I FELT HER SHUDDERING AGAINST ME. I bent against her and nuzzled my face against her naked neck. I opened my mouth and put my lips onto her flesh. I moved my open mouth against her neck, licking at her with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her neck, trailing it up to her ear. I began to dab at her ear and I felt her shuddering against me.
"More," she said softly.
I moved my hands upward from her waist, where I had encircled her. I placed my palms against her stomach and began sliding them upward towards her breasts. The material of her robe felt cool and silken under my open hands, and the flesh beneath the robe, soft and warm. I slid my hands up, over her breasts, grasped them in my hands.
"Hold me," she said, shuddering again with the contact. I could feel a tenseness weaving through the limpness of her body, a growing pressure. She was beginning to return the press of my body, moving slowly, gently against me.
CHAPTER ONE
I knocked on the door. My mouth was dry and I could feel a tenseness in my stomach. The knock sounded hollow and it seemed to reverberate in my ears.
I listened for some sounds beyond the door. Faintly I thought I could hear a baby crying and some muted sounds of voices. After a moment I could hear softly padding footsteps walking towards the door.
The door cracked open, and a flood of bright yellow light spilled out. There was a man standing in the center of the light, peering out at me.
"Hello!" he said. "You must be Allen."
"Yes," I answered. "Allen Dawson. You're Kenneth Hill?"
"Ken," he said. He shook my hand firmly, and pulled me into the house. "Call me Ken."
He shut the door behind me, and I found myself standing in the hallway of a clean-looking middle-class house. To my right there was a living room filled with heavy Spanish-looking furniture.
"Here," Ken said. "Let me take your coat."
He was a short man, about five six or seven. He was older than I, and I judged that he must have been about thirty-eight or nine. He had a round full face, cracked in the middle with a white-toothed smile, and his hair was receding. His middle was somewhat thickened with a paunch.
"Yvonne will be with us in a moment," he explained, taking my coat and hanging it in the hall closet. "The baby woke up and she's putting him back to sleep. Wouldn't you know it would happen tonight. Always something."
I found myself not answering, but he didn't seem to notice. His chatter was easy and flowing and natural, as if he were thoroughly relaxed and truly genial. I felt awkward and uncomfortable.
"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" he asked. He guided me into the living room with a gentle pressure of his hand on my shoulder.
"No, no," I said quickly; perhaps too quickly. I was grateful for a chance to say something. "No trouble at all. Your instructions were very explicit."
He chuckled warmly. "That comes through practice," he explained. "I've directed many people here."
"Oh," I commented, awkwardly. "Say, Allen. How about a drink? What will you have."
"Scotch. With ice."
He left me sitting on the living room couch and he turned towards a portable bar in a far corner of the room. As he walked away from me, I became aware of the way he was dressed. He had on an old, wrinkled sport shirt and a pair of gray slacks. His loafers clumped silently against the rug. I felt strangely overdressed in my suit and tie.
"Your first time?" he asked, bending his words over his shoulder towards me but not turning around. He clanked glasses and ice together.
"Yes," I confessed.
"Just relax. Take it easy. We won't bite. Not yet, anyhow!" He laughed at his small joke.
"Hell," he said. "Me and Yvonne have been doing this for nearly three years. You'll get used to it. Just relax and let yourself go; you'll enjoy yourself."
He brought the drinks over and handed me mine. I sipped it, immediately feeling the strong comfort of the alcohol sliding down into my stomach. I could feel myself relaxing.
Ken sat across from me in an over-stuffed arm chair with curved wooden arms. He sat with his legs crossed and he sipped his drink. It looked like orange juice.
"Are you married, Allen?" he asked. He was treating me as though I had just dropped over for dinner. His manner was casual and relaxed.
"Yes. But Patti-my wife ... doesn't-"
"Some wives are like that," he helped. "Now take Yvonne. She's always liked sex. And it got worse as she got older. Instead of quieting down, she seemed to need it more and more. It was her idea to start swinging. I just couldn't satisfy her enough. She used to bleed me dry."
I could feel a stirring in my groin. The frankness of his conversation reawakened my imagination, and I recalled my reason for the visit. I could feel my prick growing hard and creeping up my thigh, pressed tightly against the crotch of my under shorts. I took another drink.
"Does she know you're here? Your wife, I mean."
"Well," I began. "Patti knows about the ads, but she's not living with me just now. She's visiting her sister in Smithtown. We've had some ... marital problems." I felt strange confessing this to a total film of wetness.
"Dear, this is Allen-"
"Dawson," I helped. "Allen Dawson. I spoke to you last week, you remember. About your ad."
She smiled and I could see her teeth. She licked her lips with her tongue. "Oh yes. I remember your call, Allen. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
There was an awkward silence, and I didn't know how to fill it. I still wasn't used to the situation and the frank honesty with which they were discussing it.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you, too," I said finally. I felt my face color at the same time that I felt my hard-on stretch another inch or two, "Let me get you a drink, dear," Hill said to his wife. He got up and walked towards the bar. I could see the bulging trace of an erection poking through his pants as he walked. He made no effort to hide it. "Your usual?"
"Yes, dear," she answered. She walked fully into the room and joined me on the couch, sitting at the other end. I felt the swell of the cushion under her weight as she sat down, and I could smell the faintest trace of her perfume wafting across the small distance that separated us. For the first time I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I saw the pinched tips of her nipples scraping across the print pattern of the blouse.
"Why don't you take your jacket off and loosen your tie," she said.
I looked up from her breasts and saw that she was looking right at me. She smiled and I realized that she knew I had been staring at her breasts.
"Yeah," Hill echoed. "Make yourself at home." He handed his wife her drink and then sat back in his chair across from us, leaving us both together on the couch.
"Good idea," I feebly agreed but really didn't. I slid forward on the cushion and loosened my tie. Then awkwardly, I unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my arms. I tried not to stand for fear of revealing my erection. I folded the jacket in half and placed it on the couch beside me, between Yvonne and I, and it seemed to separate us like a wall. I unclipped my cuff links and rolled up my shirt sleeves.
"Are you married, Allen?" Yvonne asked.
I explained to her what I had told her husband.
"That's a shame. It's too bad we couldn't all get together. I'm sure Ken would really love to fuck your wife. She sounds perfectly lovely."
My balls stirred and my mouth grew dry. I pressed my lap upward slightly, feeling the tightening pleasure of my erection against the material of my pants. Pleasure flushed through my loins.
"That's Yvonne," Hill laughed. "She jumps right into the heart of the matter. No pussyfooting around where sex is involved."
"No," I said, "that's quite all right." I understood his explanation as a form of apology for his wife's bluntness. "I'm only sorry that it couldn't be that way."
"No need to apologize, Allen," she said. "Ken is very understanding. He enjoys it this way as well, don't you, dear?"
He laughed and blushed.
"Ken loves to see other men making love to me," she explained. She turned and looked at me. She held her drink in her hand, and as she leaned forward to place it on the table, the tips of her fingernails just barely brushed across the swell of her breast. It was a very erotic move, and I knew it had been no accident.
"We're really getting into this in a hurry, aren't we," Ken said. His voice was still genial and smiling, but I thought I could sense the faintest tremble of excitement in his tone. "Perhaps we should begin."
"Good idea," Yvonne said.
"Suits me," I echoed, just to say something. It was still strange, but the raw, unchecked sexuality that filled the room was beginning to affect me. I could feel myself becoming excited at the thought of making love to Yvonne.
"I'll set up the projector," Hill said. He got up and left the room. I could hear him walking somewhere towards the back of the house.
"Projector?" I asked. I looked at Yvonne.
"Home movies," she said. "Very special home movies."
She slid around and faced me at an angle. She placed her arm across the back of the couch, and rested her right breast against the back cushion. The orb flattened against the material, swelling fully and reminding me of a very ripe fruit. She slid her legs up so that one was crooked on the edge of the cushion, revealing a great expanse of whiteness of her inner thighs. The legs were parted slightly in an open invitation.
"We often take home movies of our ... guests," she said.
My eyes followed up the gentle curve of her thighs, past the firm roundness until they were halted by the tautly stretched material of her skirt's hemline. But in between her legs, just below the hem, I could see the dark shadows of what lay above. Shadows that I would soon possess.
"I think you'll like these movies," she said. She stretched her legs, and ran her hand slowly up and down the exposed flesh of her thigh. I could feel perspiration running down my collar arid I unbuttoned the top two buttons.
I agreed. "I have a feeling I'll enjoy the movies."
We were staring at each other, looking into each others' eyes. Her face was unmasked, and there was no way that I could misunderstand the burning glint that smoldered in her eyes. She licked her lips slowly, running her tongue sensually around the outer edge of her mouth.
Our visual communication was momentarily interrupted as Hill reentered the room. The smile was faded from his face and he seemed to be breathing harshly. Perspiration made the bald spot shine, and I noticed that his zipper was half-open. I couldn't be sure, but I suspect it had been closed when he left. His hard-on seemed larger, and it poked like a tent pole against his gray slacks.
"Have this set up in a moment," he said. He carried the screen into the room and placed it almost parallel to me. He struggled with it a moment before it opened.
My drink was still in my hand, almost completely untouched from the first sip. I brought the glass to my lips and swallowed the liquid. It splashed in my stomach in a single gulp, spreading additional warmth against the one that was already growing there.
The projector was assembled in a few more seconds, and Hill removed several rolls of film from a brown paper bag. The reels were numbered, and he stacked them neatly beside the projector.
"All set?" he asked. His voice cracked.
We mumbled that we were.
"Get the light, dear," he said to Yvonne.
She reached behind her and snapped the lamp twice until the light was out. I shut the lamp on my side also. The room was dark.
Hill switched the projector on, and a brilliant square of light cut through the darkness and filled the screen.
"I don't think you'll be able to see from there," Hill said to me. "Perhaps you better move down a bit ... closer to my wife."
I lifted my coat and placed it on the other side of me. Then I began to slide across the softness of the couch, moving closer to Yvonne. I stopped when I was almost touching her, and I could feel the billowing presence of her body near me. She shifted slightly, touching me, and I felt a stab of electricity bolt through my body. Her perfume was in my nose and I inhaled it deeply. I sat back in the couch.
Hill thread the machine. It was self-loading so all he had to do was insert the lead of the film, and the projector did the rest. The air was filled with a mechanical clicking noise, and the solid square of light began to dance on and off.
A blurred image appeared on the screen. The image cleared, and I found myself staring at Yvonne Hill. She was sitting on the couch, but there was another man next to her. It wasn't her husband. He, I realized, must have taken the pictures.
The man was kissing her, and he had his open hand on her breast. In the picture she was wearing a sweater and another mini-skirt. The man's body was pressed across her top, and her legs were spread out stiffly in front of her. They were open slightly, and you could almost look up her skirt. The man's hand was vigorously massaging the tit through the sweater.
I felt Yvonne stir next to me. "Oh," she said, softly, and she pressed the fat part of her thigh against my leg. It was soft and warm, and she began to rub her leg up and down.
"That's Bevins," Hill explained. "Edward Bevins. I used to work with him."
I wondered whether he knew the names of all the men who had fucked his wife.
The scene began to change. Bevin's hand slipped under the sweater, and he began to massage the breast again. The sweater was pulled up partially, and I could see the curved swell of her left tit under his hand.
I looked across at Yvonne, but her eyes were on the screen. I could see her nipples standing erectly under her blouse, brushing back and forth against the material, almost as though Bevin's hand were still caressing her.
Kenneth Hill's eyes were also frozen upon the image of his wife and her lover. He had slipped his hand down the front of his pants. I watched with curiosity as he moved his hand up and down the length of his organ.
When I turned back to the screen, I saw that the image had altered once more. Bevin's hand had moved down from her breast, after he had thrown the sweater up and exposed her breasts, and now he had his hand cupped at her cunt. Her legs were opened widely to accommodate his hand, and I could see the pinched material of her dress pressed up against her body.
I felt a pressure on my thigh. I looked down and saw it was Yvonne's hand. She was rubbing it up and down against me, moving it closer and closer to my cock.
Her hand in the film mirrored her movement, and she grabbed onto Bevins. She clutched at his cock for a moment through his pants, and then I watched her fumble with his zipper. A moment later, she had loosened his organ. It was enormous: larger than any I have ever seen on any man. It must have been at least ten inches long. I watched in disbelief as she wrapped her hands around his shaft and began to slide her fingers up and down the cock, jerking him off.
I felt a hand touch my own cock. I looked across at her, but she was still staring at the screen, her eyes glazed with passion, and her mouth open. She was acting out her role with me in the place of Bevins!
My zipper opened, and she fumbled with my shorts until she pulled my prick free. Her hands felt like fire against me: a hot, velvet fire. She squeezed the sides of my cock and began to rub it slowly.
"You're big," she said, whispering towards me.
I looked across at her husband. He had his own cock pulled free, and he was slowly pumping his hand against himself, staring at his wife on the screen. His prick was small; perhaps only five inches in length.
I looked back at the film just in time to see Bevin's hand slipping into the elastic band of her panties. Her skirt was thrown back, revealing her widely parted thighs. I watched the hand slide across her body, moving like a slow wave across her cunt, until it was cupped under her body. He was rotating the hand slowly against her, in a twisting, circular motion, masturbating her with the palm of his hand.
"Touch me," Yvonne said to me. "Put your hand on my pussy."
Without hesitation, I did as I was told. I stretched my hand across my body and placed it squarely between her legs. I could feel the heat of her body through the dress, and she hunched her cunt up against my hand the moment I touched it. I began to masturbate her with my fingers.
"Under the skirt," she said. "Stick your finger in my cunt!"
I fumbled with her dress until I felt the cool roundness of her open thighs beneath my fingers. I was aware of her hand upon my prick, moving smoothly along the shaft, fucking me with her fingers. I slid my hand up her thigh until I touched her cunt. It was warm and furry, like a small, wet animal. I cupped her cunt, rubbing my hand against her flesh, through her wetness.
Someone moaned. I looked up and saw it was Hill. He had dropped his pants completely, and was naked from the waist down. He was looking at us and jerking himself off. His hand was a blur of motion against the sickly pale whiteness of his naked stomach. His organ seemed lost in his fist and his hand moved back and forth.
His watching me made me feel self-conscious for a moment, but the lure of her body was too much of a temptation. I pressed my hand against her, feeling the thickness of her mound and the heavy growth of hair that covered her there. I allowed my middle finger to slide through her slit, between the wetness of her inner lips. I could feel the warmth of her hole, drawing me like a magnet, oiling my fingers with the discharge of her cunt.
I saw her cunt on the screen before I saw it in person. Bevins had slipped her panties down her legs, and I could see them hanging from her like a crazy flag at half-mast. Her cunt was wide and full, and covered with the darkest, heaviest growth of pubic hair I had ever seen. It seemed to stretch from her ass, up between her legs, over the curve of her mound, and spread out from there in a wide vee, almost up to her navel. Bevins had his hand pressed against it, and I could see him sliding his middle finger in and out.
I looked across at her cunt and compared it with its picture on the film. If possible, the one that I was touching was fuller and heavier than the one in the film. Her hair was like a dark, tangled jungle.
I pushed my finger up, into her cunt. Yvonne moaned as I slipped my finger past her lips. I felt the burning heat of her insides sweltering around the shaft of my finger, wetting it. The passage was wide, well reamed. I could feel the walls of her cunt sucking against my finger, like a hot drain of swirling water. I pushed my finger in and out of her, feeling the muscles come together each time I withdrew and then push apart again as I pushed upward again. I moved my finger like a piston, in and out, in and out.
"NOW!" Hill said.
I looked across at him, thinking that he was cuming. But he wasn't, and I saw that he was giving his wife directions, urging her onward.
Yvonne moved on the screen the same way she moved next to me. She bent her body across mine, bending her top towards my loins. I stiffened as I realized what she was going to do to me. The same thing that she was doing to Bevins in the film.
I felt her mouth open, and her breath billowing upward against the flesh of my cock. I felt her tongue run across the top of my cock, wetting it with her saliva. She rubbed her lips against the side of the shaft, playing her tongue against me as she trailed it upward and down. Her breath was hot and her mouth was wet. She plunged down upon the shaft, taking me wholly into her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hill was almost moaning. His back was arched, and his hand was still moving against his body, pounding away at his cock. The tip of his prick was bright red in color, and I could see the smallest trace of moisture bubbling at the opening.
Her lips tightened around my cock, and I could feel the pleasurable scrape of her teeth on the crown of my cock. Her tongue was moving against me, licking, rubbing, pushing and sucking my cock up into her mouth. She moved her head up and down on my organ, allowing me quick glimpses of the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. She moved upward rapidly until she had almost disengaged herself, and then she plummeted down again, moving slowly, sensually.
I looked up at the screen to see her doing the same thing to Bevins. But his organ was too large for her to swallow completely, and she only could manage about half of it. The rest, the unsucked part, she rubbed with her hands, jerking him off and sucking him at the same time.
I could feel my body tightening in the middle. I began to arch myself upward, pressing myself into her face. I put my hands around her head, guiding her movement and pushing her further down upon my trembling cock.
Yvonne slid completely from the couch and crawled in between my legs on her knees. I felt her fingers tugging at my pants, loosening the belt and working at the snap. A moment later she had my pants open, and she was sliding them down over my hips, pulling my underpants with them. I lifted my body, crushing my back against the couch, and allowed her to pull the pants down my legs. All the while she did this, she was working on my cock with her mouth, moving it up and down, eating me with her lips.
My pants were down near my knees, and I could feel the cool caress of air against my nakedness. The coolness was exciting against my burning body. I could see the white tail of my shirt flapping obscenely against my naked legs, making me even more aware of my nakedness.
"That's it!" It was Hill again. "Suck on him! Suck his cock! Swallow it! Swallow his cum!"
His face was contorted with pleasure, and rivers of sweat ran across his jowled cheeks. With his free hand he was unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt was off he began to step out of his fallen pants. He was completely naked now.
"Fuck her, Allen!" he said to me. "Fuck my wife! Jam your cock up her cunt! Fuck her!"
Yvonne removed her lips from my joint. Her mouth was wet and slobbered with saliva, and my cock was heavily coated with a thick film of juice. Her saliva dribbled down the sides of the organ, making tiny puddles around the thick base and leaving bubbles of moisture dripping from the ends of my crotch hairs. The air felt cool and stimulating against my flesh, and I began to ache with the need to bury my organ again.
She obliged. She turned around so that her ass faced me. She lifted her dress and stepped backward and up, onto the pillows of the couch. With a leg on either side of my naked body, she began to bring herself down upon my erect cock. I felt the warmth of her pussy against its tip, and the tickling scrape of pubic hair.
"Hold me so I don't fall!" she instructed.
I grabbed her waist, pinching my fingers inward, and I guided her down upon me. I felt the tip slip easily into her wetness, and I felt the sweltering heat of her insides against my cock. She pushed herself downward, and I felt myself slide up into her body, pinning her with my erection. Her body was all around me, and I could feel the cool swelling underside of her ass pressed against my thighs. My legs were together, and she was sitting on my middle, with a leg dangling from either side.
"Wait! Wait!" said Hill. He moved across the room in our direction. His hand was finally away from his prick, and it stood away from his body like a rigid finger poking from his belly. His crotch was almost hairless.
I twisted my head to see what he was doing. He stood before his wife and wriggled his erection in her face. She bent forward and placed him between her lips. I could feel her weight shifting, pulling inside, moving against my cock. As she bent her head to suck him, beyond her, I could see the screen. In the film she was fucking with Bevins as she was fucking with me: straddled across his lap with his cock somehow buried up to the hilt. The only difference was that Hill was not in the film. He was here, in reality.
Yvonne stretched her legs, straining towards the floor with her toes. I could feel her cunt pull upward, tightening as she moved. Once she touched the floor, she began to push herself up and down on my organ, fucking herself with me.
I watched between her legs as the organ slid in and out of her body. The lips of her cunt clung to the sides of the shaft, sliding wetly up and down.
I could feel myself begin to cum. I pushed up into her violently, shoving my cock into the depths of her belly. My balls shattered, and I felt my cum spewing hotly into the cavern of her cunt. My legs trembled with the effort.
Yvonne pulled her mouth away from her husband's organ.
"He's cuming!" she screamed.
Hill moaned and grabbed his cock with both his hands, holding it at the base. He thrust his hips upward and arched his back. He began to cum. His sperm splashed outward, flying through the air and smacked wetly against her face. It dribbled down her cheeks in milky white rivers.
Yvonne screwed herself down upon my cuming cock. She placed both her hands on my-stomach, and she leaned backwards towards me. I watched the sperm run down her cheeks, across her lips and into her open mouth.
Hill continued to cum. He aimed his prick at his wife's open mouth and tried to deposit his sperm down her throat.
I felt her shudder once, convulsively. Her cunt tightened around my cock, like a vise around a piece of soft wood. The ring of her cunt puckered, and I could feel her thighs trembling. I knew she was cuming.
Hill screamed once, and fell forward against his wife. She slumped with his weight, pushing me backward into the couch, crushing me under both of them. Their bodies were slick with perspiration and they reeked of sexuality. My organ was still buried deeply in her cunt.
It was over.
I pushed Hill over to the side, and he slumped against the couch. His legs were open, and his cock had wilted. It lay across his thigh like a broken piece of wet flesh. Yvonne was still on top of me, but she was to the side, resting on my shoulder and the back of the couch.
Beyond her head, through the twisted web of her hair, I could see the screen. The film was still running. The scene was a shot of Yvonne's crotch. The camera moved in closer, and it seemed to freeze on that image.
Then I saw why.
From between her cunt lips, oozing down the thick shaft of his cock I could see a thick, moving white substance. His cum. The final orgasm for the five of us.
The camera remained fixed upon the crotch as more and more of the white fluid stained the man's balls. Then the image jumped once or twice and was gone.
The film was over.
CHAPTER TWO
The telephone was ringing somewhere in the back of my mind, and I could feel myself groping towards consciousness. My eyes opened and I looked about my room still slightly confused. I remembered last night with Yvonne Hill and her husband. Then I remembered that I had left there and returned to my own apartment.
I sat up, sleep half-blinding my eyes and numbing my awareness. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretched and walked over to the telephone. Naturally, by the time I got there, the ringing stopped.
"Hello!" I said into the receiver.
Nothing.
I cursed quietly and turned back towards the bed.
I lay back in the warmth of the sheets and the softness of the. pillow, but I knew sleep would not come again. I was like that. No matter what time I went to sleep, I could never get back to sleep after I had been awakened.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling sleep receding from my brain. I thought again of Yvonne Hill and her obsequious husband Kenneth Hill. Imagine pimping for your wife. Procuring men for her to fuck.
Hill must be a sick man.
She was good, though, I told myself. After the first fuck there were three others. In the last, we were all-naked, and Hill had his camera and lights out for more home movies. He's quite creative, that man. He got some very good close-ups of her sucking my cock and me fucking her.
That part was strange, I thought. Fucking her and having Hill in the background, directing us: "Open your legs a little more. That's it, play with his balls. Push it all the way into her pussy, Allen."
It even felt odd; having someone in between your legs, pressing up against you, lifting your balls so that the camera would have a nice tight shot of his wife's cunt. Or feeling the added heat of the lights on your ass or stomach, and listening to the rattle of the film run through the camera. It was an unusual, novel experience.
He never touched me once, though, I remembered. If he was a queer, he never made any overt attempts to join in with us. It was as though he were content just to watch me making it with his wife. As though watching another man giving her his cock was exciting in itself.
We parted friends, with an open invitation to come and visit again. "Bring your wife the next time!" Yvonne had added. When she said it I assumed it was for Hill, but the more I think about it, I'm sure she wanted Patti for herself. I wonder how that would have turned on Hill? I know the idea turned me on, and I pushed the sight of Patti eating out of Yvonne's cunt from my mind.
The telephone rang again.
I was to the receiver before the first ring had stopped.
"Hello!" I fairly yelled into the receiver. "Uh ... hello," someone said on the other side. It was a man's voice. "Who is this?" I asked.
"I'm calling about your ad ... in Stud..."
"Yes ... "
"Are you ... Al?"
"Yes."
"And the ad is real!"
"Yes," I said. "It's real. But I specifically said in the ad that it was for women only. Men aren't my thing. Nothing personal, you understand."
"Oh, no!" he said. "I think you're misunderstanding me. I'm not answering the ad for myself ... I'm calling for my wife ... Michelle."
"Your wife?" I asked. I thought of Kenneth Hill and his wife Yvonne. I remembered how I had answered his ad. Apparently, Hill's perversion wasn't as unique as I had imagined.
"Yes," he confessed. He seemed to be breathing heavily. "I was just checking out the ad for her ... to make sure that it was a good ad, you know."
I became suspicious. "Is your wife there now?"
"Uh. No. She's out just now ... shopping."
"I see." I did, really. "Why don't you have your wife give me a call when she returns? Okay?"
"Sure, sure," he said. His voice altered. "But before you hang up, just let me ask you a few questions?"
"Go ahead."
"Let me tell you something about Michelle. She's twenty-six, and has short black hair. She weighs about one-twenty, and she's five-five..."
His voice trailed off, and he sounded as though he were spitting his words through half-clenched teeth. I had a feeling I knew what he was doing while we were talking. "Continue," I told him.
"She has nice tits ... and a nice big ass ... really big. Good to hold onto when you're fucking her ... " My cock began to twitch.
"And her cunt ... oh god ... she has a wonderful cunt! Black hair ... a lot of it ... heavy hair. But none between her legs ... near her cunt hole. It's bare there ... when she opens the large lips you can see right up her cunt ... "
His voice trailed off again. He was breathing hard. I knew he was masturbating, because I was beginning to feel like doing it myself. His talk was strangely erotic.
"Michelle loves to fuck ... to feel a dick slide up into her ... to feel you cum inside of her ... cum inside of Michelle!"
I touched my own cock and began to manipulate it, slowly.
"Do you like to eat? Eat pussy?"
"Yes," I said. I sounded distant from my own voice.
"Well ... Michelle loves to be eaten ... loves for men to suck her cunt and stick a tongue up her twat ... And she loves to blow too! Suck cocks ... big cocks that cum in her mouth ... I'M CUMINGGGH"
I heard him make a shuddering noise with his voice, and the telephone went dead. I said hello twice more and then hung up the receiver.
Son-of-a-bitch! I thought to myself. I walked back to the bed, fondling my erection. I sat down and half-contemplated jerking off. I was that aroused.
Again the telephone rang.
I thought it was him again. "Hello."
"Is this Allen?" another voice asked. It was a man's voice, a different man's voice. "Yes, it is."
"Allen of the Stud ad."
"Yes," I said again.
"Good. My name is Brian. Brian Bennett and I'm a homosexual-"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bennett," I cut in. The ad was beginning to be more annoying that promising. I seemed to be getting all the wrong responses. "But in the ad I clearly indicated that I wasn't interested in men. Women only. Girls. Housewives. Pussies, you know!"
"No," he said, continuing, not the least bit disconcerted. "I understood that part."
"Then why are you calling? You're wasting your time and mine!"
"Maybe not," Brian insisted. "I know you're not interested in gays, but I could be interested in you. I could be very helpful to you."
"How?" I asked.
"Did you ever get yourself rimmed when you were fucking a woman?" he asked. "Did you."
"No-"
"Have you ever had your balls sucked while you were fucking? Or the shaft of your cock licked while you're pushing it in and out of someone's cunt?"
"No." Again.
"I thought not. How do you think you'd feel about those things."
"You mean would I enjoy them."
"Yes."
"Of course I would."
"Then I'm the man for you."
"Are you proposing that you do these things?"
"Sure," he said. "Why not? I've done it before. To many men. They have enjoyed it, and I've enjoyed doing it."
"But why?" I asked.
"It's exciting. It's stimulating for the man to be worked on while he's working on some woman. He cums better. Heavier. Hotter. I work on his balls, his prick and his ass. And he works on her pussy. It's great!"
"How do you cum?"
"Any number of ways. Sometimes I just spontaneously cum while I'm doing my thing. Mostly I have to jerk myself off. Once or twice I've tried fucking the woman; it's not bad, but it's certainly not as good as a nice tight ass."
"Why don't you try just sticking to men?" I asked.
"Whenever you get three or more people together sexually, its always better. More intense. Besides," he confessed, "there's nothing sweeter than taking the cum from a dick that has just been buried in some woman's pussy. That cream really shoots out of that cock, like hot milk from a cow. It's like I'm stealing it from the pussy."
"What if I object?" I asked. "I've never been sucked off by a man."
"Never?" he was incredulous. "You don't know what you're missing. There's no cocksucker like a gay cocksucker. Women are cunt-oriented. Gays are oral. Believe me, once you have had your prick sucked by a gay, women will seem vapid by comparison."
I doubted that. But the idea didn't sound too bad. I had no hang-ups about homosexuals. If that was his thing, it was all right with me. Who knows, it might be exciting?
I took his telephone number and told him that I would be in touch with him should the situtation ever arise where I could require his peculiar services.
"Nice talking to you, Allen," Brian said.
"I'll be in touch," I told him.
"Just one more thing-"
"Yes?"
"You have no hang-ups about organ size, do you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well ... I'm what you might call well hung."
"How well hung."
"Nine inches."
That made my seven inches feel small. "No hang-ups, right? I know some guys are very sensitive about things like that."
"No. No problem."
"Good."
"Good-bye."
"Ciao." He hung up.
My hand was still on the receiver, when the phone rang a third time. "Hello!" I said. Nothing.
"Hello! Who's there?" Still nothing.
"Bull shit!" I cursed softly under my breath. I was just about to hang the telephone up when I heard a noise. Giggling. "Who is this?" Tasked again.
"Someone who wants to get fucked," was the reply I received. It was a woman's voice. "Who?"
"This is the man who put the ad in the magazine, isn't it? The man who's going to fuck all those lonely women?"
"That's my ad," I said. The voice sounded younger than a woman. I guessed it was a girl. "Well," she said. "I want you to fuck me."
"How old are you?"
"Old enough to get fucked ... Old enough to have already been fucked ... plenty of times."
"I see," I answered. I was sure now she could be no older than fifteen or sixteen. Judging from her frequent use of the word fuck, and her boasting, she might even be younger.
"When can I meet you?" she asked.
"Whoa! Just a second. I didn't say I wanted to meet you yet."
"Why not? I got a good cunt. As good as anybody's. I know how to use it, too. I ain't been a virgin since I was thirteen!"
"Well," I said, humoring her. "That is commendable."
"So when are you going to meet me?"
"I don't know yet. I have been kind of busy-"
"Busy at what? Fucking all those ladies?"
"Partially."
"So why don't you want to fuck me?"
"Well, you do sound a little young."
"So what! When I sit my cunt on your face and you stick your tongue up my hole, I don't think you're going to ask me for my birth certificate."
I didn't answer. The crudeness of her language was shocking, and oddly sexual. I knew the girl could not have been more than sixteen, but here she was talking to me about intimate sexual matters, and using language that a hardhat might blush at. I found it exciting me regardless of what I personally thought of the girl.
"Did you ever eat pussy?" the girl asked.
"Yes. I have."
"How about a young pussy? A fifteen-year-old pussy."
"No."
"Well, my cunt is different. It's smaller ... and it has smaller labia ... less hair. My cunt is almost naked. Would you like to lick a hairless pussy? And inside, my hole ... it's tight ... tighter than any hole you've ever jabbed your cock into."
She was giving me an erection. I touched myself, and squeezed my cock until it was rigid. I began to stroke myself.
"How about you?" she asked. "How big are you? Your cock?"
"Large enough."
"I bet you are ... hairy balls, too ... Have you got a hard-on now? ... what are you doing ... jerking off?"
"No," I lied, and increased my tempo.
"Why not ... that's what I'm doing ... sticking my finger up into my pussy ... my wet pussy..."
Involuntarily, my mouth made a noise. A moan.
"I'm getting to you, ain't I," she sounded proud. "Tell me when you're going to cum. Make believe you're fucking ... or better ... that I'm sucking you off ... you're going to cum in my mouth...! "
I squeezed my balls. My erection was trembling.
"Tell me when you're going to cum ... I want to know. Put the telephone receiver down against your cock ... let me hear you cum into the receiver ... "
"Jesus..."
"You're all shook up now ... ain't you ... Sure, I know you are ... playing with yourself ... jerking off ... big man ... going to fuck all those ladies
... And here he is ... talking to a young girl and jerking off ... "
I heard a laugh in the background. An adolescent titter.
