I'll tell you what it was most like. It was like getting a divorce. I mean, the divorce itself ain't that bad. You figure you're gonna be legally free now to look for another broad and have a little fun before you fall into the trap again. I speak, of course, from my vast experience with one divorce. Anyway, it ain't the divorce that's frightening. It's entering that marble building, huge and awe-inspiring as God Almighty and finding yourself in those dark paneled corridors with the thousand closed doors where behind each door they are chopping off someone's head. I mean that's the feeling you get. That's the courthouse. No one who's been through that chamber of horrors bothers with the one in an amusement park. It would be anti-climactic.
But if you think that queasy feeling can't be beat, try walking into a small octagonal foyer that's walnut from floor to ceiling except for the four little mirrors, long and horizontally skinny, that are strategically placed around the room so that you keep bumping into your own guilty expression however hard you're trying to avoid it. There was a little walnut shelf that ran around the room, too, something like over a fireplace. Then every once in awhile there was one of these little imagine posts from the shelf down to the floor. Naaawwwww, this room ain't in the courthouse. This room was, and still is, I guess, in a guy's house. It isn't a big, important house or anything like that. It's a two flat dump over on Asparagus Street, and the little room is on the third floor, where I had never been.
Well, you could call it a courthouse in a way. It seemed worse than that, the night I went. This was the house of a broad I'd laid, and her old man was calling me on the carpet. Al least, that's what I thought he was doing at the time. He wasn't there when I got to the little room. Instructions had been to go in the downstairs door and go straight up two flights. The stairs ended just in front of the little foyer. There was no door. I went straight in and sat down. Christ, I needed to. All the way up the stairs, my knees had been .shaking so that I didn't expect to make it. I was thinking, What would I do to a guy that's been fucking my wife while I was away? I should say right here that I only did it once, but he didn't know that. He didn't know anything, really, and I was prepared to deny everything. Otherwise, do you think I'd have been fool enough to show up?
I was so scared, and trying not to show it, when I went in and I sat right clown in the nearest chair, an overstuffed thing that threatened to swallow me up when I sank into it, and didn't notice Carl Gustall, a big blond Swede or Dane or German, I can't tell things, on a chair across from me, a chair so small under his big frame that it looked like he might suck it into his ass-hole if he breathed the wrong way. It took me a minute to place him. I don't see customers like him very often because I throw the newspaper before they get to work in the morning and they pay by check. But then I remembered he was the grocer down the street, and I delivered to his store.
You see, I usually hire a kid to deliver the papers on a route, but I do this route myself from the car because so many of the buildings here are boarded up and unused that a kid's got to do a lot of traveling to make a dime, and kids now days don't want to work that hard. You know what I mean.
But Carl's got it made because he's the only store in a mile radius now, I swear. What the hell was he doing here? And say, it wasn't just Carl that was there, either. Suddenly, like out from the dark wood paneling of the room, Jackie Hull pops. I used him on a route once, but when these guys get older, they go for bigger things. Jackie was Carl's delivery boy now. I hadn't seen him in a few years. He was still black as the ace of spades. You can't change a thing like that. But he was no scrawny kid anymore. He had a damn good build on him, and I'll bet he got those muscles started by throwing newspapers. That'll do it, you know.
"Evening, Mr. Ellis," he said, a foolish grin on his face. I attached no significance to it just then. I was busy recalling that he was always a polite kid. My boys usually call me 'Flip.' I nodded at him, my vocal chords gone dead almost from the time Tom Fullcimer called me.
That was the guy whose house I was in, whose wife I'd laid while he was away at sea. He was a Merchant Marine and a damn fool, I thought grimly, running off to sea all the time, leaving a hot chick of a wife like Sonia alone so much. If she had been fucked once by her newspaper carrier, whose fault was that?
I should have spoken to Carl, I thought at the beginning. After all, he was a customer of mine, even if I didn't return the favor by trading in his store. Why should I? I lived on the other side of town now, next to a supermarket, or almost next to one. Anyway, Carl didn't speak either. He barely looked at me, in fact, and when he did, I could swear he didn't see me but looked right through as if I was window glass or something. One time he looked at me like that and it made me so nervous I got up to walk around. But I sat right down again because that was one of the times I caught a glimpse of my face in one of those skinny horizontal mirrors. Immediately I decided I better sit back down and try to do something about the expression on my face. It was a dead give-away. So I sat there trying to work a jovial smile, or if not jovial, just a smile, across my teeth. Ever feel as though the muscles in your face were made of cement? Christ, if I'd have taken a glass of water and tried to drink it, I would have drowned!
Anyway, me and Carl just sat there like two strangers in a railroad station while Jackie Hull meandered aimlessly around the room, feeling the walnut wood, running his nail in the decorative grooves and around the curly-cues, knocking here and there as though he expected a secret door to open up or something. I was just getting up nerve to ask him if he couldn't go sit somewhere when another big black guy came into the room from the stairs. He had been real quiet coming up, kept on the narrow carpet runner that went down the middle of the stairs probably.
I recognized him because him and his family used to be customers a while back, about the time Jackie was working for me. I'd guess. His name was Roy Caroll, and I remembered the days when his ma used to take in rugs to clean. She cleaned them by hanging them over her clothesline and beating the hell out of them. Then when Roy was grown up, there was enough money saved, apparently, and they bought out a rug cleaning place, probably for a song since all the businesses in this part of town were closing down then. But Roy was a smart kid. He got himself a truck and went around banging down doors and talking people into getting their rugs cleaned who probably never would have thought of it, or at least of sending them out like that. Now the Carolls still had their business here, but they sure didn't live here. What with integration and all, they lived right up there in the hills with the rest of the rich folks. Now what was Roy doing in Fullcimer's house? There was no carpet up here, and it was after nine at night, kind of late to be working, anyway.
By the time Harold Benson arrived . . Christ! Harold Benson, a dentist from down town, wispy little guy with round glasses. I was beginning to get real curious. Maybe we was going to have a poker game or something! It wasn't very-likely, was it, that Tom Fullcimer would expose his wife and me in front of a whole lot of people, especially people like the grocer and the dentist, anyone who talked all the time, but did that mean he wanted to wear horns in front of his neighbors when he was long enough to walk down the street?
So seeing all these guys come in like that, even though no one was doing much talking, did begin to relax me. I think I could even have laughed at someone's joke if someone told one, but no one did, and I wasn't up to that yet Telling jokes, I mean. When Tom Fullcimer himself finally came up, bearing a bottle and some plastic glasses and with a bag of store ice cubes under his arm, I was pretty well convinced I'd been scared shitless for nothing. Tom was a muscular no-nonsense kid, but he was still just a kid, for all that. He couldn't have been more than in his very early thirties. Even Roy Caroll was older than that, pushing forty, and he was the youngest of the rest of us. I was the oldest, by the way, at fifty two. Carl must have been somewhere between Roy and me, forty five maybe. I can't tell about dentists very much, but I'd say that Harold's about the same age as Carl. Oh, I forgot Jackie. Well I know he's only nineteen, but he don't count. He's still just a kid almost.
Anyway, Tom came up and smiled pleasantly all around. He apologized for being late, explained he wasn't in port very long this trip and had a lot to do. He handed everyone a plastic glass, then gave the ice cubes to Harold Benson to dole out while Roy got the booze. Jackie, he took out of the room somewhere, and they came back carrying a huge square table with short legs, which they set down in the center of the room.
"Pull your chairs up to this," he invited, still smiling as though I were as innocent as an angel. Look how all I'm thinking of is me? Well, that's a guilty conscience, for you. Truth is, he probably didn't even know I was there, I told myself. He hadn't greeted a soul. When he looked around the room, he did so vacantly, in spite of the smile, something the way the principal of my high school used to look at the kids when he was going to speak in the auditorium. All he saw was a bunch of heads and silly staring eyes, a chaotic restless sea of creatures he was about to challenge for mastery.
Tom Fullcimer pulled a stack of coasters out of a pocket. These he gave to Carl. Carl took one and handed the pack on. There were a couple of little dishes already up on the mantelpiece-looking shelf under one of the mirrors. Tom took these and we discovered he had peanuts in his pocket, too. Christ, he was a walking bar! Ha! Ha! I managed a faint smile as I thought this to myself. The cement was beginning to soften.
Then finally, everything seemed settled, at least, Tom was satisfied. He pulled up a chair for himself like everyone else had done. He sat on one edge of a very square table in an octagonal room. There was no physical reason for us to feel that he was sitting at the "head" of the table, but come to find out, I wasn't the only one who felt that he was. There's another characteristic of a guilty conscience, I suspect. We all looked toward him, trying to hide our sheepisliness as best we could, like a batch of criminals waiting for the judge's sentence. We had already delivered our own verdicts, of course. We were all guilty, though we didn't know about each other, at least right away. Tom soon fixed that.
"Well, this should be an interesting evening!" he finally said enthusiastically and unnecessarily.
In response, we all clinked the ice in our plastic glasses and smiled weakly. It must have looked funny from where he sat. I'm onto that now. I realized that he was enjoying every goddamn minute of our torture. Well, why shouldn't he, I suppose. We had all enjoyed his wife.
'Tell you what I thought would be fun," he said then, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and his hands hanging with an appearance of looseness between his knees but rubbing his drink back and forth between the palms of them.
He really did seem to be in a great mood, I thought as he paused. I also thought what a handsome son of a bitch he was, young, virile, hair short because of the service, but cheekbones high and smooth and rosy, blue eyes sparkling. Christ, if he was ever home, an old fifty two year old paunchy goat like myself wouldn't stand a chance with Sonia, his wife. Maybe that's why he didn't look particularly worried, even when he looked straight at me. My pride was piqued. Suddenly I was angry that he had the gall to rub salt into the wound of a man old enough to be his father.. . me! So when he started to talk again, I was ready to pick up any challenge. Who the hell did this young prick think he was?
"I thought we'd have a contest, kind of, swap stories with each other. We do this a lot at sea.
Sometimes there ain't much else to do. We all kick in for the prize there, but I wouldn't expect you guys to do that." At this point he put a hand into the pocket of his pants, over the right side of his groin. Now that I look back, I see there was something appropriate about where he had kept the prize, but I didn't think nothing about it then. Anyway, he took a five hundred dollar bill out. Christ, I'd never even seen one before! As he threw it onto the table in front of him, I bent forward to be sure of what I saw as well as to see what picture was on it. Everyone else did the same thing. Christ, we must have looked to him like vultures around a dead deer. Of course, we didn't swoop in or nothing. Nobody touched it. I don't think anybody dared. Incidentally, McKinley's puss graces that one, in case you're interested. Don't ask me why!
Well, the five hundred dollar bill lay on the table like a king among courtiers...McKinley, yet!...until we all got tired of hovering over it. It was undoubtedly there the whole time after, too, but we all forgot about it shortly, believe it or not, every last man of us!
"Now you've all had your little fun and games," Tom began again. "We have, I mean," he corrected himself. "After all, I've had her, too."
This was the first time he had said anything that even remotely touched upon our individual guilts, and even the black faces in that room must have gone red. I don't know because no one dared look at anyone else.
"I shouldn't say, 'all," he corrected himself again. "Benson hasn't had his turn yet."
Now all the red faces had dropped jaws, like broken trap doors. No matter which way our faces pointed, all eyes were surreptitiously on the dentist. It was now his turn to blush. His brow puckered as well, and he looked as though he was going to object, but Tom paid no mind to that.
To tell you the truth, I was beginning to get a little pissed off by this Tom Fullcimer. I didn't give a damn what anybody had done to his whore of a wife, and that's what she obviously was if almost everyone in the room had fucked her. I wasn't any Merchant seaman or anything as important as that. All I did was distribute the town newspaper, not even head of circulation yet, but I was fifty two years old and even I would know better than to call the dentist by his last name like that. He was Dr. Benson in my book and he should have been the same to a young crap artist like Tom Fellcimer. Again I was wondering angrily who he thought he was.
"So anyway, who wants to be first?" I asked a trifle belligerently. "First with what?"
He leaned across the table at me. "First telling how it was with the redhead downstairs," he said evenly, his blue eyes sincere with salacious interest, not a trace of bitterness or a hint of revenge marring their lewd sparkle. He picked at the five hundred dollar bill. "This goes to the best story," he said. "Just like we do it at sea." And then with warmth, as though we were all his life-long buddies, he added, "Man, you should hear the tales I hear out there. I wish I could tape them and bring them home for you to hear. I really do!"
Expansively, he leaned back in place again, picking the bottle up from the floor beside his chair and letting it go the rounds on its own. "Who's going to start?" he wanted to know. "I think I ought to be last since I ain't really competing."
Christ, this jerk was serious! And just about the time I realized that, I got an idea. It might be a good idea to set him straight, right off the bat! It was just as well to let him know that his wife was the one with the hot pants and that she put a good deal of effort into wearing a guy down before he capitulated. I mean, I didn't really know then what it had been like for the others, but I knew I had been raped as much as a guy can be raped. Seduced is maybe a better word. I mean, Christ, she was a good-looking broad and all that, but I had wife enough at home. I didn't need anybody else's! But what does a man do when a broad keeps throwing herself at him morning after morning, and when I say morning, I mean three in the morning. Yeah...but let me not jump the gun here. What happened was, I volunteered to start.
Hell, I was the oldest of the group, which I'm sure had some significance that I haven't figured out, paternal responsibility maybe. Now that I look back, I wonder why I just didn't get up and walk out. Why didn't we all get up and walk out? Of course, there was that five hundred sitting there, five c-notes! Hell, we probably would have gone through with it for only one, but who was going to tell him that?
Anyway, I cleared my throat, which took some clearing. I then sighed, followed by a deep breath. There was something wrong with the air in the room, I decided. It didn't seem to be going into my lungs at all, just coming out.
"Okay, Flip, we're ready," he hinted, Tom did.
"Well, I wasn't!" it occurred to me to blurt out. It was as good a way to begin as any. "I wasn't ready for no broad, however beautiful, at three in the morning. You boys may not realize it," I said, taking the opportunity to advertise a bit, "but I throw the papers in this area myself. I do this territory about three in the morning by car, rolling the papers while I drive so stay off the streets then," I laughed weakly. No one else laughed. "I felt explanations of something were due." I have to do it early because I got to tend to the kids that do the other routes later. The kids who do get up early as me, I leave their papers on my way." No one even blinked.
Then finally the picture was in my mind. The experience was there to tell. As soon as I thought of delivering this street, throwing the paper at this house, driving over on the wrong side of the street, the way I can at that hour of the morning, leaning out of the car window, looking up ....Every morning when I looked up her lights were on, and she would raise the-shade just when I leaned out with the paper. She'd be standing there in the lit second story window damn near naked, waving, smiling! Hell, I knew what she wanted! What kind of idiot wouldn't know, and how many mornings would it take? I told my story like it was!
Let's face it. When people don't send me a check for their papers, I got to follow it up". I got to go after my money. After all, I paid for their papers. It's time for me to get paid. Naturally she didn't send me my check. That was the next step in her plot. I shoulda seen it coming. Now let me tell you right here. That dame had a pair of boobs, you can't fit two hands around each one! She looks like a real chorus girl! You can't get your hands around her boobs, but you sure can get them around her waist, and under that, her hips flare out like a welcome mat! She's got legs woulda put Betty Grable to shame and her long red hair sets your nerves on fire just looking at it!
I was kind of disgusted with her though. After all, I knew she was married. And I didn't care where her old man was, a woman worth anything doesn't go whoring around after she's married. I'd kill my wife ....not that I'd ever have to. At this point in my remarks, I glanced at Tom Fellcimer, but he wasn't getting an eyelash. You'd have thought I was talking about a woman who was a total stranger to him!
You might know that going upstairs for my rightful pay, the way I had to, she'd try something a little stronger than she had tried at the window. Actually, though, she looked quite presentable when she opened the door, and gullible me, I figured everything was cool, as they say now days, and do when she invited me in while she got her purse, I thought nothing at all of stepping inside the door a minute or two. When she come out of the bedroom though, she was completely naked, carrying, instead of her purse, a kind of silky nightgown affair, which she raised over her head and slid into as if she were completely alone, her roundly curving body shivering as though all atingle from the sensuous material falling down over her skin!
Christ Almighty! What's a guy supposed to do when he's rooted to the floor in a state of shock? But she paid no attention to Flip anyway
I told the men at the table, now finding it less embarrassing to refer to myself as "Flip" rather than "me." So I thought. But that experiment failed. I just couldn't divorce myself from my memories enough to pretend that it was someone else there watching her waltzing around the room, securing the garment and then glancing at herself in the mirror over the fireplace. She was obviously pleased by how sensual she looked, in spite of the circumstances of me being there and all.
She had such beautiful red hair and green eyes and they just glowed in that pink nightgown! The folds of the supple cloth clung to her ripe young body, accentuating every line and curve like an erotic illustration from Playboy. She had it in mind that there was ways to pay for the papers I hadn't dreamed of, I guess. By that time, I gotta admit, my prick was so goddamned hard I could have batted a home run with it! So when she extended her hand, I took it. She led me to the edge of the couch and lay back on a huge pile of pillows she had all arranged.
Sonia Fellcimer relaxed as her body eased into the comfortable softness of the pillows. He was hardly the most gorgeous of men, but she didn't care. She enjoyed finding out what different men were like, and nothing really mattered except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body. Any man could produce those! She had put out the light and only the soft firelight filled the living room. She closed her eyes and let herself drift into the sensuous mood that enveloped her.
Flip Ellis slowly lifted his hand and placed it on the young woman's thigh, the first and only overt movement he dared make right away. Sonia didn't resist his gesture, but then, why should she? She had done the asking!
But Sonia was surprised at the tenderness of his move. It made her feel oddly comfortable and protected. She put her hand on top of his and moved with him as he slid it softly up and down her leg. It was strange how his touch soothed her, and even more, how disturbingly exciting it was. The combination of his gentle caress and the silken nightgown sent low waves of desire coursing through her firm young body. She began to wish that he would hold her more firmly, or at least move the gown out of the way, get undressed himself! Finally, Tom Fellcimer's wife reached down and parted the front of her nightgown so that her left leg was uncovered, then lowered Flip's hand so that he could move it across the ivory smoothness of her skin.
The surprised newspaper carrier shifted his weight, moving closer to the curvaceous woman, and slid his hand into the sensitive inner side of her thighs. Sonia's skin prickled with warm jolts of pleasure at his touch, and cool chills raced up and down her back. He touched her so lightly, so tentatively, that it almost seemed as if he was afraid of her. He was. Dreaming of her, he had acted most lewdly, pinching her ass every chance he got. Now, when it was happening, he felt like a shy schoolboy.
The beautiful flame-haired Sonia, smiling inwardly, decided she should hurry things along a little before he suddenly decided he had to deliver the rest of his papers and whatever else he did. She turned onto her side on the couch, letting her nightgown fall open even more. Suddenly, Flip put one arm around her while he shoved the other roughly between her thighs again. Hell, what was he doing, pussyfooting around like this? This broad was nothing but a whore! The tentative quality of his lovemaking seemed to vanish as he held her tightly with the tremendous strength in his arms, built up by years of throwing newspapers every morning.
"Wait, Flip...Flip, please! Don't hold me so tightly! You're hurting me," she protested softly. But he did not respond. Instead, he held her closer, almost crushing her shoulders. "Please!"
"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled suddenly. What did a whore like her deserve? Cheating on her husband like this! Forcing him to fiddle with her ....him, Flip Ellis, who certainly knew how to respect another man's wife ....when he could!
"I...what ....what's happening? Why are you acting like this?" Sonia couldn't believe the sudden change in her companion. His gray eyes seemed to grow smaller, glittering oddly, as he held her in a vise-like grip.
"You keep your mouth shut, you little bitch, and do exactly what I tell you!" He brutally pinched the soft flesh of her thighs, far more brutally than he had dreamed of doing. "We've played around long enough. Now we get down to the serious business, huh?"
Suddenly he moved away from her and threw off his clothes in only a few gestures, revealing his paunchy flesh that sagged on a once muscular frame. The now sex-hungry newspaper carrier leered down at the confused, anxious redhead and obscenely stroked the hugely endowed flesh of his blood-engorged cock and balls swinging between his narrow thighs.
"Now take off that nightgown, bitch, so I can see that flesh you've been teasing me with up in your window morning after morning!"
