It was only by coincidence that I turned the corner and saw him lying near the doorway of the Sturgis Building. It was before seven in the morning, and I had intended to stop in Gus's for my first cup of coffee that morning. Nobody was near him but an aged man who obviously was too weak himself to offer help.
Rudy's right hand was closed into a tight fist, and I noticed instantly that he was clutching something. I reached quickly down and pried open his hand and removed a photograph. I straightened up and slipped it into my pocket, and just at that moment a police car pulled to the curb and stopped. I sat on my heels then and lifted Rudy's head and cradled it in the bend of my arm.
"You know this man?" one of the policemen asked.
"No," I lied. "I never saw him before." He took charge, and I stood up again, waiting to see what would happen next.
The other policeman was using his radio, and I knew he must be calling an ambulance. Rudy was still alive, but I doubted that he would be by the time he reached the hospital.
I wanted to burst out crying, but I realized that it would help neither Rudy nor me. My heart was heavy with both fear and loneliness.
Although it was hardly ten minutes later that the ambulance came, it had seemed hours. I was frozen in my tracks the whole time it took for the attendants to load him and the siren to begin its mournful wail, as the machine pulled from the curb and rolled hospitalward.
Suddenly I was alone. I walked slowly down the sidewalk toward Gus's. Before entering, I pulled out the photograph from my coat pocket and tried to flatten it out. It was Marlene, all right, and even through the creases in the glossy paper, her red hair flowed beautifully to and past her shoulders.
After putting it back into my pocket, I entered the restaurant and took a booth near the front window.
I gazed out to the street, remembering how, on numerous occasions, Rudy and I had stopped in Gus's and talked, mostly always about nothing. Then I recalled the evening I'd taken Rudy home with me, and what had happened when he'd first seen Marlene.
"This is Marlene, the girl I live with," I'd said. "This is Rudy-Rudy Sharp, Marlene."
I'd seen no interest for Rudy on her part. She'd merely acknowledged the introduction and excused herself to finish readying herself for her date that night.
But Rudy had gotten splattered in the face with a myriad of stars, and most of them landed and stuck in his eyes.
"Remember me?" I asked him, taking his arm. "I'm Charlotte Oberlin."
"She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," was his comment. "I'm in love with her already, Chick!"
Of course, I didn't go to pieces. I hadn't even realized yet that I was in love with the big ape. And too, I figured he'd get over it in a few minutes, and he and I could return to normal.
I'd never thought of Rudy as anybody great, and I'd never taken inventory to see just what I had with him. He was quite wealthy but lived a common life, and the wealth had never entered my mind as being anything important to either of us.
We'd made a few nightclubs, planned a picnic or two, sat through a few dull movies, but had never gone the route of the cock going into the promised land.
"She might be a load of dynamite for you," I said finally.
"I don't care if she's a whole damn bank of guided missies and bombs," he replied.
"Just a minute," I said. "Let's go talk to her."
He hadn't moved from his tracks since the introduction, but now he smiled and walked deeper into the room.
I moved quickly to Marlene's bedroom and confronted her at her dressing mirror.
"Rudy's already gone ape for you," I told her. "I think his prick's as hard as his head, and his eyes are full of stars."
She moistened her lips before replying to this information:
"Chick," she said, "I just moved in with you, and I'm not ready to start taking something from you-especially your boy friend. And I think he must be ridiculous for asking you to tell me something like that."
"He didn't ask me to. I'm doing it on my own. I don't want any man who wants another woman, and besides, he and I are just what you might call buddies."
"I don't know what to tell you, Chick," she said, at odds with herself. "I don't know the man, and right now I'm interested in getting ready for my date. Could you hold him off until I get out of here-through the back way?"
"All right, I get it. You're just not interested."
I turned rather abruptly and went back to Rudy. He was sitting on the divan thumbing through a magazine, when I took a seat beside him.
"For now you're out of luck," I said. "Maybe you'd better wait until you've seen her a few times. Maybe she'll change her mind about you."
"Does she have a date tonight?" he asked, no sign of disappointment.
"Yes, she does have a date."
"Okay," he said, "I'll get on it later. What's your preference for dinner tonight?"
"You know what? I'm not a damn bit hungry, and I doubt that I will be during the rest of the evening."
"Are you angry with me, Chick?" he asked, putting down the magazine and turning to face me.
"I'm not angry; but I can see that for now you and I must enjoy a parting of the way."
"Now, wait a minute!" he started to protest. "You're the one who went to talk to her, not me."
"You're already in love with her, remember?"
"But you and I don't have to split friendship."
"Not friendship," I said. "But the kind of friendship we've had, yes. Tell you what. You run along to wherever you can think to go, and I have something I'd like to do."
"But...."
"No but's, Rudy, I'm serious."
Being the right kind of joe he was, Rudy scrammed and left me to boil in my own juice.
I was unhappier after he'd gone, but I notified Marlene that she was safe and could leave through the front door.
"He's a likeable-looking guy," she at least offered. "How come you two are just buddies?"
"Because I've not wanted to get too thick with anybody after Shell and I broke up. That guy really hurt me, and at times I can still feel his prick in my mouth, and I just stand and shiver while I have a lonely orgasm."
"You have to learn to get over them easier than that," she advised. "None of them are worth that much."
"That's easy to say, but too damn hard for me to do. What's on the fire for you tonight?"
"It's just the same routine. His name's Doug, and he thinks I'm the most beautiful thing since his mother came into maturity. I met him at the office when he came in to see Mr. Arliss."
"What's wrong with the world, Marlene?"
"I don't know, and I don't give it much thought. I'm always worrying about what's wrong with me."
"Do you think something's wrong with you?"
"Wouldn't you think so? I'm thirty-two years old, married, and I've never popped, as the girls say."
"You're kidding!"
"Sorry, Chick, but I'm not kidding. When I married Gaylon I thought he'd be the one that'd send me off to the stars, but nothing he did even brought me near."
"I guess I'm well off in that respect," I said. "With a small amount of sexual attention and suggestion, I can wear myself out popping."
"Well, I have the desire and go crazy with heat, but nothing seems to do any good. It's got to the point that I don't even try anymore. When a man starts to feel around, I ask to go home. It's a living hell to go to bed at night so frustrated that I feel like killing myself."
"I wonder if men ever think or care about what women go through, over one bad thing or another?"
"I believe they think about it, but I don't think they especially care."
That was about it for that session between Marlene and me. Anything else was small talk, and soon I was alone in the house, half sorry that I'd sent Rudy away.
I'd never missed him before that evening. Keeping company with him while living in the shadow cast by what I'd had with Sheldon Lewis was like mixing water with water and expecting delicious soup. And what was terrible about the whole thing, when once I'd found out, was that Rudy Sharp was one of the greatest lovers in modern times!
We'd discussed sex, and he'd constantly accused me of being frigid, and had intimated that I might be a latent Lesbian. I'd never argued with him, because talk about sex was all I'd intended doing with him, even though he appealed to me sexually.
CHAPTER TWO
The next time I saw Rudy, about two weeks later, Marlene brought him home with her! I'd left my desk early that afternoon and had done some shopping. Marlene and I had been eating at home some evenings, and I'd selected some nice steaks-four, in fact, because I'd planned to freeze two of them.
The salad was made, potatoes fried and the vegetable heated, and all I needed to do next was throw the steaks in the broiler.
Needless to say, I lost my appetite when both she and Rudy walked together, arm in arm, into the kitchen.
"Surprise!" she said, leaving me almost stunned.
"Hi, Chick," Rudy offered happily. "Marlene and I thought you might like to go out to dinner with us tonight."
I glanced at the steaks on the chopping board, and they too looked in that direction.
"Oh, Chick," Marlene said, "I'm sorry. I should've called you. You have everything ready for dinner."
"That's perfectly all right," I said. "The steaks aren't cooked yet, and the rest is academic. You two go right ahead, unless you want to eat here. I have plenty of steaks."
"Of course, we will," she said. "I'd much rather eat here than out. How about you, Rudy?"
"Suits me fine. Nobody whips up a meal like Chick does."
"Good," I said, reaching quickly into the freezer and getting one of the reserve steaks.
So that's how it began. It was Marlene and me and Rudy made three, and we were happy in our little blue heaven!
Marlene hurriedly set the nook table, and I began broiling the steaks. I listened to how Rudy had "accidentally" run into her in front of her office building, and how they'd gone for coffee together.
That had been about a week previous to this night, and they'd already had about two dates together, trying to decide if it was worthwhile or not for them to keep company.
"Rudy's the first man I ever met who didn't start pawing me right away," Marlene said. "And believe me when I say it, I appreciated it."
"Yes," I said, "Rudy's that way," and he and I exchanged glances.
I'd missed him considerably during his long absence and had been tempted to call Shell for some kind of relief. But getting into bed with Shell wouldn't have been the answer, and I'd known it. I guess you could say that I just figured that if I'd wait somebody'd come along to take Rudy's place.
We were sitting at the table and nearly finished eating, when, after much happy chatter coming from Marlene, she said:
"I'm going to go to work for Rudy. His secretary's quitting to have a baby, and I'm going to be his new lap sitter."
"That's nice," I commented, recalling that Rudy had mentioned losing his secretary. "Most businessmen marry their secretaries."
"Not if they're already married," Rudy said.
"You told me once that you'd have married your present secretary, had she not already been married," I reminded him.
"I remember telling you that," he said. "And I'm sure I would've."
"You just remember, Rudy," Marlene said, "I'm going to work for you as your secretary, but you keep the marriage out of your mind."
"I guess that told me off," he said, laughing.
I couldn't quite say what it had told me. As a matter-of-fact, it left me confused. But say no more of that, because by midnight of that day I was even more confused, with myself as well as with Marlene and Rudy.
The new wrinkle started with Rudy's going out for liquor.
Being that it was an unusually warm evening for May, a half-dozen highballs later we were at poolside as naked as three picked chicken.
It didn't matter that Rudy's cock was soft; just glancing at it on occasions generated many ideas inside my lonely head, and I kept wanting to see it hard.
From thinking about Shell's prick, as well as a few others I'd had in me, I judged that Rudy was pretty well equipped, once the blood started circulating.
Realizing that I could've many times had Rudy in me during the long period of time we'd kept company made me a little sad that I hadn't opened myself up to him.
But like Marlene had said, Rudy wasn't a pawer, and he wasn't forceful; he was the type that abided his time and let a girl hurt for the need of a man while in his presence. Like when Marlene had suggested that we swim in the nude, I had no qualms about disrobing in Rudy's presence.
I'd hurt many times while keeping company with him. And always I'd thought of Shell and the forceful fuckings he'd given me, and how he'd made me suck him, until I liked it so much that every time we were alone I wanted to open his fly.
That had always left me cold toward Rudy, and usually when we'd been together and then parted, my hurting was for either Shell or a man whom I thought of as rough and demanding.
Now, however, I'd gone too long without anything in the sex department. I'd even been thinking about mere instruments that might could be substituted for the real thing. Rudy's cock was no mechanical instrument, and I'd begun to imagine it hard and rammed in me.
"This is loads of fun!" Marlene said suddenly, breaking into my reverie. "It makes you feel so cool and relaxed, just sitting here naked like this."
"It's even better swimming in the nude," I told her.
"You've done it, Chick?" she asked. "Yes."
"I did too, when I was a kid," Rudy revealed. "We used to always swim naked when the girls weren't around."
"That's different," I said. "It's more fun swimming naked in mixed company."
Marlene had just moved in with me two days before I'd first brought Rudy home and introduced her. We'd met at the house of a mutual girl friend, and I'd taken a tremendous liking to her.
I'd always said that I wouldn't have a woman living with me, but that promise went out the window no longer than two hours after I'd met her.
She'd mentioned that she was looking for an apartment, reminding me of how much I had at home going to waste. When I'd offered her a share in my house, she'd become very excited.
"Have you had mixed company swimming naked here, Chick?" she asked.
"No, I was at somebody else's house."
"You don't think the cops'll try to come in the closed-in yard, do you?" she asked.
"Hardly. What you do on your own property's your own business. There's no real law against being nude in private."
"That makes me feel somewhat better," she said. "Come on, Rudy, let's try that naked swimming."
They both dived in about the same time, and Marlene was laughing like a child.