"Well," she said. "Take your hard-on and shove it up your own ass..."
The telephone exploded in a torrent of laughter, and I realized for the first time that there was more than one person on the line with her. I heard several voices, some of them boys. Taunting, laughing voices.
My hand trembled as I slammed the receiver down. But I still had my hard-on.
I stalked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, staring at the telephone. I cursed to myself and rubbed my erection up and down between my legs. The ad wasn't turning out the way I had planned, I could see. I knew I would receive my share of crank calls, but this was beginning to look like more than I bargained for.
I reached for a package of cigarettes from my night-stand top. I lit the cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply into my lungs, and continued to stroke my hard-on. It was standing out rigidly between my legs. The circumcised head was swollen fully, and it rested against the curve of my thigh. I reached down and squeezed it and cursed again. I imagined the girl in my mind-how she must look naked. I saw her with her thin, not quite developed thighs parted, and her sparsely-haired cunt between. She was touching r r-self ... her cunt ... putting her finger into-"
The telephone rang.
I stared at it and let it ring. Twice, three, four times. I was determined not to answer it. Let it ring all morning for all I care.
It rang twice more and then it stopped. I stared at it, feeling an emptiness growing in my stomach. I tried to drag on the cigarette, but the smoke was harsh and I coughed. I crushed the cigarette out in an ashtray.
The phone rang again and I leaped for it. I held it to my ear and listened.
A woman said hello. This time I was sure it was a woman.
"Yes," I answered.
"Are you ... Allen?" she asked. Her voice was thin, perhaps uncertain. "Yes."
"My name is Gail ... Gail Bowman. I'm calling about ... for your ad."
That was different. I thought. She gave me a name.
"You're interested in my ad?"
"Yes ... I am." She still sounded uncertain.
"Interested in what respect?" I asked cautiously.
"What do you mean?" she asked back. A heaviness of sudden anger laced through her response.
"Why are you interested?" I asked her.
"Because I want a lover!" She sounded angry that I had forced her into saying the words. Perhaps it was the first time she had admitted it to herself or anyone else.
"Why do you want a lover?" I asked.
"That's none of your fucking business!" Her voice was trembling with anger.
I began to say something but she stopped me.
"Look, maybe I've made a mistake. I'm sorry I bothered you..."
"Hey! Hey!" I said. "Don't hang up!"
"Look ... I ... just-" her voice worked its way down to nothing. The anger was gone, and her voice sounded empty and hollow.
"I'm sorry," I found myself saying to her. "I was just asking because I was curious. I get so many crazy, crank callers ... "
"Okay. I'm sorry that I yelled. I'm just nervous, I guess. I've never done this before. Never done anything like this."
For some reason, I thought of Patti. "I understand," I told her. "I won't ask any questions."
She didn't say anything.
"Are you still interested?"
She didn't answer right away.
"Yes," she finally said. Her voice was small and quiet.
"All right," I agreed. "But before we can get together, I'm going to have to ask you some questions. I have to know something about you."
"You're right. Go ahead."
"First, let me tell you something about myself. Maybe that will make it easier."
I told her my name and address. Then I began to describe myself: "I'm five-ten, have" black hair and brown eyes. I weigh about one-sixty-five. I'm a college grad, and I'm married."
"So am I," she confessed.
"Are you still living with your husband?" I asked.
"Yes ... yes."
I was quiet for a moment.
"Tell me something about yourself?" I suggested.
"I'm twenty-six years old. I've been married almost five years; I have a little girl-"
"Tell me what you look like," I suggested. I wanted to keep her from any personal detail. She seemed to be teetering, and I didn't want her to fall the wrong way.
"I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm almost five-six. I guess sort of thin: I weigh one-fifteen."
"Are you pretty?". I asked.
"I don't know..." she confessed. "I used to think I was. I don't know anymore..."
"You sound attractive," I helped.
"Thank you."
"What about the rest of you? Your shape? Your dimensions?"
"Well ... I have a small waist, I guess ... twenty-four. My hips are sort of slim ... thirty-four..." She trailed off again.
"Your breasts?" I asked. "What about your breasts?"
"They're on the small size. Thirty-four."
"You said that as though you're ashamed of them."
"They are sort of small."
"Size has nothing to do with pleasure. I've found in women with small breasts that they usually are exquisitely sensitive. Are yours like that?"
I could almost hear her blush. "Yes."
"You like them played with. Sucked. Fondled."
"Yes, I do."
"I bet it drives you right out of your mind, doesn't it."
"How did you know?" I smiled. "Experience."
She seemed to be relaxing; less tense and high strung. She was opening up more to me.
"What about the rest of sex?" I asked. "Do you enjoy it?"
"I used to. Before. When we were first married. Even before we were married-"
She halted, as though she had revealed some dark secret to me. She never picked the thread up again, so I asked her:
"How do you feel about oral sex."
"You mean sixty-nine? Going down on each other."
"Yes."
"We tried it once or twice ... but-"
"Wait and try it with me. Then decide."
I heard her breath suck in, and I knew my words were stimulating her. It was forbidden and sinful, but at the same time, exciting and fascinating.
"When can I meet you?" I asked.
She thought for a moment. "It will have to be a week-day. Bob-my husband works during the day."
"Fine with me. How about Monday morning about nine o'clock?"
She hesitated again. "All right."
She gave me her address and telephone number. I was just about to hang up, when she asked me one more question:
"Are you ... ah ... big? Your organ ... thing?"
"You mean my cock?" I was purposefully crude.
"Yes. Your ... "
"Say it. Say the word."
"Your cock. Is your cock big?"
"Yes it is. Seven inches."
She was silent for another moment.
"Good," she finally said.
The word made my cock twitch. She had revealed a hell of a lot with that simple "good." A hell of a lot. I was looking forward to Monday. I said good-bye and hung up the telephone. I decided to take a shower. I really needed it. A cold shower.
I had the shower turned up to full force, when the telephone rang again. I was going to ignore it this time. It had made me horny enough for one morning, and even though it had only been the last call that had shown any promise, the cumulative effects of talking about sexual matters to total strangers was getting to me. I still had my hard-on, and I was contemplating whether to jerk off before or after my shower.
The telephone continued to ring, and the lure of the unknown, the attraction of what might be, was too strong for me to ignore. I picked up the receiver, held my cock in my hand and said hello.
"Hello," said a woman's voice. Her tone sounded deep; husky. She seemed to be panting or short of breath.
"What can I do for you?" I asked innocently.
"You could fuck me, for openers," the woman said.
I immediately thought of the young girl from before. "Is this some sort of joke?" I asked.
"Only if I have the wrong number. Are you Al? With the ad in Stud?"
"You have the right number."
"Good. Then you're the man I want to talk to."
"To get together?" I asked.
"Not on your ass, brother!" she said. "I do all my fucking over the telephone. It's safer and cleaner."
"I don't under-"
"I want you to talk to me, baby. Talk dirty to me."
"Just talk?"
"Sure, and while you talk, I'm doing it to myself."
"You mean you're masturbating?"
"You bet your ass, I am. Right now I'm shoving a seven-inch rubber cock in and out of my pussy."
"Is this some sort of joke?" I asked again. I couldn't believe my ears. I was receiving an obscene telephone call from a woman!
"I told you no already. Now let's get down to business. I'm hot and my cunt is flowing."
"Look, lady. I don't service women over the telephone!"
"Why not. Isn't it better than jerking off by yourself? Look. This way we both cum, nobody gets pregnant, I'm not really cheating on my old man, and you never have to leave your house."
"But that's crazy-"
"Why?" she asked.
I couldn't think of a why. But I knew it must be crazy. It was too crazy to be anything else.
"Look," she said. "All you have to do is take your meat in your hand and start pulling it. Say whatever you like. How it feels, tell me about the last time you got laid, anything."
My cock was as hard as a rock. Her words, combined with this morning's telephone calls had left me almost panting for release. I followed her instructions and touched myself. After all, why not! I was going to masturbate; this certainly was better than imagining sex.
"Let me get you started," she said.
I began to pump my hand up and down my organ.
"Imagine me nude," she began. "Because lam. I'm laid out on my bed, absolutely naked. I've got my legs open and up, and I'm pushing a dildo in and out of my upturned pussy. Right now I'm sliding it in ... Jesus! ... that feels good."
I saw her in my mind and I increased my stroking movement. Each time my fist banged against my stomach, I felt my balls smack into my parted thighs.
"What color hair do you have on your cunt?" I asked.
"That's it! That's it! ... Black ... heavy ... black ... pussy ... hair ... and a fat cunt with a rubber cock in it!"
I could feel my stomach tightening. My balls seemed to rise up against my legs with the building pressure. My hand was moving rapidly now.
"And my tits ... I've got big, sloppy tits. They nearly hang to my stomach ... hear! Listen to this ... I'm picking up one and I'm putting the nipple in my mouth ... I'm sucking on it ... on my own tit!" I heard a slurping noise. "Jesus, I'm going to cum..." she said. "Me, too," I confessed. I could feel my orgasm building steadily, with an ever increasing tempo. "Tell me about it ... about your cock. ... "
"I'm jerking off," I said, surprised at the excited quality of my own voice. "My hand's running up and down my cock ... the head is swelling ... getting red and big..."
"More! More you mother-fucker. ... "
"Seven inches of cock that's going to cum ... shoot out its hot cum..."
"How big is it?"
"Big ... big! Very big ... Seven inches..."
"Oh, shit! Shove it in me!"
"I am ... it's in you now ... do you feel it?"
"Yes ... it's going in and out ... like a piston ... push it in hard ... let me feel you in my cunt ... to the hilt!"
"CHRIST!" I screamed. "I'm cuming ... "
I began to spew my hot, white cum out all over the bed. I must have looked strange standing there naked, jerking off with one hand, and cradling the telephone under my ear with the other. I pumped my fist, and began to shake my cock as though it were alive. Cum splashed against my hand and my leg. It was burning hot against my flesh. I watched it sail across the room, through the air, plopping silently against my pillow and spilling like a river onto the rug. I couldn't stop cuming.
"Meee tooooo!" she screamed into the receiver. I heard a moan and then a wet, moving sound and I realized what it was. She had moved the receiver from her mouth and had placed it down near her cunt. The sound I was hearing was the noise of the dildo as it pushed in and out of her cunt!
I was listening to her fuck herself!
I began to cum again. My balls ached but I kept emptying them in dribbling puddles across my bedroom rug. Finally my hand fell away from the organ, and my knees went weak. I stumbled over to the bed with the telephone still in my hand. I fell back on the bed, exhausted.
After a moment, the wet sound stopped, and I heard her breathing heavily. Then I heard a loud, sucking noise, like water going down a drain. It was the dildo, being pulled from her wet cunt.
"That was all right!" she said. Her voice cracked and was dry. "You're a good fuck."
"Thanks," I said.
"I'll call again," she promised. "Then I'll really have something in store for you." I couldn't imagine what.
I heard her chuckle obscenely and then hang up the phone. My end went dead.
I tried to get up to hang up the receiver, but I was too exhausted. I lay back on the bed, in the puddle of my own sperm, and listened to the running water of my shower.
About three minutes later, I was sound asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
"Come in," Gail Bowman said.
I smiled at her. She was pretty, and I told her so. She had long, light brown hair, and her hazel eyes were more green than hazel. She was wearing a pink, quilted bathrobe, with frilly lace at the collar and sleeve ends, and she wore a matching pair of pink slippers. She was wearing her make-up-green eye shadow, pale pink lipstick, and just the faintest blush of redness on her cheek. The make-up made her appearance seem warmly attractive balanced against her casual dress. She reminded me of a newlywed, awakening on her honeymoon morning to greet her new husband.
I stepped into the apartment, and she closed the door behind me. As she brushed past me I could smell the clean sweetness of powder or perfume.
"How do you feel this morning?" I asked.
"Don't ask," she said. Her voice seemed strained, but she was smiling at me. I guessed that she was nervous.
"Relax," I told her.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll be all right."
"I'm sure you will be," I said slowly, carefully allowing her to understand my second meaning.
She laughed nervously, but smiled. "Would you like some coffee? Or a drink?"
"No. Nothing. I've already had my breakfast."
"You don't mind if I have some coffee, do you?"
"No, go ahead" I told her. By now we had walked into the living room. It was rather small, furnished with inexpensive contemporary furniture. I sat in a small arm chair that faced a television.
"I'll be right back," she said once I had seated myself. "I'm just going to get my cup."
I watched her walk out of the room. Her body moved lightly, carefully, almost gracefully. Her hair bounced, and I could hear the swish of her bathrobe as it scraped across her body. The sound was exciting.
"You're sure you don't want a cup?" she asked from the kitchen.
I told her no again. I looked about the room. On top of the television there was a picture of her husband. I studied his face for a moment, but I couldn't tell anything from the photo. He was young-looking, thin-lipped and blue-eyed.
Gail swished back into the living room. She held a cup and a saucer in her hand, and she was sipping from the cup as she walked. Her lips were wet, and they seemed to glisten in a very attractive way. She tilted her head and swung her long brown hair away from her face. She sat across from me on a long green couch.
"Wow!" she said softly, as she placed the cup and saucer down on a coffee table. "This is crazy."
"Is it?"
"I guess so. It feels so strange. I feel strange."
"How do you feel?" I asked. "Nervous, I guess."
"Excited?"
"A little."
"Just a little."
"It's hard to tell. More than a little, I guess."
"Good. I'm excited, too."
All the while we were speaking, her eyes were down, and she was looking at her coffee. At my admission, she looked up and studied my face for the first time. Our eyes met, and I felt a flicker of passion lick through my crotch.
"You know you're very pretty," I told her again. I remembered our telephone conversation when I asked her whether she was attractive. Her hesitation then had made me feel that point might be used as a lever.
"Thank you," Gail said. Her face colored slightly, and I could tell my compliment had caught her off-guard.
"I don't know why you hesitated last week, when I asked whether you were attractive," I said, continuing to apply my leverage.
"I always used to think I was but ... I don't know. I guess being married for so long has something to do with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Not going out on dates any more, or meeting any men, I guess. You get to wonder about yourself."
"Don't wonder," I told her. "I'm looking forward to making love to you."
"Oh," she said softly.
Her face colored again, and it was almost as though she had forgotten my reason for having been there. I could see the thought register in her eyes, and her face flushed again, remembering. It was more than self-consciousness that was making her color now: it was passion.
"Oh," she said a second time.
"Would you like to see the ... rest of the rooms?" she asked. I smiled and nodded to her.
She put her cup back into the saucer, and it rat-tied. She rose quietly, smiled self-consciously at me, and turned towards the bedroom. I followed closely behind.
We were just into the bedroom when I caught up to her. She had her back to me still, and I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me. Her body went limp, and I felt her soft warmth crush up against me. Her head tilted to the side, and her hair slowly slid across her neck, baring it for me.
I bent against her and nuzzled my face against her naked neck. I opened my mouth and put my lips onto her flesh. I moved my open mouth against her neck, licking at her with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her neck, trailing it up to her ear. I began to dab at her ear and I felt her shuddering against me.
"Jesus!" she said softly.
I moved my hands upward from her waist, where I had encircled her. I placed my palms against her stomach and began sliding them upward towards her breasts. The material of her robe felt cool and silken under my open hands, and the flesh beneath the robe, soft and warm. I slid my hands up, over her breasts, grasped them in my hands.
"Christ!" she said, shuddering again with the contact. I could feel a tenseness weaving through the limpness of her body, a growing pressure. She was beginning to return the press of my body, moving slowly, gently against me.
Her breasts were small but firm. Through the material of the bathrobe I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel the fleeting firmness of the flesh, crushed against my squeezing fingers, cushioned by the matted material of the robe. Her nipples came to sudden life, and I could feel their pert stiffness as I rubbed my hands back and across her breasts.
I began to pump my ass in and out against the swell of her backside. I could feel my hard-on growing and pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She was beginning to rotate her hips, grinding herself against me.
My tongue pushed in and out of her ear, licking wetly, and I humped her ass through the material of her robe. I was aware of the perfume of her body, mixing lightly with the odor of sex, and I continued to knead her breasts with both my hands. My hands cupped each tit, lifting them, putting them, playing with the nipple through the robe.
I began to open the buttons of her robe. First the middle ones so that I could slide my hand through the slit and touch her beneath the robe. The button loosened, and the robe fell away. I slid my hand into the warmth beneath, hearing the sudden suck of air she made at the contact.
She was wearing something starchy and stiff under the robe. Probably a night gown. Something frilly and feminine, like her robe. Nothing too sexy, but suggestive.
I touched her left tit. It was like a small, firm apple under my hand. I squeezed it, and she moaned. I began to play with it, holding it, squeezing it, pinching the nipple, and she began to react.
She crushed her body against my cock. She bent her ass backwards, arching her back so that the soft cheeks of her ass were tightly pressed against me. She moved herself up and down, then around, moving slowly, sensuously, savoring the forbidden lusting pleasure that my body was awakening in her.
"Turn around," I whispered in her ear.
She obeyed, spinning around slowly, crushing her softness against the hard parts of my body as she moved. Her mouth was open when I tried to kiss her, and her tongue licked against my lips until I opened my mouth to swallow her. Her tongue lashed against me furiously, and I could feel her teeth pressed against my mouth.
My hands moved upward and I opened the rest of the buttons. I slipped the robe down her arms, and it fell into a noiseless puddle at our feet. My hands moved up and down her body, sliding up from her waist to touch her breasts.
I was between her legs now, and she opened them to accommodate my hardness. I slid my cock between her legs, pushing the material of her night gown back up into the mound of her cunt. I rubbed myself up and down the length of her cunt, feeling my cock scrape against the material which imprisoned both our bodies. I played with her tits and humped myself between her legs while our tongues tasted each others' hot, wet mouths.
I began to pull the night gown up, slowly revealing her naked body beneath. Her flesh was cool and hot, soft and hard, and my greedy hands ran across it with insatiable haste. I touched her naked breast and she moaned. I slid my hand across her stomach and touched her cunt and I felt her legs bend and go weak.
"Touch me there," she told me. "Between my legs,"
I put my hand where my cock was, slipping it between our bodies, and I touched her cunt. It was wet, unbelievably wet. My hand touched her mound, her hair, her cunt lips. I slid my hand down and around, over the edge of her body, rubbing her cunt, slipping my fingers between the lips of her pussy.
"That's it!" she hissed. "Oh, god-fuck! Touch it! Touch it!"
I pushed apart the lips of her cunt and pushed my finger up inside of her. Her cunt felt wet, hot. Her in-sides were on fire, and I rotated my stiff finger inside her body, stirring her as I might still soup or pudding that was about to boil over. I was whipping her cunt into a frenzied fire, twirling my impaled finger around and around in her cunt.
Her legs were trembling and she began to hump herself up and down upon my finger. I could feel the swell of her ass against the back of my hand as she lifted her own body up and plunged it down, fucking herself with my finger.
"Touch my cock," I told her.
"Yes ... yes!" she answered.
She put her hand down between my legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed her hand against its sides, moving her fingers up from the base, pulling at it through the material of my pants.
"Squeeze it," I told her.
She did, and I could feel the blood moving down the shaft as her fingers tightened around it. She squeezed it again, and continued to run her hands up and down, banging herself with her own hand as she moved her cunt up and down upon my finger.
"Take it out!" she said.
"You take it out," I answered.
"OH GOD! Yes!" she said. Her mouth was open and the words rolled out, mingled against my tongue, smothering themselves in the cavern of my mouth.
Her hands moved up to the zipper and she pulled it down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my cock plopped out against her hand. It felt like fire against the velvet softness of her hand, and she moaned softly when she touched it, pulling back slightly with the contact.
But her hesitancy was only momentary, and her fingers went around the shaft of my cock. She squeezed it again, and I felt the tightening ring of her naked hand pressing against my cockhead. She rubbed it, running her fingers up from the base, then around the knob of head, squeezing it and then plunging her hands down under, between my legs, until she touched my balls.
"You are big," she said. She pushed past my balls, and forced her hand between my legs. I felt the tickling scrape of her finger nails against the mounds of my ass as her hand rubbed itself against my flesh. She tried to push her finger in between the cheeks of my ass, but the tight confines of my pants prevented her.
"Am I bigger than your husband?" I asked. "Yes ... much bigger..."
"Say it then."
"You're much bigger than Bob-your cock is bigger than Bob's."
Hearing her say that made my insides stir. My cock seemed to grow harder, and my passion more intense. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could almost taste it. I didn't want to wait.
I pulled my hand from her cunt and placed it on top of hers, on top of my own cock. Grasping my cock, I pulled it towards her cunt. I touched her pussy, and I felt the wetness of her cunt against the tip of my cock. I slid my length through the valley of her slit, wetting the sides of my cock with her lubrication. I bent my cock upward and pushed it against her, into the open wetness of her cunt. I felt my cock enter her body just a tiny bit, so that I could feel the warmth of her insides bathing the head of my cock. I stiffened my legs and began to push myself all the way inside of her.
"Not yet!" she begged. "Too soon! You promised you would ... eat me!"
I pushed the tip of my cock in and out of her body, never plunging it into her more than an inch or two. I was teasing her with my hardness, pushing myself against the entrance of her cunt.
"Tell me then," I said to her. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Eat me, you fuck!" she said through her teeth. She was feeling the tickle of my cock, and I knew she was enjoying it. "Eat my cunt, you fuck!"
I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her. My cock was still buried up to the tip in her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around me, and I carried her towards the bed. My knees banged into the mattress, and I lowered her carefully down, moving slowly, allowing her to feel my cock still inside her cunt. Her legs rested against the upper part of my body, bent at the knees as they slipped over my shoulders. Her whole underside was exposed as it lay on the bed, and I couldn't resist pushing myself once, deeply into her. I did, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash across my cock. Her cunt was like warm water. I plunged once, then pulled out.
"God!" she moaned as I pulled out, and involuntarily her hands went for my cock, attempting to prevent my withdrawal. But I had moved too quickly, and I was out. Her hand touched itself against her cunt, and she pushed a finger up, inside herself, attempting to relieve the ache my probing cock had left behind.
Her legs were still up, her body bent in half, and I slid my hands from her ass, up the backs of her thighs until they locked themselves in the joints of her knees. I pressed her legs back and apart, fully revealing her upturned cunt.
She had a lovely cunt. Her hair was slightly darker, almost red-brown. Her legs were open wide, and the lips of her cunt were pulled apart. I could see the delicate flap of the inner lips pulling away from the hole, and there, just beyond the hole, the dark red wetness of the canal itself. It was still open slightly, bearing the closing impression that my thick cock had made inside. Up at the top of her cunt, I could see the bud of her clitoris poking from the forest of dark brown pubic hairs.
I plunged forward and licked her clit. My tongue went out and wrapped itself around the nub, pushing at it in an exaggerated, long licking motion.
"Ohmygod!" she moaned. She grabbed her own breasts and began to rub them with the flat of her palm across the nipple. "I've never felt anything like this ... "
I stuck my tongue from out of my lips, stiffened it, and began to flick it across the tip of her clitoris. I moved my tongue rapidly, stroking the bud with a basting of wet pleasure. As I stroked her, I began to vibrate my head and tongue back and forth, adding another level of intensity to her excitement.
"Lick it ... oh christ! ... lick it!"
But I wanted more than to just lick it. I wanted to become a part of her pleasure. I flattened my tongue against her cunt and licked upward, pushing down against her as hard as I could. I started at her hole and licked up through the wet slit of her cunt until I found my mouth again circling the center of her pleasure. I sucked the clit up into my mouth as though it were a nipple, and I began to suck on it, scraping my teeth against its sides, biting down into its flesh almost.
Then I moved away, and stood up. My fingers were trembling as they worked at opening all of my buttons and buckles and zippers. My body was aching to be naked.
"Come back," Gail moaned. "Oh Jesus! ... It's so wet ... my cunt's so wet ... The air feels strange against the wet."
As soon as I was naked, I threw myself against her writhing body. Her flesh was hot against my nakedness, and I rubbed myself against her body. My cock slipped up between her legs and she closed her thighs around it. I felt the wetness of her cunt, and I began to pump my cock in and out of it.
My lips found her tits, and I pulled one up into my mouth. I licked at the nipple with my tongue, and gave her the same pleasure that I had with her clit. She began to squirm and moan and flay her arms wildly about.
"I want to eat you!" she screamed.
She pulled herself away from me and plunged her mouth down towards my cock. She grasped my cock with both her hands and brought her lips down to it. She was like a diver drowning, grasping for a life preserver. I felt her tongue touch the tip of my cock, bathing it with her saliva as she ran the flat part of her tongue against the sensitive underside, just at the base of the head.
"Suck it!" I encouraged her. "Take it into your mouth and suck it!"
"I've never..." she began. "I've never-"
"SUCK IT!" I commanded. My cock felt as though it were going to explode.
My words urged her on. She opened her mouth and let my cock slip into it. I felt her wetness and teeth, and then her moving tongue as it slid against my cock. She closed her lips against the side of my shaft, tightening the pressure she was bringing against my cock. She began to move her head up and down my shaft, moving her mouth with an irregular, inexperienced tempo. I could feel her licking at the shaft of my cock as it slid back forth past her tongue. Her saliva dribbled down the sides of my cock, making it grow slippery and well oiled. My cock pumped in and out of her open mouth.
"Good!" I told her. "Good!"
And she was. I think it was a combination of her growing enthusiasm and the awkward, gracelessness of her oral technique. Sucking cock was a new experience for Gail Bowman, I could tell, one that she was rapidly growing to enjoy.
I held her moving head with my hands, attempting to check her wild enthusiasm. I guided her open face up and down the thickness of my cock, watching it push like an obscene cigar through her puckered lips. I watched the shaft disappear down her throat, and felt the wetness of her mouth moving against me. I arched my back upward and pressed my crotch into her face, burying as much of my cock as I could.
Her mouth opened and gasped for air, and she felt as though she were choking on my cock. I pushed myself all the way up, watching the dark, curling hairs at the base of my cock as they rubbed against her gasping lips.
Her eyes widened and she pulled herself back. She was gasping, yet her excitement was unchecked. My selfishness had only provoked her to grow even wilder.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me'"
Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung loose and slobbered with saliva. Her long brown hair was matted and stringy, and perspiration dribbled down across her breasts.
Before I could move, she leaped upon me. I was lying on my back, and she moved up around me, straddling her open legs on either side of my middle. She grabbed my cock in her hand and pushed it up into her hot cunt, hunching downward upon it at the same time, bringing down her whole weight. I felt my cock slide up inside of her, and she pulled her guiding hand free from between our crotches. Our bodies were joined.
After my cock was in her, she continued to move forward until she was lying flat against me. Her thighs slid down between mine, bending at the knees, and hooking her ankles behind my knees. I arched my back and plunged my erect cock as deeply into her cunt as I could.
She was moaning now, loudly. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, and her face was buried against my neck. She began biting my neck, sucking my flesh up into her mouth with her teeth. Her hair was in my eyes, and I brushed it back so I could see..
She humped herself up and down on my cock, pumping her stomach against mine, undulating her muscles so that she met each thrust of my cock with an equal thrust of her pelvis. She tightened her thighs against mine, and wriggled her feet under my calves so that she was almost on her knees. She pushed herself down against my cock, tightening the muscles in her cunt around the invading hardness of my erection.
I pushed her top upward by her shoulders, and she stiffened her arms so that her body was no longer touching my chest. Her breasts were dangling in my face, and I bent my head forward until I captured a nipple between my lips. I licked the nipple with my mouth and pumped my cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh! Jesus! Oh!" she said, uttering each word separately. Her breathing was thick and wet, and her chest was heaving so rapidly that I had trouble keeping her tit in my mouth. She began to tighten her thighs around mine, and she screwed her cunt down against my cock. She began to tremble.
"Fuck me, I'm cuming!" she screamed.
I slipped my hands around the cheeks of her ass, grasping them like handles, and using them to guide her body up and down. My back was arched into a bow, and my ass was lifted clear of the mattress. Standing on the heels of my feet, my legs straining, I continued to push myself in and out of her cuming cunt. My pace began to increase as I felt my own orgasm suddenly building near the back of my cock.
"Cum inside of me!" Gail yelled. "I want to feel your cum inside of me where his is ... where Bob's is!"
I could feel her cunt moving around me, warm and wet. I could hear the squishing sounds of my cock plowing through the valley of her slit, moving the lips of her cunt up and down. Her cunt muscles tightened in a sudden, sexual spasm, and I felt her body suck upward, taking the whole length of my cock.
"Sweet Jesus!" she said again. "I'm cuming again ... "
It was then that I began to cum. It felt like my cock was melting inside of her. I felt the tip open up, and then a burning torrent of scum spilled out and upward, into the hollow of her cunt. My balls felt as though they were straining to keep up with the flow of cum, but my body did not stop, and I continued to pump liquid into her box.
As I was cuming, Gail began to cum a third time. Her cunt tightened around me, squeezing my cock until I thought it would be crushed in the tightening trap of her cunt. I felt wave after wave of my orgasm crash against my balls, and my cock continued to jerk even though there was no scum remaining in my body to spew forth.
I felt the sperm dribbling out of her cunt as she finally began to loosen her grip on my cock. The cum was wet and sticky, and it dripped down the side of my cock and ran over my balls. My arched back broke, and I fell against the bed. My cock fell limply from her cunt, and flopped down between my legs. Gail's cunt continued to dribble sperm across my belly.
I pushed her off me, and she fell heavily beside me. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling. Her tits bobbled up and down. Her body was coated with perspiration, and her brown hair was splayed across the pillow like broken strands of dirty sunlight.
My body was numb. I couldn't feel anything and my thoughts were scattered and confused. I was aware of shifting light and movement out of the corner of my eye. I moved my head and saw that it was Gail. She was on her knees, and she was crawling towards my cock. Her eyes were still glazed and her mouth hung open. She reminded me of a predatory animal, stalking its prey.
I felt her mouth again on my cock. She began to suck it gently, reawakening the ache in my balls. My cock was shriveled and flaccid, and lay like a dead weight in her mouth.
"Enough," I told her. I tried to push her head away from my crotch. "Enough."
Reluctantly she let my cock fall from her lips, but instead of ceasing, she bent towards my belly. I felt her tongue licking at the puddles of my sperm, as a cat might lick at a bowl of milk. Her tongue tickled my skin with its raw rubbing, but she continued to move across me until she had licked up every drop of scum.
"For someone who hasn't had much oral experience," I managed to say, "you sure are a rapid learner."
She looked up at me, smiling. Her chin was wet. "You better believe it," she said.
She reached down and grabbed my cock in her hand and she squeezed it.
"That was wonderful," she said.
"Good," I answered. "I'm glad you like it."
She looked at me again. Her eyes were serious. "I want to tell you something," she said.
"What?"
"You promise you won't laugh."
"No. I promise."
"That was the first time ... in my whole life ... that I ever had an orgasm from screwing ... the first time!"
"Really?"
"Before, I've always had to masturbate myself to orgasm while we were fucking. That was the first time I've ever cum like that!"
"Well," I said. "I'm glad I lived up to my ad."
"It was so good, I almost feel like paying you for it," she said, rubbing my balls.
I pushed her hand away. "Thank you. I've been paid in full."
She laughed. "When can I see you again?"
I thought for a moment. "Tomorrow, I guess," I told her. "
"Good." She said the word in the same tone as she did over the telephone when she had asked me the size of my cock. It stirred my half-dead balls again.
"Why?" I asked.
"I have a friend," she began. "A girl friend. Her name is Sandi. Sandi Berns. She lives down the hall."
"So?" I asked.
"I was thinking of inviting her over tomorrow morning," Gail said. "If you don't mind?"
I thought for a moment. "You mean you want me to take on both of you ... together?"
"Yes."
This time I didn't have to think. "Sure," I said. I could feel my cock stirring to life. She began to jerk me off with her hand.
"Sandi won't mind?" I asked.
"No," she said, pumping my cock so rapidly that it was beginning to hurt. "We've talked about this together, Sandi and I. We both have similar problems."
"And you want me to solve them?" I said.
"No," said Gail Bowman, just before she put my erect cock back in her mouth. "I want you to fuck us!"
She had come a long way in less than an hour. I wondered what tomorrow would be like.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sandi Berns was unbelievably attractive. She had short blonde hair and a dark brown tan. Her eyes were deep blue, and she had plump, round figure, with breasts that had to be at least thirty-eight or forty.
