees. She was certainly managing to turn me on. And Monica, too, who was squirming on the arm of the chair.
" 'Well,' said Eddie, looking around the room with a big smile and glittering eyes, 'it looks like it's just about time to open up this game.' He lunged forward on the floor behind Jan and whipped her panties down to her knees-revealing a perfectly beautiful ass and well-muscled thighs. 'Knight takes pawn,' he crowed, 'and the game opens to advantage!'
"Jan canted her ass up, opening the cleft, and Eddie pushed his face right smack into her crotch, laving it generously and driving his tongue into her ass-hole.
'"Yay, rah!' Don hooted and clapped his hands. 'Forked her rooks again. With his face.' He watched, fascinated, as Eddie licked, sucked, and snuffled around in his wife's crotch. 'Betcha even Bobby Fischer wouldn't try a move like that,' he said, chortling with satisfaction.
" 'Well,' said Monica, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, 'if I were Eddie, I'd make my opening moves in a different direction. As a matter-of-fact, I think he's playing on the wrong board.' For a moment she watched Jan sucking and licking one side of Frank's cock while her hands stroked the other side of his cock and his balls.
'"I mean,' said Monica, 'that Jan is in seventh heaven just sucking that huge dick. And you know I want to do the same to that glorious organ of yours.' She felt the bulge in Don's pants and looked at me. 'Maybe Ellen would like to make a few moves with Eddie.' She saw the blush come to my cheeks-that's precisely what I'd been thinking. 'I just know she wouldn't mind it if Eddie transferred his lingual attentions to her cunt.' She smiled broadly. 'Now 'fess up, Ellen-would you?'
"Without waiting for an answer-or perhaps reading it in my flushed cheeks and glittering eyes-she took hold of Eddie's hand and guided it up my dress smack up between my steamy thighs.
"Eddie, just then coming up for air from the cleft of Jan's ass, said, 'Ooh, wow. What a hot, wet cunt we've got here. Jesus, Frank baby, you must gobble that at least once a night.' I couldn't help but be fascinated with the glaze of crotch juice on his mouth and chin.
"But most surprising of all, now that I think back on it, was that I felt only the tiniest bit shocked. I'd never even kissed Eddie on the cheek before, nor Don, for that matter, and here he was with his hot, hairy paw pressed against my silk panties and the outline of my ... admittedly ... warm and moist genitals. And all I could think of was that I wanted him to do to me what he'd been doing to Jan.
"And, again, without thinking, I spread my legs just the tiniest bit.
" 'By God, Eddie,' said Frank, T think Ellen is really turned on. I haven't seen her like that in weeks.' Abruptly, surprisingly, he laid his hand on Jan's head, pushing it down on his cock till her eyes bugged out, and with his other reached around where he could easily slide two fingers into the crack of her fantastic ass.
" 'I think, Eddie,' he said, 'that after a few preparatory moves it's time to castle, king rook.' Shockingly, now that I think back on it, even as I watched Frank shove his fingers noisily and wetly into Jan's cunt, he leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said, 'Ellen honey, you wouldn't mind, would you, playing a game with Eddie?'
"He gave that-that self-confident smile that I've come to hate sometimes. 'Of course it'll probably be like playing the local chess wizard after a match with Bobby Fischer, but the change of partners might be exciting.' He humped his cock deeper into Jan's already full mouth.
"She moaned, sucked noisily, stroked his balls, dug a hand between the hairy cheeks of his ass. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and kneaded it, like clay, in his strong fingers.
"Something seemed to snap in my head.
"Or, rather, throughout my whole body. like someone plucked a taut wire stretched between my head and cunt.
" 'Sweet sticking, sucking cocks and cunts!' I yelled. 'My goddamn pussy is burning up?
"In a flash I'd pulled my panties over my shoes, my dress and slip over my head, and was unsnapping my bra with trembling fingers.
"'Jesus,' laughed Frank, stripping off his shirt. 'Queen to knight four. Eddie, she's lining up on your king, with a direct threat to your bishop.'
"God, did that infuriate me! All I could think of was cocks and sucking and fucking, and there was Frank laughing and mouthing his chess terms. There was also Frank's cock, of truly awesome size, stiffness and redness, jutting out, still wet with Jan's saliva. I was aware of random murmurs and grunts: 'Little fuck-suck, huh?' 'Nine inches, if it's one, I betcha.' 'Ooh fuck, what a body!'
"This last, I was pleased to note was from Eddie, who was on his knees in front of me, straightening my stockings and pulling them up around my thighs.
" 'Jesus, what a bod,' he said. 'It's a goddamn crime for Frank to keep that all to himself.' He ran his hands slowly up my legs, around the inside of my thighs, around the back, to my buttocks where he squeezed gently. I felt his lips brush lightly over my thighs and belly, felt his warm breath on my pubic hair.
"Now, maybe it's a small thing, but I'm sort of proud of the fact that I don't have to wear a panty girdle or garter belt. My stomach is flat, and my legs are of such a shape that stockings don't slide or bunch. I .guess my muscles are firm enough, or my skin elastic enough, that the stockings just fit tightly without stretching enough so that they slip.
"Anyway, I got a big thrill when I heard Eddie moan, 'Jesus, I have never balled a woman wearing her stockings and high heels. That turns me on. Let's get down to the real nitty-gritty.'
"My surge of lust was given impetus when I heard Frank say, 'Wheel Let's sixty-nine!' Of course he wasn't talking to me. But for a moment there, it was the old Frank again. Then he spoiled it. I glanced over and watched Jan slide her body around expertly, so her lovely ass was poised over his face. As she lowered her wet, honey-haired slit onto his mouth, I heard Frank mutter, 'What a beautiful double pin.'
"Even as I envied Jan's sucking on that huge, throbbing cock of Frank's, I hoped for a second that she'd bite it.
"But then I forgot about everything except what was happening to me-and what I was doing. I was aware of being slowly lowered to the carpet, which seemed surprisingly soft. I realized that someone-probably Don-had spread blankets on the floor and the couch. Why, I was going to learn in a few minutes.
"I was most conscious, though, of Eddie-now naked except for his socks-gently kissing and caressing me. He had his mouth on my nipples, first one then the other, and seemed to be using his whole body in his caresses. I was aware of his fine but thick and wiry black hair brushing over my flesh, and the feeling heightened my lust.
"Because there was no denying that I was in the grip of a horniness the-likes of which I'd never felt before. My breath was rasping, my nipples were so hard they ached, and my cunt felt like it was filled with butterflies. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' I moaned over and over.
"Strangely, though, I couldn't take my eyes off Frank and Jan on the couch. She was mightily wiping her wet cunt, up and down and from side to side, all over Frank's face, while he licked and sucked noisily on whatever firm or pulpy surface came within reach of his greedy mouth. As if in sympathetic reflex, my own ass started rotating when Eddie pushed the head of his thick cock against my slit.
" 'Fu-uuuck!' I moaned. God, did that feel good. Maybe Eddie's cock wasn't as long as Frank's, but it was damn near as thick. And he had a huge, gristly ring of flesh around the head of it, that flicked back and forth as he fucked. I went rapidly out of my goddamn head.
"Half my delirium, I guess, came from watching Jan blowing Frank and jerking him off. Jesus, she was using both hands, and there was still enough cock for her to suck on.
"One thing that bugged me a little was that Jan had been working on Frank for, oh, maybe fifteen minutes and he hadn't come yet. With me, in the previous couple of months, it had been wham, bam, thank you ma'am. There was compensation, though, in that now I was about to come-after only maybe a dozen hard, gristly fuck strokes from Eddie. And I could feel him starting to tense his muscles and throb inside me. His rhythm was exactly the same as 'Good King Wenceslaus,' which was now playing on the phonograph.
" 'Oh God, yes, yes ... ye-e-e-es!' The unholy sound tore from my throat and my cunt turned to fiery molasses. Eddie and I rocked in hot, spurting climax on the floor.
"Just before my sight blurred I saw Jan take her mouth off Frank's cock, jerk like mad, shoving her cunt hard against his face, and yell, 'Jesus! Look at that fountain,' as Frank shot a huge jet of come about six feet in the air. One tiny corner of my mind envied her briefly for all the hot, thick semen that flowed over her hands and face.
"Afterwards, resting to the strains of 'God
Rest You Merry, Gentlemen' I heard Frank say, 'Jesus, you sure took my bishop.' At that instant I think I could've yanked his cock off.
"We must've laid there for ten, fifteen minutes in what I came to think of as lustful lethargy. Eddie with his shrinking cock still in me. Frank, damn him, never taking his face from Jan's gluey crotch, never ceasing to nuzzle and lick, pinching her ass, nibbling on it, squeezing her tits.
"And Jan-God, I think she came five times. Or maybe she just never stopped coming completely. While all the time she licked and sucked Frank's erect cock, played with his balls, and smeared around the pools of semen that lay all about.
"Meanwhile, of course, I was enjoying myself. There was a tingly, burning sensation, centered at my clitoris, that spread in warm waves over my body. Eddie's cock, while it shrank, kept its marvelous girth, even without staying hard. As far as my labia were concerned, they still had a beautiful cock stretching them wide, they just kept gnawing and pulsating.
"Then, surprisingly, I saw Monica and Don walk into the room, I hadn't even been aware that they'd left. As a matter-of-fact, I'd forgotten completely about them, so engrossed had I been in my own pleasure and in the antics of Jan and Frank.
" 'Well well well,' said Monica in that low, sultry voice of hers. 'Look at this intimate scene of tender domesticity.' Then she laughed. 'Goddamn, the whole room smells of come and fuck rut.' She looked at Eddie and me on the floor. I felt oddly embarrassed, and pulled back to let Eddie's limp dick slip out. 'Ellen, honey,' she smiled at me, 'how did you like that cock-thick and fast, huh? He really knows how to rub the old clit with that sausage.' I actually blushed.
" 'Goddamn,' she said, and I followed her gaze.
" 'Goddamn,' I heard myself echo.
"There on the couch Frank had slid out from under Jan, flipped her over on her back, and was on the point of slipping his cock, again erect and throbbing, into her gaping vulva. Jan, her arms and breasts still sticky with semen, was lying there in heavy-lidded anticipation, waiting to get fucked.
" 'Oh Jesus,' she moaned. 'Cock, cock, cock! Never in my whole life....'
" 'Just a fucking minute,' said Monica in a sweetly admonishing tone. 'Let's stick to our rule of one climax per couple.' She smiled at me. 'We like to start the evening with musical comes. Everybody gets a chance for one climax with everybody else. Then, if someone wants to play multiple orgasms or threesies, that's okay.'
" 'You mean you want your chance at Frank's big dick,' laughed Don. "Think you can handle all that meat ... to say nothing of all that cream?'
" 'Whaddaya mean, can I handle it?' she kidded back. 'I just handled yours, didn't I?' And she gave his penis a playful flip that made it swing from side to side and-was it my imagination?-made it grow an inch or two.
"I looked closely for the first time at Don's penis. At first it didn't strike me as being as big as Frank's, but then I reflected that Frank was only about five-eleven and rather slim, whereas Don was a good six-two and built a bit on the athletic side. It occurred to me that if Don's erection was proportionally as big as Frank's, it would be one hell of a cock.
" 'Of course,' Monica continued, 'I've always been a firm believer in the saying, "Big girl, big cunt; little girl, all cunt". ' With that she wiggled her small but voluptuous body.
"Don laughed. 'I have to admit,' he said, that you took everything I could offer.' He patted her pussy affectionately. 'Jeez, Eddie, I thought for a minute she was gonna try to stuff my balls in there, too.'
"Eddie chuckled in comradely fashion.
"But I-God!-I checked more closely on Don's balls ... a natural reaction, I think. And, I'll swear on a stack of Bibles, his balls-I mean, his scrotum-well, it was the size of a grapefruit.
"My hands, for example, are average size, not big, not small. I can wrap both hands lengthwise around Frank's erection, like Jan did, and leave maybe an inch left over that I can suck on. But his balls I can cradle comfortably with one hand.
"On scrutinizing Don's balls, though, I judged it would take two hands to get most of them in. They seemed disproportionately big for his penis. But on checking his cock again, I saw that the base of it was quite thick and meaty. There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wanted to see that thing hard, completely hard, and soon.
"' ... Didn't mean to run off like that,' Monica was saying, 'but I had a feeling that I might have one of my crying climaxes.' She turned to me. 'Once every three months I have a climax that simply reduces me to tears.' She smiled at Frank and Jan. 'And I didn't want anyone getting upset over one of my silly sobbing orgasms.'
" 'But Monica honey,' Jan was now completely out of her fuck-induced hangover, 'you should've 'fessed up before. I do that at least once a week, and it turns on Don so much that he fucks me three or four times almost without stopping.' She gave Don and Monica a mock-scolding look. 'Now are you gonna tell me you only had one orgasm?'
" 'Scout's honor, honey,' said Don. 'What did happen is that I got so excited I shot enough jizz in one orgasm to last me three or four.' He sauntered up to the edge of the couch where Jan was perched primly, gazed down at her fondly, and gently hefted his cock up to her lips. She sucked it in greedily, wearing, I could've sworn, a grin like the Cheshire Cat
"They all laughed hugely-those four-but Frank and I could only manage a weak smile. We weren't all that used to such light banter. Besides, my cunt felt like a steam bath, I was so hot. To say nothing of my mouth, which was dying to feel the weight of that meat in it roll it around on my tongue, squeeze it between my cheeks.
"'Just a fucking minute' I announced, rising from the floor. That brought new peals of laughter from everybody, Frank included. I reflected for a brief moment that this certainly was turning out to be a merry Christmas. 'Or should I say "just a sucking minute"? ' New laughter, squeals of mirth.
"I hip-rolled my way over to the couch-still wearing my high heels and stockings, you remember-and took Don lightly by his now semi-erect penis. 'I would like to observe the rule of one orgasm per couple, if you don't mind.'
"There were further chuckles all around. My feverish brain was aware of the 'Hallelujah Chorus' now coming in over the radio. Through the slit in one of the curtains I could see the reflection of lights on the newly fallen powder snow. I half expected to catch a fleeting glimpse of Old Saint Nick and eight tiny reindeer. It was a strangely concupiscent moment.
"Here I was, holding some man's cock in my hand, in front of four other people, one of them my husband, and listening to The Messiah and gazing out the window to see if I could catch Santa Claus. It was as though, had I been a young girl, I'd had a finger deep in my pussy at the moment the sleigh bells and reindeer hooves sounded on my rooftop and Santa's voice inquired, 'Have you been a good girl this year?'
"As these odd thoughts flitted through my head, I was consciously aware of my stroking Don's gargantuan set of balls and saying, 'I'll just have to generate a little more Christmas spirit in this stud.'
"Then Frank, sitting up now on the couch with another of his inordinately big hard ons, had to go and spoil the whole moment.
" 'Boy,' he said, 'does she ever have you in a Maroczy bind.'
"He was the only one who laughed that time. The others managed only weak smiles if anything.
"I'd like to think it was because his fucking chess jokes were starting to fall flat, but it just might have been because everyone was getting juiced up for the next round of swapping. Juiced up in more ways than one.