I had the pool light turned off so we'd have fewer bugs, but several yellow lights shone from different areas and they were easily seen in the water.
Rudy was somewhat drunker than I'd ever seen him, since most of our drinking together had been done before and after dinner, in restaurants. It wasn't too long before they were going occasionally into each other's arms, their naked bodies touching frontally.
I refreshed our highballs and resumed my seat, waiting for them to tire of the water. I realized later that he was planning it, but Rudy kept working her farther to the shallow end of the pool, where, on either side, was a strong stream of water returning to the pool from the filter.
Once they splashed up to the end, he said:
"Here, let me show you something."
He turned her around to face the gush of water which was about eighteen inches from the top of the pool, then pushed her forward until her midsection was against the stream.
"Oooh!" she uttered. "Ooooh ... god! That's strong ... ooooh, but that's strong ... good and strong...."
He was holding her there, his own midsection pressed against her ass. She was looking at me, a surprised sort of look that seemed to ask me what it was all about.
I couldn't have answered had she asked me openly, because that sharp little stream of water being pumped from the filter had never caused me any curiosity.
"Oooooh! Rudy, let me get away! That's too strong ... I can't stand it!"
She'd no sooner declared that she couldn't stand it when she went into an orgasmic fit. She began screaming loudly, and Rudy held her there, and I thought she'd go out of her head. Within half a minute from the beginning of her rage, she went limp in his grasp and closed her eyes.
Rudy looked through the dimness at me and smiled.
I caught myself wondering if he knew that she'd never had an orgasm before.
The minute she started stirring to life, he half lifted her to the pool steps and guided her out of the water and into her chair.
After sitting, she threw back her head and exclaimed:
"Oh, my god, but that was wonderful!"
"You'd better know it," Rudy agreed.
CHAPTER THREE
From what I've told you it might appear that Marlene was some sort of a loose woman. But then you could say that I was no better or different. Between the two of us I was the least moral, and I never personally considered her loose at all. She was sex starved and inwardly lonely and had been raised in such a manner and in such an environment that had left her lousy with complexes and plagued with guilt.
As I looked at her now, her relaxed body slumped in the chair, I was happy for her and knew that the ice was broken. From that first pop-off she'd have many, and she'd wonder how she'd lived without it. She had such a pretty body; her red hair on her cunt glistened even in the dimly lit area, and nobody could say that she wasn't a real redhead.
"Ready to try again?" Rudy asked her.
"God, no! I don't want to do that again for awhile. Where's my drink?"
"Beside your chair," I told her. "You don't want to wait too long before you try it again."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because if you wait too long, you might get a psychological block against it and not be able to come again."
She looked at Rudy for agreement.
"That's right," he agreed.
"Wait till I have some of my drink," she said. "Does Rudy know it was your first?" I asked, aiming the question at both of them.
"I know," he said, nodding. "I promised her I'd help her."
"Don't you wish all your duties were as pleasant?" I asked.
"I really do," he said. "But I think you're helping too."
"How so?"
"Your presence, if nothing else. Your liberal presence."
"That's true, Chick," Marlene said, looking at me over the rim of her glass. "I'd never be able to do this if it weren't for you."
"I don't get it, but I guess we can discuss it later if it's worthwhile. But both of you must remember or know that I'm not exactly a professional at this sort of chaperoning."
"I do know," Marlene said. "And I believe that whatever I can have with Rudy you should be able to share."
"What's that? I don't believe I quite understand you," I said, leaning forward.
"I mean that Rudy could try to work with both of us."
"Dear," I said, "I don't have trouble getting my rocks!"
"Without a man?" she asked.
"No, not without a man. But there're plenty of men who like to fuck, if you'll excuse my French."
"I believe you," she said, "and I've found a lot of them. But I don't think they're very adequate when it comes to satisfying a girl."
"And you think Rudy is?" I said.
"I know he's already passed the first test."
"All he did was lead you to water," I said.
"Yes, but it was the kind I liked to drink!"
It was true. I couldn't argue with her. I hadn't thought of the damn stream of water, and I owned the pool-right in my own back yard. I just couldn't get it into my head that Rudy had anything sexual on the ball.
"Come on, Rudy," she said, standing, "take me to water again! Hold onto me like you did before. I don't want to lose what I've gained."
They walked into the pool via the steps, and she squatted in front of the filter stream.
I was much too hot to sit there and watch, so I went to the board and dived in. I was about in the middle of the pool treading water, when she went wild with an orgasm. I turned and swam back toward the board at the opposite end of the pool, not wanting to watch anymore. Even in the water I was hot, and I'd have given anything to have something stuck in me.
By the time she'd had the third wild one, I was on my way by foot to my chair. Rudy again practically lifted her out of the water and halfway carried her to the chair. This time his cock was sticking straight out, and it was a monstrous-looking thing.
How he'd kept from shoving that thing into her while she was having those orgasms is something I'll never understand. And how I kept from asking him to put it into me right then is also a mystery, as I look back upon it.
"Ooooh, heavens!" Marlene groaned. "You have a million-dollar gadget there, Chick."
"I think you'd better try Rudy now," I advised. "I think he's got a two-million-dollar gadget sticking out there, and it looks like it needs help."
She turned around to look, and from the way he was standing near her chair, the thing almost touched her lips. She reached her hand to it and caressed it, squeezing the head adeptly between her thumb and forefinger. "God, that's big!" she said.
"I'm going inside," I said, getting up quickly. "I'll see you kids later."
"Hey, wait!" Marlene objected. "We'll go with you."
"As you wish," and I hurried on into the house.
Jesus! I thought. The way she handled that prick you'd think she'd been using it for years.
By the time they came in I'd cooled down some, and I mixed more drinks and turned on the stereo.
Marlene made the first move that got the ball rolling, by taking her drink and sitting on the rug. Rudy squatted beside her, and, since there was little else for me to do, I got my cigarettes and two ash trays and sat with them.
The floor bit wasn't new to me. I'd been there more than once, back when I'd gone the Lesbian route a few times. I was in such bad shape that I'd probably gone about any route in order to get laid or sucked. That was a bad scene where you had to watch things going on, without receiving any compensation whatsoever.
"You know something?" Marlene said.
"What?" Rudy asked.
"This is the most fun I've had in my whole life."
"I'm glad you're having fun," he said. "You know what I'd like for you to do?" she asked him. "What?"
"Do something with Chick. I feel terrible having all this fun, and she's not having anything."
"No, I don't want anything," I objected.
"Oh, Chick, but you need to!" she persisted.
"Don't sweat it, Marlene," I said.
"She's not hurting," Rudy assured. "She's on the frigid side."
"Would you like to bet?" I asked.
"She's not frigid," Marlene objected. "I can tell when a woman's cold, and Chick isn't cold."
How agreeable can a girl friend be? I thought. First she takes off her clothes and swims with another woman present, then she has orgasms in front of her, now she wants him to take care of the woman. Did she suffer from a fettish? Or was she sorry for me?
"Do her, Rudy, and don't let her stop you!"
"Her coldness stops me, whether or not I want to."
I put down my drink, rose, then shoved him to his back, almost spilling his drink. Marlene hurriedly took the glass from his outstretched hand, and when he was rid of it, I sat squarely on his face, pushing my cunt against his mouth. His hands went to my tits, and his tongue sprang out like a spear of fire, and in no time all my body was twisting passionately, and I was practically on fire.
His tongue went from my vagina to my panic button, and I began having one orgasm right after another. It seemed that I couldn't stop. I reached behind me and took his stiff cock in my hand, and after a few brisk squeezes, I lifted my midsection, moving it from his face to the hard shaft of bone.
I lowered myself until the head was in, then I sat hard, taking it all into me in one quick move downward. It hurt at first, but after I made a few jumps up and down, it felt like pure heaven.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" I screamed out. "Fuck me! Goddamn it, Rudy, fuck me!"
His midsection began rising and falling in rapid punches at my cunt, and every time he came up the cock touched something that sent me over the hill, repeatedly, until I fell off him and lay exhausted beside him.
Before I was strong enough to sit up, Marlene took my place on his cock, and I heard her grunt painfully, while she was forcing it up into her cunt.
This action prompted me to rise to sit, and when I did I took in the beauty of the whole episode, watching her ecstatic expressions, until she finally went over the hill. The orgasm was fantastic, in that it sent her almost out of her head, being her first by way of a prick.
It was obvious that Rudy hadn't gone off. His cock was still standing straight up, and it throbbed like a pulsating snake. The temptation was so great that I bent over and took into my mouth as much of his cock as I could, then started working up and down, hoping he would pop in my mouth.
I guess in the fellatio department he was weak, because I hadn't made very many passes before he went off, filling my mouth and throat with his sperm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rudy was thirty-eight years old and seemingly in his prime, sexually. But I was soon to gather that he had been either damned or blessed with more sexual experience than the average ten men put together. Something in his life had either gone right or wrong, and he'd had problems with women with whom he'd associated.
After four marriages he'd become gun-shy and had begun to live extensively in the past, reminiscing the bad of all the marriages. Between fourteen and twenty-two years old he'd worked and saved, while he'd battled his way through high school and four years of college. He'd bought a few acres of oranges plus putting down a few dollars here and there on other pieces of property.
His area land values had skyrocketed, and year after year he'd bought and sold properties, until at the age of thirty he'd accumulated a net worth of more than half a million dollars. Now, at the age of thirty-eight, he was in pretty good shape, financially. The eight years, between thirty and thirty-eight, his sexual experiences had grown as rapidly as his wealth up to the age of thirty.
None of his marriages had lasted long enough for him to get clipped by divorce settlements, but they had taken a toll on his ability to settle down to a normal married life.
He'd married first when he was twenty-two, next at twenty-six, then again at thirty, and last at the age of thirty-four. Two years was the longest he'd stayed married to either woman.
I'd known Rudy about six months, when Marlene had come into the picture. I doubt seriously that anything important would've transpired between us, had Marlene not entered the door of complications in both his and my life.
He was the kind of man who wouldn't advance sexually toward women and always waited to meet a woman who'd practically ask him to take her. On the other hand, I was also the same type, except that I liked to be forced by either the man or by a situation.
At twenty-eight I'd never been married. My sexual experience was wide and varied, without the benefit of matrimony. I had never turned Rudy on, and he'd never turned me on. It was Marlene who had turned both of us on. From the night during which time we started naked by the pool, I'd learned to respect Rudy, and I guess you could safely say from that night on I'd loved him.
But nothing important had ever happened to Rudy compared to what possessed him, when he met Marlene. She seemed to be something that would've broken all his bad habits and generated all the good habits any normal man could possess. When he talked to either me alone or both of us together, it was always "Marlene or me" or "Marlene and I."
The vivacious Marlene talked differently. It was always "you and Rudy and I." Or "the three of us." Anybody would've agreed that she was the sweetest and most angelic human God had ever given breath to, or to whom God had ever given breath.
But unfortunately there was a screw loose somewhere in her head. And one would have to associate with her as closely as did Rudy and I before he could get even a vague idea from what part of the head the screw was missing.
At a later time in the story the author will take you to meet some of Marlene's past circumstances, those which had made it easy for the screw to fall out but made it most difficult for the screw to go back into place.
Those circumstances were brought about by a certain type of family that she unfortunately had. Anyone who so happens to be cursed at birth with such people for a family is bound to be mentally deranged in some way or another.
And what was worse during those times of trials and tribulations with Rudy, Marlene was still married and had a daughter about seventeen. She loved the girl very much, and since the girl was undeserving of such love, it was unfortunate, indeed, as well as disastrous that Marlene loved her so much. But perhaps more of this later, if there's time enough and space enough.
Our love session, the three of us together, had happened Friday night. Saturday Rudy was compelled to keep an out-of-town appointment which he'd postponed from Friday to Saturday.
He returned Sunday afternoon about five o'clock. Like a ritual to which we'd become accustomed, we stripped down and began to live. Rudy had eaten on the plane, and Marlene and I had eaten earlier, not knowing if or not he would arrive early enough or if he'd eat before coming over. So there was no food worry, and we started from the very beginning with our drinks and laughter.
We started at poolside, and Marlene had a lovely session of placing her cunt against the stream of water. She wanted me to try it, and I did, just to satisfy her. It was terrific, really, and I thought it was something every girl should own and use, at least when her man wasn't around.