"Hi!" she said to me when she answered Gail's door. "You must be Allen."
"And you must be Sandi, right?" I said.
"Yes," she said, framed in the half-open door. "Come in Allen. I've certainly been looking forward to meeting you."
I smiled at her suggestion and slipped past her as I entered the apartment. I stood in the hall while she closed the door.
"Where's Gail?" I asked.
"In here!" I heard Gail call out. "In the kitchen."
"Good morning," I said as I walked into the kitchen. Gail was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. She had a newspaper spread out across the table, and she was reading it as she sipped her coffee. I recognized the paper. It was the sex paper in which I had placed my ad, Stud.
Sandi followed me into the kitchen. She walked across the room and stood behind Gail's chair, reading the paper over Gail's shoulder. Sandi was wearing a loose-fitting blouse and a pair of slacks. From the way her breasts sagged heavily, I knew she wasn't wearing anything under the blouse.
Probably nothing under the slacks, either, I thought to myself.
"How are you this morning?" Gail asked. She looked up from the paper and smiled at me. Her inhibitions from the previous day seem to have dissolved. She was still wearing the same pink bathrobe buttoned to her neck, but she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her face was still attractive, but in a warmer, more natural way.
"Fine," I answered. I sat down and faced the two women. "How are you?" I asked back.
"Wonderful!" Gail responded enthusiastically. "I slept like a log last night. For the first time in years I didn't have to masturbate myself to sleep!"
"I wish I could say that," Sandi echoed.
Gail turned around in her chair and faced her friend. "Don't worry," she said. "After today you can tell Mike to shove his dinky little cock back into Gloria."
The girls laughed, and my cock began to grow hard. "Mike? Gloria?" I asked.
Gail turned back towards me. "Mike is Sandi's husband," she said. "Then who's Gloria."
"His secretary," Sandi said.
"Oh." Sandi was smiling as she told me, as though the idea of her husband's infidelity did not disturb her. I asked her why.
"Look," she began. "Mike and I have been married nearly seven years. For the first few years we really struggled, but now, when he's finally beginning to make it, all of a sudden I'm no longer good enough for him. He's got an ego problem that comes with success."
"So what you're doing," I added, "is getting even with him."
"That," she said, "and planning to enjoy myself."
"Good," I said. "I'm glad. Glad to be of service."
Both women laughed. Gail offered me some coffee or breakfast, but I declined.
"Hey!" I said after a moment. "If you're so satisfied with me, why are you reading Stud? Looking for another lover?"
"Just getting into the mood," Gail confessed. "Some of these stories and articles are pretty raunchy. Women like to be turned on, too, you know."
"What are you reading?" I asked.
"Come here and look," Gail suggested.
I stood beside Gail and looked down at the paper. It was an article about a homosexual, and in it he described the pleasures of cock sucking and ass fucking. For my pleasure, Gail began to read aloud. The article was very descriptive.
"Hhmmm," Gail said, halting her reading for a moment. She turned toward me. "Look at this," she said to Sandi. She reached up and touched my hard-on, and began to caress it through my pants. Her hands were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting, and the idea of what she was doing in front of Sandi proved to be even more exciting. I found myself pressing my cock back against the softness of her hand as she fondled me.
"Allen," Sandi asked. "Is that all you?"
"It sure as hell is," Gail answered. "You can take my word for it."
"You're nicely hung," Sandi said. Her eyes watched almost enviously while Gail manipulate my cock.
"Oh, I'm being selfish," Gail said. She gave my cock a firm squeeze. "Let Sandi have a feel."
"Sure," I agreed. It was what I wanted anyway.
Sandi slid across behind Gail to my side of the chair. Almost self-consciously, she reached across the space between us and she placed her hand on my hard-on. Her fingers were plump and thick, and she caressed me carefully, almost awkwardly. Her touch was exciting, and I pushed my cock towards her hand and pressed myself against her.
"Nice," she said. I could tell she felt somewhat strange and her cheeks colored slightly through her tan. But she had another reaction, too. I watched her nipples grow hard under the material of her blouse. She continued to stroke my cock.
Gail was watching us, for she had slid around in her chair and was facing both of us. Her eyes were on a direct level with Sandi's hand and my cock. Her mouth opened, and I watched her wet her lips with her tongue. Without any self-consciousness she put her own hand up to one cf her breasts and began to manipulate it through the material of her robe. She squeezed the tit and rubbed it around and around while she watched Sandi stroke my cock.
"Oh," Gail said softly. "I think I'm getting hot."
"Think?" Sandi said incredulously. "I know I'm hot. My pants are wet."
"Don't ask me," I said, thoroughly enjoying myself. "I'm only a guest here."
The sex paper was forgotten; the two women had the real thing in front of them. Sandi was rapidly losing her fueling of awkwardness, and she was moving her hand up and down my cock with more assurance.
She opened her fingers, grasping the tool, and pulled at it through the fabric of my pants. She pressed her hand flat against the length of my cock, silhouetted through the cloth of the pants. Gail continued to rub her breasts and lick her lips.
"I wonder what it looks like?" Sandi said. She slid her hands down and squeezed my balls.
"Take it out and see," Gail suggested.
"All right," she said. Her voice was husky. "I will."
Her fingers fumbled momentarily with the flap of my pants until she grasped the zipper. She began to pull it down slowly, allowing each tooth of the zipper to click loudly as her hand moved. After a moment the zipper was all the way down. My cock was throbbing with excitement, pushing itself away from my body and making my open zipper pull even further.
"Take it out," Gail instructed. Her eyes were open wide and her mouth was wet. She was whispering, and her voice gave an excited urgency to the moment.
Sandi reached her hand into the flap of my zipper and touched my cock. Her fingers went around my width, and she began to caress my erection through the open zipper. She didn't pull it out, but continued to run her fingers feverishly up and down the naked length of my cock.
"Pull it out!" Gail commanded. She was opening the buttons of her robe. She opened it to her waist, and I saw she was naked under it. Her breasts fell out, and her hand went up to one and she began to squeeze it. She ran her tongue over her lips with a motion similar to her fingernail running across her nipple.
"Pull it out!" she said again. There was an urgency in her voice.
Sandi responded to her command, and pulled my cock from my pants. It stood away from my body like a rigid log, and it was pointed right towards Gail's open mouth. My cock was full and swollen, and the ridge of my cockhead was stiff and bright red in color. Sandi continued to run her hand up and down the length of my cock, running her stubby fingers up from the base down to the full head. She repeated the motion again, her fingers savoring the heat of my loins.
"My God!" Gail whispered. She pressed her tit against her chest, flattening the orb. "It looks bigger than I remember ... "
"Suck it," I suggested. "Put it in your mouth."
Without hesitation or any self-consciousness, she slid forward in her chair and took my cock into her mouth. Her lips parted and I watched my shaft being swallowed. I felt her lips against my cock; they were wet and cool against my hot shaft. She slid herself forward, pumping her head back and forth, pulling her lips up and down my cock's length. I felt her teeth and her tongue, and I began to move my body up to greet her bobbing head.
"Oh, shit!" Sandi said as she watched Gail sucking on me.
I turned myself towards her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. I tilted her head back and kissed her. Her mouth was open, and her lips were big and soft. Our tongues met in her mouth and crushed against each other, licking and probing. Her hand was still on my cock, down near the base of the organ, pressed against my body. Each time Gail slid down with her mouth, she banged into Sandi's hand. Sandi began to coordinate her stroking of my cock: as Gail slid back, she slid her hand forward, jerking me off while Gail was sucking me.
I moved my hand down to Sandi's tit. I lifted it in my hand. It was fat and heavy, unlike Gail's pert, firm breast. I ran my hand across the front of her blouse, feeling the nipple swelling in the center of all the softness. I kneaded the flesh, squeezing it under my fingers. I continued to kiss her and play with her tit while she jerked me off and Gail blew me.
Gail had both her hands at her own breasts, and she clutched them with a burning passion. Her legs were open, and my leg was between them. I pressed my knee forward into the wetness of her cunt. She returned the pressure by sliding down on her chair and pressing her cunt against the cap of my knee. I could feel the wetness of her body against my leg, and heard the tickling scrape of her cunt hair as I moved my knee back and forth. She continued to suck on my cock and squeeze her breasts while humping on the end of my knee.
I moved my hand down from Sandi's tit and placed it on the outside of her slacks, between her legs. I pressed upward, curling my fingers around the mound of her pussy. She opened her legs to accommodate my squeezing fingers. Her cunt was big and wide. I could feel the heat of her body against my hand and I squeezed upward with my fingers.
Sandi moaned in my mouth, and her tongue seemed to stiffen against mine as I squeezed her. She tightened her hold on my cock to reciprocate my squeezing.
I was pumping my hips now, pulling my cock in and out of Gail's open mouth. It felt hot and pleasant as she moved her tongue against the underside of my cock. She nuzzled the tip of her tongue into the opening at the end of my cock, and I felt a burning pleasure spread out from there and run down the entire shaft. My legs began to tremble.
I moved my hand up from Sandi's cunt and slid it down the front of her slacks. She sucked in her stomach as my hand slipped into her slacks. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I touched her cunt immediately. Her pussy was thick with hair, and the inner lips of her cunt were swollen and fat. I slid my middle finger down the crack, wetting it in the juices of her excitement, until I found her cunt. I pushed upward with the finger and lodged myself inside her sweltering body. She moaned again as I pushed upward, and she began to breathe through her mouth even though we were still kissing.
I rubbed my knee up and down between Gail's legs, and I could feel the inner lips of her cunt sliding around the thickness of my knee. Her cunt was soaking wet, and I felt trickles of moisture running down my knee, staining my pants. She continued to blow me and I felt my cockhead bury itself near the back of her throat. Somehow she had managed to get the whole seven inches in her mouth.
Sandi's hand, the one on my cock, was wet from Gail's saliva, so that each time she slid it down the shaft after Gail's retreating mouth, it felt as though a second mouth was giving the organ a second sucking. She squeezed her fingers tightly, and the saliva squished.
I pulled my mouth from Sandi's. "Ladies," I gasped. "We're getting carried away. This is terribly hard on my back."
Gail pulled her mouth away from my cock. Her lips smacked. "Then," she said with a smile onjier wet face, "let's go into the bedroom."
No one objected. I pulled my hand away from Sandi's cunt and patted her on the ass as we walked towards the bedroom. Gail was unbuttoning the rest of her robe as we walked, and my cock stuck out of my pants like a seven-inch compass pointing in the direction of sex.
"Let's keep the light on!" Sandi suggested. "It's dirtier that way!"
Again no one objected. Gail was already naked, and Sandi was well on her way. She had her blouse open and her big round tits hung out. There was a white line that curved across the middle of each breast where her tan ended. Her nipples looked starkly red against the pale whiteness of her tits. She shrugged out of the blouse and began to unbutton her slacks.
Gail was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs up and open, and she was masturbating herself and looking at me. She twirled her fingers rapidly, and I could hear the wet noise of her cunt.
My shirt was off and I stepped out of my fallen slacks. I was completely naked. Seeing this, Gail took her hand from her cunt and held her legs open for me. She beckoned me with her hand.
"Come and get it!" she said.
I moved towards her and she lay back on the bed with her legs open and up. Her cunt was wet. The pubic hairs were twisted and coated with perspiration, and the cheeks of her ass looked like twin half-moons under the shadow of her cunt hair.
I bent down and applied my lips to her cunt. She moaned loudly as my tongue snaked from my mouth and buried itself in the lining of her cunt. I felt the wetness of the passageway around my tongue, and I pushed deeply into her body until my mouth was pressed against the fur of her pussy. Her cunt smelled clean and powdered, with just the faintest trace of juice lingering near the thick outer lips.
"Oh," Gail moaned. "Eat me! Eat meeee!"
I wriggled my tongue back and forth inside of her body. I could feel the smooth walls of her cunt against my tongue, and I pushed in and out, biting down against the swollen bud of her clit with the edge of my upper teeth.
I felt something wet and hot around my cock. I lifted my face from Gail's cunt and turned. It was Sandi. She was on her knees, kneeling in front of me. I watched as she pumped her head up and down upon my glistening cock. Her face was crushed against my stomach, and my balls banged against her chin. She slid her arms around my hips and grabbed onto my ass with each hand. She pressed my body into her face and continued to eat my cock.
Gail pushed herself up on her elbows and was looking over my shoulder at Sandi. When I turned back towards her, she pushed my face back down between her legs.
"Eat me," she said. "I want to watch."
I found her clit with my tongue and began to play with it. I pushed it back and forth roughly, lashing and licking it until it was stiff and hard. I parted the delicate folds of the lips with my fingers and exposed the bud to my tongue's direct contact. It looked like a small red nipple down between the flap of her lips. . As I buried my face against Gail's cunt again, I was very aware of Sandi's sucking my cock. Her mouth was wide and soft, and she used her tongue like an expert. I couldn't feel her teeth at all: all I felt was the soft, pliant pressure of her puckered lips sliding up and down my cock, and the sensual tickle of her tongue against the packet of nerve endings near the underside of the tip. She supported my balls in her open hand, and guided my ass in and out with the of her other hand.
"Sweet Jesus!" Gail moaned. "I've never watched anyone make love before ... It's exciting."
I pushed my tongue from her clit and slid it up her box. She moaned as I moved my tongue back and forth, touching first the back wall of her cunt and then the front. She pressed her body up into me.
"That's it ... Allen," she said between moans. "Eat me. Eat my pussy ... my cunt ... eat my cunt, Allen."
I brought my fingers up to her cunt and pushed one down into the wetness of her pussy. She wriggled as my finger entered her, squirming as though I had impaled her with my cock. My tongue returned to stroking her clitoris, and my single finger pumped in and out of her cunt.
"You're good, Sandi," Gail said, watching her girl friend. "Do you suck Mike like that ... swallowing his whole cock? Jesus! ... I can see the whole shaft of his cock going in and out of your mouth, Sandi! like a pump or a piston! ... I didn't think you could take it all ... I didn't think your mouth was large enough ... you look like your lips are going to pull apart ... "
Gail continued to talk and moan, providing Sandi and I a running commentary on what was happening. I began to find myself listening to her, picturing Sandi's tanned face crushed against the black hair of my cock.
"She's moving Allen!" Gail told me. It wasn't necessary, for I felt her mouth sliding away from my cock and her body twisting around behind me.
"Oh, god!" Gail moaned. "I can see your cock now, Allen. It's all wet ... drenched ... even the hair on your balls ... it's glistening like a well-oiled tool
... like a knife or a gun ... standing away from your belly in the middle of all that hair ... it looks bigger than before ... is it, Allen? Bigger? Did Sandi make it get bigger for you?"
I felt a wetness behind me, and a pulling pressure on my ass. It was Sandi, pulling apart the cheeks of my ass, and licking with her tongue against my puckered anus. I moaned as I felt her wet tongue push up into my body, and my knees bent as my body was washed with a shattering wave of raw pleasure. Her tongue wriggled back and forth and I thought my cock was going to explode.
"Ohmygod!" Gail said. "She's eating your ass! Sandi is eating your ass-hole!"
The idea shocked and excited her, and Gail crushed her pussy up against my face, burying my finger down to the knuckle of my fist. She squirmed back and forth, arching her back so that my face was smothered between her thighs. I could feel the wetness of her cunt dripping down my face.
"Fuck her, Allen," Gail said. "I want to watch you fuck Sandi!"
I was glad to fulfill her desire. I pulled away from her slobbering cunt and grabbed Sandy by the wrist. She was still on her knees, eating at my ass. I pulled Sandi up and around so that we had exchanged positions. I bent Sandi forward and pushed her face against Gail's cunt.
"JESUS!" Gail screamed.
I stepped behind Sandi and opened the cheeks of her ass, exposing her cunt to my view. I began to work my fingers in and out of her cunt, reaming out a passage for my cock. I pushed two fingers up into her body as she bent and put her mouth against Gail's clitoris.
Gail was writhing with pleasure, twisting her arms back and forth and tightening her thighs around her girl friend's head. Her back was bent upward, off the bed, and her cunt was hidden by Sandi's blonde hair.
I pulled my hand from Sandi's cunt and applied the wetness to the shaft of my cock. Then I guided the rod into her wide, open pussy, burying myself to the hilt inside of her. I felt the wetness and heat of her body all over the shaft and head of my cock. Her body was wide and wet, and my cock pumped in and out of her with ease.
I looked over her bent shoulder. She had both her hands in Gail's crotch, and she Was pulling apart the lips of Gail's cunt, licking her tongue up and down the slit that was still wet from my mouth. Gail's eyes were closed, and she was still moving as if it were pain and not pleasure that Sandi were administering. She was clutching her tits with both hands, and was bending her face towards them, trying to pull them into her mouth.
I looked down at my cock moving in and out of Sandi's cunt. The cheeks of her ass looked like two pillows as I pulled them apart with my fingers to reveal my plunging cock. Her legs were open wide, and her cunt seemed swollen around my organ. I could see trickles of moisture dribbling down her cunt and bubbling around the shaft of my cock. Her cunt squished as I pushed myself in and out. I put each thumb on a cheek of her ass, and wrapped my hands around her pelvis, pulling apart the cheeks of her ass even further. I could see the tight ring of her anus separating under the pressure of my hands.
"Get on the bed!" Gail said to me. "Get on the bed, Allen!"
I pulled my cock reluctantly from Sandi's warm cunt. It made a loud sucking noise as I withdrew, and I could feel her tightening her cunt muscles to prevent my pulling out. She squeezed my cock with her cunt, constricting the passage way, but I pulled out anyway.
"Put it in me a minute!" Gail begged. Sandi stood up and moved away from Gail. I bent my body down and inserted my rod in Gail's upturned cunt. She was so wet that I nearly fell in. One slip, and my cock was hidden from view, and all I could see was my pubic hair crushed up against hers. I lifted her legs and hung them over my shoulders, holding myself up with stiff arms, and I began to push my cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" Gail said through half-closed lips. "What a cock!"
Sandi was standing at the head of the bed, about three feet from us. She had her hand against her cunt, and she was masturbating herself and watching me fuck Gail. Her back was arched, and the cords stuck out on her back as she strained to bring pleasure to herself. Her tanned hand looked strangely erotic as it moved rapidly against the yellow hair of her large, open cunt. I could hear her hand moving, and I watched her while I pushed myself in and out of Gail.
"Do it to Sandi!" Gail said. "Fuck Sandi!"
I fell out of Gail and lay next to her on the bed. My cock stood up from my belly like a rocket about to be launched. I grabbed Sandi by the thigh and pulled her towards me. Her hand was still rapidly working in her cunt.
"Sit on it," I instructed her. "Sit on my cock!" She straddled me on the bed, facing me. Her cunt was twice as wide on the outside as Gail's, and her yellow cunt hair hung down in a pointed vee and scraped against my cock. I steadied her with my hands and she sat stiffly down upon my cock, her cunt hiding it from view. I felt the sudden heat of her body's wetness again, and I pushed myself up into her.
"Work yourself up and down," I instructed her. "Push yourself up and down with your knees..."
She did so, and I could see my cock sliding in and out of her belly. She balanced herself by holding onto both her tits, and she pumped herself up and down against me, slowly-increasing the tempo, and bringing pleasure to both of us.
"Gail!" I cried. "Come here! Sit an my face!"
Gail made an excited noise with her mouth and sat on my face. Her movements were hurried and awkward, and she knocked Sandi forward, against her.
"Not that way," I instructed. "Face Sandi! Face each other!"
Gail turned, then faced her girl friend. I looked up to see Gail's ass coming down upon my face. Her thighs were like columns of ivory around my head, and the whole underside of her body loomed above my face like a balloon. The lips of her cunt were just reclosing after my fuck. Her hole looked bright red and wet.
I grabbed her ass with each hand and guided her down on my face. She squatted so that the back cheeks of her ass were pressed against my forehead, and my nose slipped up between the lips of her cunt. I pushed her down slightly so that I could insert my tongue up inside of her and I began to lick at her hole.
"Touch each other," I said, although I wonder whether they heard my instructions since my voice must have been muffled against the flesh and hair of
Gail's cunt. I felt them shift forward, Gail towards Sandi, and Sandi towards Gail.
I slipped my head from between Gail's legs. I could see the two women embracing each other. They were kissing with open mouths. Sandi was touching Gail's tits, playing with her nipples as she buried her tongue in Gail's mouth. Gail had slipped her hand down between Sandi's legs and started to manipulate Sandi's clitoris. I felt Gail's hand push between our bellies, almost touching my cock, and moving around in the wet forest of Sandi's cunt. I pushed up into Sandi and caught Gail's hand between us.
I heard moaning; whose I couldn't be sure. It might have been mine, for I felt my orgasm brimming near the tip of my cock. I pushed up hard into Sandi, and she returned my energy with several, short, rapid hunches of her body. I felt her cunt tightening around my rod, and I began to cum.
My sperm shot up into Sandi's cunt like lava spewing out of a volcano; certainly it must have been as hot. The cum pumped upward like thick water, and rolled from the tip of my cock into Sandi's body with such profusion that I couldn't tell her wetness from my own.
Suddenly Gail dropped her whole weight on my face. She ground her wet cunt against my open mouth, almost smothering me. My tongue slithered up inside of her, and I felt the clutching, trembling convulsions of her orgasm with my face.
Sandi, I knew, was cuming also. She had to be: no cunt could grasp a cock so firmly and not be cuming. Her cunt felt like a hot wet hand wrapped around my cock. It squeezed my cock as though it were trying to wring from me every last ounce of sperm. She was successful, for the whole load of my balls was deposited into the clutching grasp of her cuming cunt.
I continued to lick at Gail's cunt even though my cock was aching now, and I could no longer breathe. I felt a wet discharge spreading over my face as it ran from her cunt. My nose was crushed sidewise, and my whole mouth was breathing cunt. Her wet pussy hair was spread all across my chin, feeling like some strange sexual beard. Finally, when I could no longer breathe, I lifted Gail bodily from me and threw her off me. She was still holding Sandi in her arms, and they fell together, off to the side of the bed.
I looked up across at them, wiping my face of the smell of sex, and I saw that Gail was still holding onto Sandi's cunt. She had slipped her finger into her girl friend's box, and I could see the white flow of my sperm running down her fingers, making a puddle in her cupped hand.
I smiled at the sight of the two satisfied cunts facing me. Each was wet with perspiration and sexual liquid. Their legs were intertwined, cunt facing cunt, breasts pressed flat against breasts.
My body was drained, but I felt a warm glow spreading across my crotch and oozing up my spine. I closed my eyes and felt the exhaustion smothering me.
"How was it, girls?" I asked. Gail moaned and Sandi giggled. It was the answer that I'd hoped for.
CHAPTER FIVE
The following evening, about eight o'clock, the door bell rang.
I was sitting down on my bed, watching my portable television. The Mets were playing L. A., and I was watching the pre-game interviews.
My mind, though, wasn't on the game. I was thinking back to yesterday,' with Sandi and Gail. I had enjoyed being with them and making love to them: it had been the first time in my life that I had two women together. We had spent the entire afternoon together, varying the positions, and ended the afternoon by my watching the two women making love to each other. They were sixty-nining each other to orgasm and I was standing above them masturbating. When they began to cum, I shot my cum against their writhing, naked bodies, splashing them with the final deposit of my aching balls.
We lay together on the bed, mutually exhausted, and slept for perhaps an hour. Then Gail awoke abruptly and ushered both Sandi and I out. Bob, her husband, would be home soon, she had said. Sandi was in a hurry also, for her husband would be expecting dinner, and she hadn't prepared his meal.
We said our goodbyes, promised to get together again soon, and the two wives went back to their normal routine. I drove home alone.
I thought of Patti on my way home. In a strange way the two women reminded me of her. She, too, was a housewife estranged from her husband. I wondered whether Patti might also be like them: seeking men out for sex and orgies. Not that I would have minded; I wouldn't. It's just it was a strange thought. I couldn't help wondering.
I was still thinking of the two women and Patti, half-concentrating on the ball game, when the bell rang and interrupted my thoughts.
I lowered the volume on the television.
"Who's there?" I called out.
I heard a muffled reply, but I didn't recognize either the voice or the words. "Coming!" I said.
I slipped on a shirt to cover my bare chest and walked to the door without my slippers. I opened the door and peered out into the hallway.
There was a tall blonde woman standing there. She wore straight blonde hair down past her shoulders, and had sharp, angular features. I judged that she was about twenty-three or four.
"Are you Allen Dawson?" she asked. Her voice was oddly soft and lush compared to the severity of her looks.
"Yes," I answered, puzzled.
"Oh, good!" she said. "Am I late?"
I thought for a moment. A memory was spinning about in the back of my mind.
"I'm Ellen Marshall," she offered. "I called you last week about your ad..."
Oh my god! I thought. I remembered now. She had called! She had been one of the first women to answer. I had forgotten about her because she had insisted that she come to my apartment. Over the telephone she wouldn't even give me her number or address. We had made the appointment-for tonight-and I had forgotten completely about it, believing that she would never meet the date. But here she was.
"Come in! Come in!" I said. "I'm sorry if I seemed rude. It's just that I had pictured you differently in my mind. The telephone sometimes does that ... "
I tried lying: it seemed the only way out without completely shattering her ego.
"I hope I didn't disappoint you..." she began.
"NO! No!" I said quickly. I was sure my voice dripped with insincerity. "Actually," I added, "I'm quite pleased. Quite pleased, indeed."
She smiled at me, shifting the lines and angles of her face. The smile was warm enough, but there was something cold and distant about her. Hard almost.
I offered to take her coat and bag, but she gave me the coat only. She carried her pocketbook with her into the living room. It was a big white, square thing, and she placed it on her lap when she sat down.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
She said she would, and I hurried to make one tor her. She looked about the living room while I was making the drink, and she seemed quite at ease. I remembered my first time in a strange house, with a strange woman. But she didn't seem nervous at all. Perhaps it wasn't her first time.
She was looking at the ball game on the television when I returned with the drinks. I had made myself a large, stiff drink too, preparing myself to get into the swing of the night. I shut the television off and sat across from her in an arm chair.
We saluted each other's health, and sipped our drinks. I tried making small talk with her, but the conversation died in my mouth. Not that she seemed quiet or self-conscious. It was just the opposite. She was cool and calm; cold even. She stared at me with her icy blue eyes and her dispassionate long, blonde hair and sipped her drink. She was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable.
"Shall we begin?" she asked.
"Sure," I answered. She was giving me the feeling that she was used to running things. She reminded me of several women supervisors I had had in the past: hard, cold bitches. Besides, it was strangely disquieting for me to have the woman initiate the first move. I didn't know whether I liked the idea or not, although I had always had a preference for aggressive women.
We walked towards the bedroom, and she carried her white square pocketbook with her. I watched her as we walked: she led the way. She was quite tall; taller than I with her heels on. At first she had given me the impression that she was thin, but as she walked I saw that I had misjudged her. Her ass was full and solid, and jutted out through her skirt with no trace of thinness or bones. Her legs, too, were solid and well proportioned: her calves were well-shaped and tapered, and her thighs curved and smooth, reminding me of the toned, muscular limbs of a dancer. She was wearing a solid blue mini, and her body moved subtly under it, like a sleek cat.
She sat on the edge of the bed, placing her pocket-book down next to her. I sat beside her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. Her muscles seemed tense or rigid. I applied some pressure to her chin, attempting to tilt her head back so that I could kiss her.
She stiffened her neck and pulled away.
"I'd rather you didn't," she said.
"Isn't that what we're here for?" I asked. I didn't like feeling as though she were admonishing me.
"As I explained on the telephone," Ellen Marshall said, "it has to be my way or nothing. Those are my terms."
I considered this for a moment. I didn't like being dictated to, especially in my own house. Yet she was so damned attractive! Her coldness seemed to make me want her even more than if she had been willing. I sensed a passion under that coldness; a fire like none I'd ever been turned onto.
I accepted her condition for the moment. I would wait and see what Would happen.
I didn't have long to wait. She put her hand on my cock and began to stroke me through my pants. Her hands were large yet soft, and she moved them with assurance up and down my crotch until she had stoked my cock into a state of solid erection.
"You're big," she said, playing with me through my pants. "I like big men." She said it as though it were a condition that had nothing at all to do with sex.
"Take it out," she said.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
She inspected it with her eyes, staring at it for perhaps thirty seconds. Then, apparently satisfied, she returned her hand to the shaft of my cock and began to jerk me off. Her hand moved slowly but steadily, as though her intentions were thoroughly professional. Her hand was like velvet steel: cold and unyielding, but warm, smooth and soft. Her fingers curled around my shaft, and she stroked up and down, turning her fist into a hollow tube through which she guided my cock. Her rhythm was unbroken, and I found myself matching her with slow, sensuous humps upward against her fist.
I put my hand on her breast. Her hand stopped moving and she gave me a long, cold look. I tried to knead passion into her by squeezing her tit, but she didn't respond. All she did was stare at me, holding my cock in her hand, pausing in mid-stroke. She reminded me of a stern teacher.
I let my hand fall away from her. It wasn't much fun anyway since she wasn't reacting in a way I was used to. As soon as my hand left her body, she dropped her eyes and resumed her smooth stroking of my cock.
As cold as her exterior was, she was good. I've never felt a hand do to me what hers did. Perhaps it was the effect of her coldness weighed against the passionate work she was doing: the contrast made each extreme more intense.
No, I thought, considering that possibility. It wasn't that. She was good. Damn good.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. She continued to move her hand up and down my cock. It was beginning to remind me of a cunt ... a warm, humping, pulling, fucking cunt ...
Her hand stopped.
I opened my eyes.
"I have to make a telephone call before we can continue," she said.
"A telephone call?" I asked. My cock felt strange, now that her hand was no longer touching it.
"To my husband," she explained. "I have to call my husband."
She had a distant look in her eye as she spoke, and I knew there was something very odd about her request. I sensed it had nothing at all to do with me. It was something between her and her husband.
I showed her to the hallway, where the telephone was. I slipped my cock back into my pants and began to walk away. She certainly was enigmatic.
"Don't go," she said. "I want you to stay here with me. Take your cock out again."
I looked at her a moment but her attention was centered in the telephone. I stared at her" while she dialed, and she motioned to me to come closer when she had finished.
I stepped closer and could hear the telephone ringing on the other side. There was a click and I heard a muffled man's voice. "Hi!" she said. "It's me."
She put her hand down against my crotch and pulled my cock out and began to run her hand casually up and down its length.
"I'll be a little late tonight ... something came up ... something important ... no, I don't know when I'll be home ... just give Jeff his bottle at nine ... I'll change him when I get home..."
She stopped and was listening for a moment. She took her hand from my cock and licked the space between her thumb and index finger. She ran her tongue up and down the curved space several times until her hand glistened with wetness. Then she put her hand back down against my organ and commenced running her hand up and down my cock again. Her hand slid along my cock, making a wet sound.
"No!" she finally said. "I told you ... when I'm finished ... not sooner ... the longer you spend talking to me the longer it's going to take ... I'll be home when I'm finished..."
She lifted my hand and placed it on her cunt, on the outside of her skirt. She spread her legs, taking a firm stance, and hunched her cunt against my hand. Her body felt wide under my hand, and I trailed my fingers up the crease of her body, pressing around the curve of the edge.
"None of your business," she said, again picking up the thread of the conversation. "I have my life and you have yours ... it was your idea..."
She began to pull her skirt up. Her cunt was framed in a pair of pale blue silken panties. The bulge of her pussy made the front ofthe panties swell. I could see a thread or two of blonde pubic hair curling down from under her panties.
She took my hand and slipped it down her panties, pressing my fingers against her cunt. I felt her hair, and the warmth of her body against my fingers. I began to play with her clit with my finger, but she shrugged her hips and I pushed my hand further back until I found the entrance to her body. I pushed my finger up into her, feeling the sudden wet heat of her cunt. Her body was rather dry and closed, but I continued to push my finger in and out while she continued to jerk me off with her wet hand.
"Look ... " she said. "If you must know ... I'm with Sue ... we're just going to go for a drink or two ... that's all ... "
I pushed my finger up into her cunt, feeling the flap of fat, hairy flesh press against my knuckles.
"No, John!" her voice was exasperated. "Nothing like that ... yes ... you can believe me ... I'm not like you..."