"Eddie had taken Jan by the hand and walked her over to the bar where they were busy pouring tumblers of champagne for all of us. It, was an almost unbelievable sight, and it must've been a bit of a trick, too.
"Yes, I'd better explain that. I said that we were all getting juiced up in more ways than one. Well, we were all getting each other's sexual juices flowing, too.
"I was stroking Don's cock and fondling his balls. He was running his warm hands over my belly and ass, stroking my breasts and thighs, generally driving me out of my already distracted mind.
"Monica had joined Frank on the couch and, with her legs spread wide apart and her full-lipped cunt gaping, was guiding his hands to places on her buttocks and inner thighs that she called her erogenous zones. I remember that the gluey glaze of semen was still thick in her vulva and over her cunt lips. And I remember thinking, 'I hope Frank has the sense to wait till she douches before he does anything.' That was odd, considering that Don's cock was still sticky with the juices of their lovemaking.
"Eddie and Jan, their hands on each other's asses, whispering and tittering like a couple of school kids, had started toward the bar, then stopped halfway there. Abruptly they stopped, bent over from the waist, and pulled the cheeks of their asses apart ... I mean, each other's asses. I mean-it was fantastic. like they were bowing to some unseen audience beyond them, or perhaps bowing to us with their ass-holes.
like some Tweedledum and Tweedledee scene out of a warped Lewis Carroll.
"Jan and Eddie, you see, were roughly the same height. Eddie was maybe an inch and a half taller". So when they bent over, their buttocks were roughly the same height and size, though Jan's were definitely more shapely and less hairy.
"Well, with one hand Eddie, pulled one of his ass cheeks out-the outside one. That is, the one on one end of the four. Four ass cheeks. ... His right hand on his right ass cheek, Jan's left hand on her left ass cheek. Clear?
"Then each of them, with his other hand, began stroking the other's ass-hole. Then, with a yelp and a sigh, they both jammed their respective fingers up each other's ass-hole. Then, laughing, squealing, awkwardly jigging and jogging, they made their way to the bar, where, with some little difficulty, Eddie uncorked champagne with his right hand while Jan held the bottle with her left, alternately moaning and giggling all the while.
"Whenever Jan had to reach for another tumbler, they both had to crabwalk around so she could reach it. Then they crab-walked back so Eddie could pour. All this, mind you, with much hooting and laughing, and a little cooing and gasping. All performed to the stately strains of 'We three kings of Orient are...' sounding over the radio.
"About halfway through their little charade, I lost interest, or perhaps I should say my interest was divided. Because Don had relaxed on the floor with a huge erection and was eyeing me with that certain look in his eyes, I lowered myself to the floor, casting a glance toward Frank on the couch to see if he might show the slightest sign of jealousy at my impending engagement with a cock as big as his, and balls even bigger.
"But his gaze was following Monica as she excused herself and skipped toward the bathroom. 'Douche time,' she called back gaily. 'Got to make room for all that gorgeous cock and a whole new load of come.'
"That was some consolation to me, at least. But I envied Monica-and Jan, too-their ability to drop all their inhibitions and just have a fucking merry time. Jesus, I felt like a goddamn nymphomaniac who'd just taken a couple ounces of powerful aphrodisiac.
"I spread Don's legs apart so I could get a good look and feel of his thighs, crotch, balls, ass-hole, perineum, the whole works. I wanted it all. Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Frank sitting on the couch, his big hard on waving in the air, smiling serenely at the proceedings.
"I felt a pang of-of what, I don't know-at realizing that he felt no jealousy. Maybe this is the way men get, I reflected, when they become successful. Their wives become almost like a piece of property that means less to them than, their new car, new hi-fi set, new game room. I began to appreciate the Women's Lib people who had fought to establish women as people rather than as man's property or chattel.
"Such thoughts, though, were short-lived. I really became fascinated with the curly, blonde, fine hairs on Don's huge scrotum, the wispy blonde hedges that ran down his perineum to his ass-hole. There was a surging to his scrotum, a rising and falling as if the huge mass inside were alive. I poked a tentative, wetted forefinger about half an inch into his anus.
'"Ooh fuck!' he gritted. The muscles in his jaw tightened, then his jaw sagged. 'You hit the spot, all right. You really found my Achilles' heel.' He smiled and reached for my tits, rolling the nipples in his hands and squeezing them.
"A warm, oily feeling went through me.
'Funny,' I said, slipping another inch of finger into his ass-hole and running my other hand along the throbbing veins in his stiff cock, 'it doesn't look like a heel.'
"I wrapped my hand gently around ... around his 'throbbing engine,' as the Victorians used to say, and as ' thought of it for the first time. And I moved the flesh, slowly up and down the pulsing muscle. I slid my wet lips over the glans, tonguing the meatus, and took his cock into my mouth as far as it would go, stretching my jaws to accommodate the immense girth. A flush of ecstasy suffused his face.
"I took my mouth from his glans, smiled into his eyes, and said, 'It doesn't feel like a heel.'
"I dandled his balls with a gentle rhythm, ran my lips and tongue along the length of muscled erection. 'It doesn't taste like a heel.' A shiny pearl of semen oozed through his meatus. His balls squirmed again in his scrotum. I felt my pussy, as if in response, give a flip-flop of its own.
" 'That's not his heel,' I heard a voice from the couch say, and I cringed to hear what would come next. 'That's his queen-side bishop.'
"I glanced over at the couch and saw Frank sitting there, grinning at me. Sitting on his cock was Monica, grinding her cunt down on him like-well, like she was trying to get his balls in, too. I envied her, because she couldn't have cared less at that moment what kind of shit Frank came out with.
"I was pissed off, though. 'Wanna eat me?' I leered at Don.
" 'God, yes.' "
" 'Back in a minute.' I walked over to Jan, sitting slack-jawed on Eddie's face, and asked her if I could use her douche bag. What the hell, I thought, I'm already using her husband.
" 'Bathroom,' she muttered. 'Hanging behind the door. Blue. Pink nozzle.'
"I zipped into the bathroom, sloshed out Eddie's load, skipped back to the living room, and with little ceremony sat on Don's face. His cock bucked and swelled.
" 'Mmmmm,' he mumbled, 'Jan's raspberry.'
"Avidly I buried my face in his pubic hair, licked the immensity of his balls, jerked lovingly on his cock, and sucked his huge glans into my mouth. I jammed two knuckles of finger into his Achilles' heel.
" 'Jesus,' he moaned, slipping his nose alongside my clit, 'what a hot cunt!'
"Sliding my eyes occasionally toward Frank and Monica on the couch, I proceeded to give
Don the most fantastic blow job I have ever given in my life. My lips and cheeks could feel every twitch of muscle and throb of vein in his dick. My hand could feel every surge in his balls.
"I watched Frank up the tempo of his fucking, his eyes glazing as he watched me blow Don. Monica's face brightened in an insane smile. 'Fuck, fuck, come!' she chanted.
"Don's ass-hole twitched around my finger. His huge scrotum tightened under my stroking. His cock began to throb insistently, then bucked. He started to growl into my cunt.
" 'Queen bishop captured,' came the shit from the couch.
"I pulled my mouth from Don's cock just as a long rope of come spurted into the air, catching my left cheek in its arc. 'God, yeah, come!' I exulted. I rocked my crotch over his nose and chin.
"Rivers of semen flooded down my hands and tits. Feeling my clit on fire, my insides settling on Don's mouth, I smiled into Frank's eyes and sang out:
" 'Check ... mate!'"
CHAPTER THREE Bride for Barter
"When I married David Parkhurst, I thought I knew the score. I was nineteen, and had a fine secretarial job with James "Jake" Diamond, regional chief of Daviss-Lermond, Inc., one of the top advertising firms in the country. Dave was twenty-eight, good-looking, easygoing, and was considered the top account executive in our branch of the business. He had a way with clients that kept our billings up near the top of the list.
"The rest of the girls in the office, especially
Lori Tanner, the office personnel manager, were green with envy when I flashed-the diamond solitaire Dave had given me and told them we were engaged. Since I was young and one of the newest employees, I found their envy almost more flattering than Dave's proposal.
"The next day, Lori managed to get me alone in the powder room and said, 'Helen, Dave's one of the nicest guys in the world, but....' Then she tried to tell me he was the kind of bachelor who played the field. Since he had already warned me he was no angel, that hardly came as a surprise.
"Since I figured she was just jealous, I brushed her off as being merely a cat. She sighed and shook her head and said, 'Well, don't say I didn't warn you. You're a nice girl and I want you to stay that way.'
"That was that. There were a few other warnings, but I brushed them off, too. After all, I told myself, why shouldn't Dave have had his fun? He was a darned attractive male animal. He liked a good time and he made the money to pay for one. Besides, hadn't he been attractive enough to attract me?
"I may have been only nineteen then, but I knew my way around. What girl doesn't, nowadays, by the time she's that age-unless she has a face like a camel and a figure to match? I hadn't exactly spread myself thin, but I'd lost my virginity three years before following a rock concert.
"Maybe it used to be, 'Sweet sixteen and never been kissed.' Today, 'Sweet sixteen and never been fucked,' is a lot closer to the truth. I hadn't exactly spread it around, but I liked a good time the way any normal, red-blooded American girl does, and I was willing to pay my dues if the going was good enough. I went on the Pill right after I popped my cherry and I've been on it ever since-yes, even since Dave and I got hitched.
"David wanted it that way. He still does. He says, 'There are too many kids in the world already nowadays. Besides, they make you old folks overnight with all the expenses and responsibilities.'
"David is the best lay of any man I ever had. And he still knows how to show a girl a good time, even if he's married to her. I'm still crazy about having that cock of his slide into my cunny, and he can drive me right up the wall and keep me there while he goes for the doubles he-likes best. The only trouble is ... well, here's what has happened to us since we got married five years ago.
"We went to New York on our honeymoon. David said, 'Why not combine business with pleasure? Besides, I want to show you off to the guys at the head office. They'll go for you in a big way....'
"How did I get a guy like David to marry me? A lot of the girls who knew him before I did have asked me that. I've wondered about it myself. He says, 'Baby, you came along at just the right time. Besides, you're the greatest. I'm never going to let you go.'
"The first time I realized my sex education had been lacking in certain necessary essentials came during the New York honeymoon. We were living it up at one of the most expensive hotels, overlooking Central Park, and having a ball. Wilder-Prentiss, one ,of David's big accounts, was paying the bills, and I didn't have a care in the world. At least I thought I didn't. It was my first trip east of Peru, Indiana, and I was goggle-eyed over the Big Town like any other yokel.
"My one complaint was that David had to spend a lot of his time away from the hotel during the days, time I wanted to spend with him, either in bed or getting around to see the sights with him. I poked around by myself at first during the days, but the city scared me while I was by myself. I tried to tell David when he got back to the hotel, the third night we were there, but he just laughed and said everything would be different tomorrow and that we had a big date coming up that evening with one of his big account chiefs, a Mr. Lindley Bevins, and his wife.
"I'd been trying to concentrate on going to bed with David and having a real good fuck when he got back-I mean, after all, that's what a honeymoon is for, isn't it?-but he said we'd have to get dressed in a hurry and that there'd be plenty of fucking time afterward.
"So I had to go along with him. Besides, David can charm the balls off a brass monkey, and I'm neither made of brass nor a monkey. I got into my ultramarine knit silk dinner gown and he got into a maroon dinner jacket with black satin facings he'd rented and brought back with him for the occasion. We looked just great.
"Evidently, the Bevinses thought so, too, from the fuss they made over us. We had drinks in our suite and then went out to a terrific restaurant with a dinner show, and there were more drinks and then we wound up in our hosts' penthouse apartment overlooking the East River.
"I was on the terrace, admiring the view and enjoying a steadying breath of relatively fresh night air when Mr. Bevins joined me. He lit me a cigarette and said, 'It was damn nice of David to bring you along, Helen. You're a real trip, honey.'
"I turned to thank him and found myself caught in his embrace, with his hands running up and down my back and his tongue beating a soft tattoo on my clenched teeth. For a couple of moments, I thought this was just a social party kiss, but what he did next showed he not only meant business, but had every intention of closing a deal right then and there.
"He plucked the cigarette from my unresisting fingers and sent it spinning out into the night over the terrace wall, with his own following. Then he got a hand down inside the Lastex top of my skirt. His busy fingers slid into my crack from behind and worked their way down past my ass-hole, not neglecting to diddle that portion of my intimate anatomy, to curl into my cunt.
"Even though I had been in the business, world only a few years, and that in a relatively unimportant capacity, I had been the subject of office passes before. In fact if I didn't get a pat on the bottom or a tit-squeeze every so often, I used to wonder if I wasn't losing my sex appeal.
"But now, as David's wife, I found myself facing a situation I couldn't brush off lightly, the way I used to brush off the office Lotharios at the water cooler or the office Christmas party. As Jake Diamond's secretary, I had all the protection I needed. If he was so inclined, he could be a lot 'nicer' to me than anyone else in the shop. And they all knew it, even if Jake never laid a finger on me.
"The problem now was that I was David's wife, and Mr. Bevins was a man who could make him or break him at will. What's more, he evidently intended to take every advantage of his position of power. He wasn't crude enough to tell me that my new husband's position, and much of his income, depended on his continuing as district account executive for the Bevins billings-but the very assurance with which he began warming me up for a fuck gave the whole thing away.
"I decided to stall him off-right then, I was so in love with David that the thought of another cock in my hole was horrifying. Not that Lindley Bevins was repulsive. He was a handsome man, obviously in tip-top condition. But he was a lot older than David or any man who had ever fucked me before. If he didn't have the traditional potbelly of the industrial magnate, he had some of the bald spot-and it turned me off.
"I let him have his way with me for a while, but then I got my mouth free of his snake-like tongue and pushed against his chest and said, 'Please, Mr. Bevins-what if your wife, or my David, should find us like this?'
"I know it was corny, but how corny I had no idea. Mr. Bevins looked at me like he couldn't believe his ears. Then he released me and took my hand and said, 'Let's go back to the rumpus room and have another drink, Helen.'
"I didn't need another drink any more than I needed another hole in my bottom, but anything was better than that clutch-and-grab session on the terrace, so I went along. He pulled a bottle of French champagne out of a silver ice bucket, unwrapped the foil and popped the cork, and poured us both brimming glasses of the bubbling liquid.
"Then he said, 'Honey, if you're worried about David or Dorothy, don't.' .
"I said, scared out of my wits, 'Why? They haven't gone out, have they?'
"He sort of chuckled at that and said, 'Not so that you would notice it. Watch, sweetie.'
"Then he pushed a button on the arm of his chair and the mirror on the wall facing us turned into something else-a plain glass window looking into a bedroom beyond it. And there, on a big low bed, naked, were my David and Mr. Bevins's wife.
"She was a lot younger than he was, and a lot better-looking. Right then, she was lying diagonally across the bed, with her rump three-quarters facing us-and David, my David, just as naked as she was, was plunging the beautiful big prick I loved in and out of her hole.