Tom Fellcimer's wife was too startled by his abrupt change in personality to do anything but obey him, and she undid the front of her nightgown completely so that her body was revealed nakedly exposed to his lusty gaze. Slowly, Flip circled the couch until he stood by her again, never once taking his eyes from her excitingly curved body. His enormous blood-swollen prick, hard as a rock and stiffly extended, jutted toward her like some obscene snake.
"Now get off the couch, kneel on the rug here, and suck my cock!"
The young beautiful housewife quivered in humiliation at his shocking demand, but she knew she had to do as she was told. There was something in his cruel tone of voice that told her instinctively that if she didn't obey him this morning he would become quite vicious. The humiliated redhead knew now that the gentleness and reticence he had always exhibited was only a pose, a moral restraint! Miserably, she got up from the couch and sank to her knees before the naked man. Immediately he placed both his hands on her head, holding her face only inches from the hotly swollen shaft of his lusty protruding cock.
"Kiss it, my sweet! Kiss it as though it were everything you loved most in the world, you sweet bitch of a cunt!" As she leaned forward, brushing her wetly parted lips against the velvet flesh of the cock-head, Flip Ellis suddenly began to push it into her mouth, shoving it in. Sonia almost choked as he forced it deep into her throat. "Now suck it, bitch! Suck it real good!"
While her mind screamed in torment from what was happening to her, the forceful newspaper carrier pressed his hugely erect veined rod of male flesh farther and farther into her tortured mouth. The now horrified young wife tried to pull back from him, but each time she did, he moved forward, thrusting his thickened rod farther into her futilely resisting mouth.
Roughly he began to buck his hips back and forth, holding her head tightly with his hands, and to groan wildly.
Oh good God, Sonia realized in terror. He is going to cum already! He's going to cum in my mouth! The only other time she had ever done this for anyone, the guy had ended up fucking her.
"Suck it," he cried in ecstasy, bringing himself roughly toward climax. "Suck it harder and harder, harrrrrddddeeeeerrrrr!"
Tom Fellcimer's tortured wife found herself sucking desperately at the newspaper carrier's swollen, viciously fucking organ, confused and horrified by the strangeness of his behavior now that she had finally gotten him into her flat. He began to force his straining prick faster and faster into her sucking mouth, his fingers tightly to her hair as he moaned in rampant pleasure.
Nevertheless, his words were lost to the wildly sucking young housewife as he suddenly erupted hot, rushing spurts of fluid into her mouth. Sonia struggled desperately to swallow as quickly as she could to avoid choking as the paunchy fifty two year old newspaper carrier shot an endless creamy stream of scalding semen deep into her throat. Then, finally, the flooding liquid slowed, although his prick remained stiff and throbbing for several moments more. Tom Fellcimer's wife felt weak and dazed as he finally withdrew his dwindling cock from her mouth and the whitish liquid dribbled lewdly from her lips and down across her chin. She collapsed to the floor, crying and sobbing miserably. That would teach her something, maybe, Flip thought.
Flip Ellis picked the sobbing woman up from the floor and threw her contemptuously onto the couch as if she was a sack of flour, rolling her onto her stomach so that her naked titties pressed down into the soft couch cushions. Then he ambled around, thinking about how best to do it, and licked his lips obscenely, reveling in the sounds of the miserable housewife's gasping sobs of humiliation.
As Sonia felt the sadistic-behaving newspaper carrier crawl onto the couch beside her, tremors of shame and revulsion again ran through her savagely abused young body. There was little doubt in Flip's mind but that she would think twice before cheating on her absent husband again!
"Oh, please, Flip, no!" she begged. "I can't take any more!"
He paid no attention but began to run his hands up and down her back roughly, and the beautiful red-haired housewife shuddered in tortured fear, cursing herself for being so naive as to think that she could cheat on her husband and enjoy it!
Flip hoped he wasn't embellishing this story too much. He saw disbelief in the eyes that faced him around the square table in the dark paneled foyer, but, Christ! He wanted Tom to think he was trying to do an absent friend a good turn, of course! He didn't want Tom to suddenly pull out a gun and blast off his head or some stupid thing like that. . . his own head, he meant. Tom didn't look like the suicidal type.
Anyway, he had the gorgeous housewife trapped. She was at the mercy of the one man who would take every opportunity to punish her for her misdoings. He slid farther down on the couch and then positioned himself so that he straddled the back of her shapely thighs, sitting above her, then bending his paunchy frame forward to run his grasping hands up her legs until he grabbed the tensely quivering softness of her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. Lewdly he began to massage them with his fingers, molding them like putty, working them, relaxing them. He continued this for almost five minutes without saying a word, hearing nothing but the confused, unhappy moans from the trapped young housewife. Finally, he could feel her tightened thigh and ass muscles begin to relax, and he smiled darkly to himself.
Sonia lay beneath his kneading hands trying to resist any movement he made toward her, but finally she found herself succumbing to the warm pleasure his probing hands induced in her abused flesh. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, massaging her ass with the same gentleness he had shown her at the beginning. Yet even though she was petrified of him now and completely distrusted every move, his touch was so tender and pleasant that her flesh rippled with warmly erotic sensations. The disgrace that she had experienced only moments ago seemed to be disappearing, and the bewildered young wife found herself relaxing as her newspaper carrier continued to run his hands and fingers across her resiliently upraised ass-cheeks, circling each in his wide palms and running his thumbs side by side down in between the shadowed crack separating them. Occasionally his fingers would brush teasingly across the small tight circle of her ass-hole and then farther down to touch the moistening lips of her cunt, each move sending tremors of warm excitement sizzling through the young woman's flesh.
Flip Ellis had to admit that he relished the control he had over the seaman's desirable young wife. He had always been a rather unattractive person, not too bright and too plain to have any real success with women. In fact, when he was a kid, he had been such a goody-goody that he had been almost twenty before he had really touched a girl. In his day, people just didn't parade their promiscuity, and he had not had even male friends to let him know what was what in the world! So he knew he had an inferiority complex in some ways, and having an extraordinary woman like this in his power was something that had never happened before! He was determined to make the most of it, and his eyes narrowed into knife-like slits as he gazed down at the beautiful housewife's ass, arching and falling beneath his touch. Desire, rough and insistent, began to surge once again in his loins.
Also, beneath his expert hands, Sonia was losing control of her senses. The young housewife began to squirm excitedly at his almost magical touch, and a hot rush of pleasure churned in her belly, growing more intense with every moment. She tried desperately to keep hold of herself, to resist the feelings that crept relentlessly into her ravaged flesh, trying to stifle back the lewd guttural moans of rising desire that escaped her lips. She had changed her mind about going too far with this man she had enticed into her flat, but he was too much for her, and she couldn't change the buzzing need of her flesh! He should have left, and he knew it! But there is that point a t which no man can stop!
Meanwhile, the tortured redhead could not resist the delicious throbs of pleasure that enveloped her naked young body, no matter how much she tried.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, responding like a common street whore. Why was her body betraying her like this? Was her passion, her lewdness, her shameful lust so strong that anyone, even someone as old and paunchy as this newspaper carrier could tap the currents of her desire by a few gentle strokes? Was she so weak that she was the prey of any man who came along? But despite her struggle to resist the flames of steadily rising passion, it was no use. She was what she was and that was that! Flip Ellis's expert caresses were driving her wild with lust and suddenly she found herself calling out to him.
"Oh! Oooohhhhh! fuck me! Fuck me! You have to!"
"What should I do?" Flip asked, gloating, knowing full well he was in full possession of her now.
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" she cried. She couldn't stand it a minute longer, her cuntal hole was palpitating with unsatisfied lust. She had to have a hotly throbbing cock to satisfy her, and it didn't matter that it was his! In fact, he was so good . . . . "Please!" she screamed.
Now, what man could resist a plea like that? A surge of triumph tore through the carrier's fleshy body. "Okay, cunt, put your ass up in the air!"
Half delirious with insistent sensuality, Sonia obediently arched her hips, raising her naked ass high into the air. Flip reached down with his hands, pulling her to her knees until finally she knelt before him on the wide, comfortable couch on all fours, her wildly aroused body trembling in anticipation, desperate for him to cum inside of her and make her cum.
Tentatively, Flip Ellis probed at her with his lust-swollen prick, searching for the hotly throbbing moistness of her cuntal lips. Her warmly pulsing ass seemed to clasp at his jerking rod of lewd male flesh as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crack, past her tiny puckering ass-hole, to the eagerly twitching hole that awaited him. His blood-stiffened shaft brushed across the fleecy red softness of her pubic hair and finally came to rest at the moist flesh of her love-hungry pussy. His caresses had aroused her to the point that now her cuntal juices had already lubricated her with steaming wetness that made it easy for him to glide his hotly swollen cock into the warmly clasping hole between her legs.
The beautiful wife of Tom Fellcimer cried out in delight as Flip finally fucked his pulsating hardness up into her cock-starved cuntal hole. It was as if a huge log was being fucked into her belly, he knew, but her greedily receptive pussy quivered and rippled with lusty pleasure.
"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Put it into me! Put it all in! I want to feel every inch of you inside of me! Hurrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy!"
The incredulous newspaper carrier grinned obscenely, his lips curling back over his teeth, as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes, relishing the sight of his wetly glistening prick moving in and out of the kneeling young housewife's tight little cunt. He could feel the muscles deep inside of her cunt flexing and constricting against his swollen rod of lewd male flesh as he fucked deeper and deeper into the hot buttery depths of her pussy. Then, teasingly, he began to withdraw from her, chuckling with sadistic pleasure as she squirmed backwards trying to pull him inside of her once more.
"Please, Flip," she groaned, helplessly dominated by an overwhelming sexual desire. "Please come back into me! You've got to fuck me! Please!"
But her hotly aroused fifty two year old lover paid no attention to her pleading groans, and instead, he withdrew completely and began to rub his wildly shuddering prick up and down against the white slippery moistness that coated her pussy lips, until finally his rigidly erect cock was covered completely with a thin film of her liquid passion.
"Flip, oh, Flip! I beg you to fuck me!" she groaned in animal abandon, oblivious to everything but the deeply demanding, unsatisfied need that enslaved her. "Oh, God, please!"
Then the revengeful tormentor, on behalf of all cuckolded husbands everywhere, took his long hard prick in his hand and guided it carefully toward the tightly clenched ring of her ass. With a lewd grin, he nudged the lust-swollen cock-head against her wildly puckering ass-hole.
At that very moment, through the blinding lust that tormented her, the gorgeous redhead realized what her lewdly incited lover was going to do and cried out in terror, "Noooooooo, Flip! Noooo! I can't take it! It's too big! Nooooooooooo!"
But Flip Ellis grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and, ignoring her cry, pulled her hard against him. Groaning, he thrust his hips viciously forward, forcing his way into the rubbery tightness of her painfully stretched rectum. He paid no attention to her agonized wails as he fucked his thickened hardness deeper and deeper into her tightly constricted hole, relishing the pain he inflicted upon the helplessly kneeling housewife, who had gone astray.
Sonia Fellcimer thrashed and writhed in anguish, trying to escape the brutal impalement of her virginal rectum. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced in her thirty or so years of life, and she thought she was going to faint from the intensity of it. It was as if there was a hot poker being shoved mercilessly up into her ass-hole, sending searing jolts of agony up through her quivering young body. Finally, all movement stopped, and Tom's gorgeous wife realized that Flip's long blood-thick prick was all the way up inside her rectal sheath. As he remained motionless, the pain slowly began to subside, leaving only a heavy, aching fire inside of her cock-filled belly. She felt his hand move down, and his fingers slid under stomach and into her wetly pulsating cunt. His fingers moved against the thin membrane that separated them from his huge lust-swollen cock that was so deeply in her tortured rectum. He stroked her that way for a moment, then used his thumb and forefinger to massage her clitoris. Imperceptibly, she began to feel the return of her earlier wild excitement, and flashes of a savage, not-to-be-denied desire took control of her entire being. Helplessly, ignoring the pain and torment, the submissively kneeling housewife began to move back and forth against Flip, urging him to continue.
"Oh, yessssss, Fliiiiiiiip! Do it to me! Hurt me! Rip me to shreeeeeds if you want to! Only, fuck me! Fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk meeeeeeeeee!"
In a flurry of wild, uncontrollable glee, Flip began to brutally fuck his hard cock in and out of her widely stretched little ass-hole, all the while using his fingers to fuck her wetly pulsing pussy. Passion mounted quickly until the furiously copulating pair were grunting and screaming wildly in the throes of their excessive passion, driving themselves into a frenzy of pure animal lust. Flip Ellis thrust his hot knifing cock mercilessly into Sonia's burning rectal depths, and Tom's brutalized, properly punished young wife, caught in a maelstrom of passion, writhed and screamed like a madwoman, urging him to fuck her even harder.
"Can you feel me, you filthy whore?" Flip cried out lewdly. "Can you feel my prick in your ass-hole, cutting you to pieces? Do you like it? Do you like it, bitch?"
"Oh, God, yessssss! Yeeeeeessssss! Kill me with your cock! Fuck me in the ass harder! Harrrrddddde rrrrrrrr! Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeee! like that!"
She was absolutely screaming, and she yelled every obscenity she had ever heard at the vulgar newspaper deliverer who was sodomizing her with such pounding ferocity and made her love it!
"More! More! Ram it into my ass-hole! Fuck me up the ass until I can't stand it any more! Aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!"
Flip lost his head a little, too, and roared back at her as well, screaming obscenities and yelling out the delicious, savage excitement that rocked his paunchy frame. All the pain and rejection he had ever suffered in the hands of women came out in a vicious tirade. He slammed his naked body without mercy against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks, pounding against her ass like a barbaric animal in a fever of unbridled lush.
"I'm cumming!" Sonia began to groan finally. "I'mmmmmm cuuuuuummmmmiiiinnngg! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"
Flip Ellis increased the brutal fucking into her tightly puckering ass-hole until he felt his own seed beginning to boil up in his cum-filled balls. Then, simultaneously, the illicit lovers reached the blinding apex of their lust. Explosions of scalding hot sperm shot like cannon-blasts out of Flip's wildly ejaculating prick and traveled deep into the contracting heat of Sonia's sodomized ass-hole. Tom Fellcimer's sex-crazed young wife screamed again and again in uncontrollable excitement as the white sperm ricocheted deep in her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to last forever, a hurricane of unbridled passion, a wild blazing storm of color, pain, and masochistic pleasure. Finally, the peak was passed, and Sonia fell forward onto the old-fashioned couch, totally exhausted from the excess of forbidden lust.
The newspaper carrier, equally weary, threw himself down onto the soft couch beside her, breathing heavily, drained from his labors. Finally, feeling that he had punished her enough, Flip sighed.
"Let that be a lesson," he said.
Christ, by the looks of things, I guess it was!
CHAPTER TWO
I looked around the room. Christ, there wasn't a pair of eyes not fixed on me like they couldn't look away. I never knew I was such a good story teller before. Maybe I should be writing for the newspaper instead of throwing the thing! But, nawww, I knew better that that. As a dumb kid I might have believed they was all watching me because they was listening, but I'm old enough to know all they had on their nervous minds was their own stories, their own experiences with Fullcimer's wife, measuring their stories against mine, perhaps, wondering if I was telling the truth and how should they tell theirs. The only one around the table who looked as though he'd actually heard a thing I had said was Fullcimer himself. His was the only face that showed pure enjoyment instead of worry. I remember thinking, the lousy ass! He sure is going to make us pay! But I wasn't really complaining because to tell the truth, I woulda had every guy around that table shot full of holes by now, if I was Tom. Christ, no, we was getting off easy! And some lucky bastard would have five hundred dollars to boot!
Having finished my own yarn, without comment from Tom, I might add, I had it off my chest now, so to speak. It gave me a chance to sort of sit back and wonder what this was all about. Why the hell did he want to hear how each of us had fucked his wife? And if that's what we was all gathered here for, what was Benson doing here, Dr. Benson, I mean, if he hadn't done nothing yet? Christ, this was a case for Sherlock Holmes, and I knew I wasn't up to figuring it out. I ain't solved-a single one of Perry Mason's cases in all the years he been on television! My wife comes up with guilty one sometimes though she can never tell how she figures it out, so I think she's just guessing. So much for the detective work. After all, why should I care why Fullcimer wants the goods on his wife? It's no skin off my teeth as long as we all get out of here alive!
"Next?" Tom finally asked. Of course, no one answered.
I thought I'd speak up and tell them what a relief it is to get the thing over with and be able to sit back and enjoy the other stories, but it was none of my business what anyone else did. I laid the groundwork for them. I let it be clear that Sonia asked for it all the way. All they had to do was follow my example. It didn't occur to me that anyone was waiting to hear the other stories so he could be sure his own was better because of the five hundred bucks. Dumbbell me!
"Tell you what we'll do," Tom Fullcimer said jovially after a long pause in which no one spoke or even squirmed in his chair, for that matter. "We'll take a break first while I go get another bottle!" If he was expecting anybody to cheer or return the friendliness he was sprinkling around, he was sadly mistaken. The others were all bottled up with their transgressions, all except Dr. Benson, and even I was not ready for much in the way of pleasantries. According to Tom, Dr. Benson didn't have nothing to hide, but he looked just as guilty as the rest of us the way he was sitting staring at his fingers.
As soon as Fullcimer had disappeared down the stairway, though, I got up to stretch my legs. Again I was tempted to advise the other guys to get it over with but the words wouldn't come out. There was something dead about the silence in that room, something too dead to cut into. Maybe it was the mystery of the thing, the fact that probably no one there had figured out why Tom was going about it this way. I cleared my throat, making a rough rumbling noise as I did it. God, it sounded great! I felt I was able then to give the advise I'd been meaning to, when suddenly a new idea spun into my head out of God knows where!
"Hey," I chuckled out loud but nervously. "I bet he's going to use our stories when he goes back to sea!" Then I mumbled as I thought further, "Bet he clears more than five hundred for them, too!" Wow, what a thought that was! He was embarrassed as hell! A conservative age, nineteen!
"You mean he's gonna tell our stories as though they happened to him?" Jack asked. There was hurt pride in the sound of the kin's voice. I remembered that at nineteen I figured no one could fuck like I could! I mean I was king of them all! I laughed.
"What the hell do you care?" I knew he cared a lot.
"Oh, that's a silly idea," Dr. Benson spoke up.
"You got a better one?" I asked. Just then Tom Fullcimer came back into the room, and it was too bad because I suspected that Dr. Benson knew a lot more than he was letting on or why would he be in on this? Maybe he was a witness, though. Maybe Tom was fixing to get himself divorced. Christ, I hoped no names were going to surface in the newspaper or anything! My wife missed nothing that was printed in the newspaper!
And that was another time that, just before sitting back down in my chair, I caught my face in one of the mirrors and winced. I was white as a ghost and gray around the jowls, not from needing a shave but from the color having drained out of my face. I sat down with a thud as though I'd been pushed. No one noticed, of course. My problem was my own. Everyone else had theirs. Tom had not sat down yet. He was leaning over the large square coffee table and pouring more whiskey into each glass.
There was more silence for awhile as everyone dutifully picked up the fresh drink and sipped it. No one dared refuse Tom anything. That was clear. Christ, if he'd filled the glasses with arsenic, we'd have all drunk it, I suppose.
"What we can do now," Tom Fullcimer said after he had filled his own glass and sat down, "is we can play spin the bottle!" Everyone looked at him with a half glazed look, not comprehending enough to object or laugh.
"Whoever gets pointed at," Fullcimer continued, "gets to go next. Fair enough?"
He had picked up the old bottle from the floor beside his chair and was holding it over the table, ready to place it in the middle, on its side, ready to spin. He looked around at each face, not bothering with mine or Dr. Benson's I noticed. There were a few half-hearted nods, enough to make him secure in continuing. He spun. The white bottle whirred like a roulette wheel. At least six pairs of lifeless eyes followed it with hope or hopelessness. It was hard to say what Roy, Carl, or Jack were feeling. Dr. Benson, the only innocent among thieves, had to feel on top of the world. There was no way the spinning bottle could affect me. I'd told the only story I had to tell.
It slowed. The five hundred dollar bill fluttered as the bottle moved off its former course a little toward the money. It spun even more slowly...slowly...until finally it stopped. There was room for argument over whether the bottle was actually pointing at Roy Caroll or to the space between him and Tom, but here was apparently no doubt in Tom's mind that Roy was to go next. It was also clear from the frown that passed in wrinkles over Roy's black forehead that he wasn't going to argue the point.