Her hand was working against my crotch rapidly now, fingers sliding, clutching, grasping, pulling. My cock moved in and out, pumping to her rhythm, twisting around slowly, and permitting my hips to complete a humping circle.
"I won't be home too late," she continued. "As soon as we have the drinks....then I'll come right home ... You know I will, John! Have I ever not come home?"
Her cunt was growing wetter, and I could feel trickles of moisture running down my finger, making my hand wet.
"I'm not out that much!" she insisted. "Only as much as you ... I need some time for myself, too, you know!"
She squeezed my cock hard.
"Yes, John!" she said. "I will ... don't worry ... I'll be home soon ... yes ... goodnight ... yes, I love you, too ... "
She squeezed my cock again.
"Goodnight," she said again. "Goodnight."
She hung up the receiver. Her eyes were cold blue, and an icy flicker of something shone through.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Ellen Marshall said. "We can do it now..."
We walked slowly into the bedroom. My hand was still wet from her cunt, and my cock was like a rigid flagpole as I walked, swaying from side to side through the open zipper of my pants. Ellen walked just ahead of me, leading me into my own bedroom.
Pure hatred, I thought, thinking back to the conversation. He must have hurt her very badly for her to go to these lengths to get even. I wonder what it was he did?
Her hatred made me feel strangely passionate. I felt as if I were her tool. Her tool of revenge. It wasn't me that she was making love to, it was her own hatred. My cock was a disembodied instrument for her, and I doubted whether she cared much that it was attached to my body or to my personality. It wasn't me she wanted; it was any man, any cock. And judging from the conversation, mine wasn't the first.
Yet, strangely, I found myself not objecting to her treatment. I felt excited by the idea, by the coldness of her deliberation. There was something almost dispassionate about my growing passion, about my knowledge that she was using my body-my cock-for revenge.
"Take your clothes off," she instructed.
"What about you?" I asked. I felt like a puppet who wanted to have his strings pulled. Did I want to be used?
"Look!" she said. "It's got to be my way or nothing at all! It doesn't make any difference to me."
I knew it didn't make any difference. If I didn't fulfill my role, she would simply find someone else. It certainly would be a waste to lose her. For all her coldness, Ellen Marshall was a fantastic piece of ass.
"How are you going to make love with your clothing on?" I asked.
"We are not going to make love," she said. "We're not even going to fuck..."
Her hair looked so straight and blonde; soft almost, and her eyes burning coldly. "What then?" I asked.
"I'm going to suck your cock," she said. Simply.
I touched my own hard-on and caressed it as I looked at her. "Suck it?"
"Until you cum," she said.
My cock was still wet from her coating of saliva. I moved my hand slowly up and down, feeling small washes of excitement tickling through my loins.
"Until I cum in-"
"Yes," she said. "In my mouth."
I looked at her. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me," she said. "Now, take your things off."
I followed her instructions. I unbuttoned my shirt and placed it on the bed next to me. Then I unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my pants. My cock was almost red against the paleness of my stomach.
"Your socks, too," she said.
I pulled them off. I was completely naked now. I had nothing at all on.
"Lie on the bed," she instructed.
I sat on the edge of the bed. My hard-on was against the flesh of my thigh, running parallel to my legs.
"Lie back," she said.
I did, feeling the cool touch of the sheets under my shoulders. The bed supported me firmly, comfortably. I placed my folded arms under my head, supporting my neck, and my cock popped to stiff attention from between my closed legs. It stood away from my body like a handle in the middle of my stomach. Down, between my parted legs, standing next to the edge of the bed, I could see Ellen Marshall.
She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her hand was still wet, and she began to slide it up from the base. My cock slid through her soft hand. When she reached the end of the cock, she squeezed the head, then returned her hand to the base and commenced her upward motion again.
"Open you legs more," she said.
I did, and she stepped closer to me, moving between my legs. She pressed her thighs against the mattress. I watched the hemline of her skirt rise slightly as she leaned forward to touch me. Her thighs were very-pale, and parted slightly. I could see just the faintest shadows between the flesh of her thighs. She moved her left leg closer to me, and I felt the swell of her leg pressed lightly against the inner part of my thigh, just above my knee. The secret .caress made my cock twitch.
She continued to move her hand with the same deliberate tempo, slowly bringing me to peak after peak of intense excitement. She opened and closed her fingers, gripping with various amounts of pressure as she moved her hand up and down my cock. She tangled her fingers into the dark jungle of pubic hairs at the base of my cock, pulling the hairs as her hand moved, bringing stings of pain to heighten my level of pleasure.
I brought my knees up, placing the flat of my feet on the bed, so that my cock was in the valley of my body. I began to press upward with my middle, bringing my stomach up to greet the downward thrusts of Ellen's hands along the fat path of my moist cock. My back began to curve upward, towards her, but she continued with the same, slow and intensely stimulating pumping of her hand.
"If you don't put it into your mouth soon," I said, gritting my teeth, "I'm going to cum from this..."
She nodded. Whether it was to herself or in acknowledgment of what I said, I didn't know. But she nodded, then squeezed my cock, and finally stopped.
"Stay there," she said. "Don't move or don't touch me. If you do I'll stop."
That was enough for me. I watched her through my legs.
She stepped back from me and put her hand up to the side of her blue skirt. She undid the button, and then unzipped the short zipper. She slid the skirt down her long legs until it was at her ankles. Then she stepped out of it. Her hips swelled widely across the middle of her body, and the blue material of her panties were stretched over the bumps and curves. She slipped her hands into the waistband of the panties and began to pull them down her legs, over the wide swell of her hips. The panties began to roll slightly, revealing the blonde patch of her pubic hair.
She stepped out of the panties and touched her cunt. Her fingers curved under her mound, and she grabbed herself and squeezed. Her cunt was wet, and I Heard the soft crunch her hand made against her pussy hair. She opened her legs more and rubbed her hand up and down between her thighs.
The sight of her cunt made my hard-on grow harder and longer. Her cunt was wide and full, and stretched between her thighs like a golden meadow of summer wheat. Her hair was downy soft, and her cunt lips hung down full and richly, like the soft folds of heavy drapery. Her belly was flat, and the tails of her blouse flapped erotically against the splashed sunlight other crotch.
She bent forward, placing her head over my crotch. She supported herself with both her hands, and stood for a moment, poised above my hard-on, with her lips wet, her mouth parted slightly.
Then she moved down. My cock slid into her mouth.
I moaned at the contact. Her mouth was like warm water, like a pool of wet heat bathing the flesh of my cock. I could feel nothing but the wetness of her mouth; not her teeth, not her tongue: only her wet mouth. She took the complete length of my organ down her throat. I felt the nuzzling scrape of her lips against the base of my stomach. It was as though she were eating me entirely; balls and all.
Then her mouth began to move. Her tongue tightened around the shaft of my cock, wrapping itself like a moist membrane against it. Her tongue stretched, molded itself against me so that the complete length of my cock felt the sexy, elusive wet pressure of her tongue, from swollen round head, to thick base. Her tongue was like a glove filled with Vaseline that had been plunged around my cock: soft, sensual, thick, slippery.
I felt her teeth biting at the base of my cock. She ground them back and forth, grinding their sharp edges into the hard flesh of my cock. She moved her head around, completing the biting circle at the base of my. stomach. I felt the dribble of her saliva running like a fountain down my cock.
Still holding herself up with her arms, Ellen began to push herself up and down, allowing her mouth to follow the path against my cock. I felt the tingling scrape of her teeth scratching up against the sides of my cock, then, as she neared the tip, nuzzling under the crown of the head. All the while she moved, I felt the soft, liquid melted wetness of her mouth all over my cock. I was immersed in her heat and wet.
She moved her lips and mouth as she had moved her hand before: slowly, deliberately, bringing pressure and then loosening it, hard then soft, sucking and pulling, moving with a dispassionate precision. The only difference was that her mouth was better than her hands; better than any mouth I had ever felt. Better, even, than any cunt I had ever felt.
She lifted one hand from the mattress and pushed my bent knees down until they were flat against the bed. As my body moved down, she lowered herself against me, keeping my cock in her mouth, never lessening the level of pleasure her mouth was bringing. My legs were both flat, and she was lying on the bed, against the mattress, leaving her body next to mine. She curled her legs up onto the mattress, opening her thighs as she rested on the bed.
Ellen moved her hand from the side of the bed, sliding jt across the thickness of my leg, and plunged her hand between her parted thighs. Her hand cupped her mound with an easy familiarity, and her index and middle fingers came together and pressed her clitoris. Her fingers began to move slowly, in a short, shallow circle, and she began to masturbate herself.
Her head moved up and down on me, and my cock went in and out of her mouth. I felt her lips and her tongue and her teeth. My cock was like a well-lubricated sword slipping in and out of a wet scabbard. Her tongue moved and licked as continued against the shaft of my cock, her unhurried pumping.
I watched her own hand against her cunt. She knew what she was doing, and I could see her reacting to her own pleasure. She hunched her own hand against her cunt, and squeezed it tightly. Once I watched her bury the two fingers into her cunt. The fingers came out glistening, and she returned them to the bud of her clit, reapplying pleasure and pressure to herself.
"I'm going to cum soon," I told her. "I can feel it building ... I'm close..."
She made no acknowledgment of my reaction. Her mouth continued to move against me, sucking and pulling my cock into her wet depths.
I could feel a tenseness in my balls, and a tightening in my cock. I felt as though I had to piss. I held the feeling back, allowing it to build. Pleasure began to make my cock swell, and I hunched my stomach up and pushed it against her face.
She moved. Her hand came away from her cunt and grabbed for her large, square pocketbook. Her fingers fumbled with the flap of the pocketbook, and her hand disappeared inside. A second later, it reappeared, and she was holding something in her hand. It was a picture frame.
She placed the frame against my stomach, near the base of my cock. It was cold and I shivered. Ellen Marshall's eyes were open now, and she was on her knees, bending over me. She hunched back on her legs, and continued to move up and down on my cock. All the while, her eyes were wide open, and she was staring at the picture within the frame. A flicker of something ugly flashed in her eyes.
I looked down at the picture.
"My god!" I said aloud. It was her wedding picture!
I began to cum. My cock began to pump its scum into her mouth: short, hot bursts of sperm splashed against her tongue and teeth. I could feel the flow moving up the shaft, then exploded in her mouth.
Her mouth began to move, and her cheeks hollowed. A patch of color touched her cheeks, and her eyes remained open and staring at the picture. Her throat moved rhythmically, and her lips tightened around the shaft of my cock. A milky trickle of sperm oozed from between her lips and dribbled down my cock.
She's swallowing it! I thought. She's swallowing my cum!
She began to suck upward on my cock, using it as though it were a straw and she were drinking my sperm. I felt her tongue nuzzle into the open hole of my cock, licking and digging down into the canal, seeking the final traces of my sperm to quench her thirsting hatred. My cock was finally dry, but she continued to suck on it, like a vulture picking clean a bone.
A long while later, she let my cock drop. Her mouth was open and I could see traces of the milky white fluid still in her mouth. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning away the dribble that had run down her chin. For the first time I noticed that there were tears in I her eyes.
Ellen Marshall didn't speak another word. She I dressed quickly and departed. I lay in my bed, my I mind swirling. I had never even walked her to the I door.
My cock was almost in pain from her sucking. I was completely drained, both physically as well as emotionally. I was satisfied, yet there was a new hunger growing inside of me. An ache of guilt and loneliness. A moment later I was at the telephone. "Hello, operator," I said. "I'd like to make a longdistance call to Smithtown, Long Island ... I'd like to call my wife ... yes, operator ... that's Mrs. Dawson ... yes ... Mrs. Patricia Dawson."
CHAPTER SIX
When the telephone rang the following morning, I thought it was Patti calling back. Our conversation from the previous night had been a difficult, painful one. A lot of apologizing had gone on between us, as well as a lot of arguing and accusing. We had set a tentative reconciliation date finally at the end of the conversation.
That's why I was nervous when the phone rang so early in the day. The only one who would call would be Patti.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Al?" a voice asked back. It was a woman's voice, but not Patti's voice. "Who's this?" I asked. The voice sounded familiar. "Me," she said. "Iris."
I couldn't place the name, although I knew the voice. "Iris who?"
"What's the matter, Al?" her voice asked. "Did you forget me already?"
I couldn't place her. She had a deep voice, somewhat husky. She seemed to be panting or out of breath.
"The dildo!" she said. "Remember: I fucked myself with the rubber cock and you jerked off ... "
I remembered now. The strange, obscene telephone lady. So Iris was her name. She had never told me before now. That was odd, for certainly I knew everything else about her.
"Hello," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your voice."
"I recognized yours," she said. "How's your cock?"
Her bluntness was still disconcerting. "All right," I answered. "How's yours?"
"Which one?" she said. "My rubber one or the one that I'm using now?"
I asked her what she meant.
"I decided to try the real thing," she explained. "The dildo was all right. But a cock with a man attached is still unbeatable."
"Explain that slowly," I said. I was standing near the telephone table with the receiver in my hand. As she talked, I slowly made my way to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Only moments before the telephone had rung, I'd gotten up for work. I was still in my underwear.
"I'm being fucked," she said. "Right now."
"You mean ... now!" I said. "While we're talking someone is fucking you?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"It's true," she said. "Do you want to talk to him."
"No," I said. "It's not necessary."
"Hello? Hello?" someone said. A man said. "Who am I talking to."
"Who is this?" I asked. "My name is Steve," the man said. I hesitated a moment.
"What are you doing to ... I-Iris?"
"You're not her husband, are you."
"No." .
"You sure?" he sounded doubtful. "No," I said. "I'm not." He waited a moment.
"I'm fucking her," he explained. "It's not my idea, now. It's hers ... "
"Put Iris back on," I said.
I sat there for a moment, wondering about my strange telephone caller. Surely she had to be unique. I listened to the telephone change hands, followed up with a few muffled words. Then I was talking to Iris again.
"I told you," she said.
I didn't know what to say. "Why?" I asked finally. "Why are you doing it?"
"The same reason I did it with the rubber cock," she said. "It's exciting ... sexually exciting."
It was; for me at least. I sat there for a moment in complete silence, imagining what was going on at the other end of the telephone. I pictured Iris in my mind: she was naked and lying on her back ... Steve was between her legs and he was fucking her ... slowly ... And she was talking to me ... telling me about it ...
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Nothing," I lied.
"I bet," she said. "I know damn well what you're thinking about ... me."
"All right," I said. "You're right."
"You have to be thinking about me," she explained. "That's why I called you ... that's why I call anyone."
"You mean you call others?" I asked. For some strange reason, the idea was disturbing.
"Sute," she said. "Plenty of others. And every one of them different."
"Do you talk to them about sex too?"
"Of course," she said. "I tell them what I'm doing and they tell me what they're doing ... like we did the first time I called you."
"And you masturbate over the telephone?"
"Sometimes," she said. "Sometimes I just talk ... you know ... talk dirty. I play with myself ... they play with themselves ... and we both have a good time. Sometimes I use the rubber cock ... it all depends on how the conversation goes or how my mood is ... "
"Why did you decide to change?" I asked. "To use a real man instead of the dildo?"
"It's something different," she explained. "Sex gets tiresome if you don't vary it ... just like you get tired of fucking your old lady all the time, right? ... you want something different ... a new cunt, right? . . it's the same with me..."
"But I thought fucking over the telephone had other advantages," Tasked, remembering our previous conversation. "I thought it was safer and cleaner ... "
"It is," she insisted.
"Then what about Steve?" I asked.
"Forget Steve," she said. "Remember one thing ... Steve doesn't count ... it's you I'm fucking with, Al ... in my mind I'm fucking with you..."
"Then why don't you fuck with me in real life?" I asked. "Why bother with the telephone?"
"Because in real life, Al," she said. "I might be a disappointment to you. I may be too old, or too fat, or just a plain bitch...
"But over the telephone," she continued, "I can never disappoint you! ... I'll never be too fat ... too old ... too bitchy ... and for me, you'll be anything I want ... in my imagination, you'll have a fantastic cock ... ten inches long ... twelve! if I want ... And you'll be the greatest lover I've ever had ... only because I'll never really have to fuck you ... Steve is doing that for us ... It's Steve's cock, but you're my fantasy..."
"You make him sound as though he's nobody ... that he has nothing to do with it ... "
"He is nobody!" she answered. "He's nothing! A man I picked up ... He's an extension of my dildo ... a masturbatory fantasy..."
"I don't think I understand..."
"Think of it this way," she explained. "It's like when you jerk off. In your mind, the cunt you are fucking is the softest ... wettest ... greatest cunt you can imagine. You picture the woman in your mind any way, any position, any body you want ... any woman you want! ... and all you do is pull on your cock and imagine and imagine until you start to cum, and then its better ... more intense ... than any real fuck you've ever had ... fantasy fucks are always better than real fucks. Reality is a drag when you compare it to what you can imagine."
"But that's not always true-"
"Sure it is!" she interrupted. "No man could ever fuck me the way my mind ... the way my imagination ... can fuck me! ... sure, right now Steve is fucking me ... his cock is going in and out of my cunt ... But when I start to cum ... I'll be thinking of you ... You will be fucking me..."
I considered her words.
"Steve's fucking of me is not what's sexually exciting," she continued. "What's exciting is the fact that
I'm telling you about it ... That you-a total stranger-know I'm being fucked..."
I thought about it for a moment. It was true. It was exciting. I touched my cock through my undershorts. It was hard and hot. There was something perversely exciting about knowing someone was being fucked. It was almost like watching her being fucked ... better than watching ... for I could imagine her any way I wanted ... The basic reality did not change ... She was being fucked and I was listening to her describe it.
I heard her moan.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"Very good," she said. "The combination of the fuck and telling you ... my cunt's all wet ... when I cum, it will be good ... lean tell."
I touched my cock again. I slid my hand down into my pants and began to run my fingers up and down my hard-on. There was a bubble of moisture at the tip of my cock, and I spread it out across the head with my finger.
My momentary silence must have aroused her curiosity.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Touching myself."
"Your cock."
"Yes."
"Good ... very good ... ohhhh."
"What happened?"
"Steve's sucking on my tits ... playing with the fleshy part and sucking the nipple..."
"While he's fucking you."
"Yes."
I closed my eyes and began to jerk off. "What are you wearing?" she asked.
"Just my-underwear."
"Why don't you take them off?" she suggested. "Both Steve and I are naked."
I considered this for a moment. Iris was a strange woman, and her kind of sex was unique. I could imagine a man doing what she was doing ... a voyeuristic ... exhibitionistic man. But a woman ... a woman who would go to these lengths ... the idea was novel and stimulating.
I knew I wouldn't object to participating. I had enjoyed it the first time, over the telephone. Her talk was sexy and it was arousing me. The idea of what she was doing was arousing me.
"All right," I agreed. "I'll get undressed."
I began to pull my tee-shirt off.
"Tell me about it!" Iris said. "Doing it is only one part of the enjoyment. Telling me about it is the best part. The exciting part."
"I'm taking my shirt off now," I said. I pulled it over my head, letting the receiver go for a moment while I pulled the shirt down my arm.
"I'll just lie here and be fucked," Iris said. "Don't mind if I moan ... it's starting to get good."
"I'm pulling the pants down now-"
"What type are they? Shorts or briefs?"
"The brief type," I said. "They're sweaty. Sticking to my body somewhat ... "
"Good."
" ... I'm rolling them down my legs ... stepping out of them ... now I'm naked."
"Do you have a hard-on?"
"Yes."
"Touch it for me again," she said. I did.
"Tell me ... "
"It's hard ... very hard," I said. "I'm squeezing it now ... It's like a rock."
"Is it circumcised?"
"Yes ... It's big ... very big."
"What about your balls?" she asked. "When's the last time you came?"
I told her about Ellen Marshall.
"Jesus," she said. She moaned several times during my telling her.
"Are you reacting to what I'm telling you," I asked, "Or because of what Steve is doing to you?"
"Both," she confessed. "Tell me more. Tell me about the other women. In detail."
I told her about Gail and Sandi. Then I told her about Yvonne and her husband. She found my story of Kenneth Hill exciting, and she asked me to repeat it several times, especially the part when he came in his wife's face. She was moaning now, more regularly.
"Tell me about yourself," I said when I had finished. My own story had aroused me, but I needed more. I sat back on the bed, with the receiver under my ear, and I continued to stroke myself.
"About now?" she asked.
"About everything ... anything sexy."
"I'm on my back," she began. "I have my legs open and bent up ... Steve is in between them ... facing me. He's holding himself up on his elbows and knees ... and he's fucking me. Sometimes I wrap my legs around his ass ... sometimes I bring my legs all the way up and hold them by my ankles behind my head ... When I do that, I can feel his cock sliding all the way into me ... deeply into my cunt ... and I can feel his balls banging against my ass ... "
I pictured it in my mind, and my hand continued to move.
"He's still sucking on my tits ... Big tits, but sensitive ... I love to have them played with ... especially the nipples ... If there's one way to get me to fuck it's to play with my tits ... Jesus!"
"What do you look like?" I asked. I wanted to make the picture complete in my mind.
"I'm thirty-six," Iris began. "I have black hair and brown eyes ... black hair on my cunt too ... I think I've already told you about that ... a lot of hair ... a regular jungle ... I'm a hairy woman ... my cunt ... under my arms ... do you like hairy women? ... some men do..."
She was right. Most men do. There is something very primitive and animal-like about a hairy woman.
"I weigh one-thirty-five," she continued. "I'm five-four ... A little heavy, but big ; . . Big tits ... big ass ... big cunt ... "
I opened my legs and humped upward, pushing myself off the bed. I could see her fucking Steve...
"Oh shit!" she moaned. "That's good ... do some more."
"What did he do?" I asked.
"He's standing up now ... I'm hanging with my ass over the edge of the bed ... he's got my legs straight up ... pressed up against his body ... with my feet near his face ... And he's fucking me like that ... with my legs up ... I can feel his cock moving in and out of my cunt ... pushing up into me ... inside of my cunt ... my legs are closed somewhat ... it makes the passage tighter ... a lot of friction ... I can feel the ridge of his cock sliding down ... it feels wet ... hard like the dildo, only better ... warmer ... moving ... it feels alive!
. .shit!"
Sweat was running down my neck, and my arm was aching from the constant motion of jerking off. I could cum at any time, I knew. But I fought the feeling back, savoring the pleasure of deprivation. I wanted to save my orgasm. I wanted to cum when she was cuming ... I wanted to cum when Steve was cuming inside of her ...
"Eat me!" I heard Iris say. "That's it ... lick my cunt ... "
"What's happening?" I asked.
"He's pulled out," she began. "Jesus ... that feels good ... even pulling out feels sexy ... do you know what it feels like for a woman to have a big cock slide out of your cunt? ... it feels like you're taking a shit with your cunt ... like a gigantic turd is pushing out ... you can feel it moving in you ... wet ... hard ... sliding down and out ... and your cunt feels empty ... hollow ... when it's gone ... You can feel your cunt reclosing..."
I felt it; I saw it; I imagined it. I kept on pumping my fist up and down along my cock until I felt as though my arm would cramp.
"He's down between my legs now," she said. "I can feel his face ... his breath ... against my cunt ... His breath against the wetness of my pussy ... he's taking his hands ... his fingers on me ... opening the lips ... pushing his fingers up ... inside of me ... squishing them around ... turning them..."
I was listening with my body; with my mind.
"He's pulling them out now ... he's bending closer to me ... I can feel his breath again ... hot ... almost wet on my skin ... Oooohh!"
"What did he do?" I demanded. I wanted to know. I had to know. I felt as though I were watching a movie and someone had suddenly stood up in front of me and blocked my vision.
"His tongue," Iris said. "His tongue..."
"What did he do with his tongue?"
"He touched my cunt with it ... my clitoris ... he's licking my clit with the tip of his tongue ... he's moving his tongue slowly ... almost as though he's dabbing my cunt with his tongue ... like a paint brush ... dabbing my clit with wet ... "
"More ... tell me more."
"He's got his hands under my ass and he's holding me in place ... so that my cunt won't slip away from his tongue ... it's like he's eating watermelon ... holding my cunt and slurping his face into my wet pussy ... "
I listened carefully to the silence that followed her words. For a moment I almost thought I could hear ...
"He's moving his fingers now ... sliding them up from my ass ... near my cunt ... He's pushing his finger into me ... into my cunt ... He's licking my cunt and pushing his finger in and out ... Jesus ... it's like getting fucked and licked at the same time ... He's moving his finger ... bending it ... running it up and down the hole ... rubbing my insides with the tip ... and licking at my clit ... "
I felt like I was lying in a puddle of sweat. The bed under my body was drenched with my excitement and effort. My stomach was hard from my tensing it and the muscles of my thighs strained as I pushed myself up and down through my fist.
"He's moving his other finger ... a second finger ... He's pushing it in ... into me ... two fingers in my cunt! ... like a small cock ... pushing in and out ... I can feel the muscles of my cunt closing around his fingers ... tightening , . . I can feel the knuckles of his fist against the outer lips of my cunt ... pushing up ... "
Without thinking, I put my left hand in my mouth. Two fingers of my left hand in my mouth. As I jerked off, I slid the fingers in and out of my mouth, wetting the fingers. I tightened my lips around them and continued to move my hand up and down against my crotch.
"His tongue is moving down ... away from my clit ... he's pushing his tongue up into me ... no. No! ... not into me ... He's sliding his tongue up ... from the inside of my cunt hole where his fingers are ... up through the flaps of the lips ... and now he's touching my clitoris again ... Oh God! He's doing it again ... again!"
I knew what he was doing. I had done it myself to Patti. It used to drive her out of her mind.
"Wait," she said. She was talking more to herself than she was talking to me. "He's pulling his fingers out now ... I can hear the sound of my cunt ... the wet ... sliding sound. ... He's sliding his fingers up and down between the lips ... He's opening the fingers ... separating them ... pushing them back into me ... "
I heard a moan. A moan of intense pleasure.
"My ass..." Iris moaned. "He's pushing a finger up my ass ... his middle finger ... still wet from my cunt ... his pushing it up my ass ... I can feel it sliding in ... Oh Jesus! ... he's pushing the other finger back up in my cunt ... one finger in my ass and one in my cunt!"
"Oohh!" I heard someone say. It took me a second to realize it was me.
"He's licking my cunt ... rapidly now ... beating his tongue against my clit ... and pushing both fingers inside of me ... he's moving the one in my ass ... ohjesusithurts ... good."
I felt my orgasm brimming. I was holding my legs together to prevent my cuming.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Iris screamed.
I heard a movement, then the clunking sound of the telephone dropping. I heard moans, and a hand fumbling for the receiver. Voices faded in and out, intermixed with her moans and the pumping splash of flesh against flesh.
"He's fucking me ... Oh Jesus ... it's good ... his cock ... his hot fucking cock in my cunt ... going in and out ... fucking me..."
"Tell me more!" I screamed. "More!"
"He's on top ... in my cunt," she was almost incoherent. "I'm touching his cock now ... I'm putting my hand down between my legs ... touching his cock ... It's all wet ... slimy and juicy ... I can feel it going in and out of my cunt ... Through my hand ... into my pussy..."
I began to cum.
"He's cuming!" she said. "He's cumminnngggg!"
Her voice faded into a moan and I knew she, too, was in the middle of a monumental orgasm.
My sperm shot into the air and splashed against my belly like hot rain. Thick puddles of cum, running down my hand, making my fingers slippery.
"I can feel him!" she screamed. "His cum! Inside my cunt ... hot ... hot like hot water ... flowing ... spurting ... I can feel his cock throbbing..."
My own cock was throbbing, and I pushed my body up into my fist as though it were Iris's cunt. I tightened my fist around my cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said. And that was all. There was a very loud silence.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I was sitting on the John reading a copy of Stud and beating off. I had slept until noon and I woke up with a bone on that could only be cured one way. I was reading the ads and imagining what lay at the other end of each proposition. I was lazily jerking myself off while I scanned the personals. The first two pages were pretty dull, really. Lots of gays and prostitutes-and S-M's. But on the third page I came to an ad that caught my imagination. It read:
Schoolteacher, mid-30's, single and lonely. Needs mature males for quiet, restive enjoyment. Man willing to help in sexual education of uninitiated. Call Abigail, XXX-XXXX.
Well, that was one for me. After all the kinky stuff I had been involved with lately, I thought it might be a real treat to get into something sexually wholesome. I could imagine Abigail, with her hair tied up in a bun on her head and big, horn-rimmed glasses that tend to slip down her nose. I thought of Abigail with knock-knees and blushing cheeks while I stroked my stiff prick, which was getting more swollen by the minute.
I was onto a fantasy of mine that I didn't even know I had. I could see Abigail wearing heavy nylon hose with seams up the backs of her heavy legs. She would wear a plain, cotton dress that fit loosely, mostly to hide her small, firm tits. Yeah, tits that she would be embarrassed to show anyone, but not to me because she wouldn't even know me. "Abigail, show me your tits," I would say to her and she would blushingly turn and open her dress, slipping it over her shoulders. She would turn to me in her cotton bra so I could see her freckled shoulders and then she would reach back and open the halter and free her little tits. They would be like cherry-topped cupcakes. Little tits with big, hard nipples. The nipples hard, to show her desire, her secret lust.
I stroked steadily on my prick as I thought about stroking her tits, her little firm breasts. I would put my mouth over her tit and fit the whole thing in. I would suck it until she sighed and moaned and then I would bite her nipple. Bite it hard and tell her, "How's that, snatch-cakes?"
My prick was getting really hot. I could feel the buzz in my balls and I reached down and started playing with my nuts with my free hand while I kept up the pumping. Pumping my prick up to shoot my jism at pure Abigail. I could imagine her up against the bathroom wall, naked, her little pussy hiding beneath her crossed legs and her scanty bush. She would have her hands over her tits, to hide her nakedness from me, but I would say, "Take your hands away! I'm gonna cum all over those dainty little tits of yours!"
I was sitting on the pot but just then I jumped up and jerked my cock hard as I shot my wad across the bathroom. I saw the cum splatter against the tile and drip down. I grabbed my cock with both hands and pumped it fiercely, howling, "Take that, you bitch! And that!"
I made a nice mess on the wall. I sat on the John breathing heavy and watching my jism ooze down the wall. When I caught my breath, I got up and grabbed a towel and wiped the wall clean. Then I picked up the newspaper and looked at the ad again. There was a big spot of cum on it and I wiped it off with a piece of toilet paper, then went out into the living room. I was naked and horny as hell.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number. A woman's voice answered. "Abigail?" I said.
"Yes. Who is this?" she answered. Her voice was prudish.
"This is Allen," I said.
"I don't believe I know you," she said suspiciously.
"No, you don't," I said. "I'm answering your ad."
"Urn. Could you tell me a little about yourself."
I felt like I was being interviewed for a job. "Well, let's see. I'm young and fairly handsome, some girls think. Intelligent ... yes, intelligent. I like women who know themselves intellectually." I paused and thought about some other kind of bullshit, but I didn't have any. "How about you? What are you like?" I asked.
"Never mind about me," she said. "It's you we're interested in right now. What about your sexual attitudes? You don't have any sexual reservations, do you?"
"Me? Sexual reservations?"
"I don't want a man who's going to be afraid," she said.
"Sure, I understand," I answered.
"I need a man who's well-versed in the ways of
"That's me. When do we get together."
"Not so fast."
"Listen," I said, "I don't have time to play games with you. I've got a seven-inch prick that's hard for you and either you want it or you don't. What's it gonna be?"
"Seven inches?" she asked quietly.
"And fat," I said. "And I've got two balls filled with cum. They're big and hairy and hot for your little cunt."
"There's no need to get vulgar," she said.
"You wanna fuck?" I asked.
"Can you be here..."
"I'm on my way," I said, "just tell me where."
She told me an address and I wrote it down and then I hung up before she could change her mind. She was a weird one all right. Maybe it would turn out to be fun, though. I had always wondered about those prudish little schoolteachers. So now I would find out.
It took me about five minutes to get dressed and out of the house. It was a long drive to where she lived and I was pretty tired when I got to the suburban bungalow she lived in. It was innocuous enough-pink clapboard with wooden shutters. Straight out of "Ozzie and Harriet." I went up and knocked on the door. I saw a peephole slide open and an eye stared out at me.
"Yes?" a voice said from inside.
"It's me, Allen," I said.