Shortly after Marlene had completed five or more orgasms from the filter stream, Rudy held her in the water, her legs wrapped around him, and put the prick into her, driving her nearly crazy.
There again, owning a pool, I'd never seen anybody fuck in the water. And being the copycat that I was, I wanted him to fuck me the same way. I waited for an opportune time, then slipped my arms around Rudy's neck and locked my legs around his waist.
Even in the water I had a lot of moisture, and the huge prong slipped into my cunt quite easily, and it was very satisfying just to have my vagina filled with all that flesh and bone. I was easy to handle in the water, and Rudy had me from one side of the pool to the other, pulling my ass roughly, so that my pelvis pounded against his midsection.
I wanted to scream out as loudly as I could, but I restrained myself, lest a neighbor on one side or the other would hear me.
When I finally couldn't hold back any longer and shot over the top, I no longer could hold back my voice from yelling out. In order to curtail the sound, Rudy kissed me harshly, and the screams went more into his mouth than into the open night air. I locked my legs as tightly as I could, so I could get more of his cock into me.
I wanted so badly for him to go off in me, like it was some selfish desire I couldn't control. But once he'd pulled from me I could tell that he hadn't ejaculated. It was hard to understand how he could do so much fucking without going off.
"Let's go to the rug," Marlene said. "I have an urge."
She was laughing, and both Rudy and I laughed with her. I knew what she wanted; it was Rudy's tongue on her clit, then she wanted him to put it into her from behind. Not in her anus channel, but in her cunt. She'd learned that first night to push hard against him with her butt, and she could have at least half a dozen orgasms in one session.
She preceded us into the house, and when she was out of earshot, Rudy said:
"Isn't she fantastic?"
"She is, for a fact," I replied.
"Chick, I love her so much that I hurt most of the time. I'm so afraid I'll lose her someday."
"Try to look at the positive side." I advised. "I guess I love her too, almost as much as I love you."
"You love me, Chick?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid I do. I'd have never known it, though, had it not been for Marlene. We have something very special together. And one day it'll be gone-gone like all wonderful things must go."
"Please don't say that, Chick. I can lose you, but I can't lose her. I mustn't lose her!"
"Let's go inside," I urged.
She was sitting on the rug waiting for us, when we entered the living room. She was patient, unperturbed that we'd stopped to chat before coming inside. Her beautiful, long red hair was draping distantly down her back, and her bountiful breasts were protruding proudly from her chest.
Rudy took his place near her, and I took the glasses and mixed fresh highballs. When I returned she was supine upon the rug, and Rudy was sucking her. Her twisting and writhing was indicative that she was having a world of pleasure, all her psychological blocks momentarily gone.
I took a floor pillow and put it under my head, then nursed my highball, leaving my legs spread, because I knew that just as soon as he had her practically passed out he'd start sucking me. My cunt seemed to draw, pull and twitch, while I watched him take her orally.
She started to scream, and her legs were up in the air with her ankles locked together, and she was pushing all the cunt she could to his mouth.
"That's enough!" she called out. "Please, honey, you're driving me crazy!"
Rudy pulled away and rubbed her thigh. She lay quietly for a few seconds, then, seemingly very dizzy, raised herself to sit.
"Do Chick now," she urged. "I want to see you drive her out of her mind like you did me."
Obediently Rudy positioned himself with his head between my legs, then took both nipples of my breasts between his thumbs and forefingers, after which he started his tongue racing into short strokes across my clitoris.
The way that man did it was about the wildest anyone could imagine!
CHAPTER FIVE
Not being able to hack it, Marlene had left her husband. This meant, of course, that she had to leave her daughter. She'd tried to get her daughter to go with her, but the girl refused.
Marlene was a typical "domestic" type, and by rights she should've had a good home, and should've also enjoyed it. But her biological drive was strong, even though she'd never had an orgasm. She knew there was something more to life than the way she was living it, but because of a strong religious upbringing she'd stuck it out until she could no longer take it.
Much can be said for the Pentecostal church; but little can be said for it. The practice of some of the sideline religions perhaps has been more instru mental in filling the state mental hospitals than any other single cause.
Marlene's mother was a devout Pentecostal. Her love for the human race was nil. Her love for herself was strong. She was a selfish woman, and she shadowed all her wrongs by making Sunday appearances at the church.
She had been disappointed once through a love affair, then had later married another man whom she didn't love. She had borne three sons and one daughter. Loving her sons and not her daughter, she had allowed her daughter to marry the older man, feeling that she would be rid of her. She, nor any other member of the family liked the man, but they tolerated him. Later, when she realized that life was slipping away from her, a guilt raised itself in her heart and mind, and she began to woo her daughter's affection.
Unfortunately again, Marlene loved her mother, as did she love her three brothers, none of whom was married, due to her mother's inability to think like a normal mother. One single brother was older than Marlene, while the other two were younger.
Because one of the brothers, the oldest, depended on Marlene's husband for better credit relations in his near-defunct business, he was strongly opposed to her being anywhere but with her husband, Marlene's mother, being somewhat latently nutty about her oldest son, was even more inclined to have Marlene stay with the husband. Rumors also had it that the oldest son was quite fruity for Marlene, and he, like all the other boys in the family was never seen with a woman.
Now, it must be borne in mind, sex was always wrong. Marlene's mother cared nothing for her father. All the boys cared nothing about women. Was it any small wonder, then, that Marlene had a terrible block against sex?
With Rudy, Marlene had experienced the orgasm. With him she had enjoyed sex. To him she confessed her love for him. And it was a violent love, second to none. How, then, could something ever happen to this relationship? Impossible, the experts would say. But so much of a man that Rudy was, it was inevitable that something go amiss.
I saw and read the cutting, critical letters that Marlene received from her family. I listened in on the phone calls made to her daughter and listened to the terrible, indifferent way the little ingrate spoke to her mother.
So it was, while Marlene was having sex with a man and enjoying it, her guilt was driving her further out of her mind, and her being torn between what she'd been taught and what she'd learned from actually living wasn't helping anything but the devil. It seemed as though the more she loved and enjoyed Rudy and what he could do for her, the stronger her guilt presided and the more nervous she became.
She had quit her job, so as to be ready when Rudy's secretary left.
I had noticed the nervousness on numerous occasions, and I'd asked her what was the matter.
"I'm a nervous wreck," she'd told me. "I wonder if I'm doing right, Chick."
"Right about what?"
"About my being with Rudy like this-not being divorced yet."
"I think it's right, if you want to do it."
"If my mother knew I even took a drink she'd die."
"You'll have to live your own life," I said. "Nobody, your mother included, can live it for you."
"I love Rudy so much it hurts, Chick. I can hardly stand to be away from him."
"Does it bother you when the three of us are together?"
"Of course not! What made you ask a thing like that?"
"I don't think I could've taken it, had I been in your place. I didn't really love Rudy before he fell for you. But I'm afraid that now I do."
"I'm glad you do," she said. "I'm really glad we both love him."
"I've never known anybody so strange as you," I commented.
"Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked.
"Not on your life! Do you think you're crazy?"
"Not exactly. But my family keeps saying that I'm sick. I wonder if I am really sick."
"I see people a lot sicker walking all around me."
"Then you do think I'm a little sick?"
"I didn't say that. I just mean that if you're sick, then one hell of a lot of us are sick."
"Well-I don't know."
Everybody who met her seemed to love her. Nobody but her family made any such "sick" remarks. But they were vicious, uncouth people doing everything wrong they could, acting under the banner of "good."
The day I came home and found Marlene's note written to both me and Rudy, I was just as shocked as he later was when he came for her.
It was a simple note stating for one thing that Rudy wasn't the type of man who wanted to live a married life, a statement neither of us could figure a reason for. She was leaving forever, and so much as she loved Rudy she thought it was best for both of them that she return to her home.
Rudy was quiet and thoughtful. I don't recall that he made a comment. But he was anything but a happy man, though he smiled vaguely, when I spoke to him or made some chitchat about wondering why she'd chosen to leave.
I kept thinking that my confession to her in regards to my love for Rudy had played a major part in her leaving. I didn't dare mention it to Rudy.
I suppose you could say that I loved Marlene too. But I was glad she was gone, though I thought horribly of myself for silently suggesting such a thing. It was true, however, I wanted Rudy for myself. With her gone, he'd feel badly for a few days, then he'd be over her and I'd be there to see him through it all. He would turn to me, and we could live a real happy life together.
"Well," Rudy said, after half an hour of hidden mourning, "I guess I'd better get home."
"I don't want you to be alone," I said.
"Why? I'm alone quite often. It's nothing new for me to be alone."
"Not at a time like this, Rudy," I said. "It was different before. But with Marlene gone ... "
"Marlene's gone, so she's gone. What can I do about it? It still won't hurt me to be alone."
I was very disappointed, but I kept my patience toward a better day for my side.
It was funny how both he and I had lost through the same person. At least with Marlene there, I had him also. But with her gone, I had nothing, nor did he.
I wondered where he'd go, when he finally said good night and departed, taking lonely strides down the steps and across the walk to his car.
So much as a woman thinks of herself, I don't believe that she likes to see a man lonely, unless she thinks such would bring him back to her. This wasn't the case with him; loneliness for Marlene wasn't going to return him to me. This I could see immediately.
Several times during the earlier hours of the evening I was tempted to call Rudy to see if he was home and to ask him how he felt. I clearly knew, really, that the sympathy I had toward and for him was that which I had for myself. But I refused to say it to myself; I chose to make myself believe differently.
Finally I called him.
When he surprised me by answering, I immediately said:
"Rudy, I think someone's trying to break into my back door!"
"Call the police," he said urgently. "They can get there quicker than I can. I'm six miles away."
"All right, Rudy, I'll call them. Good night!"
I felt foolish and realized that he'd know I was lying. All was fair in love and loneliness, so I didn't let it worry me much. It would take a little time, and Rudy and I would be back better than we were before Marlene came along, especially since we'd enjoyed sex together.
I recalled how it had been after I'd broken up with Shell; the nights had been so very lonely, and during office hours I'd hardly been able to concentrate on any part of my work. Many times I'd been forced to call Shell and ask him over, after which we'd have a wild round of sex, during which time he'd use me in about every way that was humanly possible.
If things got too rough for Rudy, he'd have to come to me. And when he did I'd capture his affection and make him forget all his other troubles-I thought. After all, no woman was any more than human, and I was a woman and I was human.
CHAPTER SIX
Shell sat opposite me on the long lounge in my living room. His black eyes stared into mine, and at times I thought he was looking clear through me. I had mixed him a drink, and he was whirling the glass, rattling the ice.
When I'd opened the door for him after having called him, he merely said:
"Well?"
That was Shell. He'd known I needed him, else I wouldn't have called. It did his ego proud for a woman to admit she needed him enough to call him for stud service. And I suppose that any other woman, like myself, who called him, had to take the same abuse I did, in order to get fucked where she wanted it.
I liked him and any other man best in my cunt, but Shell liked to shove his prick into my mouth, then force it into my throat. Then, after he'd gone off that way, he wanted to put it in my ass and push as hard and fast as he could. He was a superb stud with the lasting power of ten men; a satyr, if such existed.
He was, of course, heavily hung, much larger than the average "large." It was said by at least two men that when Shell had gone to a certain Negro prostitute, she'd actually paid him for services. You believe it? I don't know, but I don't doubt it. This time that I called him, I'd have agreed to pay him, had he asked.
To keep the story straight, though, Shell had money, and he had plenty of it. But he wouldn't be so opposed to taking pay, just to prove his importance.
"You didn't say yet why you called me," he finally said. "Not just to sit here and look at me."
"You know why I called," I countered. "When it comes to sex, I have no pride, and you know it. Why should I start whoring with some other man? I've done everything in the book with you, so for the sake of getting fucked, why should I ruin my reputation with some nice man?"
"You're saying I'm not nice, eh?"
"You know you're no damn good. You know that as well as I do."
"And you are good?"
"I didn't say that. I guess I'm no better than you, else I wouldn't have anything to do with you."
"Get off your fucking clothes!" he commanded. "I haven't got all night to fuck around with you."
"Here, or in the bedroom?"
"Here."
I started to take off my shoes, and he stopped me with:
"Your damn shoes last!"