"I.. . I don't know what to say," he stuttered like a little kid looking to his teacher for help.
"Say the first word that pops into your mind," Tom suggested in a fatherly fashion even though Caroll had to be at least five years older than Fullcimer. But, see? That's what guilt does to a man!
"Gawd, no!" Roy sputtered, then looked around the table and tittered a little at his own slip. I didn't blame him for his emotional confusion. I'm sure we all felt like a span of horses, trained unwittingly by the curvaceous beauty, Sonia, and held in tight rein now by her husband, Tom Fullcimer. The whole experience was enough to confuse any man, I think.
Tom laughed, though, as though Roy had initiated some pleasantry for them both to enjoy. "Try it!" he urged. "Everyone here knows what beautifully rounded ass-cheeks Sonia has, how she moves like a sensual cat in her ripe young body, fully revealed usually by one of her clinging negligees or sheaths, most of them slit up to her mouth-watering cunt. Anyone here whose lust-filled eyes haven't traveled over the thrusting mounds of her unusually large titties that always press eagerly against the material of anything she wears, down the hourglass curves of her waist and over those well-rounded hips, and finally to the slim, shapely perfection of her legs...isn't human!"
Well, Christ Almighty! That was her old man talking to a bunch of guys off the street, so to speak! I looked at Roy. He'd eaten it up! You could almost see in his eyes exactly what he was seeing somewhere there inside his head. As he started his story it was clear that what she had pulled on him was to call him in to roll up and take away the rugs. He was supposed to take the living room rug and the bedroom rug. It was assumed that he would take the living room rug first, which he did. He swore then that he was sure she was in the kitchen. She had been when he went downstairs with the first rug and since there were only the two rugs to take, it didn't occur to him at all that she would be in the bedroom, undressing or anything!
Roy paused in his narrative here, but the imagery was too strong in his head now for him to stop telling what, after all, had been requested to be told. His pause was full of suppressed excitement, and his eye, accidentally, fell on the five hundred dollar bill. Taking a deep breath, he launched into the nitty-gritty of it all. He admitted that when he opened the bedroom door to get the rug he was supposed to and saw her taking her clothes off, he probably should have closed the door again. But as her husband had just described her, she was one hell of a gorgeous cunt, and he just couldn't help looking on.
The ravishingly slender redhead seemed to be performing just for him even though she didn't look his way and didn't seem to notice him. He had closed the door slightly, leaving just enough opening to see. Maybe she hadn't known he was there. Toy glanced out of the corner of his big brown eye at Tom, whose expression was innocuous. I didn't believe she didn't know, but it wasn't my story to tell. I kept my mouth shut.
Anyway, it seemed she put on this white thin creamy looking see-through gown, leaving the lace panties and brassiere on that she had been wearing before. Then she glided all the way around her bed and took a bottle of sherry from the night stand, poured herself a sherry glass full and then moved to admire herself in front of a full-length mirror. Sipping the sherry, she sighed with contentment as the warmth of the liquid spread through her body. The sigh was a pretty one, too, as she undoubtedly knew she was being watched. Roy assured us he had not been quiet coming back upstairs to get the bedroom rug. He had certainly not snuck up on her or anything like that. Honest to Gawd!
But Sonia obviously felt a glow of satisfaction as she gazed at her sleekly rounded young body in the mirror, knowing that her appearance was still as fresh and attractive as when she was a teenager. She knew these things...as we all knew. Suddenly she stepped up on a pair of scales, peered down, and jumped off again.
Roy Caroll watched as if hypnotized while the slender redhead slowly untied the ribbons of her creamy negligee. His heart began to pound furiously as he watched her drop the flimsy garment to the floor so that she stood dressed only in her lace brassiere and panties. Unconsciously he let his black hand travel down the stiffened shaft of flesh that throbbed hotly in the crotch of his white work trousers and began to rub it sensuously as the curvaceous woman studied herself in the mirror.
In spite of the fact she knew Roy was around and was supposed to take the bedroom rug, Sonia Fellcimer was staring intently at her voluptuous figure, checking scrupulously to make sure she hadn't put on any extra weight, apparently, as though she had forgotten all about the rug cleaner. She stood at first with both hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread, while her eyes traveled down to her feet. Then she lifted each foot in turn, pointing her toes and caressing the slim ankles.
Then she put her foot down, and Roy saw in the mirror that her gaze traveled upwards, lingering momentarily on her calves, then upward to her long firm thighs, pleased that her legs still retained the tapering slenderness she had always been so proud of. The gorgeous housewife let her hands wander over the silken smoothness of her thighs, then up across the taut flatland of her belly, then moved them upwards toward the fully thrusting mounds of her brassiere-encased titties.
Not even really concealed in the other room, peeking through the door, Roy Caroll gasped as he eagerly watched each sensuous move of the pretty redheaded housewife. He couldn't make up his mind whether she knew he was there or she didn't. Gawd, she sure had a short memory if she didn't know! If she did know...well, he didn't mind if she wanted to put on an erotic performance for him. He knew her husband was away at sea somewhere and wasn't-likely to walk in while he was playing peeping Tom!
Roy apparently knew that the expression "peeping Tom" had a certain significance, but he kept a straight face, watching his cuckolded host out of the corner of his eye.
As a matter-of-fact, Roy usually had a small bottle of whiskey in his pocket. He didn't drink during working hours but enjoyed a belt the very minute work was over for the day. Being as he was the boss, no one could put up a kick about that! Now as Sonia stood almost naked in the bedroom, he reached in back of him, into his pants pocket and brought out the small bottle for just a tiny gulp. Christ, this was the life! He could feel heated waves of lewd desire pulsing in his rigidly straining blood-bulging cock as it thudded against the confines of his constricting trousers. He leered intently through the crack in the door, periodically drinking from the bottle, though he had not meant to touch it more than once, and barely able to conceal his steadily mounting excitement.
The beautiful house wife, her curly red hair streaming down her back like a bubbling waterfall, cupped the full fleshiness of her tits in both hands, raising them, pleased that they were so firm and jutted proudly outward, even without the help of the brassiere. Tom had always praised her looks and particularly her sensuously ripened tits, and it made the young wife proud and happy to know her curvaceous body pleased the men. Whether or not she was wishing for her husband or anyone who came along, like the rug cleaner, was something Roy couldn't know, he said, but he could see that her nipples were beginning to grow taut and tingly from her touch. Gawd, he wanted to jump in then and there to caress those tits with his big black hands!
Hete, Roy digressed a bit on the subject of hands. He said he had a girl once who'd hound him to do nothing but toutouch her fours because he had special hands, she said. It wasn't only that he could play a geetar like no one else in town with them, but she told him there was a warmth and sensitivity in his fingers that she could feel clear to her bones whenever he touched her. Of course he knew that hands trained to music were the outlet for feelings otherwise bottled inside, but she claimed that sometimes, when he ran his hands over her naked body, the chick almost had a complete orgasm from that excitement alone. It had made him kind of hand-conscious at times, so now, while watching Sonia, he could feel every curve and mound in his fingertips. He couldn't help himself.
Sonia Fullcimer stood with her eyes half closed, hardly conscious of what she was doing, remembering all the good sex she had had with her husband and, who knows, whatever other lover she happened to think of. If she recalled Roy's being around, she was going to let things take their course. At the moment she was having her own experience and that's all that mattered. Almost as if in a dream, she reached behind her and unsnapped the hooks that held her brassiere in place. The restraining garment fell to the floor, and as the warm afternoon air brushed across her nakedly gleaming tits, the red buds of her nipples quivered erect, shivering with delight.
But suddenly she caught the briefest glimpse of Roy's staring face in her mirror. God, he was a virile looking son of a bitch, she thought. Still holding her white tits upright for inspection, Sonia moved back a little from the mirror until she backed up against the bed. Her head reeled now with thoughts of the handsome black voyeur. The effects of the sherry, not her first of the day, combined with her dreamy erotic mood, coupled with knowing that he was watching as she had hoped, caused waves of warm desire to ripple through her man-hungry body. Unable to resist the rising spell of excitement, she lay back on the bed, and as she did, the coolness of the sheets against the rising warmth of her skin seemed to double the surging sense of lust that was overtaking her. Blissfully, she seemed to be floating away and soon...soon....How long could the man resist?
For her there was no resisting the raging thrust of desire that now began to take hold of her so relentlessly. It was as if the frustration she always felt and tried to control whenever Tom went off like that, the unhappiness of being so alone, the worry for him, were suddenly swept away in a turbulent ocean of passion.
Now she could think only of that masterful strong frame of black flesh just outside her door. She had considered him for some time before giving in to her baser passions and plotting to get him into her house. Now she was deliriously happy, for she was not a woman to regret once a decision had been made and acted upon.
"Roy," she dared whisper but so softly she knew he couldn't hear. "Roy! Roy! Roy!"
From his hiding place, Roy Caroll was wracked with a lewd hunger as he watched the voluptuous young redhead remove the last of her underclothing. Maybe she did think he had left. Perhaps she had forgotten about the bedroom rug in the throes of her lust. Gawd! He knew how hard it was for him to keep his mind on cool if he was once aroused. He gasped loudly as he saw Sonia run her slender hands down her thighs, but she apparently didn't hear him. Her hands finally came to rest on the raised mound of softly curling, red pubic hair. The big black rug cleaner could scarcely believe what he saw, and his painfully straining cock was responding with all the vigor of raw lust. Suddenly he heard her begin to moan aloud, and his ears strained to catch her words.
"Lover, my lover, I want you! Please come to me, my darling," she was whispering. "I've got to have somebody now! I'll go crazy if I don't! I need you, my handsome lover! I want to be fucked! I want to be fucked! I need someone to fuck me!"
She was whispering, but he heard. Something snapped then and there in Roy Caroll's head. As he heard her words, something broke his restraint in two, snapped it like a wooden match. Caught in the grip of an overwhelmingly powerful lust, he opened the door, half dizzy with obscene excitement, and, half-stumbling, ran into the room, drawn as if in a trance to the nakedly writhing young woman in Tom
Fullcimer's unguarded bed.
Christ, I got to break in here a minute to point out that Roy, the stupid ass, is telling his story from the point of view that everything is Tom Fullcimer's fault for being away so much! I mean how dumb can a guy be? Well, Christ, it's his neck, if he wants to rub Tom the wrong way. Why should I worry?
Meanwhile, unaware of anything, supposedly, but her own uncontrollable passion, Sonia Fullcimer thrashed around violently on her bed, her eyes closed tightly as she began to thrust her outstretched fingers in and out of her hotly dilating under-used cunt. With her other hand she massaged her erect little clitoris to a mind-blowing sensitivity. Dream images of her peeking lover-to-be rose up in her brain like a hallucination of awesome reality. It was almost as if her eyes were wide open. But of course they mustn't be! She mustn't let on! She didn't know Roy Caroll and had no idea at what point he would be roused beyond rational self-control. She didn't want any arguments, any reservations. She wanted to be fucked.
Faster and faster the beautiful redhead fucked her eager fingers up into her wetly throbbing, impatiently starving cunt. Rampant flashes of almost unbearable thrills tore through her flailing young body. The shamelessly aroused young housewife, was so overwhelmed that she really didn't hear the door open wider or sense that Roy was standing by the bed. She could see him behind her tightly closed eyes just as though he were standing there, but she didn't know he was yet. Soon, however, she felt the pressure on the mattress and became aware that someone else had joined her on the bed. The awareness was sudden and she quivered as though she had been lightly shocked with a bolt of electricity. Ah, yes, he was there now with her. It had to be Roy. She had asked if he had come alone or with someone to help carry the rugs. Roy had a reputation as a wonder because there wasn't a rug in town he couldn't handle by himself, but she had wanted to be sure.
"Oh, my darling," she breathed at last. "Oh, my dearest!" Still, she did not open her eyes. He must be convinced that she was dreaming of her husband because the chances were that she would not have him again. She had long ago learned that some men hung on. They couldn't cope with a one time thing, and, God, Roy
Caroll was loyal to everyone, his mother, his wife...usually...his family, his employees. Loyalty she didn't want!
"Oh, God," she continued. "I need you so much! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk mmmmeeeeeeee!"
The vile words burst from her lips in broken, gasping phrases, and her hands clawed at the black man's strong back, pulling him with all of her strength against her eagerly reaching hips. The passion-drenched young housewife, a sea-widow you could call her, moaned incoherently from deep in her throat as she felt the hotly throbbing head of his cock slowly part the moist lips of her pussy and slip rigidly, its veined granite-like hardness still inflating, inside.
"Oh, yeeesssssssss! Oh my darling, hurrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!"
The incoherent flame-haired beauty felt a great roaring heat filling her belly, swelling and expanding the sensuously undulating walls of her cuntal canal as the long lust-swollen hard cock drove up into her hungering cunt like a blazing ebony log. Her mind spun deliriously. Whirling pinwheels of color and light blinded her to everything but the raging torrent of desire in her loins. At this point she wouldn't have cared if it wasn't Roy! She wouldn't have cared who it was! It had been so long for her!
Throwing her frantically kicking legs wide into the air, her fingernails dug into his naked ass-cheeks and aided his pounding rhythm as the shadowy man began to fuck into her with savage force. She couldn't help risking a tiny peek between the lush lashes of her emerald eyes. He was shadowy enough that she knew it was Roy. God, his shoulders were broad and muscular and appetizing! An explosion was building inside of the mindlessly aroused young housewife. With each new thrust of his stiffly ramming rod of a black cock she felt a new wave of ecstasy ripple outward from deep within her grinding hips.
"Uuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried wildly, "Yeeeeeesssssssss! Harder, harder! Fuck me haaaarrrrrrdddeerrr!"
The thirty seven year old rug cleaner had never known anything quite like this experience. He had had a few young girls flirt with him when he called at their houses on business, but no woman had thrown herself at him like this. He had sometimes wondered if one or two wouldn't like to but didn't have the nerve. Now Roy was nearly berserk from the lewd excitement that rocked through him, and he knew he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer. He strained against the naked young redhead, driving himself as deeply as he could and trying desperately to hold back as long as possible.
"Aaaaaaahh hhhhhhhh!" Sonia suddenly screamed. "Faster! Oh, R...Tom, faster!" Her fingernails raked his back as she strove to reach her torrid climax. "I'm going to cum soon...sooooooonnnnnn!" Maybe she figured he didn't catch that little slip in the name there, but he sure did. It made him a little bit wary, but, under the circumstances, he left it until later to figure out exactly what her little game could be.
Sonia Fullcimer clung to him, arching her back higher and higher as the impending explosion grew and churned deep in her belly. The lust-crazed female cried over and over like a wounded animal, her face distorted into a mask of unbridled lust. Then, in the next moment, like a blinding, searing thunderbolt, she was there!
At the very same time, Roy Caroli reached the pinnacle of his lust also, and grunting like a satisfied animal, he suddenly jetted scalding white streams of his sperm into her hotly convulsing pussy. His lust-swollen cock jerked within her clasping cuntal walls, each convulsive shudder spewing out new streams of male seed into her hot buttery depths. Sonia strained against him, hanging on with all her strength as she throbbed and cried out her own lust. Foaming streams of creamy liquid bubbled out from her hair-lined cuntal lips and rolled down the quivering crack of her ass to the sheets below. Moments later, the roaring tide of her mindless passion ebbed away, and Sonia fell back against the bed, her head lolling to one side, and soft mewling sounds of contentment escaped from her lax mouth. Roy Caroll collapsed next to her, panting with exhaustion.
"Oh, Tom," the young housewife began to murmur then without opening her eyes. "Thank you so much for com. . . . "
But in the next moment, her green eyes flew open. Of course it could not be Tom. Tom, her husband, was away at sea. She stared at Roy unblinkingly, appearing to freeze in horror.
"Oh, my God," she cried. "You're not Tom!"
Roy just grinned, but hysterically, she jumped from the bed, stumbled across the room, and grabbed up the filmy negligee, wrapping it around her curvaceous nakedness as though it were meant to hide something.
"Oh, no! No! Noooooooooooo!" she cried as though she could not believe what her eyes beheld. She looked down at her trembling body and, seeing that the negligee wasn't doing much good, she cast it down and went to her closet for a more opaque garment. Roy supposed he ought to have gotten dressed right about then, but he was so amused by the entire performance that he was weak from suppressed laughter.
"How in the world," she suddenly demanded, "did you come in here and fuck me without my realizing it?" She shook mightily as though a violent chill of horror had run through her delirious young body. She picked up a heavy ashtray from her bureau and waved it precariously over her head. Meanwhile, keeping an eye on both her and the ashtray. Once having picked it up and threatened him uselessly with it, she had to throw it, but it was easily ducked, and the heavy object careened safely into the bed.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" she screamed. Roy had his pants on, which he could zip, button, and buckle later. He would be as happy to get out of there as she would be to get rid of him. He was bursting for a good hearty laugh. But he held on to himself with remarkable forbearance, putting on his shirt and not bothering to button that, either. Instead, he quickly grabbed the young woman's arm and threw her to the bed, where he stood over her glowering at her with mock authority.
"Now you just sit there out of the way until I get what I came for!" he said, starting to roll up the rug.
CHAPTER THREE
Tom Fullcimer took a cigarette from his shirt pocket, then on second thought, took out the whole pack and offered it around. I was the only one that smoked but stuck pretty close these days to mild cigars. Seeing no ashtrays around when I first came, I thought it wiser to forget about smoking, but now with our host doing it, I took out my own cigar, refusing his butts. Tom got up and shuffled around the room a bit, looking around on the shelf that circled the room under the mirrors and between them. I coulda told him he wouldn't find one, but he didn't ask nobody.
"Jack," he said suddenly to the nineteen year old delivery boy. "Run in and get a couple of ashtrays out of that cabinet in there, will you?" He gestured toward the room where he and Jack had earlier been for the coffee table.
The kid, who had been cowering in his chair as though he would just as soon it would swallow him up and end his misery, got up and left the room obediently. One felt it would take time for him to get the ashtrays, which it did. He was in no hurry to return to the torture chamber and resume his unknown place in line, even though the strain was beginning to ease a little. Tom had still not shown any signs of rancor or other foreboding state of mind, even under the insinuations that Roy had just made about the seaman's guilt in this entire matter. Christ, I was beginning to think the guy was a robot, an android, maybe. He sure as hell wasn't human!
Then, when Jack was safely gone from the room, Tom did something you just couldn't admire a guy for. It made me wonder about the Merchant Marines and what the military of this country was coming to. For Christ's sake, if we don't have honor, what've we got? He put the empty whiskey bottle into the center of the table and pointed it right at Jack's empty chair.
I looked around to assess the reaction of the other guys. Dr. Benson didn't seem to notice what Tom had done even though he should have been the only guy there with a clear enough conscience to be observant. Roy Caroll looked like he was still trying to figure out why Sonia didn't want to admit it was him in bed with her. Carl Gustall, the grocer and Jack's boss, looked only quizzical. I was the only man there that was angry at the injustice. Christ, it's no wonder the world is falling to pieces. Okay, I told myself, so if no one else cares, why should you?
So when Jack came back, he handed the ashtrays directly to Tom, who slid one across the table to me. Then the poor young kid slipped into his chair as far back as he could sit and stared with grotesque terror at the imperious-looking empty neck of the whiskey bottle just as though he were looking down the barrel of a gun.
Fullcimer didn't say a thing, just reached out and dirtied the ashtray with the ash he had been saving while waiting for Jack to return. I had taken out a cigar but hadn't lit it. I now did so with nonchalance and a lack of concern for the rest of the little drama that was going on around the table. Christ, this whole thing was getting to be a farce. I'd have asked to go home if I wasn't kind of curious about the other stories. Then, I'd feel like an ass-hole, too, if a young squirt like Tom Fullcimer refused permission to leave to an old codger like me, old enough to be his father, for Christ's sake! No, it was better to play along at Tom's pace, I decided. The one liberty I dared take was to get up rather noisily, scraping my chair on the unfinished wood floor...whoever built the house never finished the third floor...and helping myself to another shot of whiskey, not forgetting to offer it 'around the table. Everyone except young Jack nudged his glass toward the bottle I held. The kid looked paralyzed. Christ, I really felt for him!