"Allen who?" she asked.
"Listen," I said. "I just talked to you on the phone. Do you want me to come in or don't you?"
She opened the door. She stood behind it while I came in and I didn't get a chance to see her very well. She told me to have a seat and I did. When I turned around, she was gone. I heard her call to me from another room, saying she would be right with me. I sat on the couch feeling pretty stupid about accepting the offer. I thought I might have spent my Saturday morning better in bed, alone, at home. But there I was.
Then she came in. I nearly popped my eyes out of my head staring at her. She was a real knockout. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans that clung to her shapely ass and she had on a t-shirt with no bra underneath and I could see her huge tits bouncing like jello as she walked towards me. Was this what those old school marms with the tits hanging down to their waists looked like before they got old? My teachers had never looked like this one, I was sure of that.
She slinked over to me and sat down on the couch beside me. I was astounded. I couldn't think of anything to say. She brought her face close to mine and then she whispered into my ear, "Hi, prick."
Too fucking much! My cock came to life instantly. I threw myself on top of her and she didn't resist. I tore the t-shirt from her body and she didn't struggle at all. She whispered encouragement instead.
"Yes, that's right, Allen. I want to be treated mean. I want to be fucked."
I was only there five minutes and we were both already panting and naked on her couch. She had both her hands around my prick and was jerking on it violently, and I had my thumb shoved up her cunt and was sloshing around in her torrid pit. I threw her onto her back on the floor and jumped on top of her and she threw her legs open. Before I knew it, "bingo!" it was over. I shot my wad into her and I was laying on top of her, panting with exhaustion. She gave a buck and threw me off of her and then she got up and left me alone on the floor. I wondered where she went, but not for long. I heard her put on a record-some soft music-and in a few minutes I was fast asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I sure got a hell of a surprise when I woke up. I felt something tickling my balls. I was laying on my back and I grunted and shifted a little. Then I felt something on my prick that was pretty unmistakable-the feel of a warm mouth sucking me. I smiled and sighed as the sucking went on, incredibly gently. Then I felt a hand on my balls, fondling them. It felt like a small hand and I opened my eyes. I expected to see Abigail crouching over me, but instead I found two naked girls, kids, couldn't have been more than fourteen, sprawled out naked at my hips. One of them was sucking on my cock, the other one was playing with my balls. They seemed to be having a great time.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "Who are you?" I asked.
Since one of them had her mouth full, the other answered for both. "I'm Susie and that's Dale. We're in Miss Mercy's class. She said we could play with you, mister."
"Oh, by all means," I said. It was a nice feeling, having those two working on me. They were really innocent and inexperienced. That made it all the better.
"How do you like my kids?" I heard Abigail ask.
"What?" I asked. "These are your kids?"
"Well, when they're in class, they are."
"I get it," I said. I was starting to get pretty hot from the sucking I was getting.
"Susie and Dale want to learn all about sex. I told them you would teach them. That's what you're here for, right?"
"You bet," I said. "But it looks like they already know what they're doing. I'm getting pretty hot from this stuff."
At that, one of the girls looked up, the one who was sucking me, and asked, "Are you really, mister? Do you like it?"
"Don't ask questions, now," I said. "Get back to what you were doing."
Dale went back to her nice sucking job. I told her to play with it with her hands while she sucked me, and to blow every now and then, too. She started sliding her mouth up and down on my prick and I was getting hot as hell.
"What about me?" Susie asked. "There's no room for me?"
"Come around here to my face," I said to her. She crawled around to the front of me. She sat cross-legged beside me and I reached up and took her slender body in my arms. She was thin, like the surfer girls out in California, and she had pointed little tits that still had a ways to go before they were finished growing. Her face was small and cute, and she had long, straight brown hair that hung down nearly to her ass. She was a pretty little tart, no doubt about that. "Kiss me," I said.
She didn't hesitate for a minute. She leaned over and brought her lips towards mine and I watched as she closed her eyes when our lips met. She had small, sweet lips that felt nice to kiss. I drew her little body down to mine so that she was laying sideways across me, her tits in my side and her lips touching mine. Her kisses were innocent and young. They made me want to fuck her. I wrapped my arms around her and drove my tongue down her throat. She moaned and wriggled in my arms and the other one, Dale, sucked hard on my swollen cock.
"You're hurting me, mister," Susie complained.
"My name is Allen," I said. "I'm sorry."
I released my grip on her and moved my head around so I could suck on her little tits. She was more than willing and shoved her tiny tits into my face. I sucked them with pleasure, the little globes of flesh fitting completely into my mouth. Her nipples were hard and I flicked at them with my tongue-gently, because I had learned what she liked. She wasn't a hot bitch like Abigail, she was an innocent nymphet. Meanwhile, down below, Dale was licking my balls tenderly.
I took my mouth off her little tits and said, "Sit on my face, Susie. I want to suck your pretty little cunt."
She manuvered herself into position, settling her petite rump on my chin. "like this?" she asked when she was positioned.
"Um-hm," I answered from my muffled location. I could hardly breathe from under her. I had my mouth over her cute little snatch and my nose was wedged up the crack of her ass. It was a little hard to breath, but I figured I would manage. I worked my hands up under her so that I could spread her cunt apart. I felt the lips of her pussy against my mouth and I slid my tongue between them.
"Ooo-oooh!" She cooed. "That feels funny."
"Does it feel good?" I heard Abigail ask.
"Oh, yes, it feels great," Susie said.
I wondered what Abigail was doing during all this. I supposed she was sitting on the couch fingerfucking herself while she watched. The thought of her sitting right above me, watching me play with these two girls made me even hotter.
"Wiggle around on his face, Susie. Wiggle so that it feels good to you, so you can feel his tongue playing with your pussy," Abigail said.
Susie did just that. I held onto her hips and kept some of the pressure of her weight off my face and drove my tongue into her twat while she rotated on it. I knew she was enjoying it because her pussy juice was streaming out of her, dripping down my cheeks. I started to suck it out of her while I buried my tongue into her. Then I found her clit. My tongue slid over a little node of flesh that was hard like a match-head. I knew it was her little clit and I licked it softly. She jiggled all around when I did that, so I tried to suck it while I had it in range. She pressed her cunt onto my face to help me.
Dale was licking the head of my cock. She had my balls in her little hands and was rolling them around and around. Then she put her mouth over my cock and starting sucking.
"Suck hard, Dale," I heard Abigail say. "Make him cum in your mouth."
"How do I do that?" Dale asked.
"I'll help you," Abigail said. I heard her pad across the floor and then I felt a new hand around my prick. I could feel the long, slender fingers girdle my cock and then I felt Abigail's tongue slowly and sensually lick the head of my cock. I nearly came right there.
"We'll take turns sucking," Abigail said.
I felt her mouth, hot and wet, go over my cock and then my cock started to sink into her. I felt it go in and in and in until three-fourths of it was in her throat. Then she slid it back out again, sucking hard on it all the way. I could feel the veins pounding in my prick.
"Now you," Abigail said. "Take it in as far as you can."
I felt a new pair of hands on my cock. They were smaller, less sure. They gripped me gently and then the lips were over it. The mouth was cooler than Abigail's, and the suction was gentler. My cock didn't go in as deep, but the thought of being sucked off by that kid was more than enough to compensate.
They started sucking me in rapid succession, first Abigail and then Dale, and my cock was pounding in a few minutes. I sucked Susie's cunt with all my might and I heard her moaning. She tried to get up, but I held her tightly to my face and licked her clit ferociously. She squealed and started to bounce on my face. It was all I could do to keep from getting suffocated, but I managed to bring her through her climax.
Just as she was finished cuming, and the juices were running down my cheeks, I felt myself getting tingly between the legs. I arched my back to get my cock deeper into the mouth it was in.
"He's going to cum now, Dale. Suck it. Suck his cum!" Abigail said.
But it was too late. They were in the process of shifting when I let the first wad fly.
They were fumbling with my prick like with a hose gone wild. There were hands all over it and they were all stroking my prick and making me cum.
"Oh!" I heard Abigail say.
"Yech!" Susie exclaimed.
"Ummm," Abigail murmured.
I bucked away for a few minutes and no mouth covered my cock again. They just beat me off while I shot my wad, a lot of it landing right back in my lap. When I was shot out, I pushed Susie off my face and relaxed, breathing heavy.
When I had caught my breath, I opened my eyes. Abigail and Dale were sitting at my feet wiping cum off each other. It looked like I had really splattered them. Abigail had cum in her hair and on her tits and Dale had it all over her face. It must have been quite a shock for Dale when I came like I did. I knew it was impolite, but I couldn't help myself and I laughed right in their faces. Those two cunts, the older one, Abigail, and the young tart, Dale, looked ridiculous with their faces covered with semen. They pretended not to hear me, or else they didn't care.
"I hope you didn't just waste the last of yourself just then," Abigail said. "Cause we're just getting started."
"I'm ready when you are," I said. I was really horny and I knew I could get it up again in no time.
"Good," Abigail said, wiping the cum out of her hair. "Because Dale and Susie came here to get fucked. Isn't that right?"
Dale and Susie agreed.
"Fine," I said. "I know where to stick it. Who's first?"
"Fuck me," Susie said. "I'm hot and ready for it"
"Yeah," Dale said, "fuck Susie. I want to watch."
So without further ado, I sat up and faced Susie. My cock was limp in my lap and I picked it up in my hand and pointed it at her. "This is for you, Susie. Come and get it."
Susie came over without hesitating and started sucking on my limp prick.
"Suck it hard, Susie," Dale said. "It gets real stiff when he's hot."
While Susie sucked on me, I played with her cunt. I fingered her slit patiently, feeling how hot and wet it was. There was hardly any hair on it and the lips were small and delicate. I hadn't seen a pussy like that since I was a kid. I pulled her off my cock, which was getting pretty hard, and pushed her over onto her back. I spread her legs apart and stared down at her nearly bald pubis. The cunt lips were slightly open and her pussy was a bright pink, slick and wet inside. I brought my hand down to it and spread the lips apart so I could get a better look inside. Her little clit was sticking down over the hole, and I poked it with my finger to feel how hard it was. Then I stuck my finger down into her.
"Oh! OOHH!" Susie moaned.
I felt something obstructing my progress. "You're a virgin!" I exclaimed.
"She sure is, Allen," Abigail said. "Bust her wide open!"
"Do it to me, Allen. I want to be fucked!" Susie moaned.
"Damn right I'm gonna fuck you," I panted. The thought of that tight, virgin cunt drove me wild. I jumped on top of Susie and guided my prick down to her cunt.
Now, you've got no idea what it's like to fuck a young, virgin cunt after sticking it to all those fucked-out women like I had been doing for so long. There's nothing to compare with a tight, unbroken pussy-nothing. The only thing about it is that you can only have it once. After that first time, it's just like all the other pussies in the world.
Well, Susie was sprawled on her back with her legs open wide for me and my prick was pressing at the entrance. The lips of her cunt were wet and hot, but they were closed nearly shut and I had to force my finger into the hole to get it open a little. She must have been pretty nervous. Her cunt was tight on my finger now. I knew I would have to really ram it to her to get in, and the thought of that was fantastic.
Abigail and Dale were crouching over me so they could watch, and the both of them were getting hot from looking. I made a quick visual survey and saw that they were both fingering themselves while they looked on. Susie had her eyes shut tight and she was biting her lower lip as I loosened her cunt a little with my fingers. Spreading the lips of her little cunt open with my thumb and forefinger, I started to slip my big prick into her.
"Umh!" Susie cried as the head of my prick entered her. "It's so big! I can't take it!"
She struggled to get away. "Help me hold her down!" I yelled. Abigail immediately was at her shoulders, pinning her under me. Dale hesitated a moment, but then she went to Susie's legs and pinned them in place.
"Fuck her, Allen," Abigail cried.
I was pumping my prick in and out just past the head, and it was rubbing against Susie's hard clit. She was breathing heavy and beginning to enjoy the feel of my prick in her. I could feel the head of my cock just touching her maidenhead. I made sure I didn't cause her any pain as we warmed up. But my prick was bursting with need and I wanted to ram it into her right there.
Susie's cunt muscles were loosening up and there was even a little room for my big prick to slide around in. Susie was moaning with pleasure now and rolling from side to side. I put my hands on her hips and called out, "Hold her down! I'm going to fuck her wide open!"
I brought my hips back and then let my weight fall down on my prick driving it halfway up into Susie's tight little cunt. There was a wet, popping noise, like a balloon bursting under water.
"Eeee-oooh SHIT!! ! " Susie screamed.
She bucked like crazy and I drew my cock back and drove it into her again.
"Stop! STOP!! IT'S TOO BIG!" Susie wailed.
"All the way, Allen, fuck her all the way!" Abigail yelled.
I drew my cock back and drove it into Susie with all my might. My prick drove into her, spreading the tight muscles apart as it went until my prick was all the way inside that incredibly tight cunt. Her pussy was grabbing my cock like a vise! I could feel that I was stretching her cunt and she was moaning with the most incredible sound of mixed pain and pleasure that I have ever heard.
She bit her lips and cried as she drove her hips into mine. She wanted more, although what I was giving her was ripping her apart! What a girl!
I grabbed her and started pumping my prick into her with all my might and in a minute she was huffing and puffing and throwing her hips up against mine.
"I'M CUMING!" she wailed as she bucked under me.
Then I shot my wad into her. It really shook my balls when it came and I felt it splattering into her pussy, filling her little cunt up and oozing out of her. Susie cried, the tears streaming down her cheeks, but at the same time she was laughing in the most sinister way.
It was too much for Abigail and Dale to watch. As Susie and I started sliding down the ladder of ecstasy, I saw Abigail grab Dale and push her face down to her pussy. Dale started sucking Abigail like they had been doing it for ages. Without losing her position, Dale crawled over the prone Abigail until they were in a position in which each could suck the other. Abigail parted Dale's legs and started sucking the hairless pussy.
Susie was out cold. My prick was sore as hell and I had to pull hard to get it out of her tight cunt. It was like her pussy didn't want to let me go. My prick had gone limp, too, so it wasn't as if I was trying to pull my hard-on out of her. I finally put my hands on her hips and pulled. My cock stretched and whipped out of her pussy like an elastic band, making a sound like a cork popping when it came out. Susie didn't even move. I saw the cum running out of her cunt and down her thighs onto the floor.
Then I turned my gaze to Abigail and Dale. Dale was on top. She had her face buried in Abigail's luxurious bush and she was lapping the juices from it like a dog. Dale's legs were parted above Abigail's face and I knew that Abigail was making short work of that pussy by the noises Dale was making.
The room was filled with the sounds of fucking. I was still trying to catch my breath, breathing hard, and Abigail and Dale were both moaning lustfully as their mouths made sucking noises on each other's cunts. The room smelled strong of sweat and cum and it seemed intolerably hot.
Dale's cute little ass was like a ripe peach bouncing up and down on Abigail's face. I watched it and I could tell when Abigail sent her tongue slithering into Dale's cunt by the way Dale's ass tightened and thrust downward. I watched her ass muscles tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen, and all I could think about was having those ass muscles tighten and loosen on my cock. I was starting to get another hard on watching and listening to the woman, Abigail, and the girl, Dale, sucking each other into ecstasy. My prick was purple by now and it was throbbing with pain, but I couldn't resist. That little round ass of Dale's, with the dimples adorning each hump, was too much.
I couldn't walk so I crawled around behind Dale. I put my hands on her ass and stuck my nose up between the cheeks. I sniffed and it was the sweetest smelling ass I could have imagined-better than any cunt, even. I saw Abigail watching me from below and I told her, "Lick her ass. Make it wet for me."
Abigail was turned on by that and I could see her humping herself even more vigorously into Dale's face. I watched as Abigail licked under Dale's pussy. Her tongue came out the bottom end and over the little patch of flesh that separated Dale's pussy from her ass-hole, and then Abigail was licking Dale's anus.
It was so fucking erotic to watch Abigail licking Dale's ass-hole that I grabbed my cock and started playing with myself. "Hurry up," I said, "I'm hotter than hell!"
I saw Abigail's tongue rimming Dale's ass-hole and then the tongue descended down into the hole. Dale wiggled her ass back and forth and giggled to the tickling sensation Abigail was giving her ass.
Abigail was taking her time, but I couldn't wait any more. I reached up and put my hands on Dale's ass and made ready to drive it up her. But Abigail stopped me by licking my prick. She licked it good, too, until my cock was glistening with her saliva. Then Abigail slid back under Dale and I saw her tongue go back to work on the pussy. I parted Dale's cheeks and rammed my cock at the open hole.
"Woo-oop!" Dale exclaimed.
But she didn't mind at all. Her ass hole was tight-but not nearly so tight as Susie's pussy had been. I wondered if she had been fucked in the ass before. Dale started humping her ass up and back at me, keeping time to my fucking and Abigail's sucking. I put one hand around her waist and the other hand I slid down to Abigail's tit and started caressing that bundle of soft flesh. All three of us were panting already and I felt like I would cum again. Dale started rocking full speed, pounding her ass against my cock until I had all seven inches up that tight little hole. She was screaming with delight and pounding away and then she was cuming and I couldn't stop, I started cuming too. Abigail, I could tell from the way she was writhing, had arrived, too. We all shook like a huge energized bowl of jello. I felt the end of my dick exploding painfully as I shot hot cum deep into her.
"I can feel it!" Dale exclaimed. "I can feel your hot cum up my ass! Fill it, Allen, fill my ass with your cum!"
I thought I would die, it was so painful to keep on fucking like that. But I shot my wad and I was still alive-barely. I slid my cum-slickened prick out of Dale's ass and collapsed on the floor. Dale and Abigail were still at it, sucking each other off when I passed out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was late the next day before I woke up to the sound of ringing. The sound sank into my dream world where I was fast losing myself to a host of teasing nymphits. There was a waterfall in my dream and the sound of the crashing water was the sound of the ringing. I stood in my dream watching the falling water and the naked girls in the water feeling something urgent pressing upon me. The urgency became identified with the falling water, and the water fell heavier and heavier until all I could hear was the sound of the crashing falls, and the crashing became a ringing until I opened my eyes.
The ringing continued and I shook my senses to remember where I was. The word telephone floated into my mind and I remembered. I got up to get the phone and found that I had a tremendous erection, then I remembered my dream.
The phone continued to call me and I followed, finally lifting the receiver and lazily answering.
"Hello Allen," A woman's voice said.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"A friend," she said. She had that slightly nasal type of voice that makes a woman sound particularly sexy.
"A friend?" I said.
"Or possibly a future friend."
"Right," I said. "I'll see you in the future, friend." I started to hang up the phone and I had no reason not to, but I stopped at the last minute and brought the receiver back to my ear. I don't know why I didn't just hang up. I was tired and uninterested in any games at the moment. I knew that I could hang up the phone and it would ring again before too long.
I stood there holding the phone to my ear, listening and waiting.
"If you want to hang up, do so," the voice said.
I pulled the receiver from my ear and stared at it for a moment, then started to hang it up again and be done with it, but something made me bring it back to my ear again.
"Shall I take your presence as an affirmation?" the voice asked.
"Affirmation of what?" I said. "Who is this?"
"Affirmation of my existence, of course," the woman said. "I've told you, I am a friend. A close friend. As close, at least, as any of the other women, I feel certain. But you will see."
The way she spoke was somehow odd, not just what she said but the sound of her voice when she said it. "You're calling about the ad?" I asked, now somewhat unsure.
"Yes," she said, "I am calling about the advertisement you have solicited regarding yourself. It was a most inviting advertisement."
By the silence, I guessed that she expected me to say something. I was just about speechless, for some reason. I cleared my throat and said, clumsily, "Well, I just copied some of the other things saw in the ads."
"Precisely. That is precisely how it is done." She paused and I listened intently to the silent receiver. "There is such little room for invention in this world," she said. "How can one be original after, say, the acts of dear Caine or Eve?"
She spoke with ridiculous intimacy of those two. I didn't answer. I decided it was a rhetorical question.
"But I do you an injustice, Allen. I am sure you are much more original than any of your contemporaries."
"Well, I don't know," I said unsteadily. "I try."
"That is an advantage in itself. Most don't even put an effort into it. Believe me, I know."
There was another long silence, and it occurred to me that she must have the wrong number. "Are you sure that you dialed the right number?" I asked.
"What a silly question. Of course I'm sure," she laughed.
"But, I mean, the ad ... you're answering the ad in Stud?"
"Isn't that where you placed your advertisement."
"Yes."
"Then you are the correct one."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'm pretty tied up right now..."
"Of course, I understand," she put in. "It is for me to make myself available for you. Very well, I shall be available ... tonight. At midnight."
"Gee, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm busy..."
"You get into your car at 11:30 and drive north on highway one until you arrive at Crosstimbers Road. There you take a left turn and continue until you reach the sign on the right side of the road which reads, "Koczhecline Estate." Here you enter."
Then the phone went dead. I decided it was just an extra-weird kook and tried to forget about the call. I felt pretty good, although not especially horny. The call had left me extremely unhorny. So I went to the window and looked out-it was an especially ugly day. Gray sky, light rain falling, cars driving by with their lights on. I decided to negate the day and go back to sleep. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
Before I could get halfway to the bedroom, the phone rang. What the heck, I thought, and answered it.
"Allen?" the voice asked.
"That's me."
There was a long silence and I finally said, "Hello?"
Then the girl's voice came back on. "You had the ad?"
"Yeah, that's right. Are you answering it."
"Well, yes, I guess I am."
"Well, what's your name."
"Beth."
"Hello, Beth. Glad to meet you."
"Do you really do what you said in your ad."
"More. Much more. Are you interested."
"Well, maybe. But I sort of prefer oral sex. You don't mind doing that for a girl."
"No."
"I've got a nice cunt. You'd enjoy sucking it off. I shave it every day and it's bald and shiny and slick. Men love to eat my pussy. They like to run their tongues all over the mounds of my pussy and then spread the wet lips apart and lick the hot juices out. My pussy's hot for you, Allen! I've got it open and it's warm pink inside, dripping wet. Can you taste it, Allen, can you?"
I hung up. I just didn't feel like playing with that kind this day. After I hung up, I took the phone off the hook and trudged back to bed. I felt really exhausted. It took about two minutes for me to fall fast asleep.
I slept through most of the day. When I got up again, it was already dark outside. I had managed to sleep away the entire day. I got up and had a shower and then got dressed. I moped around the house for a while and then decided to go out for a bite to eat. I hardly felt hungry at all, but I didn't have any plans for the evening and I didn't want to sit at home by myself. So I went out to the car. It was still raining outside. A miserable night.
I drove to the local diner and had ham and eggs. A mid-evening breakfast. The eggs were overdone and the toast was burnt, and the coffee was sour. I was beginning to wish I had never gotten up. I hardly touched the food and paid and left.
I got into my car and started to drive. It was around 9:00 and I was just cruising aimlessly, thinking about all the women I had been fucking in the last few days. I was also thinking about Patti. I really loved Patti. I wondered what she would think about all my fucking around. I knew I would tell her. There was no doubt about that.
I cruised around thinking about all the cunts I had been looking at and poking my prick into recently and, although my memory of all that pussy was so vivid that I could even smell the cunt, I didn't get a single erection. I was kind of burned out on fucking I guess. Feeling sort of weak and aimless.
I was driving without thinking about my driving. I've done that a lot when I do long-distance driving. Sort of put the brain on "automatic" and it drives the car without you consciously thinking about it. I had been doing this for a couple of hours, going all over town, when I looked up and saw, on the right side of the road, a sign that read, "Koczecline Estate." Without even thinking about it I turned the car into the drive. The complete ease with which I headed the car up that road unnerved me a little. I hadn't intended on coming here at all, and here I was. I glanced at my watch. It was midnight. Exactly when I should have arrived if I had started at the designated 11:30.
The driveway was lined with ragged shrubbery that looked like it hadn't been cared for in years. There was a wrought iron gate at the end of the drive that was wide open-I supposed for me. Beyond the gate lay an old mansion of rough-hewn stone that was dark except for a single light in the front room. I parked my car beneath a huge oak tree in the front and walked to the front door. There was a large, brass knocker on the door and I rapped it a few times and waited.
The door opened slowly. A woman in black stood at the door and said, "Come in, Allen."
She had short brown hair, neatly cut, and deep brown eyes. I walked past her and she closed the door behind us and followed me into the room. It was a large room lit by a single small lamp and so it was still rather dark. The floor was a dirty parquet and the furniture was late-50's modern. Mies Van der Rohe shit, if you know what I mean. The furniture looked like it was rarely used and gathered dust.
"Sit down," she said congenially and I did.
I noticed that she wore no shoes and that her feet were wet and dirty, as if she had been out walking in the mud. Her dress and hair, though, were dry. I supposed she had gone out walking with an umbrella. It was odd to see her mud-caked feet as they contrasted with her formal dress. It was a black evening gown that went down almost to her feet. It was cut low at the front so that I could see that she had nice tits. I felt really awkward. She noticed it and said, "There is no reason for you to be nervous. We are perfectly alone."
"Oh, I'm not nervous," I said and coughed. "A drink?" she asked. "Please," I said.
She poured out one drink and handed it to me, no taking one for herself. "I hope you like brandy," she said.
"Love it," I answered.
"They always do, it seems. Were I to offer you salt water, would you love that too."
"What?" I asked.
"Drink up and never mind. It doesn't matter."
I shook it off and drank. The brandy was strong and it warmed me up a bit. I had begun to feel a little chilled. I hadn't noticed when I first came in, but it was exceedingly cold in the house. I thought that the floor must be freezing, especially to her with her wet, bare feet.
"Are you cold still?" she asked when I had finished the brandy.
"Better," I said.
"It is a cold house. I like it, though. I like the cold. It has a certain attraction for me. The cold and the damp, like the earth itself."
When she spoke, she looked straight through me as if I didn't exist. Her eyes looked very still and her color was extremely pale. Yet there was something about her ... the bright red of her lips, maybe, or the way she gestured with her long, pointed fingers.
"You've answered a lot of these ads?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I find the men who take them are interesting souls, in a way."
She had a way of talking, of choosing her words that sent the chills running right up my spine. And she never seemed to blink. I had nothing to say to her, and she didn't seem interested in speaking, so we sat in silence for a long time. The sound of the rain could be heard as it struck the windows and the roof. Occasionally the wind would rustle the trees and it sounded as if there were someone stirring about outside.
"Are you curious about me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess I am," I admitted.
"I am a lonely woman who has a need for men. I have the means and the time to afford attaining them in the way that I do. I never leave this house and no man has ever returned to this place. I was in love once but I was scorned and I have never forgiven him. As far as he is concerned, I am dead."
I could feel the chills running up and down my spine as she spoke. I wished I had never come and I wanted some way of escaping. I didn't have the least bit of sexual desire towards her. She drove me batty. I was freezing.
"You're cold," she said. "Come, we can build a fire."
She went to the fireplace and I followed her. There were some half-burned logs in it that looked like they had been there years. There were some newspapers beside the fireplace and we began to crumple them up for kindling. I noticed that they were all the same newspaper, an old copy with a date in the 60's. The headline was about an accident of some kind. As the paper burned, I read the disappearing headline, "Governor and ... plunge car into ocean." The name of the other party had already burned away.
The fire crackled and sputtered. The wood was wet and wouldn't start. We burned all the newspaper but couldn't get the fire started. I was just about shivering with the cold. I wanted to go home.
"I suppose it won't start," she said. "It never does. We shall have to find another way of keeping warm. Come with me."
I wanted to tell her that I was leaving, but I couldn't for some reason bring myself to contradict her. The way she looked right through me...
I followed her down a dark hallway to another room. She turned on the light and it was a small, green lamp that barely lit the room. It bathed the great, canopied bed in a green pallor. It looked like a scene from an underwater movie; Everything seemed to be floating in the green light. Outside, the wind had picked up and was hurling raindrops against the windows.
She walked past me and sat down on the bed.
Without speaking a word, she began to undress. The gown came off in one motion and she was completely naked underneath except for a diamond-studded collar she wore around her neck. She lay down on the bed, her body glowing in the green light. She was ravishing, but for some reason I wasn't stimulated. She had large, high tits with nipples pointing straight up, and her cunt was covered with curly black fur. I knew that the sight of a body as curvy and sleek as hers would have ordinarily driven me wild, but I was overcome with the feel of the place, the green, misty light, the weird way of talking she had, the extreme cold. She didn't seem to be cold at all.
"Come lie down next to me, Allen," she said in a deep voice.
I told myself that I was acting ridiculous. I walked over to the bed and stared down at those bulging tits and that pussy. She was slowly gesticulating with her body, making it roll slowly like the ocean. I started to get into the mood. I decided to get on top of her and ride her waves.
"Take off your clothes before you come into bed," she said.
So I stood next to her and. undressed. She watched me remove my clothes, but with an air of complete disinterest. She had her eyes on one spot-my crotch. She wanted to see my prick and nothing else. I wished that I would have had a hard on to thrust into her gaze, but I was limp as a baby.
I removed my underwear sheepishly and stood naked before her. She stared at my prick and I felt like, instead of making me get a hard-on, she would make my cock shrivel up and hide inside my belly.
"A beautiful prick," she said. Come here so I can suck it for you and make it hard."
I climbed up on the bed like a little boy and she moved over to make room for me. She sat up at my thighs and I laid back on the pillows and waited for her to put her lips on my prick. I was shivering slightly, but she was perfectly calm. I figured that once we got started, I would get warmed up.
She stared at my cock for a long time, sizing it up. "Yes, a very nice prick," she said. "I like big pricks. Pricks that can choke me when I take them in my throat. I want to be choked and strangled by your cock, Allen. I want to eat your cum. Drink it."
With that, she brought her hand over my waist and drew a long line down my belly with her fingernail. It sent chills running through me, but it also brought my prick to life. She ran her hand over my hips, just barely touching them with the tips of her fingers. I could feel myself coming alive, even though I was shivering like crazy.
Then she brought both palms down on my thighs and I almost jumped from the coldness of her touch. Her hands were ice-cold and they didn't warm up the longer she kept them on my thighs. They were cold and lifeless like two dead fish. I felt her hand sliding down my thighs towards my crotch and then the feel of her fingers touching my prick. She took it in her hand and it was like wrapping my prick in a cold sponge.
I felt the coldness spreading through my groin. It was the same as being stimulated by someone who got you hot, except she made me cold instead. I felt my whole body going rigid. I knew my cock was getting harder, but it wasn't getting hot and hard, it was freezing. My cock was turning into an icicle.
I could feel it standing straight up between my legs and she was stroking it with her cold, cold hands. Then she brought her cheek down to it and , pressed the head of my prick to her cheek. What a feeling that was! Her cheek caused me to shiver as she ran my cock around and around it. Her eyes were closed now. She ran my cock all over her cold body. She was cold all over, some parts more icy than others. She held my cock between her tits and it was like an icebox there. I wanted to scream or at least get up and run, but I couldn't move. It was as if she had frozen my will to resist and now I was hers to do with as she pleased.
"Yes, cock, hard cock," she moaned. "I love your cock. I love cock, all kinds of cock. Mmmmmm."
She wailed deep down in her throat and then brought her lips to my prick. It made me shiver all over when she kissed the head of my prick. Her breath was icy and her kiss tingled. She spread her lips and sucked my prick up inside her mouth and I didn't feel anything except a sucking sensation. I knew my cock was numb. I felt that my entire body was going numb. She sucked on my cock and moaned deep down in her throat and she swayed slowly in the pale green light. I felt that she was sucking the life out of my cock.
"No," I whispered. "Stop, please stop."
"Yes, yes Allen. I'm going to suck your seed out. Ummmm, suck your big, cold cock. Cold like the earth, cold and damp. Hard cocks and cold earth. Ummmm."
My body started to move with her. I couldn't help myself. She was maneuvering me like I was a puppet. I rose and fell to the rhythm of her sucking and when she reached down and took my balls in her hand, it felt like she had inserted her icy fingers into my scrotum and was touching my bare balls. The feeling of wet and cold pervaded my nuts and they nestled up to my hard prick. She gently tickled them and enticed them down so that she could play with them some more.