"What was more, they weren't going at it like a pair who were fucking for the first time. They were too easy-going about it, as if they knew just what was coming and were in no hurry to get there. There was no question but that they knew each other's bodies by experience. Every once in awhile, David would pull his soaked and gleaming cock almost out of her pulping pussy and diddle her clit with a forefinger while she pumped and strained her hungry pink pelvis to get him all the way back inside her. Then David would ram his prick home to the hilt, and she would explode in a wild, thrashing orgasm that made the picture of two lesbians sucking each other off, over their heads, tremble as if it would fall off the wall any second.
"David began squeezing her big full tits with both hands after a couple of these bits of teasing, and the tempo of his thrusts increased as he began coming. I couldn't watch any more, but turned to see how Lindley Bevins was taking it. He was watching me, with a smug half-smile on his face. He lifted his glass and said, 'Here's hoping we are as happy as they are.'
"I was like a girl in a trance after that. I let him undress me, and then himself, and pick me up and put me down on the wide leather-covered sofa built right into the den wall. He opened my legs and began finger-fucking me. Now usually, this turns me on and starts my juices really flowing-but not this time. I was so shocked and dazed by what I had seen through the two-way mirror that I couldn't have responded if David himself had been fucking me.
"He didn't like that. He glowered down at me and said, 'Come on, Helen baby, why should they have all the fun?'
"Then he hooked a bare arm around my left thigh, forcing my cunt up higher, and pushed the head of his prick right between my dry cunt-lips. I groaned and tried to get my pussy clear of him, because he was hurting me like I'd never been hurt before-but he kept it right there and went right on pushing it into me. I began to cry and he started cursing me, but he didn't let up. After a while he was inside me as far as he could go. This wasn't as deep as David's dick could penetrate, but Mr. Bevins's cock was a lot thicker, so it stretched my still-dry tissues till I thought they would rip.
"I kept trying to get him out of there, but my helpless jerks and wiggles only got him more excited. After a while, I finally began to flow, and after that it didn't hurt so much, so I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. I felt him squirt inside me, but I didn't feel much of anything and he must have sensed it. Anyway, he quit in disgust and walked out the den, carrying his clothes and leaving me there alone, with nothing on and nothing to look at but David and Mrs. Bevins on the bed. I didn't even know how to turn the two-way mirror back to one-way so I wouldn't have to watch.
"In a few minutes, Mr. Bevins appeared with them and the three of them lay on their sides, with David facing Mrs. Bevins and fucking her from the front while her husband, who had covered his rod with cold cream, ran it up inside her ass-hole. I had heard of this kind of thing but I never thought anyone but whores and their boyfriends did it, not normal nice people-and certainly not David.
"And I couldn't stop looking, even while I was getting my clothes on again. David knew I was watching-he had to-but he never let on. But when the three of them got through with their Las Vegas sandwich or whatever it was, Mr. Bevins looked right at me through the window-mirror and thumbed his nose at me.
"I was so horrified and degraded I burst into tears. Then I took the elevator downstairs and had the doorman get me a cab so I could go back to the hotel alone.
"David didn't get back for hours. I thought he'd ask me to forgive him, but instead, when I sat up, he hit me for the first time-a backhand slap across the cheek that made my face sting like fire and started the tears flowing again.
"He said, 'God damn you, Helen, you almost cost me the Bevins account by not putting out for Mr. Bevins. It wasn't enough I had to fuck that bag of a wife of his-I had to suck his prick, too, and I'm no bisexual male. What in hell came over you tonight. Lindley's not a bad-looking guy.'
" 'Oh, David,' I cried, 'but this is our honeymoon ! '
"He just looked down at me with disgust and said, 'I thought you knew the score. You never pretended to be a virgin and you certainly put out for me.'
"'But, David,' I gasped, 'I love you!'
"He said, 'Since when have love and fucking had more than a nodding acquaintance? Listen honey, and listen good-I got where I am, as young as I am, by using my looks and my cock where they'll do the most good. Sure, I'm a good ad man, but so are a lot of others.
" 'You want to know why I never married before? There's the reason. All these other jerks are bogged down with wives and kiddies, and they can't give the big wheels' wives what they really want without getting all messed up. Me, I can fuck whoever will do me the most good.'
"I said, not believing my ears, 'Then why did you marry me? Don't you love me at all, darling?'
" 'Of course I love you, Helen-or I thought I did till tonight. You're young, you're beautiful, you're intelligent. But that's not why I married you. I married you because you're a terrific piece of tail and I figured we'd make an unbeatable team, working both sides of the sponsor street.'
"His anger vanished. He sat down on the side of the bed and kissed me and began feeling me, up and telling me all the fun we would have, and, so help me, I began to juice, and my nipples went stiff, and there I was, helping him get his clothes off so he could get his cock into my hole quicker.
"One thing about David-he's got more stamina than a bull. Even after the evening he had spent-plus a couple of preliminary warm-up pieces with me at the hotel before the Bevinses arrived-he was stiff as a ramrod. The minute I felt his meat slide into me, I knew I would do anything he asked me to do, even if it went against everything I had been taught was right.
"We stayed in bed until noon the next day, and he was in me more of the time than he was out of me. I'll never know how many times I came. After the first half dozen, I lost count. And the tricks he showed me-I'd seen some of the illustrated sex manuals with pictures of couples in weird positions, but I never really believed ordinary people did them. We must have made twenty of them in those ten or twelve hours.
"That was when he taught me how to suck a cock, too. And I didn't object after he explained why it was something I should know how to do properly. He said, 'In the first place, a lot of the men you'll meet will prefer it that way. In the second place, if you wind up with a client who's too fat or too old or too ugly, eating meat is the best alternative to fucking. And it's the only way to get an impotent male's rocks off for him.'
"David's cock was limp at the time, so I bent over and took it in my mouth and began pulling on it. It was the first time I had tasted male sperm, and I liked its tang and flavor. I liked doing it that way even better when, after a few pulls, I could feel it grow in my mouth-until it seemed almost to choke me, and I could only hold the upper half of it there.
"I pulled it clear of my lips and said, 'What do I do now, David?"
"He laughed and ruffled my hair and showed me how to hold the crown in one hand and coddle his balls while I ran my tongue slowly along it. He told me that it is the upstroke, not the downstroke, that brings a man on, and explained the sensitivity of the raised seam along the underside of his cock. When I tasted semen for the second time, as it jetted, fresh and warm, off my tonsils, I felt as proud as if I had just landed on the moon.
"That evening, we had dinner with another big wheel and his wife. Mr. Corbin was short and fat and not half as attractive as Mr. Bevins. But this time I was prepared to do my part in the entertainment, and I actually enjoyed the challenge of giving such an odd-looking little man the kind of time he seemed to expect. I even got a kick out of the fact that Mrs. Corbin was a skinny old bag with more wrinkles on her neck than a package of prunes, and I had to fight the giggles every time I thought of poor David having to get a hard on for an old crone like that.
"When we got back to the hotel, I asked him how he'd managed it, and he slid his beautiful prick into me again and said, 'Honey, I just made believe it was you.'
"Jesus, is it any wonder I'm crazy about David?
"On the business side, our New York honeymoon was a huge success. We went back home with three new accounts for the regional office and two contract renewals in the bag. I can tell you I was proud as Punch of my part in the achievement. And David was as proud of me as if I were a brand-new Rolls-Royce.
"When we got back, there were a lot of other surprises. I had taken it for granted I'd be through working when I married, but Jake Diamond told me I was going to have my own office, with the title Account Consultant in gold letters on the door. I said, 'But, Mr. Diamond-Jake (he'd asked me to call him Jake)-I don't really know anything about advertising.'
"He just smiled at me and said, 'With David to teach you, it won't take long. In fact, I've heard some very good reports about you from New York already. Keep it up, and you'll be more than earning your salary.'
"That salary was something. They were paying me a hundred and eighty dollars a week, plus a drawing account, just to show up at the office a few times a week and make a few phone calls. David was very happy, and said, 'Now you're learning how the other half lives, sweetie-how do you like it?'
"I told him I loved it, naturally. And you know what David did? He locked the office door and screwed me right there on the desk, laying me down on my back with my legs sticking over the edge and fucking me from a standing position. It was not the most comfortable piece of tail I've ever had, but it was one of the most exciting.
"The only off-key note was struck by Lori Tanner, the personnel manager. The other girls were all congratulations, but when she got a chance to talk to me after David left to go to a meeting and report on what we'd done in New York, she came into my new office and said, 'How do you like it?'
"Everybody seemed to be asking me that question.
"I said I liked it fine, natch, and she just shook her head and sighed and said, 'You'll probably think I'm jealous, and maybe I am, a little. You know, I had my chance to go the way you're going.'
" 'David?' I couldn't believe it.
"She shook her head and said, 'No. With Jake. But I had a good idea of what was expected of me, and turned it down. I knew I couldn't do what the job demands and still look at myself in the mirror. So here I am, and here you are. I just hope you're tough enough to take it.'
"I was embarrassed by her frankness and tried to put her off by saying I didn't know what she meant, and that I had to be the luckiest girl in the world with all the wonderful things that had happened since I married David.
"She said, 'Helen, the "wonderful things" are only beginning to happen.' I asked her what she meant, but she just smiled and shook her head and told me to wait and see, that it wouldn't be long before I found out
"It wasn't, either.
"That afternoon, when Jake let David go, we didn't go back to David's apartment, where we'd done our shacking up before we got married. Instead, he drove us out to Palmetto Grove, the city's smartest suburb, where Jake lives and all the oil and real estate millionaires and like that. In fact, I thought we were going to Jake's house-I'd been there once, to deliver some work when Jake was home with the flu.
"It was a big low rambling house with a lot of lawn and landscaped hedges and trees. We drove past it, over a small rise, to a slightly smaller house nestled in a whole mass of azaleas and other sweet-smelling flowers and shaded by trees. When we pulled up, a redheaded woman was standing in the doorway. She greeted David with a kiss and a hug and then turned to me and said, 'I'm Anita Diamond. I hope you like your new home, Helen.'
"Like the house they had given us, she was exquisite. Modern as a mirowave oven and a lot more beautiful. She was a dozen years older than me, as I found out when we got to know each other better, but she didn't look a day over twenty-two. Her hazel eyes were laughing, matched by the huge yellow diamonds she wore on her fingers and at her throat and ears.
"I had seen her now and then, when she swept through the office swathed in expensive furs and custom-blended perfume. To us girls, she was a remote sort of goddess. We all knew she had worked in the office before she snagged Jake and retired, but somehow that had never seemed real-like the TV news shots of some foreign princess doing day work with retarded children, that sort of thing.
"That I, Helen Wade, only four years out of secretarial school, would be mixing socially with Anita Diamond was far out beyond my wildest dreams. But here she was, wearing her diamonds like the badges of office they were, even in the simple white pique shorts and paisley top that revealed a lot more than it concealed of her stunning figure. I wasn't even jealous when she gave David a hug and kiss that were obviously more than friendly, and he gave her bottom a practiced squeeze that made her wriggle with pleasure. I was proud and, after New York, I was emancipated sexually, ready for anything.
"Or so I thought. But there was still a lot I had to learn, as I discovered when she was showing us through our new home and David had to leave us to take a call at the Diamond's, a New York call relayed from the office, since our phones had not yet been installed.
"Then Anita plumped herself down on the huge round bed with its oyster white cover and said, 'Well, how do you like it, Helen? Jake asked me to make it nice for you and David.'
"I said, 'I hate it, Anita. I want to move everything somewhere else, but I know it's all perfect just like it is. It's too much, really.'
"Anita's hazel eyes narrowed and her face went serious without losing any of its beauty. She said, 'It may seem like too much now, but you'll earn it. Jake will see to that. He always gets value, with interest, for what he puts out.'
"I thought that sounded disloyal to our benefactor, so I didn't say anything. Anita seemed to read my thoughts. She wrinkled her pert little nose and patted the bed and said, 'While the boy's away, it might be a good idea for you and me to get to know each other better.'
"I suppose I should have sensed the real meaning beneath those innocent sounding words. After all, my sophistication had been growing by leaps and bounds since my marriage to David. But I didn't get her drift, and I don't suppose it would have made any difference if I had. After all, I was hardly in a position to refuse Anita anything.
"She didn't make any actual move at first when I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. She said, serious again, "There's just one fly in all this wonderful ointment of a life. After a while, unless you're an absolute nympho, which in your case I doubt, you get so tired of men you could scream.'
"I thought of David's cock and seemed to feel it packed tight in my tunnel, and then I thought of the other cocks it had held so happily before and after our marriage. It seemed to me I could never get tired of the magic of a male erection, especially when it was so perfectly designed to give me such great pleasure.
"I told her so. She looked doubtful and then she shrugged and said, 'Well, when you do want a change, I'll be right here.' She laid the flat of her hand on the bedspread as if she were patting it, but more gently. I was still trying to figure that one out when David came back and said, 'We've got to go back to town, Anita honey. Besides, we'll have to pack and bring all of our personal stuff out here tomorrow.'
"She stood up, said, 'Oh ... I was hoping you'd stay for dinner. Cocktails, anyway.' She brightened up then, added, 'Okay, you beautiful kids-till tomorrow. It's Saturday, remember?'
"On the way back to town, David said, 'How'd you get along with Anita?'
"I knew the question was important from the sidelong glance David shot at me. Usually, when driving, he keeps his eyes right on the road. I said, 'She's lovely-but she seemed kind of up tight.'
" 'Good girl!' he sounded pleased. 'I was wondering if you'd get that. Anita's pretty clever at keeping her feelings masked from most people. She's your first assignment.'
" 'How do you mean that?' I asked.
"'Old Jake's worried about her. She seems to have lost her zest for life. He thinks, and I agree with him, that having a new person like you around ought to help Anita get it back. Okay?'
" 'Okay,' I said, 'but I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm no psychiatrist.'
"'She's had psychiatrists by the dozen, honey. They haven't helped her. Just do whatever comes into that hot little head of yours, as long as it's friendly.'
"When have you ever seen me anything else?' I asked him.
"'Never, honey-except with Lindley Bevins.'
" 'That,' I replied, 'was out of mistaken loyalty to you, dear.'
"He laughed. Whatever else he may or may not be, David has a marvelous disposition. He enjoys everything in living and wants everyone else to share with him. I snuggled against him and slid my hand down inside his waistband and caressed his cock until its beautiful round purple tip actually peeped into sight between his shirt and the top of his slacks. Needless to say, we didn't do much packing that night except inside my body, where David packed it seven or eight times. As a result, we didn't get back to our new home with our personal effects until late Saturday afternoon....
"We discovered we hadn't missed much, except that, in another way, we had. Naturally, I had heard about the wild goings-on among the executive set over weekends in the suburbs. But, until I found myself a part of the scene, I hadn't really believed it. That a man like Jake Diamond, who never so much as touched a girl in the office unless it was in the line of business, should be a regular participant in Friday-to-Monday orgies didn't seem at all credible.
"Even though most of the girls in the shop would have gone to bed with him at the drop of a ballpoint pen-and not only because he was the boss-no breath of scandal ever touched his image. But Jake turned out to be even sexier than my David when the office was behind him.