Then, surprisingly, Carl Gustall spoke up. Maybe it wasn't no big surprise when you stop to think. Carl was a big, still handsome, middle-aged widower, who'd never had any kids. Consequently, any delivery boy he hired, of whatever color, he automatically adopted for the length of their business association. Since Jack Hull was his son of the moment, Carl spoke brusquely but fatherly.
"If you're going to pick on the kid, Tom, you better pick on me," he said. It was kind of a gruff thing to say under the circumstances, but Tom knew Carl like the rest of us did, and it was the sort of thing you expected from the grocer. People complained about his gruffness, although they didn't say much about his heart, which was gigantic. There was a lot of credit given at his store. On the other hand, I suspect people did kind of like his gruffness, too. Sometimes he turned it on so sudden you jumped out of your shoes, especially if it was you he was being gruff with. On the other hand, it made you feel kind of protected, as though Carl Gustall, you knew, was your first line of defense if you were in need.
"Jack ain't got any story to tell, Tom," Carl continued. "When the little redhead set her sights on Jack, he come straight to me and told me he didn't want to deliver any more groceries to Mrs. Fellcimer's house. I told him the next time he had groceries to come to your house, I'd be with him. There's slow times of the day when Brad can handle the store by himself, and that's how we planned it." The big man paused and settled back in his chair. He had switched the little one for a larger one, more his size. I looked over at Jack. He, too, had relaxed. When he looked at his boss, he seemed grateful, but there was usually a shadow of misery still hanging over his young features.
It seemed that at first Carl had meant to barge in on the wily woman after having Jack go in first, inciting her to tip her hand by flirting with the kid or whatever she had in mind. Then he would give her a tongue lashing like she had never known and threaten to tell the authorities, the neighbors, and her husband if she bothered Jack again. As it turned out, he did wait until Jack was inside a while, longer than he needed to be to set the groceries down, and then he barged in as planned. She had sat the kid at the table and was plying him with a coke and cookies, but Carl could sense the telltale tremors of excitement in her voluptuous body even without touching her. Her big tits felt like big hungry magnets, and she sat at the table with them lying on her arms as though she herself enjoyed the feel of them jiggling on her wrists and forearms. It was obvious she was stalking her prey. She knew and he knew and Jack knew, but not being caught with her pants down, so to speak, she had only to deny her intentions. What was there to prove. Carl was called upon to change his strategy.
The big grocer smiled at the lovely woman as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. She offered him a cup of coffee, and he sat down at the end of the table with his chair carefully moved toward her side so that she was in reach. Then, indicating with his expression that they were going to pull a fast one on the boy. he dropped his hand to her thigh. He moved it all the way up until it was nestled firmly between the juncture of her legs, noticing that she had to inch her body down a little on her chair for him to be able to reach it. There was no doubt of the violent, trembling sensation of sexual hunger that raced through her and into his own sensitive hand.
She pretended to panic. He had touched her and aroused her, had moved her attention from the boy onto himself. Carl felt the hot moistness of her skin, felt her move beneath his hand and knew then that this little lamb, like every available broad in a radius of three towns around, was going to succumb very readily to his slaughter! He could tell that she had been drinking, too, even this early in the morning, and that should help.
The confused redhead, having set her cap this time for Jack Hull, was in conflict over whether she should let the big grocer move in on this or not. She tried to tear her thoughts away from the strong erotic feelings that Carl was triggering in her body. She had had too damn much to drink, she decided. She had to force her eyes to concentrate on her cup as she drank her coffee, and she doubted that her sexual arousal caused that! Still, the big guy sure had what it takes! She couldn't seem to resist and found herself involuntarily spreading her legs so that he could touch the soft silken band of her panties running down between her legs. It felt so good, so incredibly good, that she couldn't hold together all the ramifications of what was happening. Instead, the tipsy young housewife squirmed sensuously beneath the grocer's touch, craving more of the delicious sensations that were spreading so obscenely through her body.
Momentarily, she recalled that she had meant to try out Jack this time, but the thoroughly experienced grocer's hand, pressed so hotly and lewdly between her legs, had aroused a maelstrom of hungering excitement throughout her helplessly responding body. Slowly, her brain began to grow more and more foggy as if the young housewife was being enveloped in a sensual dream. He was sure electric. She may well have met her match here! Suddenly he picked her up like a rag doll and carried her toward the bedroom.
"Go ahead and open the door for me," Carl ordered, and the young man jumped up to do as he was told. There seemed to have been a change in plans, he was thinking, not without curiosity as to how he was going to fit into these new arrangements. He hoped that Carl was not so out of date that he thought nineteen was too young for anything stronger than holding hands! He'd had plenty of girls! It was just that he'd been afraid of getting in trouble if he had allowed Mrs. Fellcimer to have her way with him.
The beautiful redhead now lay on her own bed, obviously floating on a euphoric cloud of pleasure. Both Carl and Jack had noticed the empty sherry bottle on the night stand, and when their eyes met, Carl saw that it was with mutual understanding.
"Let's get her undressed," the grocer suggested to his delivery boy.
"Yeah, man," Jack grinned. He would have been scared stiff to do anything like this by himself, but with Mr. Gustall there to do it with him, Jack Hull was on top of the world!
Meanwhile, Sonia was aware that a thousand hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, and she could dimly sense the clothes being removed from her body. Vaguely, somewhere in the deepest recesses of her consciousness, she knew she had lost control of the situation and that this loss of control might be dangerous. She ought to struggle and resist, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She could only helplessly surrender to the flowing tide of sensuous pleasure that washed over her in waves of delight.
Carl knelt at the edge of the bed, rubbing the tips of his fingers caressingly down the velvet undersides of her nakedly exposed thighs. Then slowly and with obscene delight, he pulled the sheer nylons she was wearing from her long tapered legs, breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with desire.
Jack Hull had carefully removed her dress, and now, raising her slightly, the black-skinned delivery boy unhooked the fasteners of her brassiere and carefully pulled the lacey garment away, tossing it to the floor. Both men grinned in obscene appreciation as they saw for the first time the unbelievable fullness of her rose-tipped white titties. Then, with a conspiratorial smile, they each moved to one side of her to remove the last article of clothing, the delicate lacey sheath of her bikini panties.
Slowly, almost ritualistically, they hooked their fingers into the tight elastic waistband and then eased the flimsy garment gradually down over the full swell of her hips and peeled the material away from the wetly matted mound of red pussy hair nestled like a tiny fire up between her thighs. Unconsciously, Sonia arched her back, trying, in her alcoholic and sex-clouded state, to help them as much as she could. Finally, they pulled the wispy thin panties down the long curving smoothness of her legs until the underwear swung free of her feet. Finally, the garment was tossed onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
It was quite a sight as moving almost simultaneously, the men began to move a set of pink hands and a set of black ones over the softly glistening white curves of her ripely developed young body, sliding their fingers across the satiny flesh of her sloping shoulders, sensuously moving down each arm and then across the thrusting expanse of her naked tits.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn!" the semi-conscious young housewife moaned, her wet tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness of her lips. Her body began to tremble as two pairs of male lips began to nibble lewdly at the berry-like buds of her nipples. Hands and mouths, hot and wet, seemed to be everywhere, surrounding her, sliding across the almost unbearable sensitivity of her erotically tingling skin.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeesssssssss," she groaned uncontrollably. "It feels sooooo gooooooood!"
Carl Gustall moved back then, allowing Jack to continue fondling the nakedly exposed body of the seaman's wife while Carl hurriedly began to undress. In seconds, he was dropping his shorts to reveal his long thick cock, swollen hard with blood, pulsating in eager anticipation. It was even pinker than he was. His cum-congested balls beneath were aching with lust as he motioned for his delivery boy to also undress.
As Jack hastened to obey, the naked grocer forced Sonia's legs wide apart, and with a cry of obscene desire, suddenly buried his face in her softly curling pussy hair. A second later, he fucked his wet tongue deep up inside her wetly heated cunt.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
Tom Fellcimer's wife was half-mad with passion now, making strange guttural noises as she tried to reach the big blond head with her hands, trying to hold him there. She had never experienced such overwhelming excitement in her entire life! She didn't believe it was possible. She could feel Gustall's long wetly licking tongue probing and darting into the nerve-filled recesses of her tingling cunt, could feel him take the lust-hardened bud of her sensitive little pinkened clitoris between his teeth and nibble at it, sending wave after wave of lewd pleasure shooting through her helplessly writhing young body.
The young black delivery boy quickly finished undressing, and even Carl had to stare in disbelief. He knew the kid worked faithfully with his weights and his powerful black body gleamed in the soft morning light through the pink curtains of the bedroom as he came back to the bed to join the naked couple already there. But the unexpected was the size of his huge rigidly thickened cock, which was swaying stiffly like a steel crane. His balls bulged tightly beneath as he took the drugged young housewife's wildly trembling legs and spread them wider apart so that his grocer boss could return to burrowing his mouth and tongue even deeper into the gorgeous woman's gaping red-hair-rimmed cuntal hole.
Sonia Fellcimer's mind and senses were reeling in a whirlpool of passion and forbidden desire. Flames of lewd pleasure rose searingly between her splayed thighs as Carl's tongue probed deeper and deeper into the. sweetly throbbing heat of her starved pussy. Her arms flailed wildly and her hips churned violently in alcohol-spurred lust as she shamelessly offered up her secret flesh to anyone who would take it.
"Deeper! Stick your tongue in deeper!" she begged over and over again, scarcely believing the erotic sensations that enveloped her from head to foot when her grocer grasped the sensitive shaft of her clitoris between his teeth and tongue and rolled it salaciously around in his mouth. Suddenly, she was groaning loudly in disappointment as a cool rush of air passed over her wildly excited pussy. Oh God! Carl Gustall had pulled away just as she was reaching for a climax!
The younger man, Jack Hull, however, continued to hold the slightly drunken young housewife's legs wide apart while the vengeful grocer quickly repositioned himself in the sixty-nine position over Sonia's exposed nakedness so that he straddled her face with his knees. With an obscene moan of hunger, he buried his face once more in the succulent moist warmth of her pussy.
The beautiful cheating wife of Tom Fellcimer felt something brush across her face and opening her eyes, saw Carl Gustall's huge swollen prick with its lewd darkened veins only inches from her delicate lips. The startled woman gasped at the size of it, almost crying out in fear as he once more fucked his tongue hotly down, sliding it inside her maddingly throbbing pussy. But then, driven wild by the erotic sensations, she curled her hands greedily in between the widower's legs and reached for his thickly pulsating rod of male flesh. Raising her head, she ovaled her mouth wide and encircled it with the heated warmth of her lips, trying to draw its entire length into her lust-hungry mouth.
Finally pulling it inside, Sonia began to suck on his blood-pinkened prick eagerly, as a child sucked on a peppermint lollipop, running her tongue feverishly up and down the soft underside, over the veins like guitar strings, thrilling as it throbbed and pulsed to her oral ministrations. Tiny fires kept exploding with blinding ferocity in her brain as Gustall began to fuck his hotly throbbing shaft in and out of the soft wet heat of her buttery mouth in unison with the strokes of his tongue fucking in and out of her cunt below.
Suddenly, the over-sexed seaman's wife began to gasp and make little animal-like sounds. There was a fresh, even stronger burst of pleasure in her cuntal hole, resounding waves of an obscene passion that crashed inside her churning cunt like a tempestuous ocean in a storm. Her lips and tongue stopped their greedy sucking of the grocer's long thick pink cock as she felt her climax raging toward a fiery threshold. When she stopped sucking, however, Carl pulled his mouth away. Immediately getting the message and surrendering to the onslaught of a mindless passion, the quivering young housewife began to suck the hotly throbbing thickness of his lust-bloated cock with all her might.
Her beautiful cheeks hollowed and swelled, and her belly rose and fell frantically as her abdominal and cuntal muscles pulled at his tongue. A violent explosion was beginning deep inside of her womb, and in the next moment it happened! Her orgasm erupted! It exploded in blinding, searing flashes of uncontrollable pleasure. At the same time, because of her increased sucking, Carl, too, reached orgasm and suddenly, hot gushes of his foaming sperm spurted into the voraciously sucking young housewife's mouth.
"Uuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" the stocky grocer groaned into Sonia's wetly convulsing cunt. "Aaaa aaaaannnnnnnngggggggghhhhhh! Suck, you bitch! Take it all! Suck! Suck!"
It seemed like ages later when their passion began to abate. Carl pulled away from the lovely woman, collapsing on the bed near the exhausted young housewife. Sonia lay half-unconscious, trying to control the quivering in her legs, feeling as if she was enveloped in a soft cocoon of darkness and warmth, calming her, and allowing her to drift off into a pleasant state of unknowing peace. Dimly, she heard Carl speak.
"Okay. Jack! It's your turn, pal! Show her a little bit about how the young men do it now days, huh?"
Jack needed no urging after watching everything up to this point with frantic anticipation. Grinning lewdly, he began to run his hands over the sweat-streaked body of the ravishing redhead as he knelt between her widely stretched legs. Carl watched with lewd interest, excited by the contrast of the black-skinned delivery boy's muscular body against the unblemished whiteness of Sonia Fellcimer's slender frame. He smiled softly to himself, certain that by the time his delivery boy got through with her, too, and she regained consciousness from her drunken and sexual stupor, she would be so ashamed and humiliated at what she had so carelessly brought upon herself that she would never, ever cheat on her husband again and certainly not pick on the delivery boy if she did! Because if she did, he vowed, he would surely go to Tom. . . .
While the grocer searched for the bathroom, intending to take a fast shower for himself, Sonia lay on the bed and submitted willingly to the ministrations of the powerful young man's hands as he massaged and kneaded every inch of her naked flesh, her thighs, her hips, her proud, cherry-topped tits. Her nipples blushed redder, it seemed, and then hardened once more as Jack Hull cupped the ivory fullness of her tits between his two huge palms, making ripples of new desire tingle through her alcohol-woozied nervous system. She found herself opening her emerald eyes so that she could watch the gentleness of the boy who was now giving her so much pleasure. He handled her tits like basketballs.
It took a moment for her beautiful eyes to focus, and then she saw him over the swelling curves of her titties. She saw his hands, the big powerful shoulders and chest and the glistening ebony darkness of his skin. She hadn't realized fully that this was, after all, what she had been after in the first place. He looked so different without his clothes on. The heavy white shirt he usually wore hid a multitude of manly muscles and, apparently, self-confidence. Perhaps too much self-confidence and for a moment she was terrified, terrified of his strangeness, his darkness, but then, in the next second, her fears washed away by another wave of ecstasy as his hands moved down her body to cup the raised triangular mound up between her legs. He sat at her side now while his hands caressed and molded the sparse hair-covered mound between her legs as if he were trying to change its shape.
The beautiful love-starved sea-widow stared in fascination at the unexpectedly broad expanse of Jack's flawlessly muscled back, watching the hard flesh ripple as he moved. Then, as he moved his black hands tenderly down her sensitive white inner thighs, she threw her head back moaning, closing her eyes once more, and reveling in the delicious sensations that raced through her sex-crazed body.
"Don't. . . don't be afraid, Mrs. Fellcimer," he murmured strangely and certainly unnecessarily.
She thought maybe he was the one who needed reassurance and started to answer him. She wanted to tell him that all she wanted was for him never to stop giving her such exciting pleasure with his warm gentle hands, but no words came because a new wave of trembling desire began to rush through her. Instinctively she reached out her hands and began to explore the virile delivery boy's powerful body. She caressed the furry hardness of his muscled chest, the rippling washboard muscles of his stomach, and then Finally down until her hands touched the wiry curls of black pubic hair. In the next moment, her fingers enclosed the gigantic throbbing black shaft that rose from the center of his loins.
My God! she thought in her alcoholic delirium. I'll never be able to take that huge thing inside of me. And there was no doubt that for nineteen years old, it was enormous! Uncertain as she was, though, she couldn't resist touching the massively swollen cock, and she ran her hand up and down the entire length of it, trying to encircle it with her Fingers. And as she scratched her fingernails across the pulsating hardness of his lewdly bloated upward-jutting prick, it seemed to grow even larger, not steadily, but in a series of slightly jerking motions. Finally, the young housewife couldn't wait any longer.
"Jack," she pleaded. "Do it to me, honey! I want you to come into me with that. . . that gorgeous...Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh! Do it, please! Pleeeeaaaassssee!"
While she was still speaking, the black-skinned delivery boy began to slide over on top of her wantonly writhing body and position himself between her open thighs. Arching her hair-covered cunt hungrily up to meet him, Sonia spread her legs wide, drew her knees up until they touched her tits, and tried to open herself as wide as possible to accept his thick lust-rigid prick that he was slowly lowering toward her wetly pulsing cuntal hole. Reaching down with her hands, she began to guide him into her, a mixture of fear and desire rippling through her entire being.
"You're...it's so big!" she almost laughed nervously. "I'm afraid! I'm afraid I can't take it!" Suddenly she remembered his words about not being afraid. That was why he had said them, she realized. Every girl he had ever fucked had probably cowered before the size of his cock! Her words had come tumbling out almost incoherently as she tried momentarily to stop him, herself, but it was too late. The long-frustrated delivery boy was not going to let her go now!
"Don't worry, Mrs. Fellcimer," he grinned down at her. "I won't hurt you, but I don't want to disappoint you either. This party was on your invitation, wasn't it?"
He then lowered himself with the aid of her trembling hands until the smooth rubbery head of his blood-engorged cock touched the moistly heated layers of sensitive flesh up between her legs. She felt the long hard shaft begin to part her quivering cuntal slit and insinuate its way between the widely stretched lips of her pussy already lubricated by the flowing juices of her shamelessly aroused body.
The Merchant Marine's wife groaned, for her entire insides seemed to be stretching and expanding to receive the delivery boy. There wasn't much pain at First, just a straining belt of tightness spreading through her loins. But then it began to hurt her.
"No! Noooooo!" she cried in agony. "I can't stand it! It's too much! Nooooooo!"
"Hey! I gotta break in here because Jack Hull looks like he's gonna fall through his chair over there. If you remember, it ain't Jack telling this tale but Carl Gustall, and frankly, between you and me, I think he's spreading it on a bit thick. However, that ain't my business. Tom can't be a complete idiot!"
Anyway Sonia Fellcimer screamed in pain over and over again, twisting and writhing beneath him as though he were impaling her with a meat cleaver instead of only his lust-hardened cock. Then just when she thought it would never end, the pain gradually subsided and was replaced with a renewed flood of lustful desire. Jack fucked his pulsating hardness with its marble-like veins deeper into her under-used cunt, but so slowly that the increase was almost imperceptible, and the pain that would have otherwise been torturous was erased by the hot slippery liquids oozing from the walls of Sonia's frantically aroused pussy.
Just the same, the huge over-sized cock was too monstrous for her...he had hoped it would be different with a grown woman...and Jack found that he was unable to completely bury his lust-swollen prick all the way down into her straining cuntal cavity. When he found that he had probed as far as he could go up into her belly, there still remained almost two inches of his long rod of lewdly inflated flesh outside of her.
The impaled young housewife held her knees spread apart as far as possible and raised her hips even higher, desperately trying to absorb more of his huge black cock, but it was no use. It would take several times, and Sonia made it an iron clad rule not to let a man at her more than once!
Jack remained motionless for a few seconds, allowing her inexperienced body to become accustomed to something of this huge size skewering into her hungering cunt, but she began to claw at his back, pleading for him to move within her.
"Oh, please fuck me now, Jacky! Now! I want you to fuck me right now! Pleeeeaaaassssse!" Her words spurred him immediately into action. With a deep-throated grunt he began to thrust himself into her with great powerful strokes. She strained and squirmed against his thickened hardness as it pounded relentlessly deeper and deeper up into her lewdly arching body.
"Aaaaaannnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" she wailed with a strange mixture of agony and masochistic passion. "You're splitting me apart, but I loooooowwwwvee it!" Her cry filled the bedroom as his great glistening black body, dripping with sweat, began fucking his long rigid prick in and out of the burning heat of her cunt.
It was just about this time that Carl reappeared again from taking a shower, dressed in one of Tom's robes that he had found hanging in the bathroom. It was really just draped over his shoulders and would never encircle his girth, of course, but he wore it back into the bedroom so he could put his clothes on while watching what was going on with Sonia and Jack. For awhile he just stood against the door frame, watching with lewd excitement as Jack, crying lustily with throaty animal noises, mercilessly fucked his enormously throbbing black cock down into the ivory white body beneath him. The voyeuristic grocer felt his own lust rising again as he watched the salacious spectacle taking place before his eyes. Finally, he began to stroke himself, leaning against the door frame, as the cries and moans from the bed drove him into a near frenzy of passion. The pressure mounted in his body as he closed his eyes and listened to the erotic screams of the flailing young housewife.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Sonia cried in ecstasy. "I'm cumming! I'm cuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!"