There was a tingling running through my nuts that was like the feeling before I usually cum, but now it was a painful feeling. like when I've fucked too much and my balls are sore. Except now it was like all my tubes had frozen and I was going to shoot ice out of my prick. I closed my eyes and felt my body rising and falling to her rhythm. She placed her hands on my ass and drove my cock deep into her throat and I could feel her cold lips touching my crotch. I knew she had my entire erection shoved down her throat. She squeezed my balls and I could feel it moving up my prick, slowly instead of shooting. I could feel my cum oozing up the shaft and it felt like it would never get to the end. I groaned and grunted and heaved in an effort to get it out. It finally came to the end of my prick and I could feel her sucking my slow cum from me. It was like she had a straw leading straight down to my balls and she was sucking my cum out of my nuts with that straw. I could feel the suction in my balls. She kept it up, and I had already stopped cuming, if you could call what I did cuming, but she was still drinking. It felt like my balls were being sucked dry. My entire body was tensed and I cried out, "Stop! Stop!"
I was thankful when she took her mouth off my prick. "Sucking you out?" she asked. "Mustn't do that. There must be some left for my lovely cunt. You want to fuck my wet cunt, don't you? You're my lover tonight. You have to fuck my cunt. I can't sleep if you don't fuck me."
I wanted to get out. I wanted to get up and run, but I felt weak. It was as if she had drained all my strength out of my prick. I lay on my back panting for breath and shivering at the same time.
"Who are you!" I yelled.
She smiled and her figure waved in the greenish light. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves was accentuated by the sound of the rain beating against the window. The storm was building up force and I could hear thunder in the distance. It was a low, rumbling noise and the sky began to be lit dimly from the distant lightning.
"I have to go," I whispered.
"Fuck me first," she said, with her hands on her hips. She slid her hands down her sleek thighs and ran her finger up to her pussy. "Stick it in here, Allen. I'm starved for your cock."
She rose and opened her thighs, seating herself over my body.
"Don't be afraid, Allen. I won't hurt you. I'll only fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm not like any woman you've ever known, am I?"
"No," I mumbled.
"I know what a man needs. He needs cunt. He needs cunt from the woman he loves, lots of cunt, dirty, nasty, pussy. If he doesn't get it there, he'll get it somewhere else. Isn't that right?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"What about your love, Allen? Doesn't she have a cunt good enough for you?"
"There's nobody special," I lied. "I just fuck around."
"You just fuck around," she repeated, doing a little dance in the greenish light. The storm was closer and the lightning illuminated the room with each flash. It was ice cold and wet. I was shivering all over, but my prick was as hard as could be and I wanted to fuck her more than anything. Or be fucked by her. I didn't really want to be there.
She slipped her hands up under her crotch and spread her hot pussy apart. It should have been hot, anyway. I felt her cold hand grab my cock and fondle the sore head, and then she manuvered her pussy over it and rubbed my prick head in the wetness of her cunt. It was like ice-water!
But I didn't draw away. I was mesmerized by her dance and I lay motionless as I watched her working her self around and around over my prick, just letting the tip of it touch her snatch.
"Now I'll take you in, Allen. I'll take you into my cunt where I hide my secrets. I'll fuck your big cock until you cry for me to stop."
She threw her head back and as the lightning flashed she lowered her body onto my prick. I felt the coldness creeping over me. It descended down my shaft as she swallowed it with her cunt. My balls had begun to warm up again, but now they turned to ice. The chill went down my tailbone and spread up my spine, finally reaching my skull and making my hair stand on end. I lay gnashing my teeth while she worked up and down my stiff prick.
"I'm freezing!" I yelled.
I heard her laugh deep down in her throat. "I've always been frozen. I'm cold like the earth, wet and damp."
She pumped her body up and down on me and I felt that I was getting weaker and weaker. I tried to reach up and grab her, but she swayed and I couldn't touch her. My movements were too slow. I was slowing down. I thought that I must be feeling what it's like to freeze to death. Yet, my balls were working through it all. My prick was hard and tingling, and I could tell that she was getting close to a climax. She was breathing hoarsely, deep down in her throat.
"Cum! Cum inside me, Allen. Fill my frigid cunt with your cum!"
"No! I won't let you! Let me up!" I cried.
"I'm fucking you. YOU can't get up."
I reached up again and this time I was able to grab her by the collar she wore around her neck. She pulled back and the collar came off with a snap. There was a fiercely bright flash of lightning and I saw the scars around her throat that the collar hid.
"What are you!" I screamed.
"I love you, Allen," she moaned. "Tell me that you love me."
She looked at me with her eyes, boring through me. The room swayed in the damp green light, and our bodies swayed with it. My head was swimming in green, in dampness and cold. My body was slowing down and I was going to come, that was certain, I was cuming.
She drove herself down onto my body again and again. "Tell me you love me!" she wailed like the wind.
"NO! NO! I LOVE PATTI!" I screamed.
"PATTI."
Then it was over. I was alone in my bed.
CHAPTER NINE
I was making love to Patti. I mean that literally. With Patti, the act is not sex, or fucking, or screwing: it's an act of love A spiritual, emotional, romantic thing as well as a physical thing.
We were on the bed, and she was in my arms. She was resting her head on my arm, and I was half-leaning over her, kissing her. My mouth was still closed, and I was kissing her slowly, sensually, rotating my lips. We were both fully clothed, because that was the way she wanted it; the only way she could ever fully enjoy it.
I had to make love to her: win her over and seduce her. We couldn't just enjoy sex together on a physical level. I had to tell her I loved her, and assure her that it was her, my woman, that I desired. She had to be more than a cunt: she had to be a love object.
This time, however, I found myself not minding it too much. I did it her way, because I found it exciting. I found Patti exciting. I hadn't made love to her in nearly a month, and I found her body exciting me as it always had in the past. Our memories were working through our bodies, and she moved when I wanted, touched me when I needed, and responded exactly as expected. Our bodies were familiar and the act was well-practiced and coordinated. We knew each other through years and years of sexual practice, and we knew how to act, and how to make love. There was a smoothness, and finesse of technique that was missing with all the other women I had had during the month. Patti and I were good together sexually.
Patti lay in my arms passively; her yellow hair, short and closely cropped, splayed slightly across my arms and touching the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing gently. I kissed her as sensually as I could without using my tongue. My lips were open slightly, and they were wet. I pressed them fully against hers, allowing my wetness to touch hers, and I moved my lips slightly, slowly against her. I felt the slightest response under me: a return of pressure against my lips. Her lips parted, and I felt the tickling thickness of her tongue against my lips.
That was my sign that we had successfully reached the next level to our love making. She was responding because I was doing it her way: slowly, romantically, winning over her body through love.
I opened my mouth and permitted her tongue to wind itself into my mouth. It felt like a slow, hot thickness touching my teeth and licking my tongue. She moved it carefully, playing it over the roof of my mouth and rubbing it up and down against my tongue. Her lips were still full and thick, and she continued to press them softly against my lips, rotating her mouth with the same subtle motion.
Patti moaned slightly, and I slid my tongue over hers, pushing myself into the wetness of her mouth. I tasted her sweetness, and felt the gentle sucking pressure that her mouth was making as I entered it. Her breath pulled into her, as though she were imprisoning me. I ground my mouth against her lips, pressing slightly harder against her lips.
It was time for the next move.
My left hand was on her stomach, kneading it and caressing it as I kissed her. As I increased my tempo, I began to slide my hand up her body, towards her breasts. I moved my hand slowly-very slowly-so that she could savor the exquisite sexuality of anticipation as my hand drew closer and closer to her tit. At the very last moment, I touched the base of her breast, the swollen roundness just above her bra. I rubbed my fingertips against her softness, making slow, shallow circles against the material of her dress.
Patti moaned again. Her breasts were extraordinarily sensitive, and just the slightest touch made her react with pleasure. Her greatest enjoyment came from my licking and sucking on her breasts. I'd always believed she could reach orgasm from just my touching them, but we'd never tried it. I'm sure it would work if we had to patience to try.
Today, however, was not that time, and I slipped my hand up over her breast, touching it fully. Her breasts were rather small, but very firm and pert. Her tit filled my hand nicely, and I felt the stiffness of her bra and the underlying softness of her breast under my hand. I squeezed and she moaned in my mouth, screwing her body tighter against my hand and her lips and tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I squeezed her tit as I might a firm, rubber ball. I tightened my fingers around its softness and squeezed in and out with my fingers. I enjoyed feeling the flesh swell and shrink under my touch. I pressed Patti's tit down against her with my hand, and began to rotate it as I crushed it down against her. I moved my hand with a circular motion as I moved my lips against hers. Both our bodies were geared to the same sensual pitch of pleasure; everything was coordinated.
I broke my lips away from hers, and slid my face down into the valley of her neck. Her head tilted slightly to accommodate my face. She stretched her neck, allowing it to grow long and white. Her hair fell slowly away from her neck, revealing her ear.
My lips touched her neck. My lips were open and I sucked her flesh up into my mouth. I touched her with the tip of my tongue, trailing it up and down the flesh that was already in my mouth. I slid my face up and down the length of her neck, wetting it with my tongue and lips, kissing Patti and biting her with my teeth. I touched the edge of her ear with a wet flick of my tongue and she moaned again.
"I love you," I whispered into her ear. I punctuated the words by stabbing my tongue into her ear, and I felt her body shudder under me.
"I love you Patti," I repeated, kissing, licking and talking, saying the words thickly and softly, the way she wanted to hear them.
The words were magic. Patti turned her face back towards me and began to kiss me again. This time her lips were open and wet, and she crushed her mouth against mine with a passion that had not been present before. Her tongue lashed against mine with sexual intentions, and I could feel the edge of her teeth under the fleshy cushion of her lips.
I moved my hand down from her breast, sliding it slowly across her stomach, pressing down with the tips of my fingers. I moved slowly and she enjoyed the delay of pleasure, and the anticipation of what was going to happen to her when my hand stopped moving. She hunched her hips upward, trying to slide my hand further down her body. She tried to bring her body to me rather than wait for my body to come to her.
My fingers curved over the edge of her cunt, and she pressed the soft mound up against my fingers. Her thighs were open slightly, and I felt the pleasurable firmness of her cunt under my fingers. I rubbed the palm of my hand against the under edge of her cunt, against where her clitoris was.
She responded by hunching her cunt up against my hand and grinding if. I pressed down hard with the flat of my hand, and ran it up and down between her legs. She pressed her heels into the mattress and stiffened her thighs, parting them even more. I began to grind the flat of my palm into the center of her cunt, rotating it against her clit with the broad part of my hand.
Patti moved this time. She reached across her body and touched my cock. She tightened her fingers around it and began to rub hard. Then she pressed her fingers down and stroked it with the flat of her palm.
She was wearing a black and white zebra-striped dress that buttoned down the front. I suspect that she purposely wore this dress, anticipating what would happen. My fingers fumbled with the large white buttons, and I tried to undo them as casually as possible without breaking the mood. I undid the buttons and the material fell away. Her thin, well-formed thighs appeared.
I slipped my hand down between her thighs, rubbing them with my fingers while I trailed my hand up and down their length. I rested my hand on her left thigh, and tickled the right with my moving hand. Slowly I slid myself up until I was near the curve of her cunt. I squeezed the muscle of her thigh with my fingers, and barely brushed the side of my hand against her cunt. "Oooohhh!" Patti moaned.
I pressed the side of my hand against her cunt. Her panties were wet, and I could feel the crunch of hair moving under the sheer material. Wetness greeted my hand as I slid it through the furrow of her cunt.
With my pinky, I hooked the leg-band of her panties as I-slid my hand up and down. I felt the flesh of her cunt and the crispness of her cunt hair. They curled around my finger like brittle vines. I could feel the wetness of her cunt with my finger as I moved it closer to the flap of her lips. My finger passed over her swollen clitoris, and Patti moaned once more.
I had just inserted my pinky into the wetness between the lips. I could feel the rubbery slickness and heat of her body against my finger. I started to inch myself up, inside her flowing channel when my progress was suddenly halted.
The telephone rang.
"Don't answer it," Patti said. "Let it ring."
I tried to ignore it, but it continued to ring. I had taken the jack of the bedroom extension out when we had come into the bedroom, but I had forgotten the other telephone.
The telephone continued to ring, and I tried to shut it from my mind. I plunged my pinky up into Patti's cunt. I felt the wetness of her body against me. Her cunt was very hot and I knew she was excited. Nevertheless, I felt her body stiffen as I entered her. I knew it was the telephone. It had shattered the mood.
"You'd better answer it," Patti said. She pulled her knees up, and my finger popped out of her cunt. "It's probably Fred," she added.
I laughed. Fred was a friend of ours from before we were married. Whenever Patti and I had gotten a chance to make love, invariably when we were right in the middle of it, the telephone would ring, and it would always be Fred. He had an uncanny knack for calling at the wrong moment. That had been a very long time ago, and we hadn't seen Fred for years. "Hello!" I said., "Hello yourself!" the telephone answered.
I recognized the voice. It was Iris.
I looked across at Patti. She had followed me into the hall to the telephone. A momentary panic set in.
'Who is it?" Patti asked. She was lighting a cigarette, only half paying attention.
I covered over the receiver. "Just someone," I said. "A friend."
Patti looked at me oddly. "A friend?"
Even through the muffled thickness of my hand, I could hear Iris's voice. I couldn't hear the words, but she seemed to be shouting.
"Just a moment," I said to Patti.
I turned back to the telephone. "I can't talk now," I said. "I have company ... my wife is with me..."
"So what!" Iris said. "Put her on. Let her hear this."
"I don't think-"
"Would you like me to wait in the bedroom?" Patti asked. She seemed hurt rather than mad. "No," I said. "I'll just hang up." Patti turned her eyes away.
"Look," I said to Iris. "I really can't talk now. I'll get in touch with you..."
"I have a dog!" Iris said. "And guess what he's going to do to me..."
"I really can't talk now..."
"Okay!" Iris said cheerfully. "Suit yourself. I'll just call someone else ... I thought you'd be interested ... .you know ... the dog and all."
"I appreciate your concern," I heard myself say. I was looking at Patti. "Some other time..."
"Sure," Iris said. I heard a dog bark. "You have my number. Keep in touch."
I hung up the telephone.
Patti turned and slowly walked into the bedroom, leaving a blue trail of cigarette smoke behind her.
I lifted the receiver again and listened. I got a dial tone.
"Good," I said to myself, my eyes following Patti as she walked. I lay the receiver on the table next to the phone, off the hook. I could hear the buzz of the dial tone all the way back into the bedroom.
Patti was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and smoking her cigarette. Her hair was mussed, and her dress was twisted sideways. The mood was totally shattered.
"I'm sorry," I said to her. I wanted to move closer but I was unsure of how she would react to it.
"Was that about your ad?" she asked.
I considered lying to her.
"Yes," I confessed.
"A woman?"
I nodded.
"Is she pretty?"
"I don't know," I said. "I've never seen her." Patti looked at me.
"It's true," I said. "I've never seen her."
"She seemed to know you," Patti said. Oddly, she didn't sound hurt; only curious.
"I've talked with her a few times," I said. "Iris is a very strange woman . . , . "
"In what way?" Patti asked. She seemed to be warming to the conversation.
"She-likes to do it over the telephone," I explained. "She's a telephonic voyeur; a telephonic exhibitionist."
"What does she do?" Patti asked. She had forgotten her cigarette, and a fine long gray ash was building at the end of her cigarette.
"Mostly talk dirty," I said. "She calls up men and masturbates while she talks to them."
"Really?"
"Once she called me while she was being screwed. I heard everything. Her panting, groaning. She gave me a very graphic description."
"And she told you?"
"Yes," I said. "She described it in detail. When he was going down on her, when he was fucking her, even when he came inside of her."
Patti's eyes were incredulous.
"It's true!" I said. "Really. Iris is a very strange woman."
The faintest flush of redness seemed to color Patti's cheek.
"Did you do it with her?" she asked. "Over the telephone, I mean?"
I considered my answer for a moment. "Yes," I finally said. "I did."
"What did you do, though?" she asked. Her eyes were bright, and she seemed suddenly animated.
"I jerked off," I confessed.
"Was it good?"
"Yeah. I guess. It was all right."
Patti was staring at me. I noticed that her legs were open slightly; open more than they had been a while before.
"What did she want this time?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I said, laughing. "She said something about a dog-"
"A dog?! " Patti said. "What do you mean a dog."
"She had a dog with her."
"Did she say what she was going to do with the dog?"
"No. But I think it's pretty obvious."
"You mean ... sex with the dog?" she asked. "She's going to make love ... fuck with the dog?"
I didn't answer because Patti really wasn't asking me a question. She was talking more to herself than to me. I noticed that the blush of color had spread across both her cheeks, like a flush of passion. Her legs were open widely now, and her dress was pulled up to the middle of her thighs. I could see the whiteness of her panties.
"Are they all like that?" she asked. "All the women?"
"No," I said, slowly. I was looking at the ash on her forgotten cigarette. It was bending precariously.
"Tell me about them," Patti said. The ash fell from the tip of her cigarette and landed noiselessly on the bedroom rug. "Tell me about them," she repeated. "Please, Allen."
I stared at her. This was strange; a side of Patti I had never seen before.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked.
"It's exciting," she admitted. "It's stimulating me more than anything I can remember."
"Do you really want me to?" I asked.
"Yes, Allen. Please."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
I leaned against the bureau. She stared up at me with wide, passion filled eyes. I told her about Gail
Bowman and her friend Sandi. Patti stopped me when I passed too lightly over certain points. She made me repeat them in great detail. My words seemed to excite her to a degree I never knew existed.
"Was it good?" she asked. "Fucking one and sucking the other?" The words sounded strange in her mouth; oddly out of character. Not that Patti was a prude; she wasn't. But I've never seen her so sexually involved.
"Yes," I said. Her excitement was contagious, and I felt my hard-on through my pants. Patti saw my caress with her wide, passionate eyes.
"Sit here next to me," she said, She seemed to be directing her words to my cock.
I sat by her on the bed. She opened my zipper and took my cock out. She caressed it boldly with her fingers. Her earlier mood of love and romanticism was replaced by this strange, raw passion.
"How did it feel?" she asked. "To be inside another cunt? Was it bigger than mine? Wetter? Better?"
"It feels mostly the same," I answered honestly. I don't think it was the answer she wanted.
"You mean one cunt's just like another?" she said. "Oh, I don't believe that. I'm certain one cock won't feel the same as any other cock."
I looked at her.
She either ignored my look or was unaware of it. She continued to talk, oblivious to my presence. "I wonder how it would feel? Another cock? A bigger one or a smaller one?"
I didn't know what to say. I know Patti had been a virgin when we married, and I doubted whether she had done any fooling around since our marriage. Mine had been the only cock that had ever fucked her. Her interest was strangely disconcerting to my ego.
"Tell me about the others," she said. Her hand moved up and down my cock, jerking me off.
I considered her request for a moment, then carefully chose one from all the others. Purposefully, I eliminated Ellen Marshall from my selection. I was afraid, somehow, to tell her about Ellen Marshall. Afraid more for her than for me.
Instead, I told her of Kenneth Hill and his wife Yvonne. I told her about the film, and about Kenneth Hill's sexual pleasure at seeing his wife screwed.
"Did he touch you?" Patti asked. She had one hand in her panties and I could see her finger going in and out of her cunt.
"No," I said. The idea repulsed me.
"Too bad," she said, somewhat distracted. Her eyes went suddenly distant, and she stopped moving her hand on my cock. She seemed to be thinking of something.
"Too bad," she repeated.
She seemed to come back to me. "Tell me some more," she said. "While you're fucking me!"
I stared at her. Her passion was real, and I felt a sickening, threatening heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I had never seen Patti like this, and I couldn't adjust to the intensity of her excitement. It was as though I had never known her, in all the years we had been married. Was this the real Patti Dawson? The one hidden for so many years under the thin veneer of socialization?
She stood up and unbuttoned the dress and flung it onto her dressing table. Her body was fairly slim, but attractive. She wore a bra and a pair of panties. She pulled the bra down, unsnapped it, and threw it with her dress. Then she pulled her panties down her long legs, and stepped out of them.
I stared at her cunt as though I had never seen it before. It was average in size, covered with a moderately thick growth of hair. Her hair was blonde-brown in color, and very curly. Patti had narrow, boyish like hips that made her cunt seem in the center of her body.
"Get undressed!" she urged. She took her panties in her hand and wiped her cunt with them. I've seen her do that before. It was a sign that she was very excited, and her cunt was flowing heavily.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pants. As I was pulling my undershirt over my head, Patti dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. Her mouth felt hot and wet against me, and I grasped her head and pressed her face into me. There's one thing about Patti that was good and that was her mouth. She had a wonderful mouth.
So had Ellen Marshall, I thought. So had Ellen Marshall. I pushed Patti away.
"I can't take my pants down with you standing there," I said. My voice sounded self-conscious. "You're in the way."
"Sorry," she said. She seemed completely unaware of the strained quality of my voice.
She got up and went over to the bed and lay on the mattress, with her head on the pillow. She opened her legs and pulled them up. She pressed both of her hands against her cunt, and I could see that she had inserted a finger from each hand into the wet hole of her cunt.
"Hurry," Patti said, "and fuck me!" I watched as she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt.
I stepped out of my pants and undershorts. I touched my hard-on. Her excitement excited me: it was like fucking a strange, different woman. The Patti I had always known had been a reserved romantic, not a sex pot. Sex for her had always been an extension of love.
But this was different, and her passion was different. This was raw sexuality and nothing else. Patti didn't want to be made love to: she wanted to be fucked.
I advanced on the bed.
"No!" Patti said. "Not the bed. Fuck me there! I want to watch!"
I looked to where she was pointing. It was her dresser top, and she was staring at her naked reflection.
She grabbed a pillow and placed it on the dresser. Then she took her jewelry box and a few other things that had cluttered the dresser off and placed them on the bed. She slid the pillow down to the middle of the dresser and lifted herself on top of it.
"Get another pillow for my ass," she said, lying back on the polished walnut.
I stared at her. I'd never seen her passion at such an intense peak.
"Jesus!" she said. "It's cold!"
I handed her the pillow.
"Put it under my ass," she said. "That's it. Now let me slide down a little ... there ... so my ass is hanging off the edge ... good."
She was looking at herself in the mirror, at the close reflection of her body that followed her every move. She was holding her tits with both hands, squeezing them and playing with the nipples.
"Get between my legs now," she instructed.
I moved, almost in a daze towards her. She parted her legs and lifted them. Her cunt was on a direct level with my cock, and I moved close to her. I felt the tip of my cock touch her cunt.
"Put my legs a little higher," she said. She was looking at my cock enter her in the mirror. "So I can see."
I put her legs over my shoulders. Her cunt was upturned and parted. I pushed my cock inside of her, watching it sink into her. I could see her cunt lips closing around the shaft of my cock.
"Ohhh," Patti said. She watched me as I completed the insertion. "Is that what it looks like to fuck? Oh, god! It looks so big! It feels so good!"
I pushed myself in and out of her, watching my cock disappear then reappear as I pumped in and out. The closeness of her cunt, and the bizarreness of her mood and our strange fucking position all worked on my mind and body. Patti's cunt felt like molten lava: like a boiling pit of hot, sweltering sexuality. It felt good. Exciting. Better than I could ever remember it feeling.
"Tell me more," Patti said. "While I watch ... tell me more..."
I closed my eyes and pushed in and out. Wave after wave of softness and pleasure washed across my cock. I pushed effortlessly in and out of Patti.
"There was one woman," I said. I closed my eyes and stood on my toes, pushing my cock in and out of her. My rhythm was slow, undulating, controlled. It had to be: I was too close to cuming to allow it to be otherwise.
"There was this one woman," I said again. "Her name was Diane ... Diane Zim ... never mind ... just Diane."
"What did she look like?"
"Big girl ... blonde ... big breasts..."
Patti moaned. "More."
"Diane liked sex only when it was dangerous," I said. "The danger of being caught had to be there or it wouldn't be exciting..."
"How?" Patti asked.
"I took her for a drink and dinner," I said. "A nice place ... we had a table in the back ... It wasn't very dark ... but she ... Diane, offered to ... suck me off ... there and then ... at the table ... in the restaurant ... "
"Did she?" Patti gasped. My cock was sunk into her upturned cunt right down to the base. I could feel the crinkle of her cunt hair against my stomach. I withdrew and pushed in again.
"Yes," I answered. "She did ... she slid under the table ... took my cock in her mouth ... and sucked me off until I came. It was so strange ... exciting ... that I came right away ... in a few seconds..."
"In her mouth?" Patti asked. I felt her hand come down and touch my cock.
"Yes," I said. "She spit it out in a handkerchief ... then came back up and finished dinner ... as though nothing at all had happened..."
"Fuck me!" Patti said. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I did.
"Later," I continued, "at her apartment ... we made love together ... since I had already cum, she reasoned ... we could do it her way."
"What way," asked Patti "was her way?"
"Similar to this," I explained. I pushed my cock in and out of her cunt, feeling my balls thump into the edge of the dresser top.
"Only on the bed," I continued. "I was on my knees ... in between her legs ... she had her legs hooked behind my hips ... by my ass ... She pushed herself up and down on my cock ... asking me if I was ready to cum ... She kept on asking me that ... "
"Why?" she wanted to know. I could feel Patti's cunt tightening around my cock. She was close, I knew. Very, very close.
"I had to cum first," I said. "Before Diane could cum ... I had to cum first-"
"I'm going to cum..."Patti said.
I pushed in and out, remembering with my words and with my body. My eyes were still closed, and I had a pain in my back from straining to push in and out of Patti. But I was close to cuming.
"Remember," I said, feeling my orgasm ready to burst. "I told you Diane could only enjoy sex if it was dangerous ... well this was dangerous too ... in a way. She wasn't taking any pills ... no birth control devices ... "
"Yes, yes eeeyess!"
"She wanted me to pull out of her cunt as I came," I said. "Just before ... and cum all over her cunt ... "
"Do it to meeee!" Patti moaned. "I'm cuming!"
I felt her cunt clutching at my cock, like a pump on the end of my organ. I could feel the back wall of the canal, as the tip of my organ rubbed against it.
"I pulled my cock out," I said. "And I shot my sperm against her cunt ... "
I was one stroke away from my orgasm. I pushed in and then pulled out, all the way. I put the tip of my wet cock up against Patti's open, exposed cunt.
I began to cum.
"My come shot out of my cock," I said, remembering Diane with my eyes closed. "Shot out in spurts ... hot thick spurts of cum ... splashing against her cunt ... In her hair ... against her clit splashing on her fingers as she tried to hold my cock against her clit ... "
Patti was moaning, now, screaming and cuming. She put her hand down on my cock, and I felt my cum splashing against her body.
"I can feel it," Patti said. "I can feel it! ... Against my ... on my cunt ... Your cum ... your juice ... your sperm!"
I looked down at her with my eyes open. Her cunt was in the middle of a spasm, opening and closing like a fist. My sperm was covering her cunt like thick cream: blobs of sperm, matting in her hair, clinging and dripping across her cunt.
Then she moved. Moved her fingers. With a finger of each hand, she opened the lips of her cunt and exposed her clitoris. It was a small red bud in the middle of all that wetness.
"Cum on meeeee!" Patti said, exposing the clit for me.
I pressed my cock against it. The last of my sperm exploded and splashed against her clit. Hot, thick sperm, crashing, smashing, spurting, splashing against Patti's clit.
"OH GOD!" she screamed.
My back hurt and my legs began to give out. I leaned against the wall, and felt myself oozing down until I was sitting on the floor, next to the dresser.
I put my head back against the coolness of the wall and looked up.
Patti's legs were hanging down, over the edge of the dresser. From where I sat, I could see the round curve of her cunt. It was wet, and sperm dribbled down her legs.
For a long while I sat and watched, as the small rivers of cum dripped over the edge of the dresser and made a puddle on the floor. I couldn't believe it was Patti.
CHAPTER TEN
Somehow, Patti had talked me into doing it. I don't know how; her arguments were crazy and irrational. Yet the thought, the very idea was perversely exciting; exciting in a forbidden way. I think it was because she asked, because she wanted to do it, that I finally agreed. It was the new, different Patti. The sexual Patti.
After we had completed our fuck, Patti and I sat on the bed. She asked me to tell her about the rest of the women I had fucked. I read her my ad in Stud, and explained to her how you would go about placing an ad. The whole idea of sex ads turned her on in a way that I'd never seen before.
She asked me to tell her about all of my sexual adventures; even the ones I had before I knew her. Not just the names of the women, but the intimate details. Patti wanted to know how I fucked them; how it felt; whether they enjoyed it; whether they had an orgasm or not. She even asked me to tell her what color cunt hair they had.
All the while I talked, she sat there on the bed, with her legs crossed, absolutely naked, and she was masturbating herself slowly with two fingers With her other hand she was caressing my cock until she had reawakened my erection. I talked and she jerked both of us off.
We were talking about Kenneth Hill again, when she brought the subject up. "Are you sure he didn't touch you?" Patti asked. "No," I told her.
Her fingers worked in her crotch, and I heard the wet smacking noise of her cunt.
"Did you touch ... him?" she asked.
"No. Of course not," I said. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know," she said. She seemed distracted, yet her fingers worked methodically. "It's exciting, I guess."
"How?" I asked.
"You know," she said. "Two men ... making it together. Touching each other ... each other's cocks. Maybe sucking each other off. Or fucking each other up the ass ... It's exciting to think about it ... exciting to imagine it."
"No it's not," I said. I said the words in a practiced manner, the way all men put down anything the least bit sexual with another man. I was defending my masculinity.
"It's disgusting," I added after a moment.
"It's exciting," Patti insisted. "For me, at least."
"Well, not for me."
A strange stirring swelled in my loins. The thought was a disturbing one, yet I found myself reacting to it nonetheless. I tried to push the thought from my mind, and tried to attribute the reaction to Patti's hands. But I knew I was lying to myself.
"But I'd bet you would find two women together exciting," Patti said. "Wouldn't you?"
"Of course," I said. "But that's different-"
"No it's not!"
"How would you feel," I asked, "if I wanted to watch you make it with another woman? How would you feel about it then?"
She considered the idea for a moment, working her fingers in and out of her body, moving her fist up and down the length of my aroused cock.
"I think I'd enjoy it," she finally said.
I actually felt a surge of sexuality ripple down my cock at her admission.
"I think I'd enjoy sucking a woman's cunt," Patti said. Her voice was still filled with the same distracted quality, and for a moment I had the impression that she was actually doing it in her mind.
"Or having her suck mine," she continued. "Stick my tongue into her pussy ... lick her clit ... suck on her tits. ... yes ... I'm rather sure I would enjoy it."
"You would?" I asked. My cock was hard again, and I wanted to cum again. My mind was filled with all kinds of crazy sexual pictures of Patti with another woman ... even with another man. My cock and mind accepted it; only my masculinity was wary.
"Fix it up for me?" Patti asked. "Please, Allen ... get me a woman..."
"Sure," I said. My mouth was dry, and I was surprised at how softly the word slipped out. I was whispering.
"Then you!" Patti said; she too was whispering. "You and a man. I want to see a man sucking your cock!"
"But-"
"Please, Allen! Please! No one would know! Just me and you. I'd never tell ... I'd never think anything bad about you for doing it ... "
"Patti ... I.. ... "
Her hand was working feverishly against my cock.
"Please, Allen!" she pleaded. "Oh, God! The idea's going to drive me out of my mind it's so exciting! I'm going to cum just thinking about it!"
I looked at her cunt: she had two fingers buried inside her hole.
"Please," she said, squeezing my cock.
My mouth was dry. I was excited by the thought, yet repulsed at the same time. I'd never done anything with a man; I'd always been overly cautious-perhaps afraid-of anything like that. But why did I find it exciting? Forbidden, but exciting!
"You can cum in my mouth!" Patti said. "If you promise to do it for me, I'll let you cum in my mouth ... I'll even swallow it!"
"Christ!" I said. Patti's words smashed into me like hard, living things. I couldn't believe my ears. She was offering me the one thing that she would never do for me. She had always enjoyed sucking me off, but she had halted at my cuming in her mouth. It had always been the one freedom she had denied me. I had coaxed her, argued with her, pleaded with her for that sexual privilege, but she had never given in to me.
But now she was offering it to me! Allowing me to not only cum in her mouth, but offering to swallow my cum, my sperm, if I did what she wanted!
"I'll do it now!" Patti said. "Right now!"
She put her face down in my crotch and began to suck my cock.
"Say you'll do it," she said, pulling her face away, tempting me with her sample suck.