"We went over to their house that Saturday without even taking time to unpack. It was beautifully furnished, of course, and there were two other couples present, one married, the other not. Everybody was in shorts and sipping champagne and obviously having a good time. The women were both good looking and the men, if not as handsome as Jake and David, looked lean and well conditioned for marathon jogging-or fucking-something I soon found out to be the case.
"One thing about my generation: most of the kids nowadays like to mix their hang-ups, with pot and hard stuff-and maybe even acid-right up there with sex. A few of them even go for alcohol. But, in stepping into this older crowd, I discovered there was only one real hang-up, and that was sex. Only on special occasions were cocktails or highballs offered or served. Nor was beer usually on tap.
"As Anita explained, later on in that first big weekend, 'Hard liquor numbs the senses and beer makes you logy. And here, feeling and agility are the names of the game. So we drink a little wine for stimulation.'
"There was another name of the game, too-something new in the line of fucking for each weekend. Invited couples were supposed to bring an idea for individual or group sex with them and try them out against what the host couples thought up for entertainment.
"That weekend, one of the other two pairs-Dan and Moira, I forget their last names-had a way worked out so that all eight of us could fuck simultaneously, sort of working around the clock so that everybody had everybody else at regular intervals. But Anita decided it was too mechanical after about fifteen minutes of it, so we broke up into pairs and fucked or sucked or regrouped wherever we felt like it, all over the beautiful big house.
"That was when I really learned to know Jake. He hustled me out of the pack the moment the gang-bang was over and took me to a sleeping porch at the back of the house. We were both naked, of course, like everyone else, and his cock was sticking straight outward and upward under the slight eave of his belly.
"He patted it and looked at me and said, "Care to help me work some of this off, Helen?'
"What could I have said if I'd had any objections-which, of course, I hadn't? After all, I'd fucked those company clients in New York, so I could hardly have refused my boss. Until then, Jake Diamond had been almost like a father to me, but with that prong of his jutting right out at me, I forgot that bit and thought of him as a man.
"And what a man! To begin with, he got us started on a position new to me-once he was inside my hole with his cock, he rolled us onto our sides, holding my boobs flat against his hairy chest. Then he sat us up, so that I was athwart his thighs with my hole still full of prick. We fucked that way for a few minutes and I felt his sperm leap upward into my womb and spasmed deliriously.
"Then he said, 'Now let's lean back and watch ourselves fuck.'
"I planted my arms on the bed behind me and he did the same. Our leaning away from each other caused my cunny to down-drag his pillar of joy, thus putting an up-pressure on my clit that kept me on a high plateau of pleasure as I wriggled my bottom around on that ever-rigid prick. Every few seconds, he would roll his body back and forth, and I'd have myself another come.
"But the big excitement was our ability to watch the fucking action while we actually fucked. In all the experience I'd have since, I don't know of any other position that allows the woman actually to see what's going on downstairs. Sure, a man can peer down between bellies and see, but not with as clear a field of vision, either.
"I found it fascinating. It was educational as well as exciting. Each time he pulled his big dong out a little, my labia major would pop into view like parts of a purple orchid. Then, each time he'd push his prong into my hole, they would disappear, driven inside by the piston action, only to reappear when he repeated the partial withdrawal. It was delightful to watch, and-believe me-even more delightful to feel.
"I never thought of Jake as a father-figure after that Saturday afternoon. He fucked me for a full hour without a pause. During that time, he came four times, while I lost count early in the game. I guess we might still be at it if the others hadn't come bursting in and dragged us apart. I fucked the other two men, and they were both good pieces of tail, so it was a long time before I got back to Jake, and, by then, the party was slowing down. The only house rule in effect was that nobody fucked the partner he or she came with. The whole idea was to get out of week-long routines with new partners.
"A terrific dinner was ready in the electric oven, and by then we were all starved. Nobody did any actual fucking at the table, but there was a lot of laughing and grabbing and feeling, and when he decided we had all eaten enough, we went into a big bathroom and rollicked in and around a sunken tub.
"There was one point when I found myself alone with Anita, and I asked her if she had broken up Jake and me out of jealousy toward her husband. She just laughed and tossed her beautiful hair back and said, 'Honey, you're sweet even to think of such a thing, but jealousy has no place in our little group. If it were allowed, we'd break up, and nobody wants that. We're having too much fun.'
"But there was something sad behind her smile as she spoke that made me wonder a little. And then, without warning, she pulled me close and kissed me-no sisterly kiss, but a real hot osculation, with her tongue sliding between my startled lips and her hand sliding down the curve of my belly to make feathery contact with my clit.
"I was surprised and a bit bewildered, and I guess I overreacted, stiffening and pulling my lips clear and crying, 'Why, Anita ! '
"She let me go instantly and turned away and left me there alone, staring after her and wondering. I knew about lesbians, of course, although I'd never yet had that kind of experience. I thought they were all bull dyke types, but Anita was about the most feminine female I'd met to date. So my reaction was not repulsion but surprise, in fact, thinking it over, I rather enjoyed the feel of her flesh against mine, the feel of her tongue in my mouth, the feel of her fingertips on my clit.
"But Anita read me wrong and decided I had rejected her. Actually, I was the one who made the next pass, but that came a lot later. For the time being, my hole was too full of a succession of beautiful stiff cocks even to think about any other kind of excitement. I was having too much fun fucking even to think about another woman, although I guess I loved Anita even then.
"David and I didn't get back to our lovely little honeymoon house until late Sunday night We both thought we were all fucked out, but when we got into our own bed together for the first time, I found my pussy still wet and, groping for David's dong under the top sheet, discovered it was still stiff.
"He couldn't believe it, crying, 'It can't be! But it was, and it took us about one second to get intersticed. We were tired after the weekend we'd had, so we just sort of lazed along, not trying for much, and it was simply delightful to be home in our new house with my own new husband's cock in my cunt for a change.
"It was during that lovely, lazy piece of ass that I asked him if he minded my fucking so many other men. He looked surprised and said, 'I'm terribly grateful, darling. After the way you treated Lindley Bevins in New York, I was afraid our marriage was a mistake. But you've laid all my fears to rest.'
" 'And every man in the place,' I said, and we laughed, and then he began pumping me harder until he dribbled his remaining sperm inside my womb and we rolled apart and fell asleep.
"Thus the pattern of our lives was set. We indulged in very little big fucking during the week, saving up all our energies for the weekends. Sometimes the same bodies would reappear, but mostly it was new ones. I was having a ball, sure, loving my new status, but one thing bothered me. Anita and I went into town one Thursday, mostly to shop and make a token appearance in the office, and it was while we were lunching at a smart East Side biota that I asked her about it.
" 'Anita,' I said, 'what bugs me is why men like David and Jake bother to get married. Not that I'm complaining, natch, but I can't figure it out.'
'"It took me quite a while,' she replied, munching on a breadstick. 'I mean, Jake was fucking me for months before he popped the question. As a matter-of-fact, I didn't figure it out. I finally had to ask him.'
"She paused, then said, 'There are a lot of reasons, he told me. For one thing, just using secretaries or call girls or mistresses has its problem. There's a lot of confidential business talk going on weekends, now maybe the guys bring whores along, but they're never the same ones twice. As wives, we have a share in the profits and no motives for selling information under the table to competitors.
" 'Then, too, there's the matter of status. A lot of clients and prospective clients get a lot more of a bang out of banging a colleague's wife with his knowledge than out of sharing a call girl or two. It's damned good for business, and we're part of it, a very important part. Most of the time, it's fun, too. If a prospective client is too repulsive or too Puritanical, he never gets in on it.'
"I thought it over during the rest of the meal. I knew about sex as a part of business dealings before I married David, of course, but it never occurred to me I should be playing that scene. But there it was-Anita and I were sweetening for the money pie. No matter how you sliced it, we were-well, being paid for our tails....
"Anita seemed to sense the train of my thinking, for she extended a gloved hand across the table and gripped my wrist and said, 'Honey, I'm afraid you won't dig it, but there's one privacy we've got left-and only one.'
"This time I got the message, and it was I who made the play. I said, 'I think I'd dig it, darling--with you.'
"That was enough. We had been planning to go to a matinee, but instead we went to a small hotel where they seemed to know Anita. We took a room and bath and, when we got up there, we made love. And I loved it!
"Anita was a past mistress of what I have learned to call the Sapphic arts. Just as David really taught me how to suck a man's cock, so Anita taught me how to suck a woman's cunt.
"She started it delicately, with delicious foreplay, kissing my lips, twining her tongue around mine, then slowly undressing me without ever taking her mouth from mine. It got more and more exciting, and I responded by helping her out of her smart pants suit. As always, like me, she wore nothing underneath. We're two of the lucky ones whose bodies need neither restraint or support.
"By the time we lay down on the bed, my pussy was flooded and I wanted her to start sucking it right away. But Anita made me wait while she began kissing my body all over, beginning with my lips, then sliding down over my chin, in and out of the hollow of my throat, across my upper chest and from boob to boob, nibbling each nipple until it strained to come loose from its roots-all slowly, very, very slowly.
"Then it was down over my abdomen, with her tongue leaving a broad damp trail across my navel. With her teeth, she tugged ever so gently at my thick, wiry pubic patch, at the same time working busy hands and fingers into my crotch, which was rolling and heaving by then in a lashing agony of anticipation.
Gripping the soft inner flesh of my thighs firmly but not cruelly, she put a stop to my activity and then, when I lay quivering but otherwise absolutely still, she ran her tongue slowly around my protruding clit.
"It was like the touch of heaven itself. Never have I felt anything else half as sweet-and it was but an hors d'oeuvre compared to the goodies to come. She licked my button until it sang like a Jew's harp, she ran her tongue caressingly in and out of my cunt lips before poking it into the tunnel between them.
"Then and then only, she gathered my whole cunt into her lovely wet mouth, sucking it in as if she was eating an oyster. With that, she began gripping it firmly between her teeth, pulling on it and running her jaws back and forth while I came so hard that my knees were jerking open and shut and my hands all but tearing the spread.
"It seemed to last forever, but, like all good things, it finally came to an end. She let me down gently and then, her beautiful face still half covered with saliva and my pussy juice, she whispered, 'Now you do me, darling.'
"I did my best, but it wasn't up to Anita's, natch. However, with her help, it did not take me long to become proficient in the lesbian arts, and soon I had her spasming almost as hard as I had been. I kept at it until Anita, between big O's, happened to see her wrist-watch, when she gasped, 'Finish it, darling-we've got to get home before the men do.'
"We made it just in time that night, and my body was still purring like a cat with the happiness Anita had given it. After that-rather, since then-we have managed to spend a couple of afternoons in town together, sucking each other's coozies. We don't do it at her house or mine very often, because the servants are always around during the week and the weekends we belong to the boys.
"Do I still love David? Of course, I do. What a question! How could I not love the man who introduced me to such a happy way of life, one I had never conceived of, before experiencing it, in my wildest dreams. We still fuck each other almost every week night, when he's not too tired, and if it isn't as exciting as at first, it's still Old Home Week when he slides his marvelous prick into my ever-ready cunt.
"What more could any girl want? We have every material luxury and comfort we want, and the bank accounts and the stock portfolios keep growing. I'm an important part of my husband's success, and I love playing the role
I do. After all, what is supposed to be life's biggest pleasure? Sex-everybody knows that.
"I guess, when I get my down days and wonder what I'm doing or why, it's because I'm becoming spoiled. My real worst time came late last year, when Anita took the overdose. She claimed it was an accident, and I believe her. I mean, why would she lie to me, of all people, about a thing like that?
"But the climate's not the same. She's in analysis now, and can't talk about anything but Freudian crud, complexes and the super-ego and all that. Still we do have our weekend balls and our afternoons together in town, and everything is still marvelous with all of us.
"What gets me, though, is why, every once in a while lately, when I'm in my own bathroom, I find myself staring-inside the cabinet at David's bottle of barbiturates. I mean, leading the healthy life I do, why would I need sleeping pills?
"I sleep like a top every night...."
CHAPTER FOUR Two Steps to the Right and Get on Your Back
"Seeing a play you've written performed on the stage is more, is better, than a sexual
"You sit there, huddled in a back row seat that the management has assigned you, and you die. Sweat pours down your sides, your throat is dry, you get shivers. And then, finally, the words that you've written come out of the mouths of those witless characters called actors, and the audience reacts-just like you want them to. And then everything is fine.
The shivers go away, the sweat flows free and juicy and your cock throbs. One time, I had an orgasm. Honest to God, I was that much excited.
"Of course, when you've written a bomb, you can cut all that excitement shit out. But I've been lucky. I've only had one out-and-out bomb.
"The only problem is that you can't have a new play put on the boards every night, but you can fuck just about every night. And while I prefer the thrills that I get from a new play, I've had to take second best most nights. Which means just common, ordinary old fucking.
"You'd be surprised just how easy it is for a successful playwright to find something to fuck. The broads just roll over and open up as soon as they find out who I am. Which is nice, I guess, but it doesn't provide much of a challenge.
"It's the old story: is there no one around who will love me for myself? A moot point at best.
"Of course, I did find somebody to love me, and that was way before I became the 'successful' author I'm now listed as. Amelia's her name, and we struggled along for a lot of years before both of us started to get things going.
Amelia as an actress, and me with a typewriter.
"And it seemed the more successful we got, the farther apart sexually we got. Sure, we stayed good buddies, helpmates, so to speak, but the real thrill was out of the marriage for us. I wrote plays she could do, and she did them well. And we enjoyed being in each other's company. A not altogether useless relationship.
"She didn't mind at all that I got my kicks on the side, as long as I was discreet. And on the other side of the coin, I didn't mind her picking up a protege here and there either. We understand each other.
"But you have to remember that I wasn't always as naive and nonchalant about this sex thing as I am now. There was a time when I was really excited about finding some little nookie who was willing to do the nasty little deed with me. And I even felt guilty after the fact.
"All that ended though when I walked into my apartment one day. I was supposed to be in Boston, rewriting, but the play ended up being in better shape than I'd expected, so I decided to head home for a week and then catch up with the production in Philadelphia. Besides, I had such a rotten cold I thought I was going to pass away.
"I led my dripping nose into the apartment and right off noticed a strange odor. The place smelled like sex. And since I hadn't been there for over a week, I found that strange.
"There were definite unfaithful-type noises coming from the bedroom, too. I walked to the door of the bedroom, more annoyed at the possibility that somebody was using the bed I wanted to crawl into than the distinct probability that my wife was doing something not altogether up to snuff.
"When I pushed the door open, I sort of got the shock of my life. There were three bodies in there, one of which Was my wife. And the other two looked male and exactly alike. Obviously, my wife had picked up a pair of twins.
"I knew that Amelia had a predilection for the novel, but this was stretching the point, especially since she was being used by both the boys at the same time.
"Amelia was on her hands and knees on the bed, her mouth enveloping the cock of one of the twins, while the second was standing on the floor next to the bed plowing his cock into my wife's cunt with all the fury and enthusiasm that being nineteen or twenty can induce.
If it hadn't been Amelia, it might have been very interesting to watch; but as it was, I found the whole scene rude in the extreme.