As she ground her convulsing devouring wet cunt tight up into the loins of the violently fucking delivery boy, Jack began to shake with excitement as he, too, reached the climax of his lust. With a roar of triumphant release, he began to buck his muscular black young body with even greater force, suddenly spurting his hot liquid sperm far up into the feverishly thrashing redheaded housewife's quivering belly. On and on the thrusting orgasm came, and Jack grunted in a mindless pleasure as a seemingly endless flow of male seed shot out like bullets from his gargantuan nineteen year old prick. Finally, as he watched the end of his orgasm, he collapsed upon the trembling body of the twice-fucked woman beneath him.
Carl stood away from the door frame and the robe fell off his shoulders. "Come on, woman," he half chuckled, half grunted. "Show me what you're worth, baby!"
Whether Sonia was still too dazed by alcohol or sex or both to do anything else but obey his every command or whether she just couldn't resist another round, he couldn't say, but she crawled out from under the limp and cooperative delivery boy and got off the bed only to drop to her knees on the floor of the burly grocer. She took his semi-erect, lust-hardening prick deep into her mouth in long tantalizingly slow thrusts of her gorgeous red head with its curls of golden flame cascading around her nakedly exposed form. With each lewd bob, her wet tongue encircled his pulsating blood-engorged length like a twisting snake.
Carl Gustall's ample hips were pumping back and forth in time with her buttery mouth. His own mouth was open, sucking air into his lungs. His eyes were half-closed, glazed, his hands reaching beefily down to try to grab Sonia's titties. He loved it and only meant to punish her more. He did not understand, after all they had put her through, how she could still be so greedy!
The red-haired housewife, however, only concentrating on sucking his enormous white cock. She had one hand between his legs, feeling his hairiness on her wrist and the back of her hand, cupping his scrotum, manipulating his balls. The other hand was wrapped snugly around the base of his lewdly bloated shaft.
Carl's breath finally caught. He didn't expect too much of her, mind you. He warned her in a miserable groan, because he was still human, after all, and didn't want to see it come to an end.
"I. . . I'm gonna cum!" he told her, expecting her to pull away.
Instead, Sonia moved her head faster, her wide open pink lips taking more and more long, hard, wet inches of his aching veined member into her hungry throat.
Carl didn't know much what was happening. He groaned again, a tremulous thrill-packed sound, and muttered, "Let me feel your tits!"
Obediently, the missing seaman's wife shifted her position on the floor and raised herself so that he could reach and grasp one of her magnificent white tits. He squeezed her flesh hard, then moaning and gasping ecstatically, he ejaculated his creamy hot semen into the voracious redhead's suctioning mouth. Sonia knew he was cumming. She could tell by the swelling and increased throbbing of his lust-rigid cock in her sensitive mouth. Besides, he had warned her so she was not taken entirely by surprise. When the first spurt of his white-hot sperm jetted into her mouth, she did not gag or pull off him. Instead, she fastened her lips tighter around his pounding lust-swollen hardness and lashed her tongue wetly about in the sticky immersion of hot flowing sperm.
Carl Gustall's face grew taut and twisted with the intensity of his enjoyment, and a low animal growl rattled in his throat. The veins stood out in his red neck and forehead as he threw his head back and closed his blue eyes. Finally he pushed Sonia's beautiful red head away with unwilling hands and dropped to the bed beside the staring delivery boy.
"Christ Almighty!" he told her, lying there panting, "Christ, can you ever suck cock!"
The lovely housewife had swallowed her grocer's massive output of cum. She had obviously swallowed it without second thought. Now she staggered up from the floor and threw herself to rest across the end of the bed.
But now Jack had begun to swell into hardness again. Sonia missed the sight of his bloating black cock as she threw herself onto her back and stretched like a cat stretches after a tense dream chasing mice. She didn't miss it long. Before she knew what was happening, he had placed it between her tits. The emerald eyes opened and glittered with amusement and affection. Pressing her voluptuous tits together with the palms of her hands, she held him there obscenely massaging him between the soft white mounds until at long last she felt him growing completely rigid again.
Finally she released his responding swollen shaft and slipped down between his legs, shoving her pussy lewdly forward so that he could feel the heat of her passion. She was a glutton for punishment or persistence, one or the other. She rubbed hard and fast against him as he continued to grow lewdly and felt his hands at her titties, squeezing them until she wanted to cry out. She slid up higher on him until she could rub her wet cuntal lips over the hot, slippery, rubber-like head of his blood-filled cock. It was pink in spite of the black skin, she marveled. Lowering her head so that her gorgeous red and gold glistening curls fell forward at each side of her face, she looked down and watched his lust-engorged shaft easing up into the hair-trimmed hole between her legs. It disappeared slowly up inside the entire lust-rigid length of it like a thick log being swallowed up in the flames of a furnace.
It was considerably easier this time. She couldn't really tell, but she thought a great deal more of it went in than before. Of course, she was on top of him now. She turned over so that now the delivery boy was on top of her. Then she lunged upward, pressing her pelvis desperately hard against his, his stone-hard cock traveling a little farther again inside of her. It was a slow train in a long tunnel. The way the train was jerking along, it would never make it, at least not this time, and according to Sonia's iron-clad policy, that meant never. She twisted and swiveled frantically as he fucked it into her, slapping his belly against hers with each violent thrust he made between her thighs. Supporting himself with a hand'at each side of her head, he bent forward so he could kiss and lick and suckle her pure white titties.
There was still some pain involved for the beautiful Sonia Fellcimer, but it was lost in the unwanted lust that came over her, increasing in intensity until it swelled in her throat and reached the exploding point. Then all at once, everything peaked, his orgasm and hers simultaneously. She flung herself upward in a vicious arc, slamming her pelvis against him, once, twice, three times, and held herself there, moaning wildly as his creamy sperm splattered hotly in her hungering womb and the world exploded behind her tightly clenched, lash-hidden, emerald eyes.
The room quieted as her moans subsided gradually into silence, and there was only the wetly sucking sound of Jack Hull withdrawing his flaccid prick from between her legs and rising from the bed. From his spot against the door frame, Carl suddenly became aware that the seaman's wife had fainted from exhaustion, her arms and legs spread obscenely out on the bed as though she were a rag doll, tossed by a child in restless sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
After Carl Finished talking I found myself thinking a lot of stupid questions that Fd never ask, like whether they revived her before they got dressed and went back to work or whether they took showers or whether they had a cup of coffee. Now that I look back I believe the reason such silly things popped into my head was because I thought they had hung around too long. If they had been silly enough to hang around that long, why not hang around the rest of the afternoon? In other words, I thought they had done a stupid thing to hang around for a second go when we were all gathered here in this walnut room, around this square coffee table, to defend our innocence against a woman, a situation, whatever, into which we did not get entangled willingly and from which we tried to escape at the earliest possible opportunity. We had to all hang together or hang separately as old Patrick would have said. I ain't sure that's really true, but that's the way I felt. Carl had betrayed the brotherhood of innocents around that table. We had to band together and say the same thing: it was all her fault! It couldn't very well be her fault one day and someone else's fault another day, I reasoned. She was either a whore or she wasn't! If she was a whore, then all of us were dupes. That was our case before her cuckolded husband, or we had no case: we were all dupes!
Suddenly I realized that there was a loophole by which Carl's story might be saved for the defense. "Carl, did you ask her to come suck your cock when you was standing by the door?" I didn't care if he answered. I just wanted to remind Tom Fellcimer of that part of the story because I remembered Carl had not mentioned asking her. Sonia had been the aggressor even here, I wanted to state loud and clear.
Whatever Carl had to say, he opened his mouth, but it was not his voice we heard. Jack Hull not only recalled the story, but he also recalled what had happened, naturally. Apparently his anger was too much for him and broke through his cowering like a stone through plate glass.
"What for, you white bastard," he cried, "you say I put my cock between her tits?" He pronounced "tits" as "teets."
"Uh," Carl grunted, closing his mouth.
"Yessssss," Jack affirmed, glowering at all of us. "He asked her to put his prick in her mouth that second time, but I didn't put my cock between her tits. She put it there herself! And also!" Jack raved, banging the flat of his palm on the table so that even the five hundred bill jumped. "I ain't that big no how! What for your say I'm that big, Mr. Gustall?" Jack asked him then, deep hurt in his voice.
"It don't matter none. It really don't matter none, Jack," Tom Fellcimer said gently. "Let's not have no fights and spoil the evening now, okay? Ain't you guys hungry?" he asked, looking around suddenly as though he wondered why we hadn't asked to be fed. Christ, the peanuts were all gone long ago!
"Yeah, Tom," I spoke up. "Now that you mention it, the old stomach's rumbling away!" For some reason I felt on top of things, really on top. I had had quite a bit to drink, of course. I laughed. Jovially.
Carl was looking at Jack Hull with a kind of wounded animal expression, but if Tom said it didn't matter, then I was willing to believe it. After all, Tom held the cards and was making the rules tonight. Christ, all we were was checkers on the red squares, I guess.
Tom pushed his chair away from the table. "I'll go get some sandwiches," he said.
"Bring a deck of cards," I suggested, more on top of it than ever. He smiled and disappeared down the stairs again.
The minute he was gone, Carl leaned toward Jack. "Listen, Jack, I'm sorry I got any details wrong. I wasn't thinking of what happened. I was thinking about what I should tell. This dude is her husband, you know. And you're right," he continued, getting something in before Jack could object again. "I should have made a point, a special point, that she was the one who put your prick between her tits. I didn't notice that mistake." He smiled broadly at his delivery boy.
He smiled warmly, fatherly. "Glad you brought it up. Just might have saved the day, Jacky, my boy," he said grandly. You gotta hand it to old Gustall, I thought. He's sure willing to give a man his pride.
"I ain't no boy. I'm nineteen," Jack mumbled, almost incoherently. He didn't want to be handed anything right now, even pride. He had stood on his own two feet with Carl and Tom a little while ago. He kind of liked that feeling of grabbing for himself.
"Uh...say," I asked then, not of anyone in particular. "What do you guys think this is all about? Anyone got any ideas?"
"What I think," Carl said, "is that the guy is just a masochist. Here he is thousands of miles out to sea, and his wife is sleeping with every Tom, Dick, or Harry that walks under her window. . . . "
"And he wants to know about it?" Jacky asked.
"Sure," Carl resumed. "That way he can lie out there, rolling on his bunk and feel sorry for himself. That's what masochists do," he said, sounding teacherly now.
"Paranoid," the dentist suddenly spoke. He had hardly been heard from at all. "Someone who enjoys feeling sorry for himself is a paranoid," he explained and shut his mouth again.
"What's the difference?" Carl challenged him.
"If he is enjoying pain while he listens right now, he is a masochist, I believe," Dr. Benson explained, trying not to sound overly authoritative.
"He sure don't look like he's suffering none," Roy Caroll interjected."
"Christ, no!" I added.
Carl sighed. "The subtle difference escapes me," he said. "Anyway, what difference does it make what it's called? It's what he's doing and why he's doing it that matters. It don't make much difference what the name is."
I saw Dr. Benson's eyebrow pop up, wrinkling his forehead, but he said nothing.
Then I brought up my own idea again. I thought I had mentioned it before, but maybe I hadn't. "They like to tell stories out there," he said. "They ain't got much else to do."
"You think he's picking up stories to tell himself?" Carl asked.
"On his own wife?" Jack piped in, full of disbelief.
"He don't have to say it's his wife," I said reasonably. "If they gamble on the stories and the stakes are high, he might not care whose story he tells. I ain't never been at sea. I don't know what goes on out there or what happens to a man's insides. Christ, the older I get, the more I believe," I mumbled, trying to figure out in my own head if Tom Fellcimer really would tell a story on his own wife for a lousy few hundred bucks. Christ, we'd all told stories on ourselves for a lousy five hundred, hadn't we? But your own wife? It was no use. I couldn't decide if it was realistic or not. I'd have to be out there, rocking on the waves, with the money laid down on the table like it was here, to know just what I'd tell on my wife and what not. Christ, I realized, I sure wouldn't win no bets on what my wife did!
It was quiet around the table I suddenly noticed. I turned to Dr. Benson boldly. "Say, pal," I asked. "How come you're in on this if you ain't filled the little lady's panties yet?" A strained smile crept across his face, but it didn't do anything. His mouth didn't open to answer. The smile just stayed there until he looked back down at his hands. I was trying to decide whether to pursue the question, whether to press him to answer, when Roy suddenly spoke up with an excited rasp in his voice.
"Hey, I got it, man!" he exclaimed, grinning still to himself because the joke was inside him and hadn't yet been shared. "Course he got to get stories from us to tell the buddies he ships with, man. He just tells them it was him that had that little adventure, that's all. Maybe he don't say it was his own wife. Maybe he says it was some other dame!" He paused, but it was easy to tell from the explosive look on his black face that he hadn't told the best of what he thought yet!
"Christ, I'll bite," I told him, half smiling, wondering whether to anticipate a serious idea or a joke. "With a hot ass like that for a wife, why's he need us?"
"Yeah," Jack Hull spoke up. "He can make his own stories, pears to me!"
"Just maybe he can't now," Roy Caroll said more quietly. He leaned across the table and spoke in a very low voice to be sure nothing could be heard down the stairway. "I've heard tell of cases where a guy can't fuck! You all know that!"
"God," Carl rasped, flustered and guilty. "That ain't nothing to grin about, Roy!"
"Well, the only way I can grin," Roy amended, "was that I thought of the idea but didn't really believe it was true."
My head was spinning. I hadn't thought of that but it was certainly possible from everything I knew. It would account for a lot of things, too. After all, it seemed kind of stupid when you thought about it that a man would go into the Merchant Marine when he had a hot-assed wife at home like Sonia. It was kind of brainless to expect her to be faithful. A guy didn't expect to be faithful to nobody when he went into the service. That was the way it was! But with a woman, it's got to be different. There's a time for a woman to be hot and a time to be cold and she'd better figure out which is when, as far as I could see. My wife had. Of course, I ain't never been away.
"There's nothing wrong with Tom," Dr. Benson spoke out. The mouse that roared, I thought to myself.
"How do you know?" Roy asked, a mischievous look on his smiling face so the doc wouldn't take offense, I suspect. "You see his tonsils and think they're his balls?" Christ, we all had to laugh. Even the dentist had to chuckle a bit. The laughter was good. It loosened things up considerably. We were able to joke with each other and forget the serious stuff for a while. We were in good spirits when Tom returned with a platter of sandwiches and two more bottles of whiskey under his arm. There was also another bag of ice even though the other ice hadn't melted yet.
"Well," Tom said, setting the platter down on top of the five hundred dollar bill. "It's finally beginning to sound like a party up here."
Strange as it may seem, Tom's remark set off another round of howls among us. I don't think we were really laughing because anything was funny, though, as because we had been so tense and worried. We were blowing off steam, you might say. And when I thought about it, I realized that what made it so easy to laugh now was because all of us had finished our. . . our...self-condemnations, so to speak. The stories were all told. Funny thing, too, with five hundred dollars in the kitty, I don't think a single one of us had yet tried to evaluate our own or anyone else's story in relationship to our own.
We sat around munching sandwiches with not a hell of a lot to say after that. What do you talk about with a man whose wife you've fucked after you've told him about it and he doesn't say nothing? Huh? Carl had a few things to say to Jack about things they mustn't forget to do in the store first thing in the morning. It didn't sound terribly important or unusual. It sounded like something they did every morning anyway, but maybe the big grocer couldn't bear the silence just then. Roy dragged a pad of paper and pencil out of his pocket at one point and scribbled some numbers on it, adding or subtracting, as if his mind was busy on his shop, too.
I don't know how the dentist could eat through so much silence, especially after all he had heard, but he did. I couldn't help wondering if his cock had stirred up all during the stories or, I thought maliciously, if his defense of Tom's manliness had had something personal in it! I didn't think they were gay or nothing. I didn't think so!
The bottle made the rounds twice more before we finished eating. I was sure as hell glad I didn't have to tell nothing now! Christ, I couldn't have described it straight no matter how vivid the memory! We Finally all threw our dirty napkins on the emptied sandwich platter and sat back. I took out another cigar. Jack suprised the shit out of Carl, I noticed, by taking out a cigarette.
"You smoke, Jack?" Carl asked, hurt. He sounded like a father who meets his single, pregnant daughter coming down to breakfast. It's the first time he noticed. You fuck, dear? he'd ask his daughter. I burst out roaring with my private joke. They all thought I was laughing at Jack's smoking and Carl's question, I suppose. Nobody asked me for any explanations.
Tom took the platter of dirty napkins out of the room, not downstairs, but into the place he got the coffee table at first. I found myself wondering if Tom's gorgeous little wife was downstairs, was waiting for him. Did she know what was going on over her head? She had to know something was going on that was suspicious. Then it hit me for the first time that the only way he could know about us was from her. Maybe, though, for want of a priest, she had confessed to her dentist. I studied the dentist out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't old enough to be her father or young enough to be her brother, I didn't think. There wasn't the slightest resemblance between them. If he had been the one to tell Tom about us, how did he find out? He wasn't my dentist. I never told him nothing. No one else coulda ratted on me because no one else knew. Maybe Fellcimer had some kind of secret tape recorder in the house, but them things didn't work for months at a time! Maybe when a guy sat on the couch, he sat on a button that turned the recorder on! There'd have to be another one for the bed, then. Young Jacky Hull, lying on the bed, had unwittingly stuck his elbow onto the on button! Ha! Ha! That didn't explain doing it on the floor, though. Oh, hell! What absurd ideas. No. Sonia Fellcimer had told her husband, had named names, probably not all the names either. Why did she have to pick on me?
Christ, maybe the whore was already dead! Maybe he'd killed her after she had confessed! He sure didn't look guilty of murder, though. He didn't look guilty of anything! He could have been at a birthday party, for all the guilt he showed! Christ, the guy's mood was one of elation, nothing else.
Maybe she was downstairs wondering what he was going to do about it all. Maybe she'd come up to eavesdrop, but she had to be at least numb! Yeah, no doubt she was sitting downstairs feeling sorry for herself, wondering how this unbelievable nightmare had all begun for her. Who blames himself for anything?
And as far as Fellcimer himself was concerned, had he begun to feel excited, almost, at the thought of her slenderly curving white body being subjected to the lewd assaults of all these cunt-teased men? Had he fucked her since he'd learned about her affairs? I could just see her falling into his arms, begging forgiveness. Christ, if there was any pride in the man at all, there had to have been a chill of revulsion run through him when he touched her. Of course, times were changing. People were changing, I mused.
Tom returned and took his place again at the head of the table.
"Guess it's my turn," he said brightly. We all looked up, astonished.
"Your turn for what;" I asked innocently.
"For a story," he said. "I wouldn't make you guys tell a story without throwing in one myself!"
We kind of all looked at each other, shocked and numbed. But we were forgetting, weren't we, that Tom's story didn't have to be about his wife and himself, the same as we'd told. He launched right in.
"I got home last Friday night," he said. "That wasn't too bad this time. Only three months at sea. Sometimes it's longer." Everyone was holding his breath, bent forward toward Tom, waiting to find out just what he was going to tell and about whom. Me, I settled back in my chair finishing my cigar. I could have told them. Maybe because I was the oldest one there and not surprised by nothing any more, I could have told them all!
She was happy to see him, of course. After three months, she felt like a young bride.
Let me break in here to remind you that I ain't telling this story. He's telling it, and if he still thinks she felt like a young bride after finding out all that she'd been doing since he was away...well, maybe he's a kook of some kind! I don't know!
After the excitement of seeing each other again, after the tears, obviously the first thing they were going to do was express their love for each other. Obviously. So they went into the bedroom together, and slowly, just the way he liked it, she took off her clothes. And while she was doing that, he did the same thing. In spite of the fact that their eyes were locked with love, glittering like the jewels they resembled, amber and emerald, he was still able to see her roundly sculpted young body gleaming milk-white in the strong overhead light. He could sense many things, like her desire to make love to her husband as never before. She moved to the nightstand by the bed, reached down, and snapped on the dimmer, single bulb of a lamp. Then she flipped the switch by the door and the three overhead bulbs went black at once.