"All right," I agreed. "I'll do it."
The thought excited me and I was filled with the burning need to cum. The temptation of Patti's mouth was but a small part of my excitement, I knew. The repulsive fascination of what I had agreed to do, coupled with the strange, new sexual being that had become my wife Patti, had worked together to build my passion to such an intense peak that rationality no long entered my thoughts. All I knew was that it was exciting me, and I needed to cum; needed to cum right now!
"You promise!" Patti said. "You won't go back on your word?"
"No," I said. "No!"
My cock needed her mouth; it sought the wetness of her tongue and the depths of her throat. I Dulled her head towards my crotch and my erect cock. I pushed her face down upon my shaft, around my cock with her wet mouth.
"I'll do it," I said, feeling her lick at my passion. I could feel myself beginning to cum. "I'II do it!"
Yesterday, when I had been cuming, it had seemed like a good idea; an exciting idea. Now today, as I waited for what I had agreed to do, I could feel myself filling with self-doubt. My stomach felt uneasy, and there was a strange anxiety in my muscles.
The door bell rang, and I jumped.
"Get it, Allen!" Patti said from the bedroom. "I'm putting on my make-up!"
Shit! I thought. She had to arrange it so that I'd be alone with him. Why couldn't she be ready when he got here? Why did I have to be alone-
The door bell rang again.
"Coming!" I called out to the bell.
I hesitated a moment and then opened the door. Brian Bennett was standing there.
"Hello, Allen!" he said. His voice had that lush singing quality that one usually associated with a homosexual. "I'm so pleased to finally meet you!"
Wei shook hands, and I muttered something inane. His handshake was surprisingly firm.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
He stepped into the hallway, and I allowed my eyes to sweep rapidly across him. He was tall and thin, with fairly long blonde hair. He had blue eyes, and a sensitive, handsome face. If I hadn't known that he was gay, I might have mistaken him for an athlete. He looked somewhat like a Swedish skier or something. The only trace of femininity was a shoulder bag he had slung over his shoulder. But even that was questionable, and it looked more like an army issue ammunition pouch. The rest of his clothing was mod, with tight-fitting pants and an open shirt, revealing most of his chest. Several platinum hairs curled up from his chest.
"Not just yet," he said. "Maybe later."
He walked into the living room.
"What a lovely apartment," he said.
"Thank you," I muttered.
"Where is Patti?" he asked. He sat himself down in the couch and crossed his knees.
I hate people who use the first names of people they have never met. They seem so pushy. They just slide into a situation and begin calling everyone by his first name.
"She'll be with us in a moment," I said. I purposely didn't use Patti's name.
He smiled at me, and I think I asked him again whether he wanted a drink.
"You know, Allen," Brian said, "I didn't think you were ever going to call me after that first time I answered your ad."
"Really?" I said. I sat in a chair across from the couch. "Why not?"
"You didn't sound like the type who might be interested in this kind of sex. You sounded pretty straight, if you know what I mean. I guess I was wrong about you."
"Actually," I said, "this whole thing is Patti's idea."
"That's not unusual," he said. "You would be surprised at the number of women who are responsible for things like this. Even if it is the man who wants it to occur, it's usually the woman who initiates it."
He stared at me, smiling, and I began to grow uncomfortable.
"This is Patti's thing," I said, defending myself. "Not mine. Remember that."
He smiled, showing his teeth. "I understand, Allen."
Patti walked in.
Ceremoniously, I stood, and so did Brian. "This is Patti," I said. "My wife."
Patti was wearing a sleeveless, scooped-neck blouse and a mini skirt. I could see her nipples through the material of the blouse, so I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The idea stimulated me, for I saw that Brian also noticed it. He was staring at her chest.
"So nice to meet you," he said. "You're very attractive."
"Thank you," she said. Then: "So are you."
Patti had a smile on her face, and I know she was pleased by Brian. We sat down again, Brian on the couch, me in my chair, across from the couch, and Patti in the other chair, on the other side of the couch. The three of us literally formed an odd triangle.
"What were you talking about?" Patti asked. Her voice was extra high and thin. It got that way when she was excited.
"About sex," Brian said.
"Oh, really," she said. "How nice. What did I miss?"
She crossed her legs, and I saw a sudden flash of color as her thighs closed. Her skirt was rather high, and from where Brian was sitting, I knew he had a clear view of her crotch.
"Well, well!" Brian said, ignoring the question. "Look what we have here!"
"What?" Patti asked, but she understood what Brian meant. She was blushing.
"I see your pussy," Brian said. He pointed between Patti's legs. "I see your pussy."
I stared at Patti.
"Well," she said, still embarrassed, but equally excited, "I thought it was sort of silly to wear panties. I mean, it would be such a waste of time."
Patti lifted her skirt with both hands, exposing her cunt. She uncrossed her thighs, and spread them widely apart. Her cunt lips were wet and open.
"Now you can see, too," she said to me.
The sight gave me a hard-on. I found myself disturbed and excited by her exhibition.
"But I can't see yours," Patti said. "Show us yours."
I was receiving shock after shock from Patti, but each one made me feel more disturbed and more excited as each moment went on. How far would she go?
"Only if you come over here and sit next to me," Brian said, patting the cushion of the couch.
"All right!" Patti said. She flounced across the room and sat down next to Brian. She was giggling self-consciously as she sat there, but she seemed possessed by some deep, burning desire for raw sexuality.
She put her hand in his lap and touched his cock. I could see it swell to life across the tightness of his pants.
"My god!" she said. "That's big." Then, looking across at me: "I hope you don't mind, Allen? Do you?"
"No," I lied.
"Come and sit here!" she said to me. "Next to me."
I sat down next to her. She was between the two of us: Brian on her right and me on her left. She picked up her other hand and placed it on my cock. Now she had a hand on both of us. She squeezed my cock through my pants.
"My god! This is erotic!" Patti said. She stiffened her legs in front of her.
I tried not to look at her hand on Brian's crotch, but my eyes were drawn to it. I watched her fingers open and circle, pull and caress at him. His cock looked like a log under his pants.
"I might enjoy this more," Brian said, "if Allen were in the middle."
"Not just yet," Patti said. "Me first, and then you can have him."
I watched with widening eyes, as Patti's fingers opened the zipper on Brian's pants. Her hand was trembling and my mouth was dry. She had to take her hand from my cock to pull the zipper all the way down. In her excitement over touching Brian, she forgot to replace her hand on me. She was using both of her hands on him.
He was wearing a pair of bright red bikini briefs. I could see the top of cock sticking from the top of the underwear. It was swollen and thick, bright pink in color, and enormous in size. Patti's small hand grasped the shaft, and she pulled him completely from his shorts until his full erection was poking from his open zipper.
"Oh," she said when she saw the fullness of his organ. The simple word was rich in meaning.
His size fascinated me. I'd never seen a man so large before. He was so big, he seemed unreal. He looked double my size, even though he was only an inch or two bigger.
Without hesitation, I watched as Patti bent down and placed the tip of that mighty cock in her mouth. She held the shaft of his cock with both hands, as a child might hold a lollipop, and she nibbled with her lips and tongue against the flesh of his cock. She had to stretch her lips to take in his width. His cock looked strangely blunted buried in the open wetness of her mouth.
"Easy, easy," Brian said. "Not too quick! Not so hard! Don't bite!"
He seemed nervous; frightened perhaps. He looked over at me and managed to smile weakly, giving me the impression that he was suffering more than he was enjoying the experience.
"Join us, please," Brian said, looking at me.
For a moment I was immobile: fixed by the scene I was witnessing. My wife-Patti!-was actually sucking his cock!
I felt Patti's hand reaching back, fumbling against me. She was seeking my cock. She wanted to touch my cock while she had his in her mouth. I directed her fingers to my zipper. My breath hurt in my chest as I watched her hand pull the zipper down and release my organ.
"Ooohh!" Patti moaned as she touched me.
I watched her face slide along the shaft as she tried to swallow his thickness. The excitement of touching two men so intimately was driving her out of her mind with passion.
"Let me do you!" Brian urged, looking at me.
Patti pulled on my cock, pulling me around towards Brian. She wanted me to let him suck me. I hesitated, not knowing how to react. Deep down, inside, I wanted to let him do it, but I felt inhibited by Patti's presence.
She pulled at my cock again, and buried her face down as far as she could go on his cock. About one-half was still outside her greedy, sucking lips.
I stood. My knees were weak and my head was spinning around wildly. I wanted to run, to escape, but my body moved forward towards Brian. I watched his eyes become misty as I neared him. His mouth was open slightly, and he was running his tongue rapidly around the inside of his lips.
I felt his hand reach up and touch me; touch my cock. His fingers went around the shaft of my organ. His fingers tightened, and I felt the grip of his hand against me. His touch was soft and gentle, yet it bore the firmness and sureness that no woman's hand had ever had against me. His fingers opened and closed against my flesh, and he began to move his fist up and down the length of my cock.
I saw Patti looking up at me from the side of her eye. Her face was still pressed against Brian's cock, but she was looking up at me.
She moaned again, then slid her legs up until she was kneeling on the couch, bending over Brian and sucking his cock. I watched as she leaned against the back of the couch for support. Then, lifting one hand from his cock, she buried it in her cunt, under her skirt. Her hand twirled rapidly against herself, as she held herself up with one hand and her knees, sucking on Brian's cock, and watching him touch mine.
His fingers reminded me of my own, yet they were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting. His hand moved with familiarity and confidence, with the intimate knowledge no woman could possess. A knowledge that comes with practice in performing the act upon yourself: something no woman could ever know.
I found myself responding to him, as I might respond to my own hand, if I were masturbating myself. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my own hand. I began to relax and enjoy his caress.
Something changed. A shift of weight; a movement. Suddenly I felt something else against my cock: a wetness. A hot, soft, moving wetness.
I opened my eyes and looked down. My cock was in Brian's mouth.
"Jesus," I moaned. His mouth felt so wet, so hot! I pushed my cock in until the base of my stomach was crushed against his mouth. My whole cock was in his mouth!
Then Patti moaned. Her eyes were open wide, and she was straining her neck to see. She didn't want to relinquish her hold on his cock, and she didn't want to miss his sucking on me. She was torn between two pleasures.
I began to push myself in and out of Brian's mouth. I felt as though his mouth were a cunt: a liquid, molten, wet cunt that was sucking and licking against my cock as no cunt ... as no mouth ... had done ever before. I found myself enjoying it, and I pushed in and out of his mouth in a building pleasurable tempo.
Torn too long, Patti finally relaxed her hold on Brian's cock. It plopped from her mouth, glistening wet and it stood erect against his belly like a steel spring. The blondeness of his pubic hair made the flesh of his cock seem almost red.
Patti slumped against the couch, sitting back on her haunches, with her hand pressed between her legs. Her skirt was thrown back, over her hips, and her whole underside was exposed. Her fingers were working in the forest of her cunt, and her mouth hung loose from the swollen impression of Brian's cock. Her eyes were wide and bulging, and she stared at my cock buried deep inside of Brian's open mouth.
Without wanting to, I grabbed Brian's head. I dug my fingers into his long blonde hair, and I pulled his face against me. His head followed my motion, and he began to slide himself up and down the shaft of my cock. His mouth was wonderful, and I remembered what he had said over the telephone the first time I had spoken to him: gays were orally oriented!
She was moving her fingers so quickly against herself that her wet fingers kept slipping off her clitoris. She began to rub herself with her whole hand, and then with her wrist.
Brian, in the meantime, was opening his pants and pulling them down his thighs. He got them about halfway down, and the thickness of his muscles halted his progress. The tightness of his pants and the elastic redness of his briefs were stretched across his thighs like a thin line of cloth: a prison of nylon and silk. His rod stood up from his crotch like something mean and powerful; like a magnet, drawing my hand towards it ...
"Sixty-nine!" Patti said. "Sixty-nine!"
Brian slipped from the couch to the rug, his mouth taking me down with him. I felt the pressure of his lips and tongue, and my legs melted into the rug. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself inverted on the rug, pressed up against Brian.
I felt a pressure against the back of my head. It was Patti's hand, pushing me toward Brian's cock. I resisted the pressure, but I found my face moving closer to him. My mouth opened.
Something hard pushed past my lips; something hard and thick. Past my lips, past my teeth, into my mouth. It was Brian's cock.
I nearly gagged. I felt as though I was going to vomit. But I opened my mouth and tasted him. His body smelled of sex, and his cock had a coppery, salty taste. It felt like rubber, only warm, alive rubber. I began to move my head up and down, swallowing the shaft of his cock.
My tongue was pressed down under the thickness of his shaft, and I felt the tip of his organ pressed near the back of my throat. His balls were swinging, and I felt them bang into my chin.
I felt a hand moving near my face, and then another on my cock. It was Patti's hand, I realized. She had wrapped one hand around Brian's cock as it slid into my mouth, and she had wrapped her other hand around my cock, as it was sliding in and out of Brian's mouth. She had joined both our bodies in a single, sexual link.
Brian began to move his mouth, twisting it around, permitting my cock to swivel like a screw in a wide shaft. As he did, he began to move his own cock. I felt it slide into my mouth, pressed back into my throat. I began to gag on his length, although judging from Patti's pumping hand, less than half was in my mouth.
I broke away, gasping for breath, feeling a wave of shame and passion run down my body in a shuddering wash of emotion. I pulled my cock from Brian's grasping mouth.
"No," I said. "No more."
But Patti didn't accept my limits: she wanted more. Much more.
"Fuck me," she said to Brian. "Please!"
He looked at me. His face was creased with passion and revulsion. He weighed her request.
"All right," he agreed. "Just once."
He was on his back already, and Patti pushed his knees down so he was flat on the rug. Then she lowered her body upon his rigid, giant shaft. She moaned as it sank into the wet depths of her cunt.
Their fuck looked strangely obscene to me. I was looking up between Brian's legs, and Patti straddled them, and lowered herself upon the rigidity of his cock. I watched as his cock opened the lips of her cunt and separated the wetness of her red hole. The cock seemed to slide into Patti slowly, almost unrealistically. She pushed herself down and wriggled her hips, but the organ only went so far into her and would go no further. About one half of Brian's cock was enclosed in the wet, blonde flap of Patti's cunt.
I began to jerk off as I looked at it: I didn't want to but I couldn't prevent myself from doing so. It was as though I were two persons: torn between guilt and total abandoned sexuality.
"Stop!" Patti yelled. "I'll cum if you don't!"
But she made no attempt to stop; instead, she wriggled her hips more, and tried to screw her cunt further down on Brian's cock.
It was Brian, finally, who dislodged her. He jack-knifed his knees suddenly, and lifted her off. Patti tumbled onto me in a sweaty, sex-reeking bundle.
"Fuck him for me!" she said to me. Her eyes were crazy with lust. She seemed to be pleading for herself more than me; she wanted me to do what she was prevented from doing.
"No," I said. I couldn't. My mind was so tossed and confused, I couldn't think clearly.
"Please," she said, and she bent down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, drawing my organ well into her mouth. She was sucking desperately.
"All right!" I said. I pushed her face away from my cock. I didn't want her mouth there any longer.
I stood on my knees, my pants still on, and my cock stuck from my open zipper. Brian saw it, and twisted around until I saw his ass in front of me. He slid back towards it on his knees until I felt the warmth of his ass cushioned around my hard-on.
"Let me wet it first!" Patti said. She bent down and pushed Brian forward just enough to put my cock in her mouth again. It looked strange, seeing Patti's face against the background of Brian Bennett's ass. She slurped once or twice down my cock, then pulled her face away. Then she turned towards Brian, opened the cheeks of his ass with her fingers, and applied her tongue to his anus. I saw her sink her tongue into the tight band of his ass: it slithered wetly up inside of him, and he shuddered.
I felt a hand against my cock: Brian's hand. He was drawing me closer to his ass. I moved, following almost involuntarily, as though I were in a sexual trance. I wasn't even sure I wanted to follow. All I knew was that I was excited: stimulated beyond any point I can remember ever having been.
I felt something wet and soft around the tip of my cock; something rubbery. It was different from a cunt in that it wasn't as wet. But it was soft and easy, and I penetrated Brian Bennett's ass smoothly. I felt my cock slide up into him, into the heat of his body. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a cunt, but it was different. It was good, though, and I began to pump myself in and out of him.
Then Brian tightened his buttocks, and I felt a crushing pressure around the shaft of my cock. Brian's muscles were like steel, and his ass squeezed down upon me until the pleasure was almost painful. I tried to push deeper into him, push past the hard, holding grip of his anal canal, but the passage way was so tight, so constricted, that I couldn't move.
I think I moaned. I know I did because Patti reacted to it and echoed it with her own moan. She moved around in front of Brian and lowered her face near his cock. I could see her lips open around his gigantic shaft as I watched over Brian's shoulder. I watched Patti move her mouth down his cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding Brian's balls in the cupped hollow of her hands.
Brian loosened the muscles of his ass, and I slid my cock forward, deeply into his ass. I watched Patti over his shoulder and I sunk myself into him. Her lips were pulled around his cock, and saliva was dribbling down her chin. She moved her face up and down the shaft, swallowing half of it and leaving the other half outside of her lips, untasted.
The passageway of Brian's ass felt soft and mushy: oily almost. I could feel no ridges or firmness: rather it was like a very wide, soft, unwet cunt. The only time I felt any friction was when he tightened his muscles and constricted the passage way. When he did that, however, it made up for the other times.
He used his ass like a hand: pumping and pulling, tightening and loosening, bringing me closer and closer-to my orgasm. I had my hands on his hips, and I pulled him back into me, then pushed him back, and away, using his body, his ass, for my own pleasure.
My orgasm began to grow in wave after wave of swelling pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening, and the washes of sex run up and down the thickness of my cock. I tensed my muscles, and screwed down with my organ, trying to prevent the explosion. Brian tightened his ass, and I felt the sudden, powerful crush of tightness around my cock. I lifted my body, pulling his ass upward with me, tightening even further the pressure against me. I closed my eyes and began to thrust into him. My cock slid forward, and I began to cum.
"He's cuming!" Brian announced. "Oh, God! I can feel it ... like an enema in my ass!"
He crushed himself around my cuming cock. It felt as though I were holding back my orgasm. My sperm squeezed from my cock, spitting out hotly and under pressure. The orgasm was intense and long. My cock began to shudder inside of his ass.
"I'm cuming!" Brian said. "Oh, Allen, I'm cuming!"
I looked over his shoulder. He thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in Patti's mouth. He put both his hands behind her head, and pulled her mouth down upon his cock. I watched as Patti opened her eyes wide, and the color drained from her face. Her cheeks puffed up, and Brian's cock looked obscene, pressed into her mouth.
In the middle of my orgasm, I don't know why, but I reached one hand around Brian's hip, where I was holding him, and grabbed his cuming cock. I felt his thick organ twitch under my finger. I could feel it pumping, and I could feel the surge of sperm moving thickly down the shaft. I wrapped my hand around him, and pushed myself up inside of him in a single motion. My cock was buried in him to the hilt, and I could feel my balls banging into his.
As he was cuming, I began to jerk Brian off. I slid my hand down the shaft of his cock until my fingers were stopped by Patti's lips, still wrapped around the top end of his shaft. His cock was wet and hot, slimy with the combined juice of her mouth and cunt, and my hand slid down easily. I could feel him cuming under my finger, as the thick veins throbbed with his sperm-sperm that he was emptying into Patti's mouth.
I could feel Patti's open lips against my hand. Her mouth was hot and open. I squeezed his cock, and felt something hot and thick ooze out from between Patti's lips. It was Brian's sperm, I realized: pumping into Patti's mouth, and overflowing until it dribbled out against my hand.
I hunched up once again, and deposited the final spurt of cum into his ass. His muscles squeezed together, but instead of imprisoning me, the new pressure, applied to my wet, slippery cock, made it pop out, and I was free of Brian's ass.
I fell backward on my knees into the couch. Brian fell forward, into Patti, disengaging his cpck from her mouth as he fell. Patti fell backward, then twisted to her side, resting against the couch also, but two feet further down from me. Brian was lying on top of her, with his giant cock still rigid and enormous, pressed against her breast, depositing a puddle of sperm against the material of her blouse. Patti's skirt was up and her legs were spread wide. Her cunt was wet, and I knew she had experienced a monumental orgasm. Brian's sperm dribbled down her chin.
My god! I thought, exhausted. I couldn't believe what had happened. We hadn't even gotten undressed or into the bedroom yet!
I wondered how it would be when we did.
Thanks to Patti, I didn't have long to wonder.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What's the matter, honey?" Patti asked. "You're so quiet."
"Nothing," I said. I parked the car and sat for a moment behind the wheel.
"Something is bothering you," she said. I could tell that she was genuinely concerned. She reached across the front seat and put her hand in my hair. Her touch was soft, gentle.
"We can go home if you want," she said. "We don't have to go through with it."
I looked at her. "It's not that," I said.
"What then?"
That was just it: I didn't know what was bothering me. Perhaps I did want to go home. Even since last week when we had spent the night with Brian Bennett I found it difficult to know just what it was I wanted.
Perhaps it was Patti, I thought. She's changed. "Is it me?" she asked, sensing my thoughts. "No," I lied.
"I know I've changed," she said. "But I thought you wanted a wife like me ... uninhibited and sexually free."
"I'm glad for the change," I said. "You're perfect.
A perfect wife. You enjoy sex and you have none of the guilt that screws up so many marriages..."
She rubbed the side of my face. "What is it then?"
I didn't answer right away. I kept seeing her and Brian Bennett on the bed. She was sucking him and I was fucking her doggie-fashion. Then the image altered, and I remembered Brian sucking on the shaft of my cock as I fucked myself in and out of Patti's cunt.
"I'm tired, I guess," I said after a moment, Patti smiled at me. "I love you," she said. "Remember that."
That, I think, is what has changed. Patti could never separate sex and love before. Now she could. She could love me ... love me sincerely ... but still enjoy sex with Brian Bennett. It was as though Patti had grown up suddenly.
Why should that threaten me? I wondered. That was it. I sensed a threat in her change. Was I afraid of losing her? Was that it? Was I afraid that she was going to grow up and away from me?
It was crazy, I thought. Two weeks ago I didn't care about her. We were separated, and I had my sex ads to fill my life. What had changed all of that?
"What are you thinking about?" Patti asked.
I smiled at her. "Nothing."
"Shall we go in?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "That's what we're here for."
We locked the car and walked up the driveway to the house. I double checked the address, and then lit a match and read the nameplate. It was the correct house.
I rang the bell.
"Hi!" the man answering the door said. "I'm Ted."
"I'm Allen Dawson," I said, shaking his hand.
"This is Patti, my wife."
He shook her hand too, and invited us into his house.
Ted Oliver was an extraordinarily handsome man. He was at least two inches over six feet, and he had a strong, handsome face. He had large brown eyes and dark brown hair, worn long, that hung onto his face in rich, full curls. His body was trim and'hard, and he seemed in good shape.
I noticed that Patti took all of this in too. We walked into the living room, and Patti didn't once take her eyes from Ted. A silly, girlish grin spread across her face. I expected her to start giggling at any moment.
As we entered the living room, I saw a woman sitting on the couch. I was immediately disappointed. She had long black hair, and a rather pretty face in a strange bloated way. But she was heavy; very heavy. I guessed that she was at least thirty, perhaps even forty pounds overweight.
"I'd like you to meet my wife, Barbara," said Ted as we entered the room.
Patti and I said hello.
She smiled at me, and her face lighted up. I decided that she was very pretty. She would have been beautiful if it hadn't been for her weight.
"Hello," she said. She had a soft, sexy voice. "So glad you could make it."
She was looking right at me. I smiled back at her and turned around to look at Patti, but she was still admiring Ted Oliver. She had the same grin on her face as before. This time, however, he was grinning back at her.
We all sat down and Ted provided us with the drinks. We talked casually for a while, breaking the ice, trying to create a mood without being too obvious.
I kept taking surreptitious looks across to Barbara Oliver. She had a plump, heavy figure. Her breasts were enormous, and hung down to her stomach. Her hips were wide and thick, and her thighs reminded me of tree trunks. As good-looking as her husband was, I was beginning to find her unappealing. There was something about her that turned me off.
"Why don't you come here and sit next to me," Barbara said. She smiled pleasantly at me. Something very sexy flickered in her large brown eyes.
"Sure," I said, trying not to be self-conscious. I walked across the room, and sat next to her on the couch. I could smell her perfume. It was light and subtle and very sexy.
"Your first time?" she asked.
"Patti's first time," I said. "Not mine."
"Your first time!" Ted said to Patti. "Well, I'll have to take special care of you."
Both Patti and he laughed. I tried to, but it came out more of a grunt.
"Don't worry," Barbara said to me. "I'll take care of you, too." She ran the tip of her tongue across her top lip.
"With new friends," Ted began, "Barb and I have found a pretty good way of breaking the ice. It's kind of silly, but it works pretty well."
I looked across at him. He was holding Patti's hand. "What's that?" I asked.
"Spin-the-Bottle," he said. "Now don't laugh. It works."
I looked at Barbara. She was still running her tongue across her lips. "I'm game," I said.
"Okay," Ted said. "First we'll shut the lights."
He got up and shut the hallway light first, then he returned to the living room and shut all but a lamp. He stopped at the bar and brought back an empty vodka bottle with him.
"Then we all sit on the rug," he continued. He helped Patti down. She sat on the rug next to him. She had her legs tucked under her, to the side, and she was sitting on her thighs.
I sat with my back to the couch. Barbara, I noticed, was sitting next to me, with her legs crossed. As she crossed them, I could see a flash of thigh flesh.
"Now," Ted continued. "All we do is spin the bottle," he held the bottle up, "and whomever it stops at, you have to kiss that person. If it points to someone of the same sex, you have the option of spinning again, or if you don't object, you can continue with each other. If you spin again, you must kiss whomever it stops at. Even your own wife or husband."
It didn't sound too exciting, I thought.
"Of course," Ted added, "the lights will be out. You can kiss for as long as you both want."
Ted reached up and switched off the lamp. The room grew immediately dark. I waited a moment or two for my eyes to readjust to the darkness, but they didn't. All I could see were two shadowy figures across from me. One of them was Ted, and the other was Patti. They seemed to be somewhat closer now that the light was shut.
"I'll spin first," Ted said.
I could smell Barbara's perfume, and I was very aware of her presence nearby.
I heard a spin of the bottle making a swishing noise against the rug. A moment .later the noise stopped, and Ted said: "Let's see ... who is it pointing to? ... Who is this?"
"It's me," Patti said.
"Good," said Ted. "Now don't mind us ... I'm sure you will think of something to do while you're waiting ... "
I strained my eyes, and watched the two shadows come together in the darkness. I tried to make out what they were doing, but I couldn't see anything. I heard the movement of clothing, and a faint rustling noise. I heard the wet noise of lips pressed against lips.
I turned towards Barbara, sensing her presence near me. She was on her knees, standing next to me. Her arms reached out, and lifted me until I was on my knees, with my body facing hers. I put my arms around her, and drew her warmth towards me.
Her mouth was open when I kissed her. Her tongue touched mine, and then pried open my mouth. Her kiss was soft and sensual, and I began to enjoy it almost immediately. Her lips were thick and full, and she ran her tongue around the inside of my mouth with the same licking slowness as she had run it across her own lips.
I saw her reason for being on her knees. She pressed her thighs against my crotch, pressing the fullness of her cunt against my growing erection. She began to hump herself against me, and I felt her open her thighs slightly so that the tip of my erection passed between her legs.
We kissed like that for another five minutes. During that time, I managed to put my hands on her tits, and I played with their large, doughy softness. I unhooked her bra, and she fell into my hands. Her nipples were like giant cherries in the middle of all that flesh. She touched my cock once, near the end of the kiss, and fondled it through my pants.
"Who's turn is it now?" I heard someone say. I pulled away from Barbara. It was Patti's voice.
"Your turn," Ted said. "You spin."
Patti fumbled in the dark for the bottle and then she spun it.
"I think I got you, Allen," she said. Apparently, she didn't realize that you were suppose to cheat in the dark.
We reached across the dark room and changed places. Patti's body fell next to mine, and we lay back on the rug. I began to kiss her. Her mouth was open, and her tongue lashed hotly against mine.
Her blouse was pulled from her skirt, and I slipped my hand up inside of it. Her bra was loose. I touched her breast. Her nipple was wet.
I placed my hand between her legs and ran it up under her skirt. Her panties were off, and I touched her cunt. I slipped my finger up inside of her. Her body was like molten fire, and her cunt dripped.
I pulled away from her lips. Her missing panties excited me.
"What did you do?" I asked Patti, whispering in her ear.
"Why?" she whispered back. "What did you do."
"Kissed mostly," I said. "A little feeling."
"That's all?"
"Yes," I answered. "What did you do?" She touched my cock. "You won't get mad?" she asked.
"Don't be silly," I said. "That's what we're here for. I just want to know."
"I went down on him," Patti confessed. She opened my zipper and took my cock out. She began to jerk me off.
"Did you fuck?" I asked.
"Not yet," she said. "Did you?"
"No." I put my hand down on my own cock. "Go down on me," I said.
She did, and I felt the wetness of her mouth all over my cock. She sunk her face to the base of my organ, and licked at the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. Since Brian Bennett, her technique had improved greatly. Patti had become a great cock sucker.
I was anxious to continue.
"It's my turn, I think," I said.
Patti pulled her lips away from my cock. I began to put it back in my pants.
"Leave it out," she whispered. "For her." I did, and I spun the bottle. It pointed to Ted. "I've got Barbara," I said.
I watched her hulking shadow lumber across the room towards me. She was on her knees, wobbling back and forth, until she was pressed up against me again. I opened my arms, and she slid in next to me. Her body was warm, and her mouth was open.
My naked cock pressed into her skirt. Her hand came down from my shoulder, and she placed it between our bodies. Her fingers tightened around my cock. She moaned with the contact.
"You're big," she whispered, still kissing me.
After Brian Bennett, that made me feel good. I pushed my hips forward, and allowed the entire length of my cock to slide through her fingers. She squeezed me as I pushed, and her thick, warm fingers made my cock tingle.
I began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, button by button. In a moment, her blouse was loose, and her tits hung out. I scooped them up in my hands, squeezing and pulling them. Her breasts were enormous, and I squashed them together. She moaned, and I tried to clamp my hands all over her tits, but their great size prevented me from doing so. So much of her flesh was left untouched.
I bent forward, and took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and hot, and she pressed my face into her chest. She lifted her left tit, and pressed it against the side of my face as I sucked on the right. I felt the tingle of the nipple slide across the ridges of my ear.
"Take off my blouse," Barbara said.
I slipped it from her shoulders, and she was naked to the waist. I bent back to kiss her, and she continued to fondle my cock.
"Oooohhhh!" someone said. It was Patti, and she was moaning in pleasure. I wondered what he was doing to her, I heard a pull of clothing, and an unmistakable grate of a zipper.
"Who's turn is it?" Patti asked. Apparently her moan was louder than she had expected, and she grew self-conscious.
"Mine," Barbara said. She spun the bottle.
"I've got Allen," she said.
Someone said good. I think it was Patti.
Barbara turned back towards me, still on her knees. I reached for her skirt and lifted it. I put my hand between her legs and touched her cunt. It was fat and full, and her panties were wet. I slipped my hand down them, and I touched a thick, heavy forest of cunt hair.
The lips separated, and I felt her clitoris. It was larger than any I've ever felt: it was like a huge lump of flesh; like a nipple from her tit. It was hard, rock hard. I put my finger on it, and pushed it back down into the flesh of her cunt. Barbara moaned.
I began to rotate her clitoris. I used two fingers, and
I pressed it heavily down. Her cunt was so wet, that I felt her discharge sopping against my hand. My finger made a squishing noise as I spun her clit. "Let me put it in," I said.
"Not yet," Barbara answered. "Put it on the outside."
She took my cock in her hand, and pulled down the front of her panties, exposing her cunt. She guided my cock in between her legs, just under her cunt. Then she let the panties go, and the elastic snapped back, imprisoning my cock against the wet underside of Barbara's cunt. The sensation was unique: I felt the silken sensuality of her panties pulling against the underside of my cock, and I felt the wet softness of her cunt's flesh against the top of my cock.
"Hump me," she said.