That's how he'd always wanted it; the garter belt, hose and shoes were the last to come off. He loved to see women nude but for those pieces, with the pubic hair showing below the garter belt. Many times he'd fucked me with those garments on, then had finally made me take them off.
I removed my blouse and bra, going very slowly like I knew he liked to have me do. By the time the blouse and bra were off, his prick had grown to show prominently down the leg of his pants.
After I'd removed my skirt and half-slip, he rose and began removing his own clothes.
Once naked, he sat and looked at me standing in my garter belt and hose, one knee slightly bent to sex up the scene. My pubic hair was bushy and heavy, as I rarely if ever trimmed it. Shell's eyes were glued to it, and his cock stood straight up, pointing thickly toward the chandelier. Though he was obviously ready for any kind of action, I was doubtlessly hotter than he was and probably a hell of a lot more in need.
"Come on over here and get on it!" he demanded. "I told you I haven't got all night."
"Where do you have to go?" I asked, advancing toward him.
"Never mind, just get on it."
"You want me to sit on it, or do you want my mouth on it?"
"Your mouth, stupid! Hurry up, it hurts."
I fell between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I tried to get away with just nibbling on the huge head of it, but he pushed upward, sending it three or four inches into my mouth. I tried to keep a goodly amount of it in my mouth, but it was necessary, as usual, to withdraw, lest the damn thing enter my throat and choke me.
He didn't like that. He got to his feet, holding my head closely to him, then bent me backward to the floor, coming right down on top of my face, his cock pressing deeply into my throat. I was near the choking stage, when gush after gush of warm sperm rushed into my throat. I held off gagging as long as I could, when at last he got to his knees, pulling it out of my mouth.
"You're getting better," he said. "Who've you been practicing on?"
"Nobody."
He sat again and lit a cigarette and picked up his drink.
"You're a damn liar," he said. "Somebody's prick's been in your mouth. Whose was it?"
"A guy's. Somebody I know."
"Why isn't he here tonight? Why'd you call me?"
"Because I wanted to see you."
"Wouldn't he come?"
"Of course, he'd come. I didn't call him."
"You women're all alike. You lie like hell about everything. You couldn't get him to come over, so you called me."
"That's what you say. I didn't call anybody but you to come over. You're the only dirty bastard I know, and that's all I deserve!"
He very slowly put down his drink and butted his cigarette. When he rose, I knew what was coming. He took hold of me, both his hands under my arms, then lifted me up and slung me onto the lounge. He pounced upon me, turning me, back up, and he fell to my flesh, his prick touching my ass almost at the same time.
"Wait till I get something!" I exclaimed.
"To hell with it. I'm a dirty bastard, remember?"
He started the thing in, and it felt like the whole house was going in. The pain was maddening as it was, but when he shoved it as far as the inches lasted, I screamed out such a piercing scream that it even frightened me.
"You son of a bitch! You goddamn son of a bitch!"
For that, he pulled back about seven inches, then shoved it in again. Then he went like a mad man, in and out, in and out, slapping my ass with his midsection each time he came down. But after he'd done it for awhile, it started feeling good, but I kept on pretending like it hurt. When we both went at the same time, he still thought it was pain making my demonstrations so artful.
However good it had finally felt to me, it was a relief, when he pulled it out and got off me. He was smug, when he went to the bathroom. He cast a glance at me from over his shoulder, as much as to say, "I fixed you, you whore." He could be such a nasty person when he wanted to be. Still, he could be just the opposite, if the desire coincided with the occasion.
Upon his return, I expected almost anything. I got up quickly and took our glasses for a refill. By the time I'd returned his facial expression was calm, and he was acting like a human.
"Thank you, darling," he said, when I handed him the drink. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
"I'll live," I said, forcing a smile. "You should've used something to help it go in."
"I know. That was mean of me. But you called me a dirty name, and you know how I am about dirty names."
"I apologize about the name, Shell."
I wanted to get him in a good mood so he would fuck me the way I liked it best. Shell could produce when he wanted to, and after he'd finished, I'd know I'd been royally taken care of.
"I'll try to make it all up to you, Chick," he promised. "I know how it is when you're lonely and without sex."
"It's not all that bad," I countered mildly. "It's just that you and I were so good together."
"You know, this gal I'm going with now fits me just like you did, Chick," he revealed.
"Like I did?"
"Well, like you do, I should say. But you ought to meet her once. You'd really like what she has."
"Perhaps."
"Come on over and put your mouth on it," he ordered nicely.
I obeyed and dropped again between his legs. His cock was soft, and I was able to get most of the limberness into my mouth. But within seconds it began to swell, and by the time a minute had elapsed it was hard as a rock, I pulled back quickly and stood up.
"Put it in me, Shell. Please!"
He rose, put down his drink, and after I'd lain down and spread my legs, he w-edged himself between my legs. When the head of his prick got inside, I became crazy with desire. It felt so good, it made me wonder why I didn't just live day in and day out with a cock in me.
He pushed in rather easily, then I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist, lifting my ass as high as needed to get every fraction of an inch that might be left out otherwise.
"Give it to me, Shell!" I said. "Fuck me, baby. Oh, baby, fuck me good!"
Then I went off, going into a fit. Finally I relaxed and lay calm. Shell left it in until it got soft again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days later, reflecting back upon the evening with Shell, I recalled that after he'd fucked me from topside, behind, sideways, standing up, as well as my sitting on it, I still craved Rudy after it was all finished and Shell was gone. That disturbed me no end, because it meant that if I couldn't get Rudy, I had one hell of a void to fill.
It's doubtful that I was really a Lesbian, or even latent. But it was a certainty that I had enough tendencies toward women to make me search for a man to satisfy me. Had I been frivolous or promiscuous, I'd have engaged in intercourse with every man I could find. There had been for some time a deep unrest in my loins, but although I'd wanted to play the field extensively, I hadn't had that much courage.
It's true that I very often desired to go to or find a woman, because I hadn't wanted to get involved again with a man like I'd been with Shell. Many times I'd thought that a quick, short session with a gal would stall off my going out to look for clandestine affairs with whatever men I could find. I realized that doing something like that could become a worse and more devastating habit than keeping sexual company with women.
It's "not easy for a single woman; she needs sex just like any other woman. But she can't marry every man she sleeps with, and if she sleeps with too many she becomes too loose and not caring with whom she sleeps.
It was already eight o'clock, when my door bell rang. The little noise chimes had so seldom rung of late that I wondered who could be at my door. But the horrible loneliness I felt urged me rapidly to the door, and when I opened it, there stood Rudy, slouched and tired looking.
"Come in, Rudy!" I said gladly. "I wasn't expecting you."
He smiled vaguely and entered, not opening his mouth. I could see instantly that he felt no better than the last time I'd seen him.
"Have you eaten?" I asked, following him to the lounge, where he sat heavily.
"Yes."
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, I would, if you're drinking."
"I'd like to have a drink."
"I've had a couple already," he revealed.. "Could you make it just bourbon with ice?"
"Of course. I'll be back in before you can get comfortable. Slip off your shoes, if you'd like."
When his eyes met mine they seemed hollow and expressionless. It hurt me to see him like that, and I began to feel that he was worse than the last time I'd seen him, as though the few days while Marlene had been gone had taken a heavy toll on his well being.
In the kitchen I speculated on how I should act in his presence. My immediate thought was that his coming at all was a step in the right direction, a gesture in my favor. There was no way I could win if he stayed away.
I had wanted to ask him if Marlene had called at all, but I also didn't want to remind him of her, in case he wasn't thinking about her.
Being that his feet usually bothered him, he had removed his shoes by the time I returned with the drinks. To me, that indicated that he was in no particular hurry to leave, and that he might settle down with me for at least some hours. At least I hoped I was right in my thinking.
After I'd sat, I asked: "How've you been?"
"Absolutely great," he said, making facial expressions to indicate that he was being funny. "If things were any better, I'd blow out my brains."
"I'd wanted to call you, but I thought maybe I'd be bothering you."
"It's not always a bother when someone calls me," he said. "But I'm lousy at conversation these days, whether it's on the telephone or in person. As a matter-of-fact, I guess I shouldn't be here now. I'm in no frame of mind to be decent company."
"You're good company to me, no matter what frame of mind you're in," I assured him.
"You don't need my problems on your neck, Chick. You have enough of your own."
"If I were going to share anybody's problems, I'd want it to be your problems. When you and Marlene dropped out of my life it left quite a void. I find myself very lost in this world, and I've wondered often how you and Marlene were faring."
"I can't answer for Marlene."
That told me that he hadn't spoken to her and didn't know how she was getting along.
"I haven't heard from her, either," I said.
"It's peculiar you haven't, but then Marlene's a peculiar girl."
"I think she's just mixed up right now. She'll get over that and be back the way she was."
"I doubt it."
"How's your business?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.
"It hasn't been too good lately."
"We're running under last year," I said. "Are you ready for another drink?"
"Yes."
Mixing the drinks, I noticed that my emotions had gone up in a wild pursuit of something I felt would be unattainable-sex with Rudy that evening. Even though I was dressed in only a housecoat with nothing on underneath, I knew it would be useless to flash any nakedness around to attract him. In his mood he'd only think I was being obvious and vulgar.
He seemed more relaxed with the second drink in his hand, for which I was glad. It hurt enough-just not to have him, and it hurt even more to see him so sad and emotionally torn up.
Minutes passed into hours, and between Rudy and me there had been no sensible or serious conversation. Batting around with a softball when in a hardball game was senseless to me. He was lonely as hell and so was I, and why couldn't we both just say so and go to bed and make it together?
"Would you do me a favor, Rudy?" I asked finally.
"Perhaps. What?"
"Would you take me to bed?"
He looked at me, then glanced into his near-empty glass. When he didn't answer for such a long time, I thought I'd blown the whole deal by the way I'd asked.
He moved uncomfortably on the lounge, then said:
"I'm not sure I can perform, Chick. I tried it with somebody else the other night, and the whole deal was a total flop. I feel like I'm suspended in mid-air and can't get my feet to the earth. Just to use a beatnik expression, I can't seem to get in orbit."
"If you blow it, I'll understand," I assured. "I know how it is for a man."
"You think every man feels like I do when something like this happens?"
"If he feels the same about the woman as you feel about Marlene, yes."
"Chick, I could sit here and cry! I've never felt like this before in my entire life. I even feel like half my stomach's missing. With all the experience I've had with women, and as many women as I've known, you'd think this would be a breeze to get over. But I'm uncoordinated, forgetful, and even stupid. I've practically been lost in a trance, and I've driven as far as three miles, not realizing where I was going."
Talking about it would help him. Rudy was by nature quiet, and I'd known from the beginning that he disliked airing his problems before others, no matter whom he was talking to. To have him do so now was a sure sign that he really did hurt.
"I have a terrible fear in my stomach," he continued. "It's like being hungry all the time, and I can't eat. It is hunger, but not the kind food will stop. I think that as a human being I'm through, disintegrated into nothingness. I'm not even half a man."
His eyes were glistening, and I knew that unshed tears were floating between his eyelids. As well as talking about himself, he was talking about me, telling me how I felt, as if I didn't already know. Perhaps a woman's more accustomed to suffering, knowing fear day in and day out, and expecting to be caught on the short end of the stick. It hadn't been only about Rudy that I'd felt that way; on a few other occasions I'd known that feeling, and I, like Rudy would, got over it until the next time.
"How could Marlene love the way she said she did, then leave like that? You're a woman; you ought to know."
"She feels a strong duty to her raising and to her family, inasmuch as part of her family's connected with her marriage. She wants to live for herself and be happy, but so long as it's not bringing any happiness to the others, she suffers a guilt."
"But wouldn't she realize that I'm suffering? And that both of us are losing something wonderful?"
"She's not thinking of herself in the matter now, and she perhaps thinks you're stronger than she is and can weather out any bad aspects of it."
"Don't you think maybe that she just thought she loved me, and that she finally realized that she didn't, and that's the reason she flew the coup?"
"No," I said solemnly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Our converstaion went on through the later hours, with Rudy doing the majority of the talking. He seemed no less hurt, but he was more relaxed from emptying his heart, though it did fill up again without my realizing it. I was only half as bad off as he, since I had his presence but not his heart. He had neither Marlene's presence nor her heart, he thought, although at that very moment, I was to learn later, she was suffering as much as he.