"Twin number one, who was getting his cock sucked, saw me first. The ass-hole had his hands behind his head and he was accepting Amelia's ministrations as though they were his due. I guess I made some noise at the doorway, because I momentarily attracted his attention away from that slurping mouth and he looked at me.
" 'Oh, my God,' he said, 'I think we're in trouble.' I appreciated his concern.
"Amelia took about ten more strokes from the cock behind her before she realized that something wasn't right. She glanced my way, with one cock still in her mouth and the other in her pussy.
"She finally let the cock drop out of her mouth. 'Oh, Jonathan,' she said, 'I do hope this doesn't mean a divorce. I would miss you so.' Amelia has always been the absolute soul of poise in situations that, would drive anybody else to a sanitarium. Of course, she is an actress.
"I got my composure back in hardly any time at all. 'No divorce, Amelia,' I said, 'but don't you think you're going at it a little strong?
After all, if you're using two adolescents now, what will you have to have to satisfy you when you're thirty?'
"She appreciated that. Not what I said, but my implying in the statement that she was under thirty. She had passed that mark a long time before, but she looked good enough to get by with a little lie.
"She pulled her cunt off the cock that just seconds earlier had been fucking her like crazy. It sounded like somebody had pulled a cork out of a bottle. She came up to me.
" 'Jonathan,' she said, a small rebuke evident in her tone, 'what are these boys to me? A diversion. That's all. Just a diversion. I couldn't even tell you their names.' She tried to kiss me, but I backed away. I had no desire to be a cocksucker, even by proxy.
"The twins were obviously very nervous. And the hard ons that they'd been sporting so proudly had long since disappeared. I glanced at them. 'What are your names?' I asked.
" 'Bill,' the one on the bed said. His voice cracked. He was scared.
" 'Gill,' the other one said. Bill and Gill. That was cute.
" 'Well, you two kids finish up diverting my wife. I'm going to take a twenty-minute walk, and when I get back I want her satisfied and you two gone. You understand me?'
"In unison they answered, 'Yes, sir,' which I took as an insult-the use of the word 'sir,' that is; I wasn't that old-but Amelia explained that they were in the navy. I stomped out into the cold New York streets and headed for the nearest bar. Actually, I gave them a half hour.
"When I got back, the apartment, except for Amelia, was empty. In my absence she had sprayed some sort of lilac-scented room deodorizer over everything. I preferred the sex smell.
"We were very adult about the whole thing, to the point of being ridiculous. I explained that I couldn't possibly be angry at her, since I was guilty of a few indiscretions myself. She told me she was aware of my indiscretions, but they didn't make her angry either.
"We then further agreed that we had a nice life together, and that we weren't going to let a couple of side-fucks ruin what we had. We shook hands, and then, after I smelled Amelia's breath, we kissed to seal our new pact.
"Actually, now that I had free license to fuck anybody wherever and whenever I wanted to, some of the thrill went out of it. I guess I almost enjoyed the sneaking around as much as the actual fuck. But at least I no longer had to contend with guilt feelings.
"However, there was this hot little miss, an assistant to the publicity man on the paly I had coming into New York, who had been intriguing me for weeks. Her name was Doris, which is sort of a turn-off, but her name was the only thing I could find against her. Of course, she was ambitious in the extreme and had notions about getting into the theatre; but who doesn't? I decided, after walking in on Amelia's little session, that I could try for Doris, despite her being fairly close to home. It no longer mattered if Ameila found out.
"Doris had been cock-teasing me for the whole time she'd been involved in the production. She'd even do things like arrange to have rooms next to mine when we were on the road. Now it was time for her to put out.
"I headed for Philadelphia the following week, and for the first couple of days, I was too busy working to get the play in shape for opening to find any time to hunt for Doris. But by opening night, things were in grand shape.
"I was sitting in my customary seat in the back row when the curtain opened for the first time in front of a Philadelphia audience. And I had invited Doris to join me. Right next to me, as a matter-of-fact.
"Philadelphia audiences don't react to anything, so there wasn't much reason for me to have an orgasm when the play started. Besides, I'd decided to save that for Doris. And I wanted it to be freaky. I don't know why; I just did.
"About halfway through the first act, I let my hand wander over to Doris' arm. Before that I hadn't said a word to her, or even looked at her.
"She returned pressure with her arm. 'I think it's good,' I said, nodding to the stage.
" 'Oh, yes, Jonathan,' she gushed. 'It's terrific'
"Now I will be very honest with you. I seldom find much to attract me in young ladies who say, 'Terrific!' but Doris was an exception. She was the personification of a type of person who operates on the fringes of the theatre, never quite making it, but never quite totally out of it. That type of person says, 'Terrific!' Doris said it, and for that offense I was going to fuck the hell out of her.
"I let my hand wander a little more freely. Up her arm, over, down to her tits. She had a nice set. Nothing to write home to Amelia about, but good enough.
"She gasped when my hand hit her left breast. I thought for a second that the pseudo-virgin was going to protest, but she didn't. I could hear her mind working, devious little twat that she was:
"She made up her mind to go for broke in no time at all, because she raised her own hand and pressed mine more firmly against her tit. Now we were getting somewhere.
"I should mention here that there was nobody in our immediate vicinity, but don't take that as a comment on my play. I'd never had a full house in Philadelphia.
"The closest person was an old lady three seats over in the row in front of us.
"From Doris' left tit, my hand drifted down her belly. With every movement on my part, Doris uttered small squeals of appreciation. Hell, I hadn't done anything yet, and she was mine to command. At least that's the impression Doris was trying to convey. But she wasn't much of an actress.
"Okay, if that's the game she wanted to play, I'd see how far she'd go. I got my hand down to her skirt and under it. Up her thigh, which was'really nice and soft, and even farther up. When my fingers finally touched her cunt, after pushing aside her pants, she let out a genuine grunt of happiness. So loud, in fact, that the little old lady who was sitting closest to us turned around and clucked angrily.
"By the time the old dame in front of us had turned back to the stage, I had two fingers firmly jammed into Doris' pussy. I started, slowly, to finger-fuck her. Doris didn't have to act now. She juiced up nice and fast.
"For a little girl, Doris had sort of a wide cunt. I found that I damned near could get my whole fist up there. And you have to remember that I was working at an awkward angle.
"After I'd fist-fucked her for a while, she couldn't hold herself back anymore. She leaned over and planted her lips on my mouth, and at the same time started pawing at my lap in search of my prick. She found both my mouth and my prick with very little trouble. She seemed to be familiar with their general location.
"Actually, despite all the derogatory things I've said about Doris, she was well worth the effort I was putting out for her. Her fingers were soft and insistent. Nice.
"She got my fly open and my cock out She was giving me a damned fine hand job. But I wasn't after a hand job. I was more interested in seeing just how far, in this setting, Doris was prepared to go.
"By scooting around, I managed to keep working my hand in her pussy and with the other hand I got behind her head and started to pull her mouth towards my lap. She held back for a few seconds but when I started working harder on her cunt, her opposition seemed to dissolve.
"Slowly, ever so slowly, her mouth moved closer to my prick. And finally, I felt her warm breath on it.
"I know I've sounded very nonchalant about this whole thing, but when I felt that warmth and realized how freaky this scene was that I was instigating, I really got excited. I wanted everything from Doris-her mouth, her cunt, her hands. And I wanted them right there, in the back row of that theatre.
"Her mouth circled the head of my cock, and it nearly pushed me into coming. That's how excited I was by that point. Doris was aware enough to know what was happening and she backed off for just a few seconds, and then with a slight urge from me, her mouth went back.
"She took in my whole cock, which isn't the smallest one in the world, which should give you the idea that Doris wasn't exactly a neophyte when it came to sucking cock.
" 'Suck it, baby," I said. My voice was deep and harsh. Almost hoarse. But that was from excitement.
"With her free hand, Doris began massaging my balls while she sucked me. Fantastic. Really fantastic. And I watched as her head bobbed up and down, taking the full length of my cock, and then releasing it, teasing the cock-head with her tongue.
"This suck job was great, but I wanted everything, like I said. I'd decided that I was going to fuck Doris. Right there. Right in the back row of the theatre, not more than seven feet from a Philadelphia matron. If I got caught, I'd be ruined. But what the hell.
"I pulled Doris over closer to me, so that she was too close to suck on my cock anymore. When she came up for breath she was gasping.
" 'Oh, my God, what are we doing?' she said. She was genuinely shocked. I think.
"I didn't answer her, I just pulled her even closer.
" 'What are you doing, Jonathan?' she asked. She sounded just a little frightened.
" 'I'm going to fuck you' I said in a whisper, but not quiet enough for the old lady in front of us.
" 'Will you two please be quiet?' she said, again clucking angrily.
"I waited until she'd turned back and then I pulled Doris out of her own seat and on to my lap. I felt my cock rub against the material of her pants.
'"Push them over' I said. 'I want to fuck that cunt'
"When she didn't do what I wanted, and seemed ready to start arguing and to pull away from me, I reached up her skirt and pushed the pants aside myself.
"I now had the poor girl straddling me, or at least my legs. And believe me, it was damned difficult in those ridiculously small theatre seats.
"As soon as I started working again on her pussy with my hand, Doris got more cooperative. All she did was mention something about what we were doing being terrible, but then got into the real spirit of the fuck.
"I pulled her closer and let the head of my prick rub up against her naked pussy. She was sloppy wet by this time and more than ready for a good fucking.
"I boosted her up a little and she reached down and aimed my cock. Then she settled down on my lap. The sigh she let out could probably have been heard for four blocks, or at least through the whole theatre, except for the laugh that was coming from the audience just at that second. It was almost as though I had written the laugh line for just this reason.
"Doris's cunt might have been wide when I was finger-fucking her, but she had this amazing ability of making that hole small. And when my cock slid into her, the warmth and tightness of her pussy really grabbed me.
"In the position we had, Doris necessarily had to do the work. I could barely move. And work she did.
"She fucked herself brilliantly on my prick. Up and down. Up and down. Squeezing it, milking it. Christ, it was glorious.
"And while she was milking the come out of me, Doris managed to get off two orgasms of her own. So it wasn't a waste of time for her.
"The whole thing felt so good, and was such a turn-on, that I didn't want it to end. But Doris was too good a fucker for it to last forever. My prick was too excited not to explode.
"And explode it did. In one of the best comes I've ever had. It seemed to go on for an hour. Spurt after spurt of juice cascaded into Doris's willing pussy.
"Luckily, I came when I did, because I had just managed to get Doris off my cock and off my lap-now she didn't want to leave-when the curtain closed and the lights went up. End of the first act.
"The old lady got up to head, I guess, for the ladies' room. She took a detour and walked up to me. 'I don't know why you're here,' she said with a definite snap in her voice. 'You're obviously not a theatre-lover.'
"That's what she thinks!"
"I will admit that during the next two years, I got freakier and freakier in my desires. And so, I was aware, did Amelia, but that's beside the point.
"I also discovered that while I was fucking more, I was enjoying it less. I was constantly in need of new kicks. And at times I actually got angry at the fact that sexual conquests were so easy. All I had to do was mention my name and any cunt in the world was mine. Well, almost any.
"And during those same two years, my face had become so well known from appearances on those asinine talk shows that even if I didn't give my name, I was still recognized. It was one of the less appealing aspects of fame.
"And then something happened that gave my sex life, or rather my appreciation of sex, a shot in the arm. And the sexuality involved has somehow managed to intrigue me for a considerable period of time. I hope it lasts. I haven't the slightest idea in the world what I'd go into next.
"The catalyst was again another unannounced and unexpected visit home, when I was supposed to be somewhere else. Amelia always manages to come up with the most interesting surprises.
"Again I walked in the door, and again I was overcome with the smell of sex. I must admit that my olfactory sense is highly developed, but believe me, despite that, anyone could have caught the odor. It was that all-pervading.
"I was, of course, supposed to be attending a culture conference c-haired by no less a figure than our august leader, the President. But when I got to Washington I discovered that my name had not been listed on the program as one of the main attractions. And since I was doing this absolutely free-it even coat me money to attend-I came to the conclusion that since I was not important to them, they were of absolutely no importance to me. So I came home.
"Hell hath no fury like an insulted writer.
"As I Was saying, I walked into the apartment and realized immediately that Amelia was up to no good. I will explain here that Amelia's tastes had gone from young boys to, of late, even younger boys. She had even suggested we attempt to adopt some fetching youngster for her to use as a playmate, but I refused to put any child through that.
"But apparently, Amelia's tastes had changed, because when I walked into the bedroom I saw in an instant that this was no baby Amelia was playing with.
"In fact, he was the farthest thing from a baby I'd ever seen.
"The man stood at least six foot six, and he was the most muscularly developed cretin I'd ever seen. He was also shiny black-ebony, Amelia referred to it as that-and he had a prick that dragged on the floor when he was standing.
"Of course, that's an exaggeration, but not much of one.
"As I walked in, this particular gentleman was in the midst of fucking my wife with such abandon that I couldn't do anything else but stand there and watch in admiration. In fact, I don't know how Amelia, with all her experience, was able to take it.
"He was, literally, like an animal. He was totally preoccupied with what he was doing and nothing, I'm sure, would have distracted him. I know that my presence didn't.
"He was lying full length on Amelia, squashing her with his weight. I could tell by her actions that she was both uncomfortable from his weight and completely turned on by the way she was being used. And that's the only way their fucking can be described. He was using her cunt. There was nothing human in their encounter.
"Amelia was alternately groaning from pain and discomfort and groaning from pleasure. To this day I don't know which prevailed.
"I was struck by the incredible length of the man's cock. And I didn't even see all of it, but only the part he'd pull out of Amelia's cunt before jamming it back into her with another stroke. The whole thing was brutal.
"Finally, I walked out of the room. I couldn't take any more, and I halfway believed that I would never see Amelia alive again. I was sure he'd rip her apart.
"But in a few minutes-more like thirty-out she walked. I had poured myself a drink and was reading a book by the fireplace.
" 'Hello, darling,' Amelia said. 'I thought I heard you.'
"I got up and kissed her on the cheek, although she offered me her mouth. But I have an aversion to coming into contact with a sex-streaked mouth.
"'Where did you find him?' I asked after I had explained why I was home.
" 'He's an actor,' she said. 'I met him at an audition. Unfortunately he has all the talent of a tree stump-for acting-but isn't he an amazing physical specimen? I grabbed him before anybody else could get their hooks into him.'
" 'What's happening with the gorilla now?' I asked. I always got a little touchy when Amelia started talking about her conquests.
" "The poor lamb is sleeping,' she said. 'He always naps after we make love . ... '
" 'That was not making love,' I said. 'You were fucked.'
'"Yes, darling,' Amelia said, 'and frankly, I'm getting just a bit satiated with his approach to the bedroom romp. I mean he nearly kills me every time we're together. And there's no affection whatsoever. Not even feigned.'
"Amelia went on to explain that suddenly, after many years, she was interested now in finding affection. I told her that I was not capable of giving her more than I had been for the last years, so if she was truly interested in 'cuddling,' as she put it, she'd have to come up with her own partners.