As I slid my cock in and out, between the lips other cunt, Barbara grabbed onto either side of the panties, and pulled them upward, pressing my cock even more tightly against her cunt. She pulled the panties so hard that I thought they would rip, and I felt my cock pressed into her cunt. I felt her whole cunt against the length of my cock. I felt the wet discharge from between her cunt lips dribble down against the shaft of my cock, wetting it and making it slippery with the juice of her sex.
I had my tongue buried in her mouth, and both my hands on her tits. We kissed like that for a while, mouths open, my hands screwing against her naked breasts as though they were headlights, my cock, sliding in and out of her panties, pressed up between the lips of her cunt.
Over her shoulder, I tried to discern the two shapes I saw on the floor. I couldn't make them out. One shape seemed to blend into the other. I heard a wet, slurping noise.
I was curious as to what they were doing. "It's my turn now," I said. I spun and I got Patti. "I've got you, hon," I said.
"Just a second," she said. A faint touch of panic touched her voice.
She came over to me and I kissed her. She was holding her skirt on with one hand. With the exception of the skirt, she was completely naked.
I loosened her hand, and the skirt fell down. I put my hand on her cunt, and shoved two fingers up inside of her. My fingers nearly fell into her, and I knew that her cunt had been well reamed out.
"Did you fuck her yet?" Patti asked.
"Not yet," I said.
"What are you waiting for?"
She spread her legs and I pushed a third finger up inside of her. I moved my hand as I would a cock, pushing in and out like a piston.
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
She hesitated a moment. "Yes."
The idea excited me. I pictured it in my mind.
"Is he big?" I wanted to know.
"Not as big as you," Patti confessed. "But he's good."
"Were you fucking just now?" I asked.
"Yes."
I pushed her back, and lowered my face to her cunt. I put my lips against her clitoris, and began to lick her with my tongue. I wet my three fingers with my own saliva, pushing my tongue up inside of her, and then sliding it up the valley between her lips, until I was licking at her clit. She began to shudder and moan, and I felt strangely close to an orgasm. All I kept on thinking about was that Ted Oliver's cock had been where my mouth now was. The thought excited me, and I licked feverishly at my wife's cunt. "Who's turn is it now?"
It was Ted's voice, and it held just the slightest trace of impatience. I could tell he wanted Patti; he could have his wife any night.
"It's my turn," Patti said. She was flat on her back and I was eating at her cunt with my mouth. I continued to lick at her as she sat up.
She got up on her hands and knees, searching for the bottle. I reached behind her, and grabbed her ass with my hands. I bent forward and began to lick at Patti's ass with my tongue. I felt her shudder as my tongue slid up and down the crack between her cunt and her ass-hole.
"Jesus!" Patti said as she spun the bottle. My tongue was in her ass, and she was on her hands and knees, bent over. I felt the slobber of her cunt against my face.
"I've got-" she began.
"Me!" said Ted. "You've got me!"
"That's right," she confessed. I watched her squirm across the dark room towards him. She bumped into Barbara who was returning to me. I heard the wet slap of naked flesh bang into each other, and the two women continued in their own paths.
Barbara was naked when I touched her. She had nothing at all on. She was still on her knees, and I touched her cunt. Her cunt was so wet and open that I think I could have put my whole hand up inside of her cunt.
She bent forward and started sucking my cock. Her mouth was hungry, and she swallowed the whole shaft. I fell sidewise on her, twisting my body until I had my face pressed into her cunt. She parted her thighs, and I buried my mouth in her cunt.
I could smell her cunt. It reeked of fucking and sucking. It was filled with the smell of sweat, and her cunt lips dripped with saliva. I pushed my tongue deeply into her body, and she wiggled her hips down until my tongue was fully extended inside of her box. Her cunt hair scratched against my chin, and my mouth was filled with loose fibers of detached hairs.
Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner: she sucked my cock up into her wetness until I felt she was going to pull it out by the roots. I felt her lips and her tongue and her teeth all at once, moving against the hardness of my erect cock. I felt her tongue slide down the opening of the hole, lick thirstily for any trace of moisture, and then finally nuzzle itself hotly against the thick bundle of nerve endings at the underside of my cock.
I pushed a finger into Barbara's ass-hole, and she returned the favor by shoving one of her finger's into my ass-hole. Her finger was fat and thick, and she pushed it violently up until I felt as though I had to shit. She began to twist her finger around like a corkscrew, and I felt my balls tightening, preparing to explode.
I pushed my mind back and away from cuming. It was too soon. I began to listen to the room, to Patti and Ted. I tried to turn in their direction, but I was locked in Barbara's thighs.
"Harder ... " I heard Patti say. "Harder!"
"Uuh! ... Uuh!" I heard Ted saying. "Uuh!"
With each grunt, I imagined a thrust forward with his cock into Patti's wet cunt. I heard a wet, moving sound, and a smacking kiss of flesh against flesh.
"All the way in!" Patti whispered. Her voice was urgent, and a trembled of excitement colored it. "Push it all the way in!"
"It is! "Ted said.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
I tried to lift my head, but the thickness of Barbara's thighs completely covered my head. I was pressed tightly into her cunt, and I had to pull my face back occasionally or I would have smothered. Each time I wriggled my tongue in her, Barbara would tighten her thighs around my neck, and I would feel my face squashed into the wet flap of her cunt.
"Let me get on top!" I heard Patti say.
There was a sound of movement, and a short sucking sound of cock wetly withdrawing from cunt. I heard a plop of flesh smack against the rug, and then a sound of flesh sliding into flesh.
"Oh, God!" Patti said. "It's in."
I listened to them fucking, excited by the idea and the wild images I imagined in my mind. I thought of Ted Oliver's cock going in and out, in and out, in and out ... of Patti's cunt!
I pulled my face away from Barbara's cunt. My tongue was so stiff from having been extended so deeply in her cunt that I found it difficult to form words. I wiped at the wetness of my face with the back of my hand, and I spit out a hair or two.
"Let's fuck!" I urged.
Barbara was agreeable. She loosened her lips about my cock, and moved her body away from mine. She rolled over on her back of the floor, and lay next to me with her thighs wet and parted.
"Put it in," she said.
I lowered myself onto her: it was a strange, novel experience. I felt a mountain of flesh under me. A soft, hot, wet mountain of excited, impassioned flesh. I felt her huge breasts under my chest, and the tightening, pulling softness of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around my hips. The swell of her stomach held me up, and reminded me of a rubber pillow.
I supported my body with my knees, and she guided my cock into her cunt with her hand. The moment I penetrated her, I felt something strange and unexpected.
Her cunt was tight! I felt a pleasurable tightness against my cock as I slid into her cunt. The largeness and the looseness of her outside was not evident on her inside. Her cunt was tight, and I felt a surge of raw sexual excitement as my cock was bathed wetly in the friction of her body.
Then the tightness loosened, and I felt my cock slide all the way into her body with ease. I felt a sudden wetness and looseness, and I hunched forward, penetrating her cunt with the full thickness and length of my cock.
Then, a moment later, like a wet hand around my cock, I felt the muscles of her cunt wrap themselves around my cock and begin to squeeze. Her cunt felt like a vise. I felt the constriction from the base to the tip of my cock. I could feel every inch of her passageway, as she tightened her body around my cock.
A moment later it loosened again, and I slid myself in and out of the wetness of her relaxed cunt. I slipped myself in and out, feeling the excited swell of pleasure wash against the tip of my cock.
In the middle of a thrust, she clamped down upon me again, and wrapped her cunt tightly around my cock. I groaned with the pleasure. I'd never felt cunt muscles do what Barbara's were doing. Her cunt reminded me of the tightness of Brian Bennett's ass: only her cunt was better! Her cunt was wetter, looser, more exciting!
Barbara continued to squeeze my cock as if she were attempting to milk me. Her cunt opened and closed around me, loosened and unloosened, and I slid in and out of her body, feeling my orgasm building wildly in my loins.
Compensation! I thought. Her body was compensating for being overweight. She was the best fuck I'd ever had in my life! I've never felt a cunt do what hers was doing. I didn't care that she was heavy now, and I was sorry that she had first turned me off. I pushed my cock as deeply into her magical cunt as I could, and I kept of thinking: Compensation! Compensation!
In the middle of fucking, I heard someone laughing. It was Barbara. I was fucking her and she was laughing.
"I've forgotten," she said."
"Whose turn it was!"
She was laughing and groaning in pleasure. It seemed absurd, and I began to laugh. From the other side of the room there was a silence.
"I don't think they're playing any longer," I said, still thrusting my cock in and out of Barbara's wonderful cunt. "You take a turn."
She reached back for the bottle with her hand, but she couldn't reach it. She began to turn her body, not letting go of my cock. I stood on my knees, and she twisted her body completely around, until she had her ass to me. She was on her knees, with my cock still buried deeply inside of her, and she was reaching across the dark living room for the bottle.
"I've got it!" she said. She squeezed my cock with her cunt.
I placed both my hands on her broad back and ass, and she scrunched her body down, tightening her grip on my cock. I continued to push myself in and out of her cunt, feeling my balls and thighs pressed tightly against the back of her thighs. She began to rotate her ass in a small, erotic circle, tightening and loosening her grip on my cock as she turned her body. I plunged in and out of her cunt, hearing the wet sucking noise of my cock parting the hairy folds of her cunt lips as I moved.
She spun the bottle. "I've got you Allen," she said. But her voice had altered somewhat; there was a tenseness in it. An excited edge that made me know that she was close to her own orgasm.
She lowered the top of her body, cradling her face in the fold of her arms. Her body was like a pyramid: her head at one end, and her knees and cunt at the other.
I looked down the broad white slope of her back. I could just barely discern the white cushion of her ass as I plunged my cock as deeply into her cunt as I could. I felt her tightening around my cock, bending her body to bring an even higher degree of pleasure to both of us.
"Soon," Barbara said. Her cunt was like a molten fist around my cock. "Soon!"
I looked past her naked, bent body, into the dark of the room. I could see two huddled figures across from us. Patti and Ted: fucking!
I saw her limbs entwined in his, and he was sucking on her tits. I saw Patti plunging up and down on his cock, and I saw Ted pushing his hips up and down to smack hotly into her loins.
The sight excited me: why I don't know. But it did, and I continued to watch them fucking, feeling my own orgasm growing harder and hotter in my balls.
I felt a sudden, searingly hot clutch of flesh around my cock! Barbara was cuming, and she had tightened her cunt around me as though she were trying to squeeze my cock into dust.
"Oh! Oh! Ooohhhh!" Barbara said.
I began to cum. My cock began to spurt scum into the tight, narrow crevice of her cunt. I grabbed onto her hips with both my hands, and pulled her into me. Her cunt loosened momentarily, and I felt myself being swallowed into her body. She tightened her muscles again, and I felt my sperm shoot out, under pressure, and bathe the inside of her cunt.
I looked across the room at Patti and Ted. They were still fucking silently, her cunt riding up and down his cock and his balls bouncing into her ass. I watched them fucking and began to cum again.
"FUCK HER!" I heard myself say. "FUCK HER!"
No! my mind screamed. But it was too late: I had said it already. Sperm was plopping from my cock, smashing into the tight lining of Barbara's cunt.
I fell forward onto the cool, hulking flesh of Barbara's back. My eyes were open, and I was still watching Patti and Ted. Sperm only dribbled from my cock now, but my excitement was still intense. I lay there, in the dark, still deeply buried in Barbara's cunt, and I watched them fucking. I couldn't take my eyes from them.
After a few moments more, Patti began to cum. Her body was frantic, and she was screaming and moaning loudly: "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cuming..."
And then, for some strange reason, I came again. A short, intense orgasm, with my eyes open, watching
Patti, my wife, being fucked. I came again, still buried in Barbara's cunt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I really wasn't feeling too well.
I had started off for work this morning feeling tired and weak. At first, I thought that I was simply tired; not enough sleep. But as I drove along, I realized that it was more than just tired. I was sick.
I pulled the car over and sat for a moment behind the steering wheel. I felt hot and sweaty, and I put my hand up to my brow. It felt feverish.
I'm sick, I thought.
I sat for a few moments, hoping that the feeling would pass. But as time passed, it only seemed to grow worse. I got out of the car and walked up and down along the roadside. Cars swished rapidly by me, adding to my feeling of dizziness. I tried to take deep breaths, but the exhaust fumes from the speeding cars made me feel nauseous.
Weakly, I walked down the road to a rest station. I got change of a dollar, and tried to call Patti, but the line was busy.
That was odd, I thought. So early in the morning. Probably her mother.
I got back into the car and drove it to the next exit where I swung it around on the overpass, and began to drive back home. All the while I drove, my head was spinning, and I found it difficult to concentrate. Fortunately, the hour was still early, and there wasn't much traffic going away from the city. Everyone was on his way into work.
I pulled the car off at my exit and drove it through the empty streets until I reached our apartment building. I parked the car and took the elevator up to our floor. I hesitated for a moment in front of the door. An uneasiness touched me in spite of my illness.
I brought my finger right up to the door bell, but pulled it away at the last moment. Instead, I fished through my pockets until I found my key. I inserted it into the lock, turned the door knob silently, and entered the apartment.
The apartment was silent. Very silent.
I was about to call out to Patti, to tell her that I was home, but again I halted. Her name died on my lips.
I closed the front door behind me, making sure that the lock did not click as I pushed it shut.
I turned around slowly. My head was swimming with fever, and I felt a strange, knowing anxiety creeping up my spine. My senses sharpened, and I listened closely to the apartment.
I heard a very loud silence.
And then I heard a moan.
A soft, soft moan; a moan of pleasure.
The moan went into my body like a knife. I felt it against my skin, against the burning fire of fever. It was cold and then hot, and I began to tremble with its touch.
I recognized the voice. It was Patti.
I listened again, and I heard another moan. And then I heard the mattress squeak.
My mouth was dry and my head was spinning. I sensed a new excitement creeping into my awareness.
The ache of the fever was ebbing, and it was replaced with a new kind of ache and a new kind of fever. I put my hand down to my crotch and touched my cock. It was erect, and rock hard.
Between the moans I heard a word. The word blended softly in a whisper. "Fuck," was the word, and it was Patti who uttered it.
I moved from the door slowly. My body was loose and relaxed, and I moved with a silent, cat-like ease. My feet fell like shadows against the rug. I moved a step at a time towards the bedroom: for that was where the moans were coming from.
I moved across the living room, halting finally at its edge. Beyond this point was the bedroom. I stepped forward and could see the bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and I could see the bed.
Patti was on the bed. And so was someone else: a man. He was down between her legs, and he had his face buried against her cunt. Patti had her eyes closed, and she was humping her cunt up and down against the man.
I pulled back from the sight. I felt a blow hit me in the stomach, knocking my wind out. The rest of my senses seemed dulled, and my head swirled in confusion. I didn't know how to react! I couldn't believe what I had seen, but I didn't know how to react to it.
I stepped forward again, around the edge of the living room. My eyes reconfirmed the sight: Patti was on her back, with her legs open widely, and she was naked. There was a man between her legs, and he had his face pressed between her open thighs. He was eating out her cunt.
My lungs felt like they were going to burst, and I realized that I was holding my breath. Slowly, I permitted myself to breathe again; the air seeped out of my lungs in a wet, leaky hiss.
The sound of my own breathing startled me, and I sucked it back quickly. I was sure that they would hear it!
But they didn't. They were oblivious to everything but their own selfish pleasures. I began to breathe easy and confidently.
My brain hadn't caught up to my body: my mind was still reeling from what I had seen. I could feel the heat of my fever burning hotly against my flesh. I felt sweat trickle down my back and down the insides of my thighs.
Patti! I kept on thinking. Patti!
My mind was shattered between two alternatives: it wanted to run and escape, and free me from the sight of her betrayal, and it wanted me to run into her and punish her for what she was so obviously enjoying.
Yet, I could not move. My feet were rooted in the rug like a trunk of a tree. T found myself standing there, holding my breath, watching them, and enjoying it!
That was it! I realized. I was enjoying it.
I touched my cock. It was like a rock, and I could feel the heat it was generating right through my pants. I couldn't remember when it had felt so hard!
I realized that I hadn't cum in over a week. The last time had been the night we spent with Ted Oliver and his wife Barbara. That night had exhausted me, and since then, Patti had been either too tired or not in the mood for sex.
Now I could see why. Patti was getting it from someone else! Another man!
I began to ask myself why. Why was she doing this? Why was she doing this to me?
But I began to realize that I didn't care why she was doing it! Patti was doing it, and that was all that mattered. Patti was doing it and I was enjoying it!
I felt myself unzipping my fly. I moved my hand as silently as possible until my zipper was fully open. My cock was straining at the material of my undershorts; straining to be free. I reached in and pulled my cock out. It popped loose like a long, thick snake. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling surprised at the heat it was radiating. I squeezed the organ and felt it tremble under my fingers.
I looked up again at the two figures on the bed. Patti had her arms open wide, and she was gripping the edge of the mattress in her open, clutching hands. Her body was twisted sensually, and she was hunching her cunt upward, screwing it tightly into his face. I saw the thick fibers of muscles in her legs tense like bands of steel as she arched her back and brought her wet cunt against his licking tongue. Patti had her legs open as wide as she could force them, and I could just see the fringe of her pubic hair around the bent silhouette of his head. His neck and shoulders blocked her cunt from my vision.
Patti moaned again, and I felt my cock twitch.
I tried to see who he was. He didn't look familiar. He was tall and blonde, and for a moment, I thought he was Brian Bennett. But his body was too muscular: his shoulders were wide and thick, and his body tapered down into a tight vee near his waist. His thighs were powerful and well-developed, and his ass was a knot of muscle. He had his thighs spread, and I could see his balls hanging down between them. His cock, apparently, was pushed forward, and was hidden under his body.
His head kept on bobbing up and down against
Patti's cunt. His blonde hair shifted and tossed as his head moved, and I thought I could hear a faint, wet sound. He had both of his hands in her crotch, and I imagined that he was holding the lips of her cunt open with his fingers so that he could lick at her clitoris.
I began to move my hand up and down my cock, sliding my fingers along the shaft. Pleasure began to register in my mind and along my cock. A tingling, forbidden pleasure! A perverse pleasure at watching my wife engaged in an act that was reserved for me alone: a forbidden, immoral sexual act.
But I was enjoying it! It excited me! Excited me in a way that made my balls ache and my cock scream for sexual release!
I didn't even care that Patti was cheating on me! All I cared about was seeing her and her lover perform for me, while I watched them in silence, secretly masturbating like a mad man!
They mustn't know that I was watching, I realized. Secrecy was important! Should they learn that I was present, they would surely stop, and I .would be deprived.
Worse! If they learned that I was watching, I would be forced into fulfilling my role as an irate husband, and it would shatter forever this secret, aching lust that was filling both my body and my mind!
My cock ached to cum, and I was insanely excited. I kept sucking in air, trying to catch my breath. The attempt was futile, for each time I did, it would be stolen away again by the intensely exciting scene I was watching!
Patti began to moan. She twisted her body against the mattress, and began to hump her cunt as though she were fucking herself on his tongue. I watched her hips come up, off of the mattress, and saw her back bend itself into an arch. His tongue must have been licking at her furiously, for I could hear the wet slurp he was making against her box.
I could hear his tongue moving up and down between the lips of her cunt. The sound reminded me of a dog lapping at a dish of water. It was a thick, wet sound.
I pulled my balls free from my shorts. They hung down heavily against the front of my pants. I moved my hand up and down on my cock, pausing to squeeze my balls with each downward stroke of my hand. My excitement kept on building with each pump of my hand.
My mouth was dry, and I licked at my lips. My eyes were beginning to blur from the strain of staring and concentrating so intently. I began to feel lightheaded, and I wondered whether it was my fever or my excitement that was effecting me.
Patti moved on the bed!
I jumped back, holding my cock in my hand and my breath in my lungs.
"Let me get down there," Patti said. "I want your cock!"
I heard movement, a shifting on the bed, and a squeak of the mattress. I heard flesh against naked flesh as their bodies came together, sticking wetly to each other, and sliding. The movement stopped, and the noises settled.
Cautiously, I peeked back into the bedroom.
The scene had changed. Now he was on his back; and Patti lay on top of him. Their places were inverted, and she had her face pressed against his crotch. I could see her legs spread around his head, and could see his hands on her ass. His face was still hidden from me.
I could only see the top of Patti's head: her face was buried in his crotch. Rather, his crotch was buried in her face. The most enormous cock I have ever seen in my life stood up between his powerful thighs, and about one quarter of it was sunk into my wife's mouth. His cock was as thick as my wrist, and it had to be over ten inches long; perhaps closer to twelve. It dwarfed mine, and made Brian Bennett's nine inches seem immature by comparison. It reminded me of a horse's cock: it stood like a third leg from between his thighs.
Patti was sucking on its end as if it were a piece of hard candy, and she were a child at Christmas. She was holding it with both her hands, and she was nibbling on the tip. Her fingers were stretched widely to accommodate his great shaft. I watched as clear rivers of saliva dribbled down the length of his enormous cock: saliva from Patti's mouth!
Her head moved up and down on him, but not very much of his organ vanished into her mouth. Perhaps realizing this, Patti plopped him from her mouth, and began to run her open mouth up and down the sides of his cock. I saw her tongue snake out from her mouth and lick itself against his side as she ran her open mouth up and down, from ruby tip to thick base. She looked like she were chewing on an ear of corn.
She began to nuzzle her face at the base of his cock. I watched as her tongue licked at his balls, and my breath sucked inward as I saw her take one of his balls up into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to suck on it while she moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, jerking him off.
He was enjoying it, because I heard him moan, and begin to hunch his body up against her sucking mouth. His cock was pressed against the side of her face. The sac of his balls was pulled tightly from her mouth to his crotch. Patti pulled her head further away from his body, and he moaned again.
I began to jerk off in earnest. I grabbed onto my cock with both hands and squeezed down on it until I felt a swell of pleasure run down the length of my organ. I put one hand under my balls, and with the other, I began to jerk off. I squeezed my balls and my cock simultaneously, and I humped my hips in and out of the hollow of my fist. My balls smacked into my hand as moved.
"My ass!" Patti said. Her words were muffled against the thick base of his cock as her tongue lashed at it. "Do my ass ... with your tongue!"
I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.
Memories of past pleasures with Patti washed through my brain, as I remembered how I had brought similar excitement to her body with my tongue. I closed my eyes for a moment, and slipped my tongue from between my tight lips. I began to lick wetly at the air, remembering and imagining. Patti's moans helped my mind.
"Your finger!" Patti said. "Put your finger in ... yes! That's it! ... push it ... now your tongue ... ohhh!"
Her mouth opened, and she began to swallow his cock again. She was in ecstasy, and she wanted to return his pleasure with her mouth. I saw his cock slide between her lips. His cock seemed red against the pale, pulled whiteness of her mouth.
The telephone rang.
The telephone rang, and my heart stopped, and I think I cried out in shock. Fear ran through my senses, and I wanted to run! To escape! To my mind, all of a sudden, I was in the wrong! I was close to being caught!
I darted silently back from the doorway. My breath was locked in my lungs, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I pressed my back against the wall. It was cool, and I could feel the perspiration making my shirt stick to my back. My head was swirling.
The telephone rang again!
"Shitfuck!" someone said. It was Patti. "Motherfucker!"
"Let it ring," said a man's voice. The voice was rich and cultured, and had the faintest trace of annoyance in it. "Let it ring."
"It might be Allen," Patti said. "It might be important."
I heard movement: bodies separating, flesh sliding against flesh, the bed squeaking.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt faint. I looked about the room.
Hide! I told myself.
My body moved in a panic. I took giant, silent steps, and was across the living room swiftly. My breath was still locked in my lungs, anal pulled open the hall closet.
The telephone rang again.
I heard naked feet padding against the bedroom floor.
I stepped into the closet and pulled it closed. Darkness engulfed me, and I pushed my body back against the hanging clothing.
The telephone was in the middle of a ring when I heard Patti's voice. Her voice was very clear and loud, and I realized she was standing at the hall extension, right in front of the closet! "Hello," Patti said.
The door of the closet wasn't completely shut, and I could see movement between the door and the door jamb.
"This is she," Patti said.
I put my eye to the crack, and peered out. Patti was pacing up and down in front of the door. Across the room I could see her lover. He was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom, standing there naked. He was stroking his cock as he listened.
"What'about my ad?" she asked.
Ad? I thought. My ad? Then I realized that she had said: my ad! Patti's ad!
"I see," she said. She was nodding across the room to her lover, indicating it was safe.
"Are you a single man or do you have a partner?" she asked. "Single. ... I see ... no. I don't object to single men ... as long as they are qualified."
I looked at her lover. He was stroking his cock and smiling.
"What did you say your name was?" Patti said. She had a pencil in her hand and she was scribbling something down on a yellow pad.
"Well, Jim," she said. "Tell me a little something about yourself ... have you ever done this kind of thing before ... your age ... you know..."
She listened, writing occasionally.
My head was spinning, and my cock still ached. I began to stroke it again, looking across the room at him, stroking his giant organ.
"I see," Patti said. She waved to her lover, beckoning him to her. "Well, frankly, that is a little young, Jim. ... no. I'm not objecting to youth ... It's just experience I'm interested in."
I watched her cradle the receiver under her chin, and she began to stroke her lover's enormous cock.
"I'm sure you are experienced," Patti said.
His hand came out and he placed it between her legs. I watched her part her thighs to accommodate his hand. His finger moved down under her body, then he pushed his hand upward and Patti sighed.
"All right, then," Patti said. "How big are you?"
She had her legs spread wide, and I could see his finger sliding in and out of her box. I could see the lips of her cunt around his finger.
"No!" Patti said. "Your cock! ... I don't give a damn how tall you are."
Patti's ad! Patti had placed her own sex ad!
"Well," she said. "That size I can get from my husband. Why should I bother with yours just because it's different ... if I'm going to get fucked, it might as well be the way I want, right?"
I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. I stopped touching my cock for fear that I would cum with just the slightest touch. I held my hands down at my sides, and wiped my sweaty palms against my pants.
"I'll tell you what," Patti said into the receiver. She was still caressing her lover's cock. "Do you think you might consider a thing with three people ... me and another man? You might? Good. Sure, I'll let you fuck me ... I might even let you eat me when he's fucking me!"
Patti laughed, and she squeezed her lover's giant cock.
"Good," she said. "Give me your number, and I'll call you back ... yes, I will call ... I'm looking forward to it as much as you ... Women like to fuck, too, you know ... and who knows ... if we all three hit it off together ... maybe you know another guy who wouldn't mind joining us? Good."
Her lover bent forward and began to suck on Patti's tit.
"Uummm, Hank!" Patti said. Then, into the telephone: "Okay, Jim. I'll be in touch. As soon as I can fit you into my schedule ... fine. ... I'm got to go now, Jim ... seems you caught us in the middle of ... something."
Patti laughed into the phone. "Okay. Bye-bye."
She hung up the receiver, and Hank ... Hank her lover ... Hank with the giant cock ... grabbed Patti in his arms and began to kiss her. His tongue slurped in her mouth, and she pumped her fist up and down his cock.
"Take it off the hook," he said.
"Why?" Patti said, laughing.
"Because," he said, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now!"
Patti kissed Hank back. Her face was suddenly serious, and her kiss was ardent and passionate.
"What are you waiting for?" she said. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her effortlessly out of my vision.
I waited a moment or two in the closet, making sure that all was safe. When I was confident that they were out of the room, I carefully pushed open the closet door. I stepped from the closet and closed the door. My cock was still out and my balls hung down the front of my pants.
My first instinct was to flee: to run, to escape, to get out of the house. I had even opened the front door, and stood poised, one foot into the hallway outside.
But something called me back. A moan: Patti's moan.
Patti was moaning in such obvious pleasure that I could hear her all the way from the hall. Her voice was shrill with abandonment, and she was moaning loudly.
"More!" she said. "Godithurts! ... push it in more!"
I stood in the hallway a moment, feeling her voice, her pleasure, wrapping itself around my will, like coils of a rope around my legs. Her excitement was like a magnet, and I could feel a pulling in my cock and a pressure in my balls. I felt myself turning from escape.
My cock throbbed insanely, and I touched it again. It was alive, hot and a fraction away from exploding.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmeeeeee!" Patti moaned.
I felt myself step towards her. My mouth was dry, and my eyes were like burning coals in my head. I felt myself fading in and out of reality, like waves washing against my senses. I walked across the living room, and stood, silent, with an erect cock, a single step from the bedroom door way.
I took that last step.
I saw the bed. He was on the bottom, and Patti was on the top. He had his legs closed, and she had hers open, and spread around his. I was looking down the bed at them, so they couldn't see me. I moved to the center of the bedroom doorway.
I saw his cock then: or about one quarter of it. The rest was buried inside of Patti's cunt. I saw the lips of her cunt spread widely apart, filled with the swelling thickness of Hank's cock. I saw his balls, hanging down between his thighs, and I saw the wide furrow between her legs. I saw that the hair on her cunt was wet, and the color shaded from blonde to almost dark brown, near her ass.
T watched as his legs stiffened, and he pushed his knees upward. His cock began to move, sliding slowly, like the slow pump on a motor as it begins to turn over. His cock moved up into Patti's cunt, opening her body slightly more, spreading her cunt lips around his cruel thickness.
Patti began to react. At first, she began to pull her cunt away from his thrust, but in the middle of it, the pleasure surpassed the pain, and she reversed her upward movement, and screwed her cunt downward onto his cock. She rotated her hips, grinding herself into him, until her cunt opened again, and the lips of her cunt swallowed him. About an inch more of him went into her.
"OHGOD!" Patti screamed. She began to hunch herself up and down on his cock.
He thrust upward again, and for a moment her body seemed to hesitate for a moment, then something seemed to give way inside of Patti, and the remaining length of his cock slithered upward, and was buried to his balls inside of Patti's wet, open cunt.
"Fuck me, baby!" Hank cried. "Fuck me, Patti!"
I saw her body shudder. A single, convulsive shudder went through her body as his cock slipped the remaining few inches inside of her. I saw the lips of her cunt begin to twitch, and clutch feverishly at the sides of his cock. Her ass-hole began to open and close, as she tightened and loosened her cunt muscles around his hardness. It reminded me of an eye, winking obscenely at me from between Patti's legs.
"I'M CUMINGGGGGG!" Patti screamed.
My own cock began to throb, and I knew my own orgasm would be soon upon me. I put my hand down to my cock and touched it. It was hot and hard. I moved my hand up and down, stroking it passionately.
Hank began to grunt, and I realized he was cuming. I saw the sac of his balls tightening, lifting, coming up to touch the outer fringe of Patti's cunt, as though they too were attempting to enter her body.
I stood there, in the hallway of my own bedroom, watching some unknown man fuck my wife, and suddenly I understood everything. In the final, orgiastic moment before I came, I saw the truth.
I understood why I had been afraid of the change in Patti, for in truth, it was more a change in me than in her! I sensed what it was I wanted when she began to enjoy sex. I sensed it that night with Brian Bennett, and I sensed it in that moment of orgasm, when Patti was being fucked by Ted Oliver.
It wasn't Patti; it was me! I was afraid to admit that I enjoyed seeing her fucked by those men!
But I did enjoy it; I saw that now. I enjoyed them fucking her! I enjoyed seeing them using my wife!
I watched Hank's cock stiffen inside of Patti's cunt. I could see it twitching and throbbing, and I knew he was shooting his hot cum inside of her body. My mouth went dry, and my head spun. I touched my cock and I began to cum.
My God! I thought, I've become just like Kenneth Hill!
I remembered Hill suddenly. I saw his wife Yvonne, and the crazy films of her that Hill had made. I saw Hill cuming in her mouth as I fucked his wife. Then I saw Hank fucking Patti, his thick cum sliding down the shaft of his cock, to stain his balls with his own sperm.
The images of the past and the present began to mix and spin, change places, alter, then finally become one in the same.
I was Kenneth Hill and Patti was Yvonne!
It was crazy, for the cycle had begun with a man watching his wife being fucked, and now it had concluded in the same way. I was both ends of that cycle: I had moved from participant to observer.
I watched Patti and Hank on the bed. Hank's cock was still buried deeply inside of her, and I could see the thick, milky pearls of his sperm dripping down from between the swollen lips of her cunt.
After a while, I would let them know that I was watching. It was safe now. It was what I wanted.
The sperm splashed hotly from my cock, spewing through the open doorway, into the bedroom.