Rudy announced finally that he was going to bed. Without any suggestion or direction beyond what I'd already used, he went to the bedroom and disrobed and got in bed. I followed minutes later, wearing only my skin.
He lay still, his arm lying across his eyes. I'd left the hall light on, and some of its reflection let a dim illumination into the bedroom. I dreaded to make a move toward him and lay there thinking how wonderful it would be to go to bed with him, at a time when he was solely interested in me. It seemed to me now that any attention I'd give him, especially in a sensual or sexual manner, would be invading his privacy.
It was at least half an hour later, after I'd turned several times, pretending to be restless and letting him know that I wasn't asleep, that I reached across the short distance between us and took his limp cock in my hand. I squeezed it lightly, flopped it back and forth several times, and finally it began slowly to grow.
Once it was semi-hard, I began skinning it, bringing the foreskin nearly over the head then pulling it back again. During the days when Marlene was around, his prick got stiff just sitting in her presence. Perhaps a normal woman would have given up even before we'd got into bed. But, of course, I guess I'm not a normal woman. I don't think I'd been any happier being a normal woman than the plain slut this story might reveal me to be.
A cock is more desirable when it's hard-stiff as a board, like some say-even if sucking on it is all you're going to do. But since Rudy's wasn't getting nearly that hard, I decided to take some action, nevertheless. I pulled back the covers, baring his body all the way to his knees, then bent over and took his cock into my mouth. The feel of him was good, and even the softness was electrical to my body.
Since my back was to him, I couldn't see if he still covered his eyes, but his body was dead weight upon the sheets, and neither hand touched me. I continued my up-and-down motions, sending the head of his prick occasionally deep into my throat. It was getting harder, but it wasn't throbbing like I'd known it to before. I tried to take it all, endeavoring to touch his pubic hair with my lips, but before I could get that far it began to gag me.
I speeded up my up-and-down motions, giving the job all the attention my knowledge allowed. Even if I could get him to pop that way, I thought, it would be a start. This state of affairs was so unlike the Rudy that Marlene had proved him to be-unfortunately, however, only in her presence.
I kept the motion going, handling and weighing his balls in my free hand, and persisting in getting it deeper into my mouth and throat. If I never got him off that way, I figured, at least I'd be getting one hell of a lot of practice on receiving in depth.
It finally got to the point that I was burning up myself, so I reversed and straddled him, guiding the cock hurriedly into my cunt. I squashed down on it, taking every inch all at one time, feeling it clear into the pit of my stomach. By now Rudy had removed his arm from over his eyes, and I reached and took both his hands and placed them on my tits, while I rolled my hips and twisted violently against his midsection.
"Can't you move a little, darling?" I asked. "I'm hotter than a cat! Pinch my tits hard. Do something to me."
He did pinch my tits, and he also squeezed them very hard, and within seconds I went off. I had the presence of mind to feel the cock start throbbing, and I continued to work wildly, until I popped the second time.
"Go some more, if you can," he said, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me harder downward. "Fuck it till you're satisfied."
"Oh, baby, baby!"
"Come on!" he urged.
"I am, honey, I am. God, I am!"
I was practically on fire.
"You're slowing down," he warned.
"I'm not, baby, I'm not!" I denied.
"Fuck harder," he said, making me hotter with his talk.
"Goddamn, goddamn! I'm coming again!"
He'd started me talking, and it seemed that I had to continue.
"You're slowing down. You're pulling it out," he hissed.
"I'm not, baby! I'm going crazy, and it's all the way in!"
I hardly realized who I was or where I was, when suddenly I collapsed and fell off him, totally exhausted. I recalled that he pulled me up so that my head rested on my pillow, then I lost consciousness momentarily.
It was nearly five minutes before I rallied enough to rise to one elbow and peer into his silent, expressionless face.
"Rudy?"
"Yes?"
"You really do satisfy me, you know it?"
"I'll take your word for it."
"Honestly, Rudy, I don't know how I'll live any sort of normal life without you."
"You'll have to," he said. "Yes, I know. But it'll be terrible."
"There're worse things," he said. "I wonder. I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right."
"But until you find somebody, will you come to see me? Or let me come to see you?"
"I don't know. It depends on how I feel. You know how crazy I am about Marlene. I'm not worth a damn to anybody so long as I feel that way about her."
"You were worth something to me tonight," I reminded him. "It meant the world to me for you to be here."
"It's not right, Chick," he said.
"I don't see why not. We three were together. Marlene would understand."
"It's not that. It's unfair to you. I just don't love you, Chick. I can't force myself to be some way that I'm not."
"I still want you, Rudy. I want to be with you every minute I can."
He was so silent that I quieted down my chatter. I could see that he was very miserable.
"How can I help you, Rudy?" I asked before thinking.
"By not trying to help," he said.
How definite could he be? How better could he tell me to mind my own business? It hurt like a lash with a whip across my back. I knew, though, that I was helping him right then; he'd been able to come to my house, and I was there waiting for him, and I needed him, and he surely got some satisfaction out of knowing that he'd helped me.
"Have you tried to see Marlene?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't have. "No."
"Why don't you?"
"She knows where I am, and she knows how to get in touch with me. If she wants to, she can either come or call."
That was the kind of man Rudy was. He wouldn't force himself upon anybody, no matter how great and important the reason.
"Why don't you let me call her?"
"No, please don't call her on my behalf."
I let the whole subject drop, but the night was still so young that I didn't feel like going to sleep. Very gingerly I reached again and took his soft cock into my hand. He hadn't gone off with me, and I wondered if I tried hard enough if I could accomplish such a feat. I squeezed it gently a few times, then lowered my head and took it into my mouth. It felt good in my mouth, and soon it began to get hard.
After caressing his scrotum numerous times, he hardened even more in my mouth, and I decided that was a chance to make him go off. I began long, up-and-down strokes, taking the head deeply into my throat, and I kept up my extra play with the scrotum. When he began to move slightly and raise his midsection, I knew I was getting somewhere.
Hitting and missing, I took him as deeply as I could, then let off quickly to avoid gagging. Suddenly, on one of the trips downward, I felt the warm sperm pouring into my throat, then his midsection lifted high, indicating that he was having a pretty good go of it.
I tried to swallow as fast as I could and still keep up the motion, but despite my efforts I lost a great deal of it. When he was relaxed, I nibbled cautiously and caressed him to an even greater calm. I felt so very good that I'd done that much for him, and I marveled at how much I'd enjoyed it compared to the type of sex I'd had with Shell. When I finally lay back on my pillow, I heard a slight snore escape his lips, and I knew he was asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
A week had gone by, and I hadn't heard from Rudy. My work had been hard and difficult to finish each day, and I felt terribly frustrated. I was beginning to need sex, almost any kind of sex. I realized that it was terrible to be like I was, but I just couldn't help it. Unless you're a woman, and unless you're troubled as I am, you just wouldn't understand how terrible it is to have to do without sex, when you want it so badly.
I finally decided to call Shell. I knew that I wasn't really up to the kind of punishment that he usually dished out, but better than nothing it would be, and after all the abuse I'd likely come out with some sort of a release.
To my surprise, a woman answered the phone in Shell's house.
At first I was going to hang up. But quickly, because of my most urgent need, I asked for him.
"Shell?" her voice questioned. "Why, Shell was killed four days ago, and he's already buried."
"Killed?" I heard myself say hollowly. "Did you say killed?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"A friend-Chick. Who are you?"
"I'm his sister. I don't believe I've ever heard him speak of you-but then I haven't been around him very much these past years...."
I don't recall very much of what little else was said between us. I had turned numb, and my mind went into scattered segments, much like shotgun pellets fired from the shoulder of an angry hunter.
Shell had no longer been very much in my life, but it still seemed to be an additional loss to my side of life. I do remember that I expressed my sorrow before hanging up, after which I sank into a chair, feeling very much like the loneliest woman in the world.
It must be borne in mind, however, that I didn't lose my desire for what I'd originally needed. Knowing that if I remained in the house I'd start crying, I decided to ready myself and go out-just anywhere I could find people and a chance to meet somebody.
I donned a clinging jersey dress that showed every curve my body contained. The jewelry I avoided, other than a pair of modest earrings and my watch. I wanted to look sexy and elegant, not flashy and cheap. So long as my large breasts protruded and the fabric of my garment clung closely to them, I knew I'd have no trouble attracting somebody interested in a night's action.
It was a cocktail lounge on 47th Street in which I ordered my first drink. There were a few couples sitting at tables, two women at the bar, and about three elderly men spaced distantly from one end of the bar to the other. I had selected a table to the rear and near the darkened corner and sat facing all the action, should there be any before I'd become disgusted and leave.
It seemed to me, while I sat there sipping the booze, that the few people in the place were lonely souls like I was, and that they were wasting their time coming there for any sort of a momentary new lease on life.
So often before, I'd gone to bars and lounges and found nothing but disappointment, then I'd gone home feeling worse than before I'd gone out.
Two more men, younger this time, walked separately into the lounge. It was obvious that they were known there by both the bartender and cocktail waitress. That wasn't the best bet for me. I wanted somebody who was as much in need of companionship as I was. The both of them, though, strained their eyes and gave me the once-over before they sat.
A short time later more men came in, all of whom surveyed the place thoroughly before sitting. From where I sat I could approximate the ages and physiques of all men who entered, but I had to guess as to their sanity. It was so very easy these days to find kooks, that a woman needed to be extremely careful in her selection when picking and choosing from those who frequented bars and lounges.
It was nearly ten o'clock that Friday night when Steve Rowan walked in. I had known Steve for longer than two years, but I'd never dated him. About a year before this meeting he'd married a blonde swinger, and he'd dropped completely out of sight, so far as traveling the routes where either I went alone or where I'd traveled with Shell or some of the others I'd gone with.
Steve didn't survey the place; he just took the first bar stool he found and ordered a drink. He seemed rather preoccupied with his thoughts and plans, and I doubt that he looked to any degree at any one of the bar patrons.
As soon as the cocktail waitress came toward my table, I waved to her and ordered another drink, and also asked her to tell the bartender to serve Steve a drink. I kept a close eye on the bar, and when the bartender nodded toward me, indicating to Steve that I'd bought the drink, he strained his eyes in my direction, trying to ascertain who I was. I'd met him through Shell, and I'd learned much later that he was a government man.
He picked up both his drinks off the bar and came my way, and it was obvious that he hadn't recognized me and didn't, until he closed to within ten feet of me.
"Chick baby!" he exclaimed. "You're a sight to a soft peter!"
"The way you talk," I admonished with mirth. "Couldn't you have thought of something else to say?"
"Perhaps, but how in the hell have you been?"
"Very fine," I lied. "How about you?"
"Couldn't be better. Did you get married?"
"No. How's the blonde bombshell?" I asked.
"She taught me to swing and we went swinging. Then one night she swung right out the door with another guy, and I haven't seen her since."
"Did you get a divorce?"
"No."
"Did she?"
"If she did, I haven't heard about it."
"You waiting to get her back?"
"No chance. Not that baby. Let me tell you about that some other day. Right now I want to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Just what you saw when you walked over here."
"Nothing?"
"How right you are."
"Do you swing?"
"I'm not sure of the term, and if I think I know, to what degree?"
"The whole route, except for the whipping bit. Normal huff and puff and sixty-nine and the swap bit."
"No Lesbians?"
"No Lesbians, no trades, and no queens."
"I guess maybe I could swing that way. Who's my starting horse?"
"Believe it or not, Chick, I'm available tonight. As a matter-of-fact, I'm already an hour late for a scene. The gal I'd promised to take popped her flowers about seven tonight, after she was already made up and raring to go."
"Any chance for a bust wherever you're going?"
"Not a chance. Nothing served but legal booze, black coffee, and plenty of suggestions on how to sex it up."
"Sounds like fun. Any of these couples married?"
"Most all of them are, but not necessarily to each other. We don't ask anybody if he's married-or if she's married."
"Taboo?"
"Practically."
"I have that habit, especially if I get interested in something."
"Don't get that interested in those cats. Think of another name for yourself-something very simple and easy to remember or to forget."
"Are these those mail-order swingers?"
"No, taut they don't care too much for anybody knowing who they really are."
"Government people?"
"Some. We have a couple of swinging reverends too."