Then the naked young wife waited, posing provocatively, tossing her red curls in the same way a horse often tosses his mane. He admired her firm tits, high and thrusting. Finally Tom Fellcimer called to this beauty among women, his voice thick with desire. At once a thrill of happiness coursed through her, and she felt even more strongly than she ever had before that her
Merchant Marine husband loved her truly and deeply ....just as she loved him! She walked slowly to the bed, then stopped as Tom got up from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting for a moment and came to her, his lean, hard-muscled, seaman's body completely naked. Gently he took her into his hungry arms.
"Ooooohhhhh, my darling," he whispered warmly. "I love you so much! I think I ought to go A.W.O.L., darling, and we'll escape somewhere somehow and be together for always."
As usual, though it was just a game between them, she almost cried out with joy at his tender words, his loving wishes. He loved her as no woman had ever been loved, she was certain. Shivers ran through her warm curvaceous body as her dear husband ran his fingers lightly across the sensitive hardness of her strawberry-pink nipples. Glancing down in the soft light of the bedside lamp, Sonia could see that his long thick love-swollen prick was swelling upwards still more in hot anticipation. In the next moment he pulled her fiercely against him, crushing her softly trembling tits against his chest. He began to scrape his fingernails across the tingling surface of her smooth back. His rigidly lust-thickened cock pressed against her naked body as he began to flex his hips suggestively back and forth.
With much merry laughing, the beautiful red-haired housewife reached down and grasped his hotly throbbing hard-veined shaft in her delicate hands and began to pull him teasingly toward the bed.
"Ooooohhhhh, come, my darling! My wonnnnnderful lover," she murmured. "Come and make love to me!"
There was no mistaking the sweet, light happiness in her beloved voice, and Tom knew once again that if he had ever made any mistakes in his life, marrying Sonia was not one of them. He had entered the Merchant Marines before meeting her. Perhaps that had been a mistake, although so far they had managed to make do. And right now, after dreaming of it for three months, he was going to give her the screwing of her life, the way she liked it, tapping that deep flowing sensual current with which he was so familiar and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. He smiled beatifically to himself ( while telling the story! ), knowing that when he made love to her, he could make himself last as long as he wanted, something he could not do with any other woman he knew of. He had a big lusty cock, and he knew how to use it! Indeed he did!
"Oh, Tom, fuck me! Please fuck me, darling!" his excited wife pleaded hungrily, her emerald eyes gleaming with lust. "Show me how much you love me!"
"I'll show you, Sonia," he replied. "God, will I ever show you how I love you!" And he would, too. He always had.
Then while embracing his wife tightly, Tom Fellcimer eased her down to the bed. They kissed. They kissed deeply, their nakedly exposed bodies pressed tightly, and desire rose between them with an incredible urgency. Their hands began excitedly exploring each other's sensitively pulsing flesh. For a moment, Tom pulled away, openly admiring the cream-whiteness of her skin, especially as contrasted with the deeply tanned skin he always came home with. Her curly red hair cascaded around them like little tongues of flame, and her emerald eyes always drove him wild with desire. He had bought her a large emerald ring for their engagement. They dared take it from the bank, though, only when he was home to protect it. How lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife, not only because she turned him on, but because she could turn any man on, making him doubly proud of her!
"My darling," she whispered. "Oh, my darling!" Her large, firmly rounded titties gleamed provocatively in the soft light from the lamp, and as he watched, she cupped the smoothly rounded flesh in her hands, squeezing it softly, a warm smile playing on her ruby lips.
He let his hand trail lovingly up her long tapering leg until it reached the hairy crack up between her thighs. At once she spread her legs wide, offering her flaming mound to him willingly. Deftly the muscular young seaman slipped his extended middle finger into the warm little mouth of her hungering cuntal sheath and slowly snaked it up inside the gently pulsing hole, widening the muscles, moving deeper and deeper, as though he were probing for another precious stone. At the same time, he bent down and began to nibble and suck at her rosy strawberry-colored nipples.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh," she sighed as waves of erotic warmth cascaded over her body. It was so very wonderful to finally have her husband in her arms again after three long months of waiting and longing and dreaming and anticipation. Nobody knew how to make her respond the way her husband did. Nobody!
"Tom," she whispered breathlessly. "Oh, Tom!"
As his outstretched finger slipped deeper into her throbbing cuntal sheath with its voraciously sucking hole, Sonia Fellcimer was consumed with ecstasy. His lips played teasingly with the hardening red buds of her tingling tits. She moaned with pleasure and happily, the voluptuous redhead placed her hands directly down between his legs and began to fondle his warmly pulsing prick, which was hard as a rock.
Tom Fellcimer's lips roved hungrily over each of her soft widely set tits, lost in the resilient texture of those large supple mounds. Each teasing bite on her nipples and tits sent shivers of ecstasy through her wantonly twisting body, and the seaman grinned inwardly, knowing that each thrill of pleasure he gave her meant that in spite of his long absences, he was closer to his goal of keeping her, of convincing her to wait for him until he was free. He hoped if he could fuck her as never before she would practically be begging him to stay in bed during his entire leave! Before he had married her, Sonia had been unaware of the depths of her sexuality, and Tom had discovered that once she was aroused there was no stopping her. Perhaps, he sometimes thought, it was just as well he was in the Merchant Marine or they might waste away together from too little food and too much sex, in that order. As it was, her sexuality suited him just fine ....as long as he could keep command of it.
Increasing the activity of his middle finger up between her gentle thighs, Tom lubricated her pussy by his torrid insinuations, and at the same time, Sonia responded fully by gripping his blood-swollen cock expertly so that he was growing wildly aroused and eager. Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew he must not be so quick to satisfy his own lust, no matter how many months it had been. He had to be sure that she had everything she wanted ....everything! Suddenly, he changed position, moving down so that his face was directly over her warmly trembling cunt.
"Tom?" It seemed to her that after being so long away that her husband would have to enter her quickly this first encounter. She gasped, however, as suddenly her husband snaked out his tongue and wetly licked her cuntal flesh lightly. He was making love to her orally just as...who was it? the grocer had done last month. But this was something Tom rarely did though he had told her once that a man's desires, his whims, changed.
The beautiful redhead's heart swelled with happiness, and eagerly she spread her legs as her beloved husband began to run his wet tongue up and down her moistly throbbing pussy, fucking into every fold of her sensitive outer lips and nibbling playfully at the silken strands of glittering golden-red pubic hair that lined her pussy. He found the ultra-sensitive tip of her reddened clitoris and sucked on it until it grew hard, sending excruciating ripples of forbidden delight coursing throughout Sonia's beautiful body.
His voraciously voluptuous young wife, overcome with pleasure, opened her legs wide to allow her husband easy entry and pushed her hips upwards eagerly to press her wetly throbbing pussy into his hot hungry mouth.
Everything fled from her mind. The lascivious affairs with Carl and Jack and Flip and Roy were obliterated. All she could think about, could care about, was her wonderful husband home from the sea and the fantastic way he was making love to her. That was something nobody could take away. That was their precious treasure, their deep and abiding love! She writhed eagerly beneath Tom's madly licking tongue, her hair-rimmed little cunt grinding hard up against his greedy lips, crushing his mouth hard into her slippery wetness.
"Yeeessssssss, oh, yes, Tom! Thank you, my dearest one, thank you! It's wonderful! Lick me, darling! Lick me! Aaaahhhhhhh yeeeeeessssssss, like that! Aaaahhhhhhh!" Tom Fellcimer, trembling like a banner in a south wind, dazed with heat of his own passion, sucked feverishly at her succulent flesh, bringing his writhing young wife closer and closer to orgasm. He felt he could stay hard all night at this rate, and the longer he did, the more his beloved wife would be convinced that he loved her. That's the way a woman was. He knew that. He fucked his tongue as far as he could up into her wetly clasping cuntal hole, rotating it far up inside her hungering cunt and bringing squeal after squeal of lewd delight from her lust-tautened throat.
"Oh, God!" she cried out as her seaman-husband's tongue wiggled wetly like a water-snake up into her wildly excited pussy. "Oooohhh Goooooooooddddddddddddd!"
The abandoned young housewife groaned and twisted beneath her husband's hot slavering mouth, and it was all he could do to keep from crawling on top of her and fucking his painfully throbbing cock to the hilt in her devouring belly. But he wanted to wait, wait until she had her first climax this way, and then he would fuck her properly, bringing her off again and again. Yes, he could wait. By God, she was worth it! Every frustrating second of it!
At that very moment, though, Sonia began to cry out, her senses whipped to a frenzy by Tom Fellcimer's expert tongue-fucking. The wet sluicing sounds his mouth made on her frantically tingling pussy thrilled her even more. Then she groaned once and her body arched up off the bed and stiffened like a board. Her blood roared hotly through her veins and abruptly she was there.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she groaned helplessly. "I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmm miiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!"
Tom Fellcimer redoubled his efforts feverishly, burying his mouth into his lovely red-haired wife's suddenly convulsing pussy. Hungry flames of passion engulfed the wildly thrashing young housewife as his wet tongue induced one of the most incredible climaxes of her life. Her lust-heated cuntal walls dilated and shuddered, squeezing out moist streams of warm orgasmic juices that cascaded over her husband's hungrily sucking lips and long licking tongue. Finally the galvanic release began to ebb, and Sonia sighed deeply as her husband pulled away from her ecstatically quivering pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh! Tom, my love, that was exquisitely lovely. You've never made such wonderful love to me."
"You just don't remember, you poor thing," he started to say.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't call me a 'poor thing!' " she scolded him. "How could I be poor with a husband like you?"
"Well, we aren't really finished yet, you know," he said smiling.
"What...what do you mean?"
Smiling slyly, Tom repositioned himself so that his rigidly throbbing, lewdly bloated hard prick was at the saliva-coated entrance to her cunt. Then, savoring every ripple of delight that ran through him, he slowly sank his lust-engorged shaft into the wetly clasping folds of her thirsty cunt as she groaned in surprise and pleased passion.
"Oh, Tom, I love you! I love you so much!"
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Sonia. Nothing. Now relax, darling, because we're going to go all night."
The redheaded housewife was ecstatic beyond words. Her husband was home! And who could ever love her like he did? He was fucking her now as he had never fucked her before. Each time he came home he got better and better. Deftly, now, he slid his long lust-thickened prick deeply up into her cuntal sheath until the purplish tip of his throbbing cockhead brushed against her spongy cervix, the contact sending an electrifying thrill through both of their bodies.
He loves me, Sonia thought. He truly loves me. But she knew that!
It seemed then to the pretty young housewife, that she had never in her life been so profoundly happy. Her husband arched his muscular body over her perfectly and began to fuck slowly in and out of her hungrily clutching pussy, his rock-hard prick moving snugly against the drenched inner walls. Sonia began undulating her beautiful hips up and down in perfect unison with each stroke he made, and every exciting thrust of their hips seeming to confirm what she already felt. He loved her profoundly.
He settled his body into his lovely wife now, grinding his hips between her open thighs, filling her to bursting, then withdrawing momentarily to penetrate her again, deeper this time, until the head beat rhythmically, relentlessly against her cervix.
"Ooooohhhh, darling Tom, you fuck me so good I could never forget, even if you stayed away for years," she moaned. Her mouth stayed open in her passion now, and she moved her head from side to side. The red hair was becoming damp and stringy.
Tom rotated his hips and his wife moved against them, rotating hers in turn. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip. Her sea-faring husband reached down around her voluptuous hips and cupped her nakedly exposed ass to pull it up closer to his own surging loins. Sonia Fellcimer was filled with an insane pleasure, a bliss anymore, nothing existed of the long months behind, only Tom's huge, impaling, blood-Filled cock fucking in and out, in and out, setting her quivering, quaking body on Fire to match the flaming color of her hair!
"Oh, oh, oh, Gooooodddddddd!" she grunted softly as though someone might hear from downstairs.
Tom quickened his fucking strokes then as Sonia's cuntal lips grasped and sucked at his charging hard shaft hungrily, milking it crazily. His soft hairs, his solid, rocky sperm-filled balls offered a pleasing contrast as one tickled and the other slapped against the naked cheeks of her upturned ass. Sonia shrieked in wild abandon as she gave herself up to the lewd, obscene act of a good fucking! Under Tom's tutoring, she had long ago become oblivious to her old moral repressions. All she knew anymore was the overwhelming ecstasy he brought her. She writhed beneath his touch, muscular body, her legs jerking back spasmodically to wrap themselves around his torso, ankles locking behind his back, while he ground his fleshy, lust-hardened cock ever deeper into her greedily devouring young belly. And then she began to lurch from side to side, her face contorted, mouth open wide, in the mindless grip of her great passion. She gasped, panting hard, her tits heaving, and her mewls of pleasure growing to a frenzied cry.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she half-wailed, half-chanted.
Tom felt the warm, sticky fluid of his beautiful wife's beginning orgasm as it rose and spilled into her warm, tight cunt, oozed around his plunging, fucking lewdly swollen shaft, bathing it hotly in its slippery wetness. Oh my God, Tom thought. I had hoped it would be the best she had ever known, and now I'm sure of it!
Christ, me too, he realized, and he felt the boiling sperm in his lewdly inflated balls bubble up and spurt forward, mingling with the juices of his beloved wife, felt it spray the inside of her pussy, felt the incredible tensions of the past few minutes dissolve and disappear in a wildly exploding moment of supreme joy.
Exhausted, the home-coming seaman fell back beside his beautiful red-haired wife on their bed and lay quietly next to her for a few minutes, albeit breathing heavily. His eyes were closed, savoring that for which he had waited three months! And it was good! It had not only been good. It had been the very best...for both of them!
CHAPTER FIVE
Needless to say, when Tom Fellcimer got finished with his story, you coulda heard a pin drop. I coulda sworn no one was even breathing! Everybody's face was sober and maybe a little flushed. I think if then and there Tom had said there was five hundred in this for each of us and thrown enough bills on the table to cover, not one of us woulda so much as budged off our asses to take one. He had cowed us. That's what he had done and not with his prowess but with the sincerity of his feelings. If anyone of us had entertained any idea that Sonia had good reason to cheat because he was a lousy stud, that idea was dead now! Dead as the nail in a horse's hoof! God, I'd of liked to fall through the floor, myself, and not into her waiting arms downstairs, either, the bitch! It was clear to us all that Tom Fellcimer was an alright guy, and hell would freeze over before any of us would do dirt by him again. If that's what he had intended to accomplish with all this, he had certainly succeeded.
I cleared my throat. I read what I needed to read on every face there, not counting Dr. Benson's, of course. "Seems like you earned that five hundred yourself, Tom," I said. Three heads bobbed in agreement, Roy, Jack, and Carl's.
But Tom Fellcimer laughed. "No need to feel that way, you guys. Just split it up if you want. Do you think there's any one of them ought to get it, Harold?" he asked the dentist.
The dentist jutted out his lower lip in a puff of dubiousness. "No," he told the host. He was certainly a man of few words.
"Okay, we'll split it up then," Tom said, reaching for the bill. Then he took out his wallet, and placing it inside, took out part of the sheaf of bills that everyone could see and counted out five one hundreds onto the table. Then he put his wallet back into his pocket and distributed the bills around the table. He placed one in front of the dentist like in front of everyone else. I wondered about it and then, supposing there would be some question about the dentist's inclusion in the group, Tom explained.
"Harold here managed to resist the wiles of the seductress, but as he said, maybe only because she tried it in the dentist chair, which is not particularly comfortable and where his next patient was due to sit in a very few minutes, which hardly allowed the necessary length of time." Tome paused with a gentle smile. "Under such special circumstances, I didn't think you guys would mind if we invited him to the party. Do you?"
Well, what's a guy supposed to say? I mean I wasn't about to tell Tom I thought only those guys who had fucked his wife ought to be allowed into his house to eat his sandwiches and drink his whiskey! Christ, Tom, I thought to myself wryly, how come you let a guy in your door who refused to fuck your wife? What...are you nuts or something, Tom, old pal?
"It's your bread, Mr. Fellcimer," Jack said. Christ, the kid was getting cock-sure of himself all right. I'd never heard him speak up so much in his life. Of course, I had never seen him with so much whiskey under his belt, either. It was beginning to show on all of us, I think. Carl's pale face was beginning to look like paste behind a red nose and red-rimmed eyes. Roy didn't stop grinning at all anymore. I was beginning to think he looked like the Cheshire cat. All you could see was those big white teeth of his and the glitter of gold caps on each side of his mouth. I was real curious about my own appearance, knowing that my eyes get kind of watery when I've had too much to drink, though I don't think I'd reached that stage yet. It took a lot of whiskey to put old Flip off his aim. I'm referring to when I throw the papers, remember? I got too much experience for whiskey to affect that. It takes expertise to throw papers left-handed. Have to. My right hand does the driving and the folding. My left hand throws the paper straight out on the left side of the street and flips it over the car to the right side. Do you understand where I get the name "Flip" now?
Sorry to get off the subject here. Anyway, we was all happy enough to get a hundred dollars each from Tom for fucking his wife. After all, that's about what it amounted to, not the hundred dollars, but the reason we got it. You know, I never thought of it before, but that's the first time it wasn't me paying for the fuck. Crazy, huh? Well, I guess it is, but not crazy by comparison with what happened next, it ain't.
After we was all paid around, you know, after we'd grabbed the c-notes and stuffed them in our own wallets, Carl, who looked like he might fall asleep at any minute, said, "Okay, Tom, thanks for the party and everything." He paused. "Is it over?" He was a mite groggy and wasn't going anywhere very fast anyway. He probably thought he'd better get a head start if he was to make it to the store in the morning.
Roy, who couldn't stop grinning for anything, it seemed, not even to take a drink, poured the last of his whiskey down his teeth and chin.
"Don't be a party poop, Carl," Roy grinned at him. "There's another bottle even after this, I bet." He was holding up a half-emptied bottle, getting ready to pour in the direction of the grocer. Jack, who might be acquiring a backbone but not so much that he could forget who he worked for, got up and positioned the grocer's empty glass under the whiskey as it cascaded down. The kid had a good eye, even with all that whiskey. I got to hand it to him.
"Good job, Jack," I praised. "Here's my glass next." I slid my glass across the table, and Jack obediently held it under the flood of whiskey that the grinning rug cleaner poured forth.
By then Fellcimer had seen the danger of running out of glasses before Roy finished pouring and had gently removed the bottle from Roy's hands. Roy didn't mind a bit. He just grinned on while sitting back down with an off-balance plop into his chair.
Tom smiled all around and then answered some question that by now I could only vaguely recall. I couldn't even have told you that night who had asked it. It seemed to have been asked years before.
"The party hasn't begun yet," Tom announced to our disbelieving ears. "We got to go downstairs for cake and ice cream yet. Whoever heard of a birthday party without cake and ice cream!"
"It isn't necessary," Carl mumbled. He still wanted to get started for that store. There was only eleven hours to get there to open up and it was three blocks away, at least.
"Cut it out, Carl. You got to have coffee or something. You ain't going home like that," I said. "Let's go to Benny's for muffins and coffee!" I suggested, smiling fondly at our generous host, who had gotten us all smashed at his expense. "I'm treating Tom here. The rest of you guys can go fuck! Oops!" I covered my mouth but not in time. Oh hell, I needed coffee, and Benny's was the only place in town open at this hour of the night. If you ever need to know what joint is open in the dark hours, night or morning, ask your newspaper carrier. He's your most rejoya..relyi...reliabubble expert on that sort of thing. Take it from me, Flip Ellis! I glanced at my pal, Tom Fellcimer, to see how he had reacted to my slip-up on advising the guys to fuck. They'd done enough of it in his house, after all! But he didn't seem to notice. He was still looking at everybody with amusement and even affection.
"No, no," he said. "We'll have some good strong coffee right downstairs. We'll even have it before the birthday party, how's that?"
I guess no one, including yours truly, had the guts to ask the guy if his birthday was really today and how old he was if it was. I was only thinking what a hell of a pity we didn't know in time so's we coulda got him a present or something. Anyway, we all scraped away from the table.
"Yeah. Coffee," sputtered Carl, weaving toward the stairs, but Jack was right at his elbow so I didn't worry none. It was amazing, I thought, how the nineteen year old kid there could hold his liquor already. He may have called it quits, though, and no one noticed. Seems I remember that he didn't take any the last round when he was shoving people's glasses under the stream Roy was making of the whiskey.