" 'But whatever in the world am I going to do with Bradley?' she asked. She nodded towards the bedroom. 'I'm afraid he's gotten used to the kind of life I've been showing him. Moneyed, that is. I may have trouble getting rid of him.'
"I still loved Amelia enough to help her out of her problem, and besides, I had the beginning of a plan in which I could use Bradley's talents. I decided that, if he was interested, I'd hire him as my driver-bodyguard. In New York, you know, bodyguards often come in handy. And I could certainly afford to pay him a good salary.
"I didn't mention anything to Amelia, but I felt that Bradley, after accepting my offer, was just as anxious to get out of Amelia's clutches as she was to find somebody new.
"I told him to meet me at my office the next afternoon at three, and I added that he should be ready to fuck. He looked at me strangely. 'No, not me,' I said and laughed. I honestly think that even that arrangement wouldn't have turned him off.
"The fucking that I mentioned involved a dreadful little girl I had been involved with for about a month. When we first started seeing each other, she was as sweet and as nice as a southern belle. But as we got 'friendlier' she got bitchier and seemed to think that our occasional fucks entitled her to more and more demands on my time and influence. She, of course, wanted to be the next Helen Hayes. Good luck.
"By the way, I think Helen Hayes is a simpering creep of an actress.
"My plan involved 'getting' her, if you know what I mean, and getting her out of my life. And also, the thought of seeing Bradley brutally fuck some unsuspecting young harpy turned me on to a considerable degree.
"The aforementioned young lady's name was Monica-how show-bizzy can you get?-and she and I were scheduled to get together the next afternoon at three-fifteen. The purpose of our get-together, according to her, was to buy 'something nice for a deserving person.' Her. But, my God, did I have a surprise for her.
"I must tell you here that my office was more than that. It was a home away from home; a retreat. It actually was an apartment that I wrote off as an office. But occasionally I did use it for business reasons.
"Bradley arrived right on time and I could tell he was anxious to earn his salary. I had told him my plan the afternoon before.
"Monica, of course, was late. But I expected that, and when she came in I was so pleasant, despite her lateness, that I almost made myself vomit.
"She was all set for a shopping spree, with herself as the recipient, but I insisted that I needed some persuasion first.
" 'And what does Daddy want in the way of persuasion?' Monica cooed. She thought she was sexy when she got coy, but all she managed to do was sound like a cross between Shirley Temple-in her heyday-and My Friend Flicka. Besides, Monica's more and more frequent use of the term 'Daddy' was not one of my favorites.
"But this time I went along with her little scene. 'Why doesn't Monica go into the bedroom and maybe she can get an idea what I'd like,' I said, sounding just as ridiculous as she did.
"Thickheaded as she was, she skipped into the bedroom, took off all her clothes and got on the bed. When I walked in she was ready for me. 'Is this what Daddy wants?' she lisped.
"I mentally cringed, but managed not to show my distaste. 'Not exactly,' I said. 'I think I'd like to add a new twist.'
"I walked up to the bed and pulled the thin velvet ropes I'd had attached to the four corners of the bed up to her. She smiled. 'Oh my,' she said, 'Daddy wants Monica to be his helpless victim. His slave.'
" 'Right, kiddo,' I said, and started to tie the four ropes to her, one on each arm and each leg. I tied them tight. This broad wasn't going to get off that bed until I allowed her to.
"When she was all secured, I walked to the door that led to the second bedroom. 'Hey, Bradley,' I called. 'You ready?'
"Bradley didn't answer. He simply made an appearance in the doorway. I stepped aside and let Monica see what was going to be riding that pussy of hers.
"Her eyes got as wide as the proverbial saucers.
"'Jonathan,' she shrieked. 'What are you thinking? My God, let me up.' And she went on and on. But I didn't give a damn. I could have exploded a bomb in the place without anybody on the outside hearing it.
"I must admit that Bradley was an awesome sight. He looked even larger standing up there in the doorway than he had looked when I saw him fucking Amelia. And for the first time I got a look at his complete cock. My God, I didn't know how Amelia had been able to take
"The cockhead was as large as a small orange and the stem looked like a stretch of thick, black hose.
"I walked over to the bed and stood over Monica. 'Daddy wants you to have the fuck of your life,' I said, mimicking her tone of voice. 'And if Monica enjoys herself while she's getting fucked, Daddy will buy her something very nice.'
"Monica was screaming by this time and trying her damnedest to get out of the ropes, but with no success. And her reaction was having the effect of making me, and Bradley, even more excited. Bradley's cock started to climb a little. Jesus, what a prick he had.
"I walked to the far side of the room. 'Okay,'
I said to my new driver-bodyguard, 'fuck her.'
"I'll say this. There wasn't the least hesitation on his part, despite the fact that he knew that what he was getting involved in was technically rape. And if the fact didn't bother him, it sure as hell didn't bother me.
"He got between her outstretched legs and almost immediately tried to ram his cock up into her. But she was dry, and all he accomplished was hurting himself slightly and nearly killing her.
"He pulled out and spat in his hand. He rubbed the spit over his cock and tried again. Monica was fighting him like the tiger I knew her to be, but she was losing.
"She tried one more ploy before she got that prick jammed up into her guts. 'If you let me go,' she pleaded, 'I'll leave you entirely alone. I'll never call and you'll never have to see me again. Please, Jonathan, let me up.'
"I'll admit that the offer was tempting, but I didn't really believe her. She'd never let me alone. I knew that. Unless she knew that every time she bothered me, she'd have to face Bradley first.
" 'Fuck her,' I repeated, and Bradley immediately pressed the gigantic head of his cock up against Monica's dry pussy and shoved.
"My God, you should have heard the scream that little girl let loose! If she could do it on the stage, on cue, she'd have her fortune made.
"Seeing Bradley fuck into her, pull out, and immediately shove into her again, never hesitating or relenting, was very exciting stuff to watch. My cock got hard in seconds and was throbbing in my pants. To the point where I had to pull it out and work on it with my hand.
"But I had only jacked myself a couple of times when I thought of Monica's unused mouth. She had sucked me off before; why not now? Bradley obviously was interested in the lower hole, so I wouldn't be getting in his way.
"I moved to the bed and lowered myself so that my cock was almost up against Monica's mouth. She was too filled with cock to be doing more than writhing on the bed; from pleasure or pain at this point, I don't know.
"I got a little more insistent and stuck my hard cock right up against her mouth. That's when she opened her eyes and looked at me. They were fairly full of hate. 'I'll kill you,' she said, and then Bradley threw another stroke at her and she forgot the threat and started to moan again.
"She seemed hesitant to take my cock in her mouth, so to encourage her a little, I grabbed hold of her ears and pulled her face up closer to my cock. I pinched-her ears until she opened her mouth.
"A second later it was my turn to howl. The bitch had bit me. Right on the knob of my cock. Christ, did that hurt!
"I hopped around the floor for a while, holding on to myself until the pain subsided, and then I headed back to the bed. By grabbing hold of Monica's hair, I managed to get her attention. 'Just stop for a second,' I told Bradley and for the first time since he had started the fuck, his ass and cock stopped moving.
" 'You're going to suck my cock,' I said to Monica. 'And you're going to swallow my come. You understand that?'
"Monica shook her head violently. She didn't want to suck my cock. At least that was how I interpreted her attitude.
" 'You're going to suck it,' I repeated, "because if you don't, I'm going to suggest that Bradley take that big cock of his out, and instead of jamming it into your cunt, he's going to put it right up your ass. And I'm not kidding.'
"If I had thought Monica's eyes got wide when she first saw Bradley, it was nothing compared to the pure terror that filled those light blue orbs then. She was scared, and she knew I was serious.
" 'So open your mouth and suck,' I said, and sure as hell, Monica opened her mouth and sucked. In fact, she gave me a damned good head job.
"I shot my load down her throat way before Bradley was finished. That guy sure did have staying power. In fact, I'd never seen a fuck session that even came close to the one he was putting on for my benefit.
"Eventually, Monica got to the point of begging Bradley to finish. I let her beg for a while, and then I nodded to Bradley. 'Finish up with her,' I told him, and zounds, he started to pump into her so fast that I couldn't even see what was happening. I think the only way Monica withstood the onslaught was that she thought that it was soon going to be over.
"And finally it was over. Bradley lunged against her one more time, and then started to fuck her with short, sharp strokes. He was shooting.
"As soon as he was finished, he pulled out and, according to my instructions, left the room, closing the door behind him. I was left with Monica.
" 'I'm going right to the police,' she said.
'I'll have you put in jail for the rest of your life. Or better, in a crazy house.'
"I laughed at her. 'How are you going to convince anybody you were raped?' I said. 'Everybody in town knows you've been putting out for me these last three weeks. And I'll deny anything else you say. Nobody takes the word of a slut.'
"My argument seemed to hit home. She knew she couldn't do anything. And then I added an officious remark about the inadvisability of substituting sex for ability. 'If you want to be an actress, study that art for a change,' I said. Then I untied her.
"I didn't know what her reaction would be, but she ended up being very docile. She rubbed her wrists and ankles and then asked if she could go to the bathroom. I allowed that, of course.
"When she came back into the bedroom, she started to get dressed without saying a word. The vision passed through my mind of her going home, writing a note, and then slitting her wrists. But I knew she wouldn't. Those types never do. She would find some other poor sucker to take advantage of.
"I never heard from her directly again.
"During the next six months or so-up to now-I've used Bradley in his special capacity seven times. And each time it worked: I got rid of the girl I wanted to get rid of.
"In fact, one time I even used him on this character who must have thought I was queer or something. He was after work and always seemed to be around, actually at one point rubbing his ass up against my cock at a party. I turned him on to Bradley.
"After riding for an hour with Bradley's cock up his ass, the kid left for Hollywood. From what I hear, with his newly bowed legs, he's a great cowboy."
CHAPTER FIVE Topless Wonders
"I had come to Los Angeles for three days on business; it was my first visit to the city, and I didn't know where anything was. It's not like New York or most cities where everything centers on one area. L.A. is a bunch of different towns all thrown together, and if you don't know the town, you don't find anything. I got through my business in the daytime okay, but what do you do with the long night ahead? I figured Hollywood was probably the scene of the action, so that's where I headed; only
I never got there. Distractions got to me.
"I passed a bar with a big sign out front that said: Topless Waitresses. Well, why not, I told myself. I stopped the cab and went in. I decided that even if I couldn't touch, it would sure be nice to look. I'm a sucker for big boobs, anyway. I'm always running into people or almost breaking my neck whenever I see a babe with big boobs. And with the bras they make nowadays, it's like they had nothing at all under their sweaters or blouses. I start to get a hard on every time I see big boobs. Just thinking about how nice it would be to get a mouthful of one of those tits does things to my prick.
"Anyway, I went into this bar, which was so dark I could hardly see anything at all, let alone the topless waitresses. I managed to stumble around till I found an empty table, and the next thing I knew, this big pair of naked boobs was staring me in the face. 'I'm sorry, sir, but tables are reserved for couples. You'll have to sit at the bar.'
" 'Will you serve me at the bar?" I asked.
" "The bartender will take care of you, sir,' she answered, not at all warm and pleasant as her boobs might have led one to believe.
"Well, shit Who wants to be taken care of by a bartender when there's boobs like that around? 'How about if I buy two drinks at a time?' I suggested.
" 'Sorry, sir,' she replied. 'That's our policy.'
"I gave up and started for the bar to be taken care of by the bartender, when I noticed another guy sitting alone at a table, and another waitress giving him the same line. Her boobs weren't quite as outstanding as the ones on my waitress, but they were pretty big all the same, and her nipples looked like they were just begging you to take them in your mouth. Anyway, I went over and suggested to the guy sitting there that we share the table so we could get served by the waitresses. He was all for it; he had no more desire to be taken care of by the bartender than I had. This waitress was a little friendlier than the other one, too. She hesitated, but then laughed-a pretty, musical kind of laugh that gave me a warm feeling in my groin.
'"What'll it be, gentlemen?' she asked.
" 'You in a nice warm bed,' I started to say, but I decided I'd better play it a little cool. Let's not come on too strong too fast, I told myself. So we ordered our drinks. Roger, my table-sharing partner, turned out to be a pretty decent guy. He was out for the same thing I was: some pussy. And boobs turned him on as much as they did me. I told him my name was Ed, and explained that I was just in town for a couple of days on business-but I was trying to find my way around at night.
"Roger was a native of L.A.; lived here all his life, so he knew the town pretty well. I didn't know at the time how rare that was-a native. Since then, I've learned that nearly everyone out there is from someplace else.
"Our waitress gave her name as Nancy, and she seemed like a nice girl-not a whore like you might expect to find in a place like that. All she was wearing were high heels and a pair of skintight panties made out of some gold stuff that didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I was just admiring her, and checking out the other waitresses-all of them were well endowed in the boob department-and I noticed the place was pretty well filled with men. That figured; there were a few women here and there, but always with some guy; not even any singles at the bar. I was just beginning to relax-all but my prick, that is. It wasn't exactly hard, but the way it was jumping and tingling, it let me know that it wouldn't take much to get it there. As I say, I was just starting to relax, when all of a sudden, a film comes on the screen on the back wall. I hadn't paid much attention to it before, and then I remembered that the sign out front had said something about films.
"And what a film! I hadn't seen anything like that since the old stag parties my lodge used to give back where I came from. Wow! First a sexy-looking naked babe lying on a bed, rubbing her tits and sticking her finger up her cunt. I found myself beginning to sweat. Then this guy comes in and takes his clothes off, and she starts giving him a blow job, while he gets down and spreads her legs apart and shows the camera what a juicy-looking pussy she's got, and then he starts to eat it. I've never done much pussy-eating; oh, a little now and then, but that's not really my bag. If I'm going to suck on anything, it's going to be a nice juicy pair of succulent tits. But I don't mind if a babe wants to suck my cock; well, actually, I don't really dig it, but whatever she digs is okay with me as long as it feels good-and as long as I can chew on her boobs.
"Anyway, that film goes on and on, with the babe eating hell out of the dude's cock. I got to thinking how much I'd like to suck on her titties. And then, all of a sudden, there's another girl on the scene. She had a nice, juicy pair of boobs, too. Anyway, next thing you know, the guy is sucking on the new girl's pussy-and he spreads her legs so you can get a good look at it. It's a lot darker than the first girl's, and she has a lot more hair around it. I could see where they got the term 'muff-diving.'
"The second girl got down and started sucking away on the first girl's pussy, so they made a nice little daisy chain. The guy finally quit his pussy-sucking and started working on all four of those luscious-looking boobs. He had kind of a frantic look on his face, and I knew just how he felt. like a kid in a candy shop, he didn't know which one of those delicious-looking titties to suck on first. He was wearing himself out going from one to another, and both his hands were busy on what he wasn't sucking.
"It was just at that point that Nancy came by, stuck her boobs in my face, and said, 'Would you care for a refill?' Man! It took all my willpower to keep from grabbing one of those beauties and popping it into my mouth. Roger saw how I felt, and he kind of laughed and said, 'Steady, boy.'