"Very interesting," I commented. "That gives for swinging, then being saved."
"One of these boys is from Florida; the other's from Grand Rapids, Michigan. We don't ask occupations, either. Sometimes they tell you without asking, but not very often."
"Sounds like a sinister bunch."
"Not really. Just a sex-hungry bunch, scared to death of getting caught with their fingers in the cookie jar."
"I never heard them called cookie jars before," I quipped. "Can't a single man go to these swinging affairs?"
"They can if they have girls with them."
"I mean a man without a girl."
"They don't go for that. They want straight-across-the-board trades. Nobody wants to be left out. Better for everybody if the count's even. Say, let's blow this scene and get over there. It's clear across town, and we'll be losers as it is. Let me go call and warn them that we're coming."
He left me and made his way to a phone. I gave the proposition a lot of thought during his absence but came up with a stronger willingness to go. Soon he returned, and we left the bar.
CHAPTER TEN
I was notified while Steve drove toward the swingers hideout that he wasn't really Steve, but that around town he was known as Steve, so it was all right to call him that.
"Just call me Bennie," I told him.
"I'll do," he agreed. "If you know anything about me forget you know it. I might be hard to find around there, because there's a little gal that I must fuck. I almost got her the last time we had a blowout, but I was two drinks ahead of myself and couldn't make it."
"How you talk!" I reprimanded.
"Change your mind about that, Bennie girl," he warned. "The cats where we're going don't use any other words to describe what they like to do best."
"How dreadful!" I pretended to care.
"Dreadful or not, I'm giving it to you straight. If you want to change your mind, you'd better think about it now."
"I don't usually change my mind."
"Then plan on the most."
Just then he turned into a tree-lined driveway and drove distantly, before we reached the secluded house. It was a sinister-looking place sitting mid-center of approximately five acres of land. It was completely hidden by foilage and trees, and there were numerous vicious dogs chained around the place.
A man met us when Steve stopped, and his presence quieted the dogs, but that did nothing toward changing their dispositions.
Steve introduced me to the man, then we entered the house. Everybody was still clothed, and there were fewer than twenty people in sight. I'd never seen such a large living room, and what appeared to be a play room fell two steps off from the main room and sprawled another thirty feet toward the reverse plan of the house. There must've been at least thirty-six hundred square feet combining both rooms.
"Finally got here, Steve!" a voice said, interrupting my count of visible heads.
"Hi, Willie!" and Steve shook hands with the big man. "I see things're still under control."
"We got started late this evening. There was a bad accident out front awhile ago. There were cops all over the place."
"You don't say! Here, Willie, I want you to meet Bennie-Bennie, this is Willie the host. If he wants anything give it to him."
"Pleased to meet you, Bennie," Willie said, extending his hand.
"Pleasure meeting you," I said, accepting his handshake.
"If you kids will excuse me," he said, "I'll finish what I started to do. See you around, Bennie."
Before I could see Willie off, I turned to say something to Steve, but he was gone, as if he'd disappeared into thin air. I turned in another direction in time to see Willie's huge frame walking erectly up the staircase. I felt awfully dumb standing there by myself, and I was tempted to backtrack and leave the place.
Just as I looked again toward where most of the people were, I saw a pretty blonde coming my way. I couldn't tell at first whether she was coming to me or by me, but when she closed to within three feet of me I realized that she was coming to me.
"I'm Helen," she said, extending her hand to me. "It looks like the men left you to fend for yourself."
"They call me Bennie," I returned. "And I don't know where my escort went."
"He went through that door," she said, pointing to my left. "That leads to the barroom, and I think he went to get drinks."
She linked her arm with mine and started leading me toward the crowd.
Watch out, Bennie girl, I said to myself. This little doll's a Lez, and she wants to chew your crotch.
"In order to remember everybody's name-if that's possible-it's better to meet them one at a time, as the night wears on, instead of being introduced to them all at once," she told me, stopping before we reached the bulk of the congregation. "We had a delay tonight, so not too many's wound up yet. But they're getting there."
"Who're you here with?" I asked.
"Not anybody, really. The big chunk of bone and flesh you met by the door is my husband. I actually live here."
"Oh," I was taken aback slightly.
"Yeah, he's six-four, weighs two-forty, and unlike most big men, he's hung like a stud horse."
"That should make you happy," I ventured.
"Not quite," she said. "It hurts too damn much. My twat's too small and shallow for the likes of him. We've just been married a year now. That's why I like these get-togethers, there's always a small one around in somebody's pants."
I was relieved to see Steve coming toward us with two drinks in his hands.
"Hi, there, Helen," he greeted her.
"Hello, lover boy. Who're you aching for tonight?"
"The same one, believe it or not," he reported. "I think I've got some good merchandise to trade.""
"I see you have," she said, turning then to me and smiling. "I think Hoagy'll like you, Bennie."
"But will I like him?" I asked.
"Honey, we're all supposed to like and be happy with any one of us," she said. "If you see somebody here you don't want to sex it up with, it's better to go home before he gets something in you."
"So it's that way," I nodded. "Is there anyone here you don't like?"
"No. But I'd prefer somebody else would get that big-pricked husband of mine-that I explained to you before."
"Hey, Hoagy!" Steve yelled at someone. "Come here. I want you to meet somebody."
A normal six-footer came toward us. He was about one-ninety, black wavy hair, and he was quite handsome. Had I met him on the street, I'd never thought him as even a possible swinger.
"This is Bennie," he said. "Bennie, meet Hoagy."
"Hello, Bennie," he said, not offering his hand. "What're you doing with this tramp?"
"She picked me up at the freight yards," Steve answered for me. "Don't you two run off together too soon now."
"You'd stoop to about anything to get yourself buried in Josie, wouldn't you?" Hoagy asked Steve, laughing. "Come on, Bennie, let's you and me go mill about a little."
I took his arm and allowed him to lead me off to a corner where two chairs and a cigarette table nestled. Just as we sat and turned our eyes upon the people, we saw a couple dancing on the rug, about midcenter of the living room. The guy had both his hands wrapped around her butt, and her dress was all the way up to her waist, she wore no panties. The girl had a pretty set of cheeks, and she was twisting and rolling her hips as if her cunt were on fire.
I could see that I was in for quite a night, because I was already getting hot watching that scene, and I presumed that was only a beginning of what would come later as the party wore on.
"That's Bernice the rapist," Hoagy told me. "Nobody gets past her."
"She actually rapes men?" I asked innocently.
"Who'd refuse her?"
I could see what he meant, as right at that moment she skinned off the top of her dress, baring two of the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. She was shorter than five-four, and her tits were well shaped but huge. Within seconds the dress fell to the floor at her feet, and she carefully stepped away from the fabric and kicked it aside so she and her partner could dance.
Though he had kicked off his shoes, her partner wore his slacks and shirt. The bulge in his pants was quite visible when he made a three-quarter turn toward us, and I couldn't help but wish I were in Bernice's place.
"Have you ever been to a party like this?" Hoagy asked.
"No."
"Well, now that Bernice has them off, you'll see some activity among the others. Bernice is the leader of all the sex and fun."
He was right; from another part of the crowd came a man stark naked, and he pushed away Bernice's partner and began dancing with her. His prick was hard and sticking straight out and between her legs, and she drew her legs together and rolled her hips.
The man Bernice had been dancing with removed his clothes quite hurriedly, but before he could join the scene again, Bernice and her new partner were on the floor, and he was hammering his hips at her midsection.
"There's about five exhibitionists here," Hoagy told me, not seeming to be bothered about what was taking place in front of us. "It won't be too long before you see the other two."
I was already creaming my panties, and I'd begun to think that I shouldn't have worn any.
"Here come the other two!" Hoagy warned me.
This was a couple, a red-haired man and the woman had long black hair. They were naked, and they took their place beside Bernice and her partner, and they fell immediately into a sixty-nine, she on top and he on the bottom.
Goddamn! Her ass was aimed toward Hoagy and me, and I could see the guy's tongue working as though he were starving to death.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Somebody had dimmed the lights, but activity was still quite discernible in both rooms, I saw Willie's wife Helen making the scene with a man, but he was standing in front of her, where she sat on a sofa, and she was taking his moderate-sized penis in her mouth. Both of them were naked, and, as a matter-of-fact, except for Hoagy and me, everybody that I could see was naked.
I hadn't seen Steve anymore, and he was living up to his promise about making himself scarce. I don't know how many orgasms I'd had, but I'd been having them! The exhibitionists had been putting on quite a show, and Bernice was trading off with first one, then the other, and so was the long-haired girl who, with her partner, had joined Bernice and the other man on the floor.
"Let's take a walk," Hoagy said, rising.
"Where to?" I asked, not wanting to leave my ringside seat.
"To somewhere I know that's secluded," he replied.
I followed him out of the living room and down a hallway, then he opened a door and entered a dark room. I followed closely behind, and soon he switched on a light to show me a beautifully furnished bedroom with a satin-covered king-sized bed.
"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself," he ordered. "I know your pants are wet from watching the swingers. You might as well undress in there too."
I obeyed, closing the bathroom door behind me-for what reason nobody knows.
But my panties were wet, and after I'd washed myself quite well, I rinsed my panties and hung them over the shower curtain. When I returned to Hoagy, he was lying upon the bed, and his horse-sized dick was looking straight up at the ceiling.
"Suck it," he said, when I'd put one knee upon the bed.
"It's too big. I couldn't get that thing in my mouth."
"Why don't you try? I lose my patience easy."
I climbed all the way onto the bed and got on my knees and bent over, then opened my mouth as widely as I could and started forcing the cock into my mouth. It felt like one side of my mouth was splitting where my lips joined, but I kept on trying until I'd w-edged the thing at least three inches in my mouth.
I wouldn't have guessed that Hoagy was a satyr; his manner was so calm, and he'd not seemed in a hurry about getting with me. But I'd made only a few up-and-down motions, skinning his cock back and forth several times, when he shot off in my mouth. Both his hands were on my head, forcing me to take more of him, and I wasn't able to swallow even half of what was coming out of him. He didn't wait for me to get organized, but rather slung me flat to the bed and got between my legs.
When his prick started in, I was glad I was one of those leaky gals and had a lot of moisture. He was the biggest I'd ever tried to take, and as hot and tormented as I was, it hurt something awful, when he shoved it all the way in and began pounding at me like he needed to catch a train. His balls were big and heavy, and they slapped at the inside cheeks of my butt below my cunt, and suddenly I began having an orgasm, despite the pain.
"Hurt me!" I implored. "Fuck me harder!"
"Reach and get it, you whore!" he said. "Reach and get what Daddy has to offer!"
I reached. I tossed. I rolled my hips. It was good. It was better than good. I shot off, then started for seconds. Just as my second time started rolling around, he gave two giant shoves and began moaning from an orgasm. I bucked upward harder, trying to get more of him, though I knew he was all the way in. Before he'd finished his flight to the stars, I went like the hot cat that I was, and all the stars in the sky came crashing upon me.
Hoagy waited only seconds, then he started again, this time with even more fury than before. Because I was cooled off considerably, it hurt just like when he'd first rammed it into me.
"Move it!" he commanded. "Get some life in your ass!"
"It hurts!" I admitted. "You're too goddamn big!"
"Shut up and fuck!"
I shut up and began to reach upward for him. His commanding attitude and words had heated me up again, and all I could think of was getting my share while it lasted. I began to have rabbit orgasms, one after the other. It was like popping the links of a chain, and my whole body went into sexual hysterics.
"Stop! Stop, damn it!"
"Shut up!"
"Stop it!"
It did no good. He rammed harder, and soon the rabbit orgasms stopped, and I started again for the big game.
Our next shoot-off came simultaneously, and it was so strong that it blasted my ears and stopped them up, somewhat like when you start losing altitude on a mountain road or in a plane.
At first, after finishing, I wasn't able to get up, anyhow.
But as soon as I thought I was, I said:
"I have to go to the bathroom."
He let me up, and I hurried to the bathroom and cleaned myself. I dressed quickly, stuck my wet panties into my purse, then came back out and made five long steps to the bedroom door.
"Where you going?" he asked, rising to an elbow. "Out."
"I'm not through!"
"You're through with me," I told him. "If I want to get screwed to death, I'll get a job in a whorehouse."