Well, we got downstairs, and we all had our coffee. It was strong. It was also very good. Carl, ever the grocer, even when drunk, came to when he tasted the coffee.
"Hey, this is damn good," he said, his red-rimmed eyes parting to let a little of the blue out. "What kind is it?" he asked, staring around the kitchen table until he found Tom's handsome face. I noticed while I looked around the table with him that Dr. Benson was missing.
"It's my own blend," Tom said, friendly as ever. "Show you the recipe one of these days."
We all had two cups of the strong rich blend. Myself, I hated to see the alcoholic haze evaporate so easily. On the other hand I wasn't so far gone I didn't realize I had to be in better shape than this in...let's see...I looked at my watch but the hands were too small.
"Eleven twenty-five," Tom told me. He'd watched me squinting at the watch, trying it near my eyes and then farther away, all to no avail.
"Oh, thanks," I told him and took another gulp of the good brew. Eleven-thirty, I thought to myself. Twelve-thirty, one-thirty, two-thirty
"When do you pick up your paper?" he asked as though he could read how I was ticking off the hours inside my head.
"Three, maybe three and a half hours," I told him.
"Oh, plenty of time," he said.
"Yeah," I grinned crookedly, trying to hide my curiosity although I don't know why. I didn't know then, either. 'Time for what?"
"The birthday party," he said with enthusiasm as though he had told us all about it upstairs. Well maybe he had. I could have passed out a while. Who knows?
By the time we had finished the second cup, we were all feeling a little more sober and sane. Yet we all registered surprise when Sonia herself finally wandered into the kitchen dressed in a mint green gown with strings of pink rose buds hanging on streamers of some kind down from a corsage of pink roses and baby's breath. Hey I'm sorry I ain't so good at descriptions, but good God Almighty and Christ to boot, I ain't seen a vision like that before in my whole life! At first I almost blurted out, meaning it to sound like a welcome.
"Hey, baby, I thought you was dead!" Fortunately, I had sobered up just enough to catch my prattling tongue at the very last minute.
"Hey!" I said and stopped there.
"Hey," she greeted back.
"Not yet, honey," Tom said then. "We'll come out to the dining room. Give us about three more minutes, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie," she beamed at him.
You know, I was really screwed up by all this. Christ, they were treating each other like nothing at all had happened. She must have known something was going on by the men who were sitting around the table. With the dentist disappeared somewhere, we was all men she'd laid. She had to know her husband knew or else how would he have known! Do you follow me? Man, I was getting sober in a bigger hurry than I had expected! I was beginning to feel very, very nervous indeed. All was not over, and we were not just hanging around here for cake and ice cream. There would be more to it than that.
Nevertheless, as soon as his wife had gone her way, Tom went to the little old fashioned pantry that most of these two and three flat houses built in the thirties had. He brought out one of the biggest, most beautiful birthday cakes I've ever seen. The green frosting matched her gown, and all the pink roses and the baby's breath and some little yellow bows with yellow candles told us that it was not Tom Fellcimer's birthday but his wife's! Now I ask you! Does a normal guy wait until his wife's birthday to hold a conference on his wife's sins with her companions in sin? I had just about decided that Tom Fellcimer got swallowed by a shark last time he was out to sea. Even though the shark spit him back up, it was not until he had swallowed some of Tom's brains. Poor Tom!
Well, we had the birthday party. We lit the little yellow candles, which numbered thirty, exactly, and we followed the cake into the dining room, all of us singing "Happy Birthday, Sonia," as best we could. The most surprising thing, though was to see that Dr. Benson had not gone home after all, but had changed out of his clothing and into one of Tom's robes, or I suppose it was Tom's. Christ, he must have been splashed by the whiskey Roy was pouring, I thought then. I had thought Tom caught the bottle in time, but as I said, times like this, you never know if you've passed out awhile or not. It could have happened.
We all had cake. The ice cream and whipped cream both were right in the middle, between the layers. It was a good idea, I decided. I was going to have to tell the wife about it since she was always stuck with making the birthday cakes for the grandkids. After that, I was sure we'd be on our way, but what does Tom do? He breaks out with champagne!
"We gotta toast Sonia!" he announced in a loud voice. "Come on, honey," he cried, tossing a bunch of pillows into the living room from the bedroom, the dining room chairs, and the living room couch.
We could all understand a birthday toast. Naturally there had to be a birthday toast. We crowded around in a circle but outside the circle of pillows strewn about the floor. It was all very expected and even fun, and some of us might have thought we just didn't hear right when Tom toasted his beautiful wife.
"Three cheers for the birthday suit!" he cried There was a short confused pause, and finally, when he let out the first cheer, everyone joined.
On the first cheer, the dentist rushed over to stand behind Sonia, who was standing in the very middle of the room, beaming all over her face at everyone there. For a minute I thought he was up to some mischief. Maybe he was going to pour his glass of bubbly down her dress, I thought. But, Christ, it wasn't any of my worry. Tom didn't seem worried.
On the second cheer, our voices sounded united mostly in the croak they suddenly dwindled into. Dr. Benson, with a lewd glint in his suddenly merry eye, had unzipped the back of Sonia's green gown all the way down from the middle of her back onto her ass, unzipped it, in other words, so that it fell quite off! The third cheer was cheered by Tom Fellcimer alone, and on that cue, the good dentist reached down and took the gown completely away, with Sonia lifting her feet daintily to help him take it!
It took awhile for the hushed room to fill up once more with a few scattered giggles and "bravos", that sort of thing, because the gorgeous girl was wearing no underwear at all but stood there completely naked and exposed to lights and eyes and salacious minds. Finally, I began to notice the cocks begin to puff up and wag. And spirits gradually began to soar once more!
The woman's roundly curved body glistened like that goddess who rode out of the sea on a clam shell. What's her name there? Anyway, Sonia would take second place to no goddess, let me tell you! All of us edged forward, waiting in suspense for whatever was to come next. Tension and suppressed lust began to hang in the air like a cloud. The dentist, no less, was beginning to run his fingertips across the redhead's firmly erect nipples.
Carl, glad he had stayed after all, felt obligated all of a sudden to add to the spirit of the activity. He clapped. "Take it off! Take it off!" he started to sing then recognized the inappropriateness of the words. We all laughed with him and were glad he had broken the tension.
The dentist seemed relieved, too, and at that, he threw off Tom's robe and we all gasped. Christ, he looked like such a mousy guy with them round glasses and graying hair. Who woulda guessed he had such a well-developed physique? The guy couldn't have been older than his late thirties or early forties I discovered when he had taken the glasses off and left long enough to deposit them safely on a window sill. He was wearing a skinny little bathing suit, black, but barely covering the huge mound of his cock and balls.
When he returned from the window and approached Sonia again, he stood only just behind her while he whipped down the skinny little bathing suit, revealing the massive fullness of his naked, incredibly swollen prick, already only half-erect, already too big for Sonia, according to all the quick mental calculations that every man in the room was making in his head while watching as if hypnotized by the swaying of the dentist's swollen hairy balls beneath.
Apparently the red-haired housewife had not expected anything this large, for she shrank slightly away from the new lover, if that's what he was to be, which seemed pretty obvious.
"Come on, honey," Tom then called soothingly. "He ain't nothing to be afraid of. You can handle anything! There's my girl!"
They were smiling at each other as though they were taking their vows in front of the Justice of the Peace, I swear to God. Sonia's face was all trust in her handsome hubby, and his face was shining with the same trust in his wife. Loonies. Tom's face continued to shine as he indicated to Sonia to lie down on all the pillows provided. The helpful dentist bent around, arranging them for her comfort.
Then Dr. Benson, under all of our amazed eyes, began to caress the reclining girl's nakedly exposed body, his long-fingered hands sliding sensuously across the velvety flesh of the ravishing redhead. He touched her everywhere, her full, thrusting tits, her smooth stomach, the sculpted columns of her thighs, while the cast-off lovers in the room watched the lewdly exciting scene in rapt silence. Nobody seemed to want to break the stillness of interrupt the sensuous act before them.
Gradually, the curvaceous housewife began to groan in mounting excitement as Harold Benson toyed with the mound of her pink-lipped cuntal flesh. Her mewling groans grew louder and louder, and the crowd of leering men began to whisper excitedly and move closer to see more of the action. Sonia felt her legs grow slightly weak as she found herself pleading for the muscular dentist to fuck her, half-delirious, it had to be, from the drinking they had all done.
Now the dentist rolled over on his back and lay there passively as the beautiful redhead began to hungrily lick at his blood-engorging pinkly shining skin with her long, wetly extended tongue and to run her lovely hands over every inch of his surprisingly spectacular muscled body. A fever of lust seemed to be building up in the room as everyone watched the obscene sight before them. Christ, I don't know if it was the drinking I'd done, but I felt as if my own body was on fire as we watched the damned dentist's prick begin to jerk into a full, lust-swollen erection until it reached the limits of its expansion. Another audible gasp went through the little living room when everyone last one of us saw how big that dentist's lewd rod of flesh actually was. We nodded our approval on the outside and tried to bury our jealousy inside!
The surprisingly muscular dentist rolled over once more, this time pinning the redhead beneath him. Quickly, almost hysterically, Sonia reached down and grasped Dr. Benson's rigidly extended cock and drew it with trembling hands toward her eagerly proffered cuntal entrance. She spread her knees wide open and curled her long lithe legs around his muscled ass-cheeks to give him even greater access to her cuntal hole.
Christ, I held my breath like a little kid, but I just couldn't believe that the dentist's massively inflated organ could possibly go into Sonia's relatively narrow entrance. If Jack was as big as Carl said he was, then even he was impressed. His eyes were ready to pop right out of his head over there.
Sonia leaned forward, her eyes seeing nothing except the great red, glistening head of his hotly jerking cock as it began to insinuate its way between the gorgeous redhead's soft, pink cuntal lips. The room was now in total silence, all eyes upon the lewd couple as the earlier deprived dentist edged his blood-straining cock further and further into the hungrily waiting female's devouring cunt, slowly and gently, pushing the hair-lined lips wider and wider apart. Sonia cried in an obscene mixture of pain and pleasure as the massively pulsing shaft sank deeper and deeper up between her straining thighs.
"Hey, he's going to hurt her!" Jack called out to no one in particular, but the older men rebuffed him with a couple of hoots and jeers.
Meanwhile, Benson was holding still above the excited red-haired housewife until she could adjust to the bloated hugeness of his powerfully throbbing cock in her hungry belly. Gradually her face relaxed as the pain of his entrance eased.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmm," Sonia sighed in welcome relief, tightening her ankles behind his back.
The lovely housewife began to groan and thrash in exquisite pleasure as her dentist began to fuck his lust-thickened prick in and out of her widely stretched clasping cunt, fucking with long, slow strokes. Expertly, the middle-aged man ground his hips with a revolving motion, sawing in and out of her wetly receptive pussy with strength and expertise. Sonia writhed in a wild excitement as her hotly quivering cuntal hole adjusted to the massive intrusion of the blood-inflated cock. As the couple began to fuck faster and faster, the on-looking men urged them on. After all, Tom did!
The wildly uninhibited debauch continued for several explosive minutes and drove its little male audience into a frenzy of uncontrolled desires. I looked around me in amazement as the other guys began to feverishly strip off their clothes. Christ, I honestly tried to resist it, but I gotta admit I had the same feelings. There was a very insistent current of hot desire growing like hell fire between my legs and hard? On, God, was I hard!
Sonia cried out like a wild animal, and we all turned our attention back to the wildly thrashing couple to see that the sex-crazed redhead was reaching the peak of orgasm. She moaned hysterically, kicking her legs outward furiously, her mouth hanging open like a madwoman, as she reached pinnacle after pinnacle of unbelievable excitement. Finally, Harold Benson threw back his head like a lion in triumph and groaned gutturally, slamming his powerful hips back and forth with machine gun rapidity, then roaring as he reached his climax as well. In a torrent of contagious lust, everyone in the room had his hand on his own cock, jerking away in rhythm with the dentist.
Moments later, though, Benson withdrew from the beautiful girl and disappeared into the bedroom. Sonia lay absolutely still, her legs spread wide apart. She was moaning softly, deliriously. She was sopping wet between her open thighs, and trails of whitely glistening sperm ran down the sides of her splayed legs.
The rest of us had been roused to a state of unbelievable lust, and Christ, I was wondering about then where the rest of the broads were...or was this our punishment.. . to have to watch only? Christ! In spite of our unrestrained eagerness to take care of ourselves, we still had hopes, of course, so when Tom loudly called for our attention, everything stopped.
"Now I know everybody's hot and hard and hungry," he said, "but let's be patient and have another drink, huh? Let's give Sonia a little time to pull herself together."
Come to find out there was a whole refrigerator full of champagne. As we all sat around the kitchen table, our goddamned swollen pricks cramped back inside our trousers, we guzzled down more champagne and finished off the cake with the ice cream for filling. Sonia came out and joined us, sitting on Tom's lap. She had zipped herself back into the green dress, and the corsage was in surprising good shape, only a couple a buds missing, far as I could see.
They looked like the ideal happy couple sitting there, her nestled onto his lap, her forehead down to her pretty little nose resting against his neck. She didn't talk to us. She seemed to be snoozing. Tom swapped stories with the men over her head and passed the bottle of champagne when anyone got dry. Jack acted as messenger, as usual, running to the refrigerator when Tom needed a new bottle. The talk managed to avoid sex pretty well, especially current events. Gradually, my cock went down. I suppose everyone else's did, too.
Finally, Sonia began to stir, and Tom called for another champagne glass for his wife. The story-telling went on while the birthday girl appeared to listen and swilled down one glass of champagne after the other. All is not right here, I thought. Her face looked awfully white to me. I began to suspect that beneath Tom's well-acted display of friendly camaraderie we were all being punished, her as well as us.
It was kind of lucky, I thought, that Jack Hull didn't notice anything unusual or suspicious in her attitude. There ain't much left of the knight-in-shining-armor when you get to be fifty-two like me. I bet there ain't much of it left in Benson or Caroll. either, and surely not in Carl. But when you're nineteen, you're still rescuing dames out of castles, even now days. Christ, if you weren't blind as a bat at that age, too, you'd never get nothing at all done for yourself. I tell you, an old newspaper carrier like myself, working with kids and young men all the time, he sees those things.
Young boys see everything as either good or evil. Consequently they are either good or evil themselves! They look upon old age as a very indecisive, weak time because us older fellas don't jump for a gun every time something happens. Well, Christ, it just ain't that way! I mean that as you get older you begin to see that one thing leads to another and trying to pin the blame is like trying to play pin the donkey's tail with a moving target!
When I was young I used to hate how my wife was always nagging me to change and be different than I was. Then one day I realized that her father had wanted her to go to college and used to nag her about her marks. She had a dream one night and was crying that she couldn't change Flip to go to college like her father wanted, and although I still don't understand it completely, I seen that when she was nagging me, she was really nagging herself. Christ, she still nags something wicked, but I don't see it as evil anymore. I see it as something we can't do nothing about. That's the way it is, and I don't get mad like I used to. And you know, sometimes I Find myself wondering what her grandparents tried to nag her father into being. I mean that seems to be the way it goes. So whose fault is it? Someone way back, God alone knows when! What are you gonna do with that gun, young fella? Who're you gonna kill? Somebody who's long dead anyway, probably. The guy whose fault it is...he lived six generations back...at least! That's how things look when you're fifty-two.
Well, I rant on, I know. It's just that when I get home mornings I read the damn paper I throw, and sometimes I get heartsick to see how we punish each other for things that ain't our fault at all. You can't even get at the real villain, either, because he's six feet under already!
Anyway, Jack was too busy lapping up the booze, willing to take everything at face value, to worry about the color of Sonia's face. Besides, maybe it was the strong kitchen light that drained her color, or maybe it was that she had sweated off her make-up with Benson and hadn't replaced it. Hell, she wouldn't be snuggling up to the guy if he was torturing her, now would she? You see how your mind can run away with you and be dead wrong? Christ, I read the divorces in the paper, and I think how at fifty-two you finally learn to take a second look before you jump into anything, especially marriage. Look at all the misery this world could be spared if we looked twice at nineteen.
I used to tell the wife, "Look, don't buy it the first time you go into the store and see what you want. Come home first, and if you want it enough to go back for it, then buy it." She told me she did it the way I said and saved us a whole lot of junk we couldn't afford and didn't need. Sometimes things ain't so bright and necessary when you stand away from them awhile. Anger's the same way. It passes when you don't pay no attention to it. Me, I count sidewalk cracks. Right now I was busy counting the flowers on the oilcloth on the table.
Yeah, you guessed why I was ranting on, preaching to myself. I was getting kind of hot under the collar. I looked at my watch, and this time I was able to make out where the hands were pointing. In another hour I had to pick up the day's newspapers with my truck, and loading the truck, fast as I was, took a half hour because the customer's complaints, the stops and starts, all had to be attached to the right bundles for the right kids. I wasn't on any gravy-train vacation like this Tom Fellcimer here. He was on leave with a rolla bills in his pocket big enough to stuff a full grown hog. I had a pocket full of change and a job to keep. He saw me looking at my watch.
"Sorry, Flip," he said. "I don't mean to keep you overtime. We running late?"
"Oh, that's okay. That's okay for awhile," I lied. He'd caught me off guard. I didn't want to be a wet blanket or nothing.
Suddenly he nudged Sonia off his lap. "Flip's got to get going, baby. You ready?"
For the first time that night, it seemed to me, the beautiful woman turned her emerald green eyes on me. I was a cooked goose! I was a goner! What persuasion! You know, for morning after morning, I had denied that woman until finally she had lured me into her place. Now all she had to do was look at me. It stirred an unforgettable memory, I'm afraid.
We all went once more into the living room where we was invited to sit around on the couch and a couple of chairs. This time the show was going to involve Tom and Sonia, it looked like although all he did right now was twirl her into the middle of the room. He stepped back out of the way.
"Do you like my birthday dress?" the beautiful woman asked everyone, spinning around slowly.
Who looked at the dress? By now we coulda cared less what she was wearing. She had a compactly rounded frame with firm, sizable tits, a tiny waist, and soft curving hips.
"Ain't she something, men?" her husband asked. We had had our last champagne and cake out in the kitchen, and I now noticed that the dining room table had been folded away and the pillows previously strewn on the living room floor were now tossed into the dining room. Tom had been with us. Sonia must have prepared this room for whatever she was going to do. Whatever was going to happen was not without her knowledge and cooperation. I relaxed considerably, thinking this.
The first thing she did was kick off her shoes, and her feet sank into the pretty blue carpet on the floor. Then she turned her back to all of us and slowly leaned forward, making her dress ride up, pulling it with her fingers so that she exposed her firm white thighs. She was looking for catcalls, and she got them. Also, I noticed, she had put on underwear this time. I could see the crotch band of a pair of pink, lacy panties.
I guess all our eyes were bugging out of our faces by now as we stared at the firm rounded ass-cheeks shaped against her dress. We'd all seen her completely naked, but this was still tantalizing. I felt a twitch in my groin. I grunted. So did Carl.
Sonia ran her hands up the inside of her long, well tapered legs until they were almost touching her loins, then she suddenly straightened up, reaching behind her back to pull down the zipper. She had only her dress, brassiere, and panties to remove, but she had never done a strip tease for these men before, so there was no necessity to be inventive about it. Exposing her naked body was the part she loved. To enjoy that, all she had to do was to keep from rushing it. She couldn't help anticipating what would come afterwards, but it was fun making herself wait.
Lowering the zipper down slowly, the beautiful redhead kept her back turned toward the men to tease them as she let the top half of the gown drop, to bunch around her smooth curvaceous hips. Flinging her long, red hair forward over her shoulders, she reached around her white back again to unfasten the hooks holding her brassiere together. The elastic straps snapped free, and Sonia hunched her shoulders to let the straps of the pink garment fall down over the length of her long arms just as she had the gown. She gazed back sexily over her shoulder as she did so, and slowly turned around to face the staring men. They had just seen her titties a little while ago, but you'd have thought they were seeing them for the first time. Well, she felt that way about seeing Tom's body, too. Her red hair hung in thick lush strands over the twin mounds of her full white tits, but the faintest hint of the hardened pink nipples showed through as though peeking out to entice them on.