"I started to tell Nancy, no, that I still had half a glass, but I looked down at it and saw that it was empty. I must have been guzzling it down to quiet my nerves, and no wonder. My dick was standing up hard as a rock at that point. And those tits bobbing in my face didn't help my nerves in the slightest. I finally ordered a refill, and I watched some more of the film while Waiting. The stud was fucking one of the girls, and the camera kept coming in for close-ups on her cunt; it kept getting wetter and juicier as the guy's prick tore it up.
"I was sweating profusely when Nancy returned with our drinks. 'How do you take all this?' I asked her. 'I'd think you'd be a nervous wreck after working here all night.'
"She laughed, I guess understanding my predicament. 'Oh,' she told me, 'after you've seen twenty or thirty of these films a dozen or so times, they don't phase you in the least. They might as well be showing children's cartoons for all the effect it has on you.'
"I found this hard to believe at the time; I couldn't believe I could ever get casual about such things. Not the way I felt right then. Man, that film and those naked boobs had me so hot I was ready to throw her down on the table and fuck her right there. 'What time do you get off work?' I continued.
'"Not till after two' she said. Then she added, 'But we're not allowed to date our patrons.'
"'Why notr
" 'Well....' She hesitated. 'I guess they're afraid we might start making a habit of it, and . . '
"'And what? I don't see anything wrong with that'
"She smiled at my innocence. 'Well, I think they're afraid we might be accused of prostitution or something, and that might get the whole place in trouble.'
" 'Oh' I said, not really convinced. It seemed kind of dumb to me. 'You mean we can look but not touch?'
" 'Yes,' she smiled sympathetically, 'I guess that's about it'
" 'Can I at least buy you a drink?'
" 'No. I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to drink on the job, either.'
"I thought that over for a while. The film finally had ended with the girl having what looked like an orgasm, and the guy pulled his cock out and shot his juice all over her belly. A very unsatisfactory way to come; I know, I've tried it a few times, and it's like building up to a big bang and instead ending with a little pop. So pretty soon Roger and I got to discussing the whole scene. 'You can make out a lot better in a place where the waitresses have all their clothes on' I decided.
" 'That's because the authorities don't really like these places; they tolerate them, but they're always ready .to step in and close them down at the least infraction. It's all tied in with the guilt most people feel. Intellectually, they agree that such places are okay; emotionally, they get stimulated by them; but then their consciences come in and tell them that it's sinful to enjoy such things. It's kind of indicative of the fucked-up psyches of most Americans' Roger told me.
"But, as the evening wore on, I got more and more interested in Nancy-not just in her boobs, which is what attracted me from the start, nor even in just getting a piece of ass-though I was certainly interested in that! She seemed like a bright girl, and she had a nice warm personality, which I liked. My teen-age nephew would probably describe the situation by saying that 'the vibes were right.' Roger kept watching one of the other girls, and every chance he got, he'd engage her in conversation.
"By one o'clock, we'd had quite a bit to drink-not enough to make either of us staggering drunk, but, as we used to say when I was younger, 'we were feeling no pain.' And we'd also decided to see how it would turn out if we just happened to be waiting outside when the two girls came out after closing time. We had already gotten it out of both of them that no one special would be waiting for them. No one but us, that is. We had no idea whether they'd accept a ride home or not, but it was worth a try. The fact that Roger had a car with him helped a great deal.
"While we were nursing our last drink and waiting for closing times-in between films, that is-Roger started talking about what a ridiculous society we live in. Maybe it was the liquor, but it made sense to me. 'It's illegal to drive after you've had a drink,' he said, 'but did you ever notice that almost every bar has a parking lot.'
"And he went on, 'People are so afraid that sex books and magazines with intimate pictures-pictures of people making out-are going to fall into the hands of children. So they figure the only way to prevent it is to ban all erotic materials altogether. Make it all illegal. That makes just as much sense as saying that because we don't want liquor to fall into the hands of children, we should go back to prohibition. The stupid thing is that prohibition or making a thing illegal makes it more-likely to fall into the hands of kids-and without parental control. When I was a kid, I used to run across all kinds of sex books; my young friends would sneak them to me, and I'd pass them on to other kids. It's like marijuana. It was legal when I was a kid-and I never saw any of it; hardly even heard about it. Now that it's illegal, every kid on my block can get it.
" 'People's thinking is all ass-backwards. They think that illegalizing a thing will keep it under control, but just the opposite is true. As soon as you make it illegal, you have no control over it at all. It's only by making it legal that you can control it.'
"Roger went on and on that way, and it got a little boring after a while, but it helped to pass the time. Closing time came at last, and we drained our glasses and went outside to wait. All the other people took off right away, but we stayed around. Several of the girls left, and then finally Nancy came out along with the girl Roger had sized up. We offered them a ride home, and they said, 'No.' They were going to take a cab. However, Roger wasn't one to be put off so easily.
"'You're not allowed to date. We accept that.
But no one said you couldn't accept a ride home, did they?'
"They had to admit that we had a point there, and besides, they'd kind of taken a liking to us. They were so used to guys coming in and acting like they 'ere so much meat to be used and taken advantage of that they were sympathetic to our gentle approach. We were interested in them, not just their bodies. Of course, as I said before, Nancy's body had really turned me on-but the bodies of all the waitresses had done that. I was interested in Nancy for more than just her body.
"Anyway, they accepted Roger's offer. His girl, Sharon, sat in front with him, and Nancy and I sat in back. She had a dress on and a little jacket over that, but her body still looked terrific. Roger took her home first, and by the time we got there, we were hugging and kissing, and I'd managed to get a good feel of her boobs through her dress. It was the logical thing for her to invite me up for a drink. I refused the drink, since I'd had so many already, but I was ready for a cup of coffee. It didn't really matter, though; the important thing was getting into her apartment.
"She was funny about her boobs. All night, she'd worked with them hanging out and nothing covering them, but now that we were alone, she seemed a little shy about uncovering them. It didn't take us long, though. I was so hot from all those films and all those naked boobs running around within reach all evening that I just couldn't wait much longer. By the time I'd finished my coffee, I had her undressed, and she had my dick out and was playing with it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much of that. I'd had a consistent hard on for so long that my balls ached. If she'd messed around much with it, she was going to end up with a handful of cream.
"We finally went into the bedroom. I got the rest of my clothes off and climbed on the bed alongside of her. I'd been looking at most of her body all evening long, and it felt every bit as good as it looked. She had kind of small nipples, but it was a delight to run my tongue over them and suck them into my mouth. That turned her on, too, because I hadn't been doing that for long when she began to moan, and her breath came in little gasps. I moved my hand down and started to caress her pussy; it was so damned soft and hot and a little damp.
"I spent quite a while that way, sucking on her tits and playing with her pussy, tickling her clit, and running my fingers around the outside of her pussy. I gradually worked one of my fingers inside, little by little. It was a tight, hot little pussy, and my breathing increased rapidly at that point. She was still rubbing my cock and balls, and the combination of what I was doing to her and what she was doing to me had me right on the verge of shooting off. I knew I couldn't take much more of that. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and rammed my cock up against it.
"I had to stop then, though; the heat of her pussy almost made me come. I was so damned hot that if she had just moved a little at that point, I would've come. Fortunately, she sensed my problem, and she lay very still until I could simmer down a little. When I felt sufficiently in control again, I started to push my prick inside. That took some hard work. I'm not all that big; it wasn't that. It was that her hole was so small. Big boobs, little pussy. I can remember somebody telling me that when I was young. It doesn't always hold true, of course, but it was true in Nancy's case.
"I probably could have gotten it in without too much trouble. The only thing was, I was so damned hot that each time I pushed in a little, her pussy gripped my dick so tight, it brought me right to the edge. I only had it in about a third of the way when I pulled it out with a single movement. We both gasped, and I said, 'We've got to have some lubrication or I'll never make it all the way in.'
"She got some cold cream and smeared it on my cock, but I finally had to make her stop. She was trying to make sure it covered all my cock, and she kept running her hands up and down it so much that I didn't think it was going to hold out much longer. I simmered down a little once she took her hand away, and I delayed a little longer, sucking her nipples and kissing her. After a while, I felt calm enough that I could start in once more. Even so, once the head of my prick got up against her pussy, it was all I could do to hold back.
"It went a lot easier this time, and it was almost no time before I had the whole thing in her. Once I got it in, I didn't dare move for a few minutes. Just a couple of good lunges was all it would've taken. It felt just too damned good to have it end so quickly. You get to that state of sensation where you want it to go on forever; you never want it to end. Of course, you know it has to eventually, but you still want to prolong it as long as possible.
"Slowly, kind of hesitantly, I started to move back and forth in there. Every little move was sending all kinds of delicious sensations through my body. Nancy felt it, too, only she wasn't nearly as close to climaxing as I was. I wanted to get her worked up to the same pitch I was, only if I did it by fucking, I knew I was going to be finished long before she even got close. I worked like mad on her nipples, and I kissed her a few times, ramming my tongue into her mouth and swabbing around inside. And then I pulled my cock out part way, and I reached down and began to tickle her clit some more.
"All those things together began to have results. Pretty soon she was moaning and rocking from side to side rhythmically. She started to buck, forcing me to start fucking her again. She was ready, and she was letting me know in no uncertain terms. I gripped her butt and began banging into her with all my might, ramming my prick in as far as it would go. Her arms came around my neck and pulled me down to meet her mouth in a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss. Our exertions had results that time, and I didn't hold back any longer; I kept pumping and pounding into her until she climaxed, sending shocks and shudders through her entire body, and especially communicating themselves to my prick. I felt like I was fuckin; on a madly careening roller coaster.
"My prick exploded, then, and my come juice spurted into her gut. She met it with another orgasm at just about the same moment, and for a few minutes we were nothing but a shaking, mindless mass of flesh, grinding together convulsively. We finally settled down, still groaning and panting, and gasping in each other's ear, unable to speak a coherent word. We lay for quite a while recovering, still snuggling and kissing from time to time. Neither of us felt much like trying for another. We were both too beat from the first time. After an hour or so, I got up and dressed and left, promising to come see her again in the next couple of days. But I never did; somehow, I never made it back....
"My second night in Los Angeles, I thought of going back to see Nancy, only I wasn't sure I'd be able to find the place again. I hadn't bothered to notice the name of the bar, and there were so many topless places around that it would have taken a lot of sleuthing to find the right one. I called Roger, but he wasn't home. So, there I was, left on my own again. That didn't bother me; it's always exciting to ramble around in a new city; you never know what you're going to run into. I walked a few blocks from my hotel, but there didn't seem to be much of interest in the immediate neighborhood. Finally, I climbed into a cab and took off for Hollywood once more. This cabdriver took me on a different route, and we kept passing bars advertising topless waitresses and topless dancers. I told the driver to stop at the next one, and he let me out in front of one that had big signs warning: Adults Only, and Topless Dancers.
"This bar was as dark as the other one had been. They had spotlights focused on a little stage, and there were two buxom girls dancing around on it, their boobs hanging out and bouncing up and down. In fact, the only thing one was wearing was a pair of sheer panties-so sheer that you could see her pussy hair under them. The other one had even less than that on. She was wearing a kind of net affair, and her pussy hair was pushing through the holes in it; and when she kicked her legs up, you could see her pussy lips. The only difference between this place and the ones that advertised 'Topless and Bottomless' was that the girls were wearing something-even if it didn't cover much.
"When my eyes got adjusted to the place, I saw that it was crowded. All the tables were taken, and the bar was filled, too. I ordered a drink at the bar and then stood leaning against the wall. There were quite a few women in the place. Most of them were sitting at the tables with one or more guys, but there were a few who seemed to be alone sitting at the bar. I was planning my strategy for getting next to one sitting at the bar; only I hadn't gotten very far when two girls came in and ordered drinks and stood along the wall, not far from where I was leaning. I decided they might work better; all the girls at the bar were already getting attention from at least two or three guys, anyway.
"I casually shifted my position, moving slowly toward them without being too obvious about it. I got within a couple of feet of the nearest girl when I saw my opportunity. She was holding her glass in one hand and fumbling in her shoulder purse with the other. She found her pack of cigarettes, but she needed a couple of extra hands to get out a cigarette and light it, all the while holding on to her drink. She managed to get a cigarette between her lips, and then she started hunting for a light. I set down my drink on a convenient ledge and brought out my lighter; she could hardly refuse.
"And of course she had to say thanks, which was my cue to say something about how difficult it is to light a cigarette and still hang on to your drink. Once I got to talking, I wasn't about to let it drop. Pretty soon we were rapping about the dancers, the bar, introducing ourselves, and so on. She gave her name as Sheryl, and I bought her another drink. Her friend, meanwhile, took the hint and moved away from us. It wasn't long before we'd let each other know that we were available and interested. Nothing as crude as, 'I'm in the mood to fuck; how about you?' Nothing like that; but you can get the idea across without really saying much at all. There still wasn't any definite commitment on her part, but at least she let me know that there was a possibility.
"And, after all, what was she doing there if she wasn't in the mood? I just hoped that I was the type she was looking for. The fact that she was in the mood didn't mean she would take on anybody; a girl wants some guy who is interested in her-not just in pussy. And that's what I tried to get across to her-that I found her attractive and interesting. A couple got up from a table and left, and I grabbed it right away. I persuaded Sheryl to join me; her friend had gotten in a conversation with another guy by this time, so we didn't have to ask her to join us. One or two more drinks, and I was feeling pretty good. The topless dancers made me feel higher than ever. It made me feel drunk just watching them-or rather, watching their tits bounce around; I didn't really need the booze.
"Anyway, Sheryl and I finally got around to 'your place or mine.' She shared an apartment with two other girls, and even though they all went out and got laid now and then, still, she was a little reluctant to bring me there. All I had was a hotel room, but it had a big bed. So we decided to go there. We still had to finish our drinks, and I kept tripping out on the dancers. Sheryl looked around for the friend she'd come in with to tell her what was happening; then I called a cab, and we left.
"I had a bottle in my room, and I had some ice sent up. Sheryl wasn't really in the mood for another drink, and I wasn't either, really. We just sipped on them and sat around. I didn't want to rush things-start tearing her clothes off her, or something like that. There's nothing that turns a girl off more than a guy who can't control himself. We sat sipping and smoking and relaxing for about twenty minutes. I had taken off my tie and coat and my shoes, but all I could get Sheryl to remove was her shoes. I didn't push her; I knew that before the evening was over she was going to have everything off. Why rush things?
"However, I began to realize that she wasn't going to do anything without a little coaxing. So I went over and sat on the arm of the chair where she was sitting, and I gradually worked my arm around her and began caressing her hair. After a little while of doing this, I bent down and kissed her. Just a gentle sort of a kiss-we could work up to the passionate ones later on. Then I ran the palm of my hand over her cheek, and little by little she started to warm up. Soon, she was kissing me back, and I unbuttoned her blouse slowly and started kissing her throat and the part of her body I'd uncovered.