"Aw, come on, Bennie," he pleaded. "What did I do?"
"You just about killed me, that's what you did. That prick of yours is just too damn big for a human."
Before he could say another word, I opened the door and strode out. As I came out of the hallway and into the living room, I bumped smack into Willie. It reminded me of walking into a brick wall.
"What you doing with your clothes on?" he asked.
"What're you doing with yours on?" I countered.
"I just had to go out and make the rounds of the yard to see if everything's in order."
"Oh! Well," I said hesitantly, "I was getting ready to part company with all you good people."
"But you just got here! The party's not even started good yet. By six in the morning, we'll be having a ball."
"Six in the morning? Why, it's only eleven-thirty now. Don't any of you ever get sleepy?"
"Not on Friday night. If you're sleepy, I'll give you a dixie."
"I'm not sleepy."
I started to make reference to Hoagy's too big a prick, when I recalled that Helen had said that Willie was built like a horse.
"Then what're you worrying about? Come on-get off the duds and join the party."
"Could you get me a drink, Willie? I think I'm all confused."
"Sure, I will. You just come in with me to the barroom, and we'll get us a drink. We can't have you either thirsty or confused, nor sleepy, for that matter."
All five of the people in the barroom-three women and two men-were naked, and I hadn't recalled seeing them before. At least I knew they weren't the exhibitionists. But they all looked concernedly at my clothes, as if I were a party crasher.
"She's well dressed," one of the girls said.
"That's enough, Josie!" Willie reprimanded. "Bennie's already been mistreated enough in this house."
So that was Josie, I thought. A pretty little bitch whose ass protruded abnormally and whose tits stuck out like they were leading a parade. No wonder Steve wanted some of that. It had been a long time since I'd had a woman, and of late I hadn't wanted another one. But after feasting my eyes upon that, I was rapidly changing my mind.
"I'm sorry, Bennie," she apologized, coming to me and putting her arms around me, pressing those tits against me. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"You didn't," I said, assuringly. Then I whispered, "If you don't want me raping you, you'd better get those tits away from me!"
She pulled back only slightly, as though she weren't sure of what I'd said. Then, one of her hands on my shoulder, she reached up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
"What're you drinking, Bennie?" Willie asked.
"Scotch and ice," I said, wanting to grab one of Josie's tits.
"See me when you get rid of him!" Josie whispered emphatically.
I nodded so as not to tip my hand to anybody else there, then stepped closer to Willie to receive my drink. After I'd taken the drink, Willie nodded to me, indicating that we should walk away from the others.
When we were out of earshot of them, he said:
"You know, you appeal to me very much. Since I'm the host here, I don't take the same liberties that the other men do. What I'm really getting at is, would you have any objections if we get together?"
I sipped my drink and thought, not knowing what to say. As far as getting together with him, he would've likely been my pick of the
CHAPTER TWELVE
I followed instructions and entered the second door to my right, after reaching the landing. It was a luxurious bedroom fully furnished and every bit as pretty as the one Hoagy and I had used. Willie wasn't longer than two minutes behind me, and he was smiling radiantly, when he entered and closed the door.
"I feel like a sneak," I reported.
"That's a waste of feeling," he said. "Why don't you get comfortable?"
"I'll start when you do."
"If you're waiting on me you're wasting your time," he said, dropping his pants. "I was already undressed once tonight. Nobody downstairs has a stitch on, nor anybody upstairs, for that matter-but us."
I began to disrobe, and when he skinned off his shorts, his limber cock hung halfway to his knees, and it was the longest I'd ever seen soft. I'd completely undressed and lain on the bed, and he'd skinned off everything, before his cock ever began to rise to life. As he played with my whole bunch, but I didn't know if I should act anxious or not.
"If you don't want to, you certainly don't have to. My being the host gives you a chance to say no."
"I don't see any objections to getting with you," I said.
"I'll meet you near the staircase in five minutes!" he said. tits and I handled his scrotum, the thing got bigger and bigger, until I saw what Helen his wife had meant.
"I think you're too big for me, baby," I commented, moving my hand to his cock and skinning it back. "Does any woman really take all of that?"
"Quite a few of them."
"I wish I could see one take it."
"Would you like for me to get a mirror?"
"I mean, I'd like to see some other woman take it."
"You'll like it-the way I do it. Some of those heavily endowed boys just don't use them right."
I was very anxious to try to take him, and I wasn't afraid, though I doubted that I could actually take all of it. I was already hotter than a she cat, and holding the damn thing in my hand wore on my imagination. He raised himself partially and began sucking on my tit, racing his tongue over my nipple, not cooling me one damn bit.
"I think you'd better try your luck with that monster," I told him. "But for Christ's sake, don't ram it all in at one time. I don't want a hysterectomy at my age yet."
"I promise to be gentle," he said, climbing into the saddle.
I kept my legs down, just in case he decided to land me a good one with his heavy cock. There was plenty of moisture, and the head slipped in quite easily, and he just nibbled at the inside edge of my cunt with the head, until I got so damn hot that I lifted my butt to get more of it. It went in at least five inches, and it just served to set me more on fire. He worked with short strokes, making sure he didn't get it too far in, and I wanted it all by that time. "Put it in!" I yelled loudly.
"Easy, baby," he soothed. "Just be happy with a little at a time."
"Don't tease me. Give me that prick!"
And he gave it to me! All the way in. It hit something and I screamed, half in ecstasy and half in pain.
It was like when you're a kid and somebody hits you with a rock and you see a million stars. He had stopped, after having shoved it to the hilt, and after I'd settled down considerably I felt very full, as though I'd just finished eating too much. It was a good fullness, however, and I started to squirm and enjoy the semi-suffocation. Then Willie pulled back quite a few inches.
"Keep it deep!" I demanded. "Let me work against it."
"Work your pretty little ass off against it," he said.
And I did almost work it off against his long, hungry cock. I was aware that I was injuring myself somewhere inside, but it felt so good that I just couldn't bring myself to stop. It wasn't Willie's fault. He'd wanted to hold back and take it easy. But not me! I was the hoggish slut who wanted all of it, and as hard as he could shove it.
When I went, I thought I felt Willie's sperm sprinkling my entire insides. He hadn't been shoving it, but I'd been working drastically against it, and had there been an audience, one would have sworn that I was going out of my head. I recall bucking and screaming with all the strength of my body and lungs, and I was conscious that Willie was trying to restrain me and hold me in place, with both of his hands gripping my buttocks.
I don't remember how long it was before I calmed down enough to realize where I was and what I'd been doing and with whom. But Willie was rubbing and stroking my buttocks, and he was laying light kisses on my neck and cheek. He wasn't just a sex maniac, and I wondered why he was the host of such goings-on.
"At the expense of sounding corny," he whispered, "you're a terrific lay, Bennie."
"Why? Because I can take all of that and Helen can't?"
"Helen can take it. She's taken it a lot of times. She just likes to complain, so she can have other activities."
"Really?"
"I'm not kidding you."
"I wonder."
"Wonder all you like."
"I will."
"It might come as a surprise to you, but I don't particularly care for these parties and orgies."
"You mean you don't enjoy yourself?"
"I do sometimes. But I'd rather have one woman to love and possess than to run from one pair of pants to another, trying to get satisfied."
"Why don't you stop the parties?"
"Because Helen likes them. This isn't new to her; she used to have them when she was married before."
"I see."
Like always, there were contradictions among the stories one heard. Perhaps he was right and maybe he wasn't. It didn't really matter to me, except that I agreed with him about needing only one person to satisfy my needs, if that would ever be possible to find.
But there was only one man who I thought could satisfy my needs, and that was Rudy, and he was almost deathly in love with Marlene. I had often wondered if I'd change my mind if I had him all the time-wondered if I'd venture off to other men-but I had doubted it as many times as I had wondered.
I reached over and took Willie's huge animal into my hand. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft, either. It was like a mass lump of gristle, and when it responded to my touch it felt like a live snake starting to crawl away from me. Willie might've been another man who could've satisfied me completely, though I never had the urge to find out. I thought not, however, because after he'd really fucked me good and proper, I still wanted more of what he'd given me.
Although I knew his shank was too big for my mouth, and knew that I couldn't do him any real justice, I bent around so I could make a try at getting it between my teeth and into my mouth. I got the head in and it was like a huge blob stopping its entry just past my teeth. I kept forcing it until I got about three inches in, and it began hurting my jaws.
"Keep it there, baby!" he yelled. "Keep it there!"
He began coming into my mouth, and I began trying to swallow. It was like an avalanche filling my mouth, and I tried my damndest not to gag and choke. When it finally stopped coming, I pried my mouth off it and climbed aboard to get some of it into my hot love nest. I settled down hurriedly on it and took every inch and ground my box against his pelvis. What a cock that man had! It was hurting me, but what a glorious pain!
"Bear down on it, baby!" he urged emphatically. "Take all your daddy has!"
"I'm taking it, you bastard!" I yelled back. "Reach up and ram it against me!"
He held my hips with both hands and sent his midsection upward, touching bottom. It was about all I could do to keep from screaming, and I started going off, a blast of stars crashing down upon my head.
"I'm coming, Rudy! Give it to me good, sweetheart. Ram it harder!"
All the words I was saying were hitting the wall and coming back to my ears.
"Ride it harder, baby!" Willie yelled. "Grind that ass against your love shaft."
Immediately after orgasm I fell to my side, off him. I was panting and out of breath, and I knew I'd been had but good. Even in such a tired and confused state, I was reaching to find his cock again.
"Cool it for now, Bennie," he told me. "Rest awhile and enjoy what you had."
"Enjoy it. Yes, goddamn! And did I enjoy it."
"Who's Rudy, baby?"
"Rudy?"
"Yeah. Who's Rudy?"
"I know a Rudy. Why?"
"You were calling me Rudy."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Willie!"
"I guess he must've done you good-given you what you needed."
"Could be," I said. "I didn't mean to call you that."
"That's all right, baby. I understand. I guess we'd better get dressed and go see what's cooking around."
"Yes," I agreed. "I guess we had!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I never made it back to the little Lez that I'd caught a momentary cold for. After having left Willie, I was caught and laid by two more party men with sizable shafts and who knew how to use them. I'd swallowed so much sperm I felt like I was pregnant for sure, and it began to puzzle me as to why I'd taken such a sudden liking to a spitting cock.
I must've looked a sight when I alighted from a cab and entered the house. But what perhaps made me feel more like that was the shock of seeing Marlene sitting calmly on the sofa at five o'clock in the morning.
"Hi, Chick," she said. "You look beat."
"I am. How long you been here?"
"Since ten last night. Was Rudy with you?"
"No."
"Have you seen him at all tonight?"
"No."
"You're not kidding me, are you?"
"No, Marlene, I'm not kidding you. I've been to a party."
"I've called him on the half-hour since I got here," she said.
"Are you back for awhile?"
"I'm back for good," she said. "I love Rudy, and I don't care what any of them say. I'm staying this time. Will you help me get him back, Chick?
I didn't answer right away. All I could think of was how miserable Rudy'd been since she'd left, and how she didn't need any help.
"Don't you approve of us going back together, Chick?"
"Of course, I do, sweetie!" I assured her. "Why would you think something like that?"
"Because," she said, standing up, "you love him too."
I didn't really owe Marlene anything, but somehow I was sorry that she knew that I did love Rudy.
"Is that why you left?" I asked.
"No, that wasn't why I left. You know I have problems with my family."
"Then you didn't figure I posed a threat to yours and Rudy's relationship?"
"No, I didn't figure you did. I didn't mind sharing him with you. You see, Chick, I happen to know that he loves me."
"Yes, I guess you would know that, wouldn't you?"
"Are you sorry I'm back?" she asked.
"No, because he's no good to me without you. And you're right, I don't pose a threat to you. But you pose a threat to both yourself and Rudy."
"Then you are sorry I'm back."
"No. I'm glad."
"Will you help me get him back?"
"You don't need any help, Marlene. Rudy'll show up soon, and when he learns you're back, he'll be more than tickled."
"I'm not sure he'll feel the same about me as he did before. I don't know why I had to run, but I couldn't help it. I know I love him more than anything in the world-a much different love, of course, than I have for my daughter and family.
Maybe I'm crazy, Chick."
"Could be," I admitted. "Do you think I'm crazy?"