The handsome seaman's wife slowly worked her hands, palms against her smooth flesh, up beneath the wavy length of her flaming hair, and she cupped her white titties without uncovering them completely. She was teasing cocks and she knew it!
How delicious. The beautiful woman was quite a picture of sexual lust in every male mind in the room. We all licked our lips as though preparing to indulge in a lavish feast. She stood on the blue rug, her bare feet slightly apart and her long tapering legs accented by the bunched mint green material over her round hips. The plane of her flat belly shone sleekly white and sensual where her narrow waist curved inward, and the added contrast of her red hair draped gently over the large mounds of her tits nearly completed the arousing picture. I watched her face, the rosebud shape of her sensual lips. Occasionally her tongue would flick out between the red oval of her mouth, and her emerald eyes held a mystery of wanting that was her own...not Tom's.
I watched her hair rising and falling as her fingers obviously tweaked the nipples beneath the long strands, and Christ, I wanted to get on with the act, get to the part where...but were we to be allowed more than a voyeuristic role?
"Go on! Go on!" Roy cried impatiently.
I noticed suddenly that Carl had grabbed another champagne bottle from the kitchen. He was angling the bottle downward with his hand and pressing on the cork with his thumb. He fired the tin-topped stopper like a missile. With a loud pop, it shot across the room toward the dining room, right by Tom, and the bubbly liquid frothed from the long neck of the bottle onto the blue rug.
But Tom didn't get mad about the rug or anything. Instead, he went to the kitchen and got Carl a glass! Carl was already drunk. He didn't hold his liquor very well. I could sec that. Grabbing the glass with a small nod, Carl poured the cool champagne until it overflowed, then he carelessly set the bottle on the floor, where Tom rescued it before someone knocked it over.
Sonia flung her red hair back over her shoulders to reveal the big round globes of her full titties now, the hard-raised nipples like tips of strawberry enchantment on the high-standing peaks. Turning her back to them once again, she finally lowered the mint green gown from her hips, stepping out one foot at a time. All that remained of her clothing was the bikini-sized pair of pink lace panties.
"Save the best for laaaaaaaaast, man!" Jacky said. He was beginning to grin as foolishly as Roy. I had begun to get impatient again because of the time and Carl's foolishness with the champagne, but my patience returned as I saw the flimsy little pink panties. I was sitting on a dining room chair and hunched forward from it, watching the final garment removed. Christ, it was like seeing her red silky triangle of pubic hair for the first time!
Keeping her back to us, Sonia arched her back and bent forward until her round, melon-shaped ass-cheeks were like a target of sexual pleasure. Moving her long fingers down her tapering waist, she worked them underneath the elastic band top of the filmy panties to slowly lower them down over her smooth, slightly moving hips. Inch by inch they moved down over her white flesh, first revealing the top of the curving crack formed by the twin cheeks of her ass and then more and more until the thin material was tightly clasping her firm thighs.
Running her hands once over the smooth cheeks of her lush young ass, she suddenly moved her legs together to let the panties drift dramatically to the floor. She lifted one foot free of the garment to spread her long legs apart again, and then she bent all the way forward, her hair touching the floor, to look back toward her excited spectators between her parted inner thighs.
Christ Almighty! One hand appeared suddenly between her long legs, and the extended middle finger pointed the way to the top of the crack leading to her slightly spread cuntal slit. The tip of her finger traced the line of the valley downward until it disappeared into soft golden red curls of her pubic hair. Sonia giggled lightly as she saw the men's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
Cried of "Good!", "Great!" and what-not filled the room as we all yelled and wiped the saliva which was trickling excitedly from more than one mouth.
Her long teasing finger appeared once again, this time pointing straight up at the juncture of the thighs, and slowly the fingertip worked its way into the hairline slit of her soft moistened cunt. She was completely caught up in her own game, and she enjoyed seeing the men's reactions to her movements. When the tip of her finger made contact with the damp opening of her pussy, she wiggled it until her finger had a free passage inside, and she wormed it up into herself with a slight mewling grunt.
Hearing Sonia's mewling gasp of pleasure made me fall out of my chairs and onto all fours. I watched excitedly as her long finger sank all the way into the depths of her pink, flowering cunt. Then she pressed her palm hard into the hair-covered mound as if luxuriating in the wild sensations within her body.
I couldn't take it. I really couldn't take it! I got up and walked over to her and pinched her on the thigh. I pinched so it hurt. It wasn't all lust that was propelling me toward her, either. I wasn't just seeing her the way she was now, but I was seeing up at that window, teasing, teasing, morning after morning. Who the hell did this dame think she was? I hauled back and slapped her smartly. The sound rang in the room like a door bell.
'Tom!" she yelled but he didn't budge. It was my guess that this was the part he hadn't told her about, the probably reactions of red-blooded men, reactions that invariably transcended the rules if the men were pushed far enough.
Sonia, at the same time, realized that Tom was not going to protect her like he said he would. She whipped her emerald eyes around at him like a whip. As he looked away from her, hot tears of anguish spilled uncontrollably from her eyes. The miserable young housewife could strip-tease and fuck and probably even fart without any shame, but to have her man look the other way when she called to him...this was the lowest point of degradation she could know. Her ass hurt and so did her heart, yet, through her torture and shame, her body was beginning to ripple with involuntary sexual excitement. The vast amount of champagne she had been gulping down all evening and into the morning was beginning to spread its insidious effects through her loins like a wildfire. She had counted on fucking with only Dr. Benson tonight. Benson and the strip tease. That was her birthday present, one of them, from her husband. He had insisted on having the men in early to be-sure they would be cool about all this and not cause any trouble. He had taken care of everything, promised to protect her if the going got rough. She wanted to wait until they left, to wait for her husband now. What did she want with other men when he was home?
Nevertheless, the helpless woman began to twitch erotically, the nerve endings up between her legs sizzling with hot desire, her succulent young form craving sensual excitement. There was no way she could control the obscene feeling of wantonness that was overtaking her, and she moaned and writhed on the floor as if teased by the licking tongues of a thousand taunting devils.
She knew absolutely nothing except the irresistible heat that was swirling so relentlessly in her loins. She clung to a nearby pillow over against the couch, burying her fingers deep into the smooth polished cotton, moaning softly in an erotic world of her own. Then dimly, she heard the murmurings and grunts of the onlookers. She opened her green eyes and could see, through her fogged vision, that the men were hovering all around her, much closer than before. Hands began to grab at her flesh, touching her everywhere, but rather than being repulsed by it in her husband's presence, it seemed that it was just what she needed and yearned for!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Yeeeeeesssssssss! Feeeeeel meeeeee! Feel me everywhere! I want it! I want it!"
What a scurrying of undressing that brought about in the little room. Soon there wasn't a clothed man in sight. Even Tom joined the party of nudes though he was being careful, it seemed, to stay out of the way of the pleasure of his guests.
Of course, old Flip, that's me...I was right there, and nobody was going to challenge my rights to be first. I had started the ball rolling, so to speak! Sonia looked confused, bewildered, ravaged by an implacable heat throughout her body. All the better!
The intoxicated redhead finally felt the weight of a heavy naked man's body crushing against her side, and flashes of sensual excitement rippled through her flesh as his warmly pulsating hardness scraped against her thigh.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she cried in utter pleasure, "Yeeeeeesssssss!"
Mindlessly she groaned again and again, moaning in a savage hunger that seemed to feed on itself. It seemed now as if a hundred wonderful men were touching her, stroking, caressing, making her flesh quiver with maddened lust. Tantalizing fingers ran slowly up the inner sides of her thighs and there was a hot, violent moistness between her legs as her wetly throbbing cunt began to open like a flower, trembling with desire.
"Uuuunnnnnn! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she heard herself crying obscenely. "Somebody fuck me! Please!" From the corner of her eye she could make out the gray hair of Flip Ellis, the newspaper man. "Fuck me!" she begged. She heard him laugh crudely.
I rolled on top of her. My hand dropped again and groped between her thighs, searching for the warm throbbing wetness of her love-crazed pussy. Blinded with lust, Sonia reached for me, grasped the swollen thickness of my lewdly bloated cock as it throbbed and jerked in her hands. Through her alcoholic daze she smiled as she felt the smooth rubbery head of my extended blood-swollen cock brushing against the soft mound of her red pubic hair, teasing her as it touched the wildly charged flesh of her pussy.
"Fuck me now! Oh, Flip, please fuck me now!" she pleaded hysterically.
Tom Fellcimer's drunk wife strained for the newspaper carrier, arching her hips and throwing her quivering legs out into the air as her hands grasped and tugged at his warmly pulsating thickness!
Oh my! Christ Almighty!
All the men watched in breathless excitement as perspiring, I slowly began to slide my long lust-hardened prick into her tightly clasping cunt, grinding against her with my hips, pushing and probing further into her lust-maddened pussy until finally my rock-hard shaft was buried in her up to the hilt, and my sperm-bloated balls were scraping her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks. Sonia began to gyrate frantically in a wild dance of lust beneath me, and I tried to hold back, not wanting to climax so quickly. Christ, I'd forgotten all about time or newspapers or anything else! But anyway, the red-haired housewife was so caught in the raging whirlpool of her lust that she could only writhe in total abandon, and that didn't help my self-control, not at all. I began to fuck furiously into her as I was nearing the point of orgasm already. The men laughed lewdly and urged me on.
"Please don't cum yet, Flip!" she cried, realizing that I was about to climax. "No...not yet!"
But it was too late. Hell, I'm not a machine!
Sonia Fellcimer felt the impatient semen squirting hotly into her thirsting cunt, pulsing deep into her belly. She moaned in both excitement and frustration. She wasn't ready yet, and she hadn't reached climax. Moments later the newspaper carrier collapsed on top of her, his body still trembling with lust.
"You didn't wait! You didn't wait for me," the tortured redhead moaned incoherently, almost.
Sorry, you fucking bitch, I thought to myself with satisfaction. You teased and didn't win!
The men laughed. I noticed when I rolled away from her that Tom had been passing the champagne again. Christ, I had to admit it. This was the best damn party I could ever remember!
Now Carl Gustall, the big blond grocer, began to waver toward the middle of the floor, his blue eyes fixed hungrily on the hysterically moaning woman on the floor. As soon as he reached her, he surprised everyone by bending right in half and beginning to run his hands across her quivering hips, knowing she was fully prepared for a second fuck.
As the grocer positioned himself over her, the curvaceous redhead was overjoyed at the prospect of reaching her orgasm at last, and desperately she reached out and guided the second, once-familiar lust-swollen prick down toward her eagerly waiting pussy.
"Oh, God, yeeeeeessssss! Oh, God I need to cum! Oh, Goooooodddddd!" she groaned.
The long-drinking grocer wavered himself up straight and closed his red-rimmed eyes in an attempted look of disdain.
"This is Carl Gustall, Ma'am! This ain't God. You want God or Carl? Make up your mind!"
Christ, we roared!
Sonia was too frustrated to laugh or be anything but tortured, and the tears squeezed out of her eyes. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she kept repeating as though the name just wouldn't penetrate.
"Oh, yes, who!" he thundered. Even Tom was holding onto his sides in agonized laughter.
Sonia opened those emerald eyes then and screamed. "Carl! Oh, yes, Carl! Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeee, Carl!"
In one violent thrust, Carl, a heavy-set, about forty-Five year old grocer, if you recall, plunged his thickly throbbing cock all the way up into the wetly burning depths of Sonia Fellcimer's hungrily throbbing cuntal hole. With merciless thrusts, he fucked in and out of her greedily clasping cunt, and she undulated so wildly under him that it wasn't long before he, too, felt the aching sensation in his balls as his climax approached. This time, however, the merchant seaman's delirious wife was finally approaching her own orgasm, and she screamed in delight.
The sex-crazed, redheaded woman began to buckle even more violently beneath him, arching and rearing like an untamed bitch in heat, her wild gyrations bringing the rapidly fucking grocer to the peak of excitement. Then it came, and his entire, bulky body began to tremble and jerk with the spasms of release. He ground his pelvis down into her wildly churning crotch with brutal, merciless force. Sonia Fellcimer writhed insanely beneath him, carried to heights of unbelievable lust as her cuntal walls trembled and shook in seismic waves of delight, releasing hot female fluids in torrents. An image of Tom, smiling at her from afar, seemed to flash into the tormented wife's brain as she soared on the titanic flight of climax.
"Oh, Tom!" She moaned piteously.
"like your birthday party?" he asked.
"Yeeessssss," she hissed, a faint smile lining her features. And then her vision of him exploded into a kaleidoscope of whirling colors as the grocer's rapidly fucking cock plunged like a pail going down after water, deep into the well of her belly, ejaculating a flood of heated sperm in the wildly contracting channel of her pussy. She was cumming herself as never before, every inch of her ripe young body shaking as if jolted by a thousand volts of raw electrical energy. Finally, with one last burst of strength, she kicked her quivering legs far out into the air on either side of the heavily shaking ass-cheeks of the man fucking her. Then she collapsed, totally satisfied, beneath him.
Once more, the little living room was totally silent except for the heavy breathing of the love-makers. Finally, Carl Gustall pulled himself away, slipping his flaccid prick out of her cunt hole with a resounding pop that made Jack titter. Sonia lay exhausted, trying to regain her senses after the torrid orgasm. But there was still a lot of champagne in her system and it still held sway over her mind and body. Though she tried to rise, to open her eyes, she found she had no strength now. She seemed to be pulled down into a euphoric dream state, an exquisite sensual after-glow that she couldn't resist.
Then she gasped as yet a third man began to caress her perspiring body. Where was Tom? She opened her eyes a slit, but the man caressing her was black. It was not Tom, tanned as he was.
"It's all over. It's all over," she mumbled. She had reached orgasm, hadn't she? Was there yet more to come? Why? She felt herself being pulled bodily over on top of the new man, and she could tell. Suddenly she could tell from the feel of his body that it was Roy Caroll. The realization that she could tell that embarrassed her for some reason. But she liked Roy. She remembered him with pleasure. She felt her defenses beginning to give way.
So she made a faint protest, a useless moan. Roy simply positioned her like a helpless rag doll so that she was half sitting on top of him, with his fully lustily erect prick nestling at the opening of her sperm-bathed cunt. Holding her up by her shoulders, he suddenly plunged his lust-thickened cock up into her, then quickly gripped her hips and pulled her down against his belly until he was buried in her completely.
Surreptitiously she glimpsed him through her lashes. He had a wonderful smile, she thought hazily, all big white teeth and glittering gold in the corners. The beautiful red-haired wife operated totally by instinct, however, somehow managing to remain in her semi-sitting position, while Roy Caroll beneath her held her hips and pushed her up and down, rising to meet her each time. But this time it hurt the sex-weary young woman, who wanted only at this point to crawl into bed and go to sleep. She didn't think she could even take Tom!
Sonia Fellcimer was not only full of champagne and birthday cake, but she had been totally drained by the violence of three previous fucks, not forgetting the dentist, and the big black man below her was scraping roughly against the inside of her tortured pussy as he jammed her down onto him again and again.
"Aaaairrrrrggggghhhhhh, no! Nooooooooo!" she cried in protest. But it was no use. He kept fucking up into her as though he were pounding in a nail with all his might, raising himself with cruelly driving thrusts, boring up into the ravaged housewife's cock-weary cunt until she thought she would faint from the agony of it. Then, astonishingly, the pain began to subside, and in its place once again came the familiar torrents of unbridled lust. Hypnotically, the handsome seafaring man's wife began to rise and fall to the rhythm of the black man's fucking strokes, his hotly stiffened prick plunging up into her like a loaded gun ready to explode. (I saw his mother beating the rugs on the clothesline!)
Sonia could vaguely hear the noise of the enthusiastic men all around her. There couldn't have been more than a handful, but it seemed as though there were thousands of hands once more exploring her sex-mad, lust-numbed young body, driving her into an even greater fever of sensual passion.
Suddenly, the helpless wife of the tall seaman standing against one wall was pushed forward, her beautiful white tits pressed hard against the man's black chest beneath her, and someone began to probe at her ass-cheeks. parting the quivering half-moons of flesh, probing at the defenselessly raised circle of her ass-hole. Then a strong finger began to worm its way into the tightly clenched ring, and a sting of pain shot through the captive woman's loins. She glanced around and saw the form of her own husband holding her ass-cheeks opened while young Jacky Hull, absolutely drooling, fucked his finger into her ass-hole. She struggled against it momentarily, but it was no use. She couldn't stop the torrent of her insatiable lust, that had always and ever haunted her with its insidious pervasion of her beautiful body. She could only submit to anything that happened. The sodomizing finger inched deeper and deeper into her tortured rectum, and the young housewife was consumed by both the pain of the rough intrusion and the staggering thrills of the still upward thrusting cock of the man beneath her.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!" she cried, confused and dazed by the mixture of feelings that pervaded her ravaged body. "Don't! Don't!"
Yet her protests were useless. The impaling finger drove relentlessly inward, filling her rear with shafts of agonizing pain. Then, suddenly, the finger was removed and there was a soothing wash of cool air across her nakedly uplifted ass-cheeks. But in the next moment, the dazed red-haired beauty felt a larger object nestling against her ass-hole ring. Oh, God! She felt and recognized the sensations, and she knew that it had to be Jack Hull's enormous prick!
I gotta break in here a minute and assure everyone that Carl Gustall is a big liar. Jack's prick is big, that I gotta admit. But I don't think he got the dentist beat, though I guess I'd have to see them side by side to be absolutely sure!
Sonia Fellcimer squirmed violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure, but Jack kept pushing against her wildly puckering ass-hole until suddenly she felt the tight elastic ring pop slightly and encircle the head of the warmly throbbing cock. It began to move inside her forbidden channel. Sonia could feel the lewd thickness of this second prick rub against the upward driving blood-swollen shaft that Roy was still fucking in and out of her lust-moistened pussy from below. The two bloated rods of rock-hard male flesh were separated only by the thin fleshy membrane which separated her ass and cunt holes!
Finally an eruption of volcanic passion crashed over the tortured housewife, and in that moment she succumbed completely to the brutal invasion of her ass-hole. like a she-bitch, she cried out to the two of them, urging the black cooperating lovers to make love to her as hard as they possibly could. Sonia wanted to scream to the world about the deliciously wild masochistic pleasure these two men were bringing to her. A whirlpool of erotic passion surrounded her on all sides and sucked her soul into its swirling depths. Hands grabbed and caressed every part of her lust-electrified body, two massively fucking black cocks were tearing into her simultaneously, in the pussy and in the ass, every last trace of inhibition fleeing from her sex-brutalized body as once more a galvanic climax began to throb in her helplessly quivering pussy.
" Yeeeesssssssss!" she screamed in total abandon, her head shaking like a rag doll, her long red hair flailing across the face of the laboring man beneath her, brushing those grinning teeth like a toothbrush! "Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkk meeeeeeee! Everyone, fuck me!"
The little living room echoed with the sounds of her obscene cries, and the men, as if hypnotized by her banshee-like cries of pleasure, were caught up in a frenzied orgy of lust.
Tom stood apart, watching not just his wife and the two black lovers who were fucking her for all they were worth, but seeing also the blood-filling cocks, stirring once again to life...again...and again...and again. Where did it all come from, he wondered? We came from the sea billions of years ago, and from the amount of liquid that had been expended here tonight, it was obvious the sea was still very much with us. Maybe if I let them fuck her long enough, he thought, a bunch of shriveled up pygmies will be walking out of here at dawn! There's only so much of the sea that can be with us in our little bodies, he mused. Tom Fellcimer was not impressed by the size of any human body, not after sailing the rolling hunchback sea for months on end.
But his beautiful wife was thinking nothing. She was aware of nothing except the titanic, steaming pleasure that inundated her sexy, drunken body. She was cumming, cumming as never before, cumming with a force so explosive that she felt as if she would be blown apart into a million fleshy fragments, scattered across the universe like a shattered star, spun into the farthest reaches of space until finally, after she and Tom had moved away to start again, after he had told out his stories about her and her lovers and her birthday party and won lots of money, after they had made love together over and over again before he had to ship out once more...well, then some night, when he was all alone on deck, standing watch, she would shower down on him and because of the gentleness of her hands and kisses, he would think it was rain.
Christ! Didn't you get your paper this morning? Naw, I don't know why, mister, but I'll speak to the kid who's supposed to deliver. You'll get two tomorrow, how's that?