"It took a good half hour to forty-five minutes before she got used to my hands running all over her. I guess she had been so used to guys taking advantage of her, using her only for their own pleasure and to hell with hers. Anyway, it took her some time to relax, and start to warm up. I kept kissing her and caressing her constantly, never getting too aggressive with her. I mean, I would caress her tits, but I didn't squeeze them or play with her nipples or anything-I just let my hands run over them gently. It was more affectionate and sensual than it was sexual. I got the distinct feeling she was afraid of sex, so what I was doing was trying to communicate to her that sex was not the only thing I was interested in. She had a gorgeous body, warm and beautiful. My kisses and caresses served to make her body feel alive, sort of all aglow and tingling.
"Little by little, I took her clothes off, caressing and kissing each area as I uncovered it. It was all I could do to keep from chewing and sucking on those big boobs of hers, though. She had the kind of nipples that never really get aroused; they do, I don't mean that, but they don't show it. Not like some of them I've seen where you touch them and they spring up. Hers were kind of rounded and didn't stick out from the boobs. I kissed them again and again, but I managed to keep myself from sucking on them. There was plenty of time later for that.
"I kissed her soft belly, and even nuzzled my face in her pubic hair. She gasped when I did that, and she twined her fingers in my hair and kind of pressed my face into her body. I realized then what she wanted, though she seemed afraid of it. I got the feeling that no man had ever really made love to her beforereally made love. I kissed along her thighs and buried my face in the space between them, inhaling the hot, moist fragrance of her bush. There's nothing quite so sexually exciting as that smell. It is totally-completely-feminine. I pushed her thighs up and crouched down on the floor and buried my face in her crotch.
"Her whole crotch area was clean and fresh-not antiseptic, as if she'd just washed with a lot of soap, but fresh and feminine smelling. She'd used some kind of cologne I couldn't place, only it wasn't as if she'd sprayed it on after she'd bathed. It was a very subtle scent; so subtle that it seemed to come from her body rather than from something she'd added. I had to stop and take my clothes off at that point; I had such a roaring hard on that I just had to let it out. Only it wouldn't have been enough to just unzip my pants and let it stick out; I had to get rid of everything that was clinging to me, so I could feel it was just her and me without restraints or barriers. I don't know if that makes sense, but that was my feeling at the time.
"I had let her thighs drop down, and so she wouldn't feel that I'd just been holding myself back and was now going to start taking advantage of her, I went back to caressing and kissing her belly and thighs again. Then I pushed my face in between her thighs and gently kissed her crotch area. She had an awful lot of hair there, and her pussy was kind of buried in all that bush. I still didn't rush things, though; I just kissed and nuzzled over her entire crotch area before I finally pushed her legs up again and sought out her pussy lips with my tongue.
"It's funny; I don't usually dig eating pussy. Oh, I don't mind once in a while, just for variety. But usually I'm so busy working on a girl's boobs that by the time I get around to anything else, I'm so damned hot that all I can do is fuck. Sheryl was different, though; I don't think anybody ever sucked her pussy before. And it's a shame, too, because she had a beautiful pussy. I felt that it was the one thing I could do for her which would make the evening really exciting and successful for her.
"Anyway, by the. time I left off kissing her and got my tongue into action, she was already going out of her mind. She was moaning and carrying on like she was going crazy. My tongue really did it; I hardly jabbed it against her pussy, and right away she started shuddering all over. As soon as she started to come, I worked my tongue up to her little clit and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. That got her so excited, she actually fell out of the chair. She was really wild. And it makes you feel great to be able to turn on a girl that much.
"I've been with girls who were like a lump of clay; no matter what you did, they just never warmed up. It makes you feel as if you don't know what you are doing, and you try to throw all the blame on her. She's frigid, or doesn't knowing anything about sex, or any excuse you can think up. Probably neither one of you is actually at fault; it could be any number of things: she doesn't turn you on enough, or you don't turn her on, or, most likely, her way of making love and yours just don't click. It's nobody's fault, really, but it leaves you both dissatisfied and quick to blame the other party.
"But, man! I sure didn't have any problems at all with Sheryl. What I did, she dug; and the more excited she got, the hotter I got. After she fell out of the chair, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I decided we both might as well be comfortable, especially since I was sure we were just beginning. No sooner was she flat on her back than she leaned over and started kissing my prick. It turns me on to watch my prick going in and out of a pretty mouth; however, I don't usually dig having my cock sucked. It's all right, but it just doesn't feel very good. Half the time, the girl's mouth feels like it's full of sand. The rest of the time, I hardly get any sensation at all out of it.
"So, when Sheryl reached over and sucked my prick into her mouth, I was ready to pull it out right away. I was getting set to do just that, when I suddenly realized it was feeling nice. It was almost like a soft, warm pussy. I just relaxed and enjoyed it. I leaned down and got my hands on her boobs and started giving them a workout. Sheryl had great boobs; they were soft and firm, and her nipples were rounded and never did get hard. I wanted to suck on them, but I couldn't figure out how to do it without taking my cock out of her mouth-and with what her tongue and lips were doing to my cock, I didn't ever want to pull it out.
"The way she was sucking on my cock, I began to feel weak in the knees. I kind of fell over on top of her, forcing her over on her back, and then I turned around without once letting my cock slip out of her mouth. It was awful hard to reach her tits in that position, but I figured I could take care of them later on. The way things were going, I knew this wasn't going to be one of those damned quickies. We were going to squeeze everything we could out of this night. I spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy once more. When I did that, she moaned so loud, she almost choked on my cock. This time I really did a job on her, though; I jabbed my tongue inside her hot cunt and licked it as hard as I could.
"Sheryl went wild; she started gobbling on my cock like crazy, sucking it into her mouth until the head of it was halfway down her throat. I think she would have sucked my balls in with it if she could have managed it somehow. That's how frantic she got when I started sucking her pussy. I lapped my tongue back and forth around her hole until I finally hit her clitoris. She started coming, then, locking her legs around my neck and jamming my face down into her crotch. Her pelvis jerked up and down and back and forth so hard that she kept bumping my mouth and nose, and it was getting very uncomfortable. I grabbed her thighs and forced her to relax her grip on my neck, and then I tried to control her thrashings to some extent. I didn't manage to keep her totally still, but it was enough so I didn't have to be afraid of having my face smashed in at any moment.
"I kept on sucking and licking at her clit relentlessly; she was still throwing her body around like a spastic, but I managed to hang on. And I even started fucking her in the mouth. Her mouth was working faster than I could fuck her, though, and she sucked up and down on the shaft of my cock at least twice for every one of my thrusts. That was a wild feeling, especially when the head of my prick would ram into the soft, fleshy part of her throat. I knew if I kept that up for very long, I was going to come in her mouth. And I didn't give a damn. It was too exciting to quit now. I kept on licking her clit, and every once in a while I'd take a gentle little nip at it with my teeth. She kept shuddering and moaning constantly, loving every minute of it.
"I began to fuck her faster and more brutally, now, my prick ramming into the rear of her mouth every time. I was so hot, I couldn't stop until I shot off. I was fucking too fast for her to keep on sucking; she just tried to keep my cock from slipping out of her mouth, and at the same time she tried to keep from being choked by it. I could feel the come ready to explode, and I wallowed in her cunt. My tongue lapped furiously, licking at her clit and then jamming into her cunt. Then I came; the juice spurted into her mouth and halfway down her throat so that she had to swallow it whether she wanted to or not.
"I kept on fucking for a couple of minutes, and she sucked frantically, squeezing the last drops out of my prick. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I threw myself onto the bed next to her and lay there on my back, panting and puffing from all my exertions. At that moment, I couldn't have cared if she was ready to come again or not; I was just too exhausted so I couldn't have done anything for her even if I'd wanted to. But Sheryl wasn't about to quit. My prick was getting soft rapidly, and a few drops of come had oozed out. She leaned over and licked at them, lapping up the couple of drops that had spilled onto my belly. Even the gentle touch of her tongue against the head of my dick was too much for me at that moment; I winced and pulled away, but she still managed to suck up the bits of juice that were there.
"As I say, I was exhausted; but that doesn't mean that I had any idea of quitting. I just needed a few minutes to recover. I got up and fixed us a couple of drinks, and after a couple of sips, I was feeling much better. Sheryl was purring like a kitten all this time. She couldn't keep her hands off me. I don't mean to imply she was sex starved or anything like that. What I mean is, she just had to touch me; she ran her hand over my back and fondled my ears and kissed whatever part of my body was closest to her lips: my arms, my hand, my chest. Actually, I felt pretty much the same way. I wanted to kind of cuddle and caress her, though sex itself was the farthest thing from my mind at that moment. Even her delicious-looking boobs didn't turn me on-not just then, anyway. They just seemed soft and warm, not erotic.
"We lay like that for some time, sipping slowly at our drinks. It wasn't until after I'd finished my drink and set the glass down that I began to feel an urgency in my prick once more. We continued our caresses, but they became more passionate. Instead of just caressing her boobs, I began to play with her nipples, and then I couldn't resist any longer. I got down and began to suck on them, running my tongue around the nipples and gently chewing on them. Her breathing came faster, and I could feel my prick beginning to expand once more. Sheryl could feel it throbbing against her leg, and she reached down and began to squeeze it and play with my balls.
"I got my hand down in her crotch and ran my finger gently over her clit. That was really her turn-on spot; she threw her head back and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. I switched my hand around, putting my thumb on her clit, so I could get my finger inside that hot pussy of hers. I had the feeling she didn't care what I did, just as long as I kept playing with her clit. I finger-fucked her for a while, rubbing my thumb against her clit as often as I could, and all the while I gorged myself on those luscious boobs of hers. Her hands were busy with my cock, squeezing it and jacking it up and down, and she kept tickling my balls.
"We were both getting hotter and hotter; I worked my body around until I was kneeling between her legs-still sucking on her tits and finger-fucking. My prick was too faraway for her to hang on to it, and she threw her arms around my neck, pulling my face away from her boobs. She was getting close to a climax, what with my finger jabbing in and out of her cunt and my thumb rubbing against her clit. So she pulled my face up to hers, and we kissed passionately, running our. tongues in and out of each other's mouth, while I felt her cunt beginning to jerk spasmodically, alternately squeezing and releasing my finger. My thumb was flicking furiously at her clit, and my cock was jerking and throbbing, eager to get into that pulsating pussy.
"I waited a little, until her excitement began to subside a bit, then I removed my finger and worked my pelvis up to hers, rubbing my cock against her hot crotch. I guided my prick in. All I had to do was get the head in, and it went in the rest of the way automatically. Her mouth had felt good sucking on it, but there's nothing like a good, hot pussy. The walls of her cunt were still throbbing, and every time my prick jerked convulsively, she reacted by squeezing my prick. And sometimes her cunt would squeeze it so hard that it jerked again. That was kind of wild; we lay there for several minutes, neither of us moving, but with all kinds of exciting sensations going through our bodies because of all this action and reaction between her pussy and my prick-all taking place beyond the control of either of us.
"There is one thing about sex, though-no matter how good it may feel, you always want it to feel better. That is, up until the moment of orgasm; So, great as it felt to have my cock and her pussy playing with each other like that, we both wanted something more. The way to get that, of course, was to start moving a little. And that's what I did; I began to slowly move my prick out, and then slowly moved it back in. I enjoyed the sensations from that much more than Sheryl did; as I suggested, nothing really excited her except playing with her clitoris. I tried to contact her clitoris each time I pushed all the way in, but it still wasn't enough for her. I then added a little kind of wiggle when my cock got all the way in, sort of rubbing my body against her clit, and that helped a little. She began to get a little excitement out of it that way. I tried to get my hand down there to play with her clit, but it was just too awkward; I'd have had to be double-jointed to be able to do that.
"I finally decided to try a different position. I made her turn over and get up on her knees. Then I pushed my cock in from the rear. It was a happy thought; my prick went in even farther, and I could feel the head of it bumping against the rear of her pussy each time I pushed in. Also, it was easy for me to get my hand down around her waist, and my finger reached back and contacted her clit with no difficulty. It was a great position for both of us, and within a very short time I was plunging in and out of her pussy like mad. My finger tickling her clit got her going good, too, and with my other hand, I managed to grab one of her tits. It was like being able to get a little of everything into the act.
"Sheryl was fast building up to an orgasm, and I wasn't far behind. I worked faster and harder on her clit, scratching and pinching unmercifully as I pounded my cock into her viciously. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the secretion was slopping out, so her ass and my balls were both drenched by the time I finally came-to say nothing of the bed itself. She was shaking and moaning in the throes of her climax by the time I shot off. What an orgasm that was! I was shaking and moaning right along with her; and I was sweating so hard that her back was soaked, and each time I slammed into her, it sounded like a suction cup being released.
"Neither of us cared, though; the only thing we could think of was the excitement of our fucking. I finally shuddered to a stop, still shaking all over, and now totally exhausted. I had worked so hard that time, I don't think I could have gotten a hard on again that night if a whole troupe of naked dancing girls had paraded in front of me. Well, I don't know about that; it would be an interesting experiment to try sometime. Sheryl was pretty well satiated, too. She rolled over and lay back with a funny little smile on her face, and I lay next to her with my arm under her. It was beginning to feel very uncomfortable, but I was just too exhausted to make the effort to move it.
"Sheryl got up after a short time and fixed us each a drink; I took a couple of sips, but it was too much effort. I set it down and went back to drowsing. I dozed off for about an hour, and when I woke up Sheryl was getting dressed. She had taken a shower and cleaned herself up and was almost ready to go. I apologized for not seeing her home, but I did call a cab and give her cab fare. She didn't want to take it, but I insisted. She suggested we get together again, but I explained that I was leaving for the East the next evening-and that I was already married.
"That didn't surprise her. That figures,' she said. She gave me her address and phone number, but I got rid of them. It just wouldn't do for my wife to have found them when she was doing the laundry or something. But I did promise to look her up if I ever got back to
Los Angeles-and I meant it. Only, I don't expect to get back that way very soon, and there's no telling where she might be by the time I do get back. One thing I did learn, though: if you're alone and don't want to be, a good place to start looking for feminine companionship is one of the topless bars around."
CONCLUSION
Man. Strange, peculiar, insatiable animal. A highly sexual animal. He pursues his feminine prey; he catches her; he beds her-by legal protocol first "binding" her with the marital vows, the marriage certificate, the standard words: "I love you." And then....
Then he either becomes bored with his bed-mate or-while still loving her (in his own way)-finds himself being drawn toward another face, another figure, another pair of legs between which he seeks to cast his anchor, to plant his seed, to plumb the depths of passion. At least once. And then....
Then he either feels the guilt-expected by his traditional upbringing, his beliefs, his code of ethics-gnawing at him, and he returns to his "Legal" mate (at least for a while), or he develops a taste for variety, he talks himself into believing that a love triangle is a satisfying arrangement, an arrangement "devoutly to be wished" and preserved, at any cost.
How successful does he find himself in this double life-as a husband on one hand, as a lover on the other? How does he profit? How does he lose? How does he advance himself-if he does-in his own eyes, in the eyes of his wife, in the eyes of his mistress? Questions all that are as impossible to give a general answer to, as it is to answer the question: "What color of oils did da Vinci use in painting Mona Lisa?" But they are questions worth pondering about-especially after having read the preceding five candid, sometimes brutally candid, "confessions" of five sensuous husbands' affairs with their equally sensuous mistresses.