"How should I know? No, I guess I don't think you're crazy. I know if I had another chance at Rudy-like the one you had-I'd think I was crazy if I let go of him when I didn't have to."
She sank to the sofa again and began thinking pensively. I was sorry for what I'd said to her, but at the same time I did doubt her sanity.
"Maybe I shouldn't start it all over again," she said shortly. "Perhaps he's better off without me."
"You know better than that! Besides, a man never knows when he's better off. He might be better off without you, but he might also go crazy wanting you."
"I don't want anything bad to happen to Rudy," she said, starting to cry. "My husband threatened to kill him, and I really don't know what to do."
"I'll tell you one thing, Marlene. I think I'm pretty hot stuff, but I don't think I'm worth some man getting killed for. I think you'd better make your choice either one way or another, and then you'd better stick to it, before you do get somebody killed-like Rudy!"
"Oh, Chick, I'm so confused!"
"Don't be confused. Just be sensible."
"I think I'll go back," she decided. "I don't think I'd better even see Rudy."
"That doesn't sound sensible, Marlene. Maybe you should see Rudy before you do anything."
"I guess you're right," she conceded. "I think I'll get some sleep, then call him again. Do you mind?"
"No. I think you should have all your wits about you when you do see him. Take a snooze and you'll be in better shape."
She went to bed and conked out within the first three minutes. I made coffee, drank some, and thought and thought. I hadn't figured I had a chance with Rudy, but for some reason I wasn't happy that Marlene was back. While she didn't offer a threat to me, I felt that Rudy was in for some more heartbreak.
When I'd finished the coffee to the last bit of wet grounds, it was nine o'clock and I called Rudy. He answered.
"Rudy, it's me."
"I know."
"Did I wake you?"
"No. I just got here. What's on your mind?"
"Marlene."
"What about her?"
"She's back."
There was at least two minutes of silence. I could hear him breathing very heavily into the mouthpiece.
"Do you want me to wake her so you can talk to her?" I asked. "No."
"Will you come over or call her later?"
"No."
"Don't you want to see her?" I asked.
"If she stays around very long, I'll probably see her. If she calls me I'll talk to her. But your calling isn't the same."
"I understand. I won't mention that I called you. She tried to call you all night. She started to leave this morning, but I talked her out of it."
"You shouldn't have. If she doesn't want to stay anymore than that, then she should've gone."
"You have to try to understand better than that, Rudy," I told him. "This girl's in real trouble, and she's very confused."
"We're all in trouble in one way or another, and I'm confused too," he said.
"How long will you be there?"
"I'm leaving now for the office."
"All right, Rudy. I'll let her call when she's awake and ready. Have a good day."
"'Bye, Chick."
I looked at the dead phone, wondering what life was all about. Why were couples who met so uneven? Why couldn't there be a happy medium? It seemed that there always had to be something hellishly wrong between them. One loved; the other didn't. One could go and do; the other couldn't. Always something wrong.
I dragged myself into and out of the shower, and I felt much better for the washoff. Since I'd decided not to sleep at all, I cleaned my face and painted on a new one and dressed as though I intended to go somewhere. By the time this was all done, it was after ten o'clock. I was thinking of waking Marlene, when she showed up in the kitchen where I was making the second pot of coffee.
"Good morning again," she said tiredly.
"Good morning. Are you hungry?"
"No, but I could use some coffee."
"I'm just making some now."
"I've decided not to call Rudy to let him know I'm back. If he should come over, I'll get out the back door."
"Now, why is all that?" I asked.
"I don't want to start things all over again and have something go wrong."
"I thought you said you were back for good?" I asked.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm not. To tell you the truth, I don't know what I'll feel like from one day to the next."
Wasn't that something! Already she was wavering. Why did she profess such deep love for the man? I'm a woman, but right then I began wondering about women. I just decided to wait until Rudy came over, and I knew she'd change her mind once she got into his arms.
I let her talk about whatever came to her mind, and when the coffee was ready I poured it and continued to listen. She said very little about the past. Her heavy conversation was on the future, and Rudy was included.
A nice home for her and Rudy. Everything for her and Rudy. Still she hadn't made one attempt to call him since she'd awakened. I began to expect Rudy to call, and how many times I wished he would isn't even funny.
That's why I was more than disturbed, when the day wore away and evening approached, and still Rudy hadn't called. I couldn't understand either one of them, and especially Rudy.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was nine o'clock that night before Marlene decided to call Rudy. She had started squirming, and I knew her cunt was itching. To say that this was an indication that she loved him only sexually might well be as wrong as sin, but it did give me plenty of cause to wonder.
But if sex was her only purpose, then why didn't she get some from other sources? She could've found somebody-plenty of men-right in her own home town, and the town wasn't small enough so that everybody would know about it.
"I don't think I can stand it much longer, Chick," she told me. "To think that Rudy might be in town and here I am, and still we're parted, makes me almost shudder."
"Why, really, have you waited so long to call him?" I asked.
"You know, I think I'm afraid he'll tell me to go jump somewhere. And still I'm afraid that if I call again like I did last night, he won't be home."
While she'd been giving me those answers, I also wondered why Rudy could wait so long, knowing damn well she was there. Why was he so stubborn? Could it be that he really didn't love her? Was it just sex with him too?
"Do you think I should call him, Chick?"
"Oh, for Christ's sakes! Why should you have to ask me? Don't you know if you love the guy or not?"
"Of course I know if I love him! I need courage. I have no pride when it comes to him, but I think I'd die if he turned me down. Why don't you call him and tell him I'm here?"
"Nothing doing! You call him yourself. First you'd decided to call him, then you started hedging, now you want me to call. I think it's high time you made up your mind once and for all."
"You're right. If he turns me down, I'll just have to bear it and weep."
I didn't reply. She went into the bedroom and used the extension, so I didn't hear a word she said to Rudy.
When she returned to me she was beaming happily, and she said:
"He's coming over! Oh, God, don't ever let anything happen between us again. I'm going to take a fast shower and a douche and get a new face on."
I heaved a deep sigh, thinking that Marlene was quite childish. But she had her way and I had mine,-and except for her indecisive mind I wouldn't have minded trading places with her. My heart was playing pitter-patter games at the thought of seeing Rudy again, and I wondered if the three of us could play together like we had before. Those had been happy days, but now that Marlene had expressed her desire to have a home with him I doubted that she'd play orgy anymore.
I figured if she followed the well-known rule of thumb, she'd get Rudy off to herself and play bedtime until she sapped his backbone dry. But then the thought also occurred to me that I'd never seen her follow any rule of thumb. No type of rule, for that matter. She was a commodity like none I'd ever seen.
"Now I'm ready!" she announced happily.
"Good!" I replied. "Now I can go to bed and get some sleep."
"But you can't!" she protested. "He's probably right up to the door now."
"That's all the reason why I should lay me down to sleep. I haven't been to bed for nearly thirty-six hours, and you two won't need me around."
"Have you changed that much toward me, Chick?" she asked very seriously.
"I haven't changed toward you, but I'm damn sleepy and tired. You two lovers get acquainted again, and I'll catch up with you tomorrow."
Her disappointment was indicative that she still thought of the three of us being together in the sex role. Be that as it may, I was terribly tired, and too I didn't want to see the reunion. I knew it would make it worse for me, should a parting come about later.
"Good night, Marlene. If you kids want to use the bed, you know where it is."
"Good night, Chick, and thanks."
I wanted to say "for what," but instead I accepted the kiss she placed on my cheek, and I went off to bed, only to strain my ears to hear what happened when Rudy arrived. But I heard nothing. I was asleep immediately after my heed hit the pillow.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning otherwise. My head felt like it normally did when I'd been smashed. The dreams I recalled were tragic and stupid, and they were vivid as well.
After I'd finished the coffee-making chore, I peeked in to see if the bedroom was occupied. It was, and both Rudy and Marlene were naked and uncovered. Rudy was lying on his back, and her head was resting on his arm. His cock was standing straight up as though he'd died with a hard-on and it was to remain that way.
"I wish I could do that for him," I said aloud to myself.
If wishes were peckers we could all have a suck, I thought. Eight o'clock Sunday morning, and what was there to look forward to? Sit at the kitchen table and drink coffee and wonder if any kind of decent life would ever come to me. The whole damn world seemed crazy and empty. Live in hope and die in despair.
I hadn't drunk my second cup of coffee before I felt the presence of someone standing at my back in the kitchen. I turned, and there was Rudy, naked, his prick sticking straight out as if it were looking for water to drink. "What in the...."
"Don't be alarmed," he said quickly. "The damn thing won't go down."
"Maybe you should try sleeping with me again, and it'll stay down all night."
"You're being nasty, Chick," he admonished. "It's clean; put it in your mouth!"
He moved closer to me, and the cock was only a few inches from my left tit. Almost as if I were under the prick's power, I reached for it and guided it into my mouth, bending myself over low enough to take it deeply into my throat. I made only a few back-and-forth motions, until it began spitting in my mouth.
But I didn't let go. I kept it in until long after it had stopped gushing. I had expected Rudy to go soft after that, but he didn't. When I'd finally withdrawn from the head, he took my arm and urged me to stand, after which he turned me around to face the table, my butt facing him. As soon as he took my neck and started forcing me forward, I knew what he wanted me to do. I did as he wanted, touching the table with my elbows and swaying my back.
When the prick entered me from the back, I felt it all the way to my stomach, but it felt good. Somehow, because it was him, I felt like it was the first time I was getting it.
"Give me some movement!" he ordered.
I began to push toward him and rotate my butt.
"Faster."
I went faster.
"Reach and get all of it, Chick!"
I tried for more.
"It's all the way in!" he said.
"I know...."
"You like it?"
"I love it!"
He gave with a few sharp, quick jabs, and I thought I got the end of it in my mouth. "Take it! Take all of it!"
"I am, darling! I am taking all of it. I feel it all the way to my throat!"
"Come! Come now!"
And I came. And did I come! My elbows pounded the table and my ass twisted and rotated, and as the strongest point reached me I felt my knees buckle.
Before it was all over for me, I felt him blow again, and he was ramming it as far as he could, his pelvis slapping against the soft cheeks of my buttocks.
I sank to the table, my stomach and breasts flattened against the surface, too damn weak to move. Then I remembered what Willie had said about having somebody to satisfy "you completely, so you didn't have to have others. Rudy was my man. But he wasn't. But I was still satisfied completely, and I don't believe that any other man could've interested me right then.
When Rudy pulled from me, I mustered enough strength to stand up, then walked with my legs closely together to the first bathroom I came to. Boy, could that guy ever come! I was loaded.
When I returned to the kitchen Rudy was gone. I poured more coffee and resumed my seat. To my heart's delight he returned shortly from the bathroom, and his cock was still quite erect.
"How about some coffee?" I asked.
"I'll pour it," he said.
When he'd sat near me, I asked:
"Why me this morning, Rudy?"
"Why you what?"
"Why did you come to me?"
"I thought you needed me."
"Did that give you such a tremendous hard-on?"
"I think I had a hard-on all night."
"She really does things for you, doesn't she?"
"She really does, Chick. She's a terrific woman."
"But she apparently doesn't satisfy you."
"You've got it all wrong, Chick. The last thing she said this morning before she went to sleep was for me to take care of you as soon as I woke up."
"That was thoughtful of her."
"You're being sarcastic, but she was sincere. I don't think you appreciate Marlene-the type of woman she is."
"No, I suppose I don't. But forgive me if I sounded sarcastid. And I'm glad you did as she asked-took care of me, I mean."
"I really like taking care of you, Chick. When Marlene's around, I feel very attracted to you."
"But when she's not?"
"I'm like a dead man."
"Yes, I remember."
"I hope you understand."
"I understand too well," I revealed.
"You don't know how many times I tried to come to you. It shouldn't have been that hard, but at times I felt like nothing but a zombie walking around. And you may not believe it, but you're the only woman I had while Marlene was gone."
"You were hardly had, then," I said.
He got up to pour more coffee. His cock was harder now, and I wondered if he was going to put the blocks to me again before Marlene got up. Looking at him that way didn't heat me up. He had really rung my bell and I was satiated.
"This is really an odd setup," he said, upon returning to the table. "I don't understand why Marlene wants to share me with you. You're a woman-can you figure it out?"
"No."
"Don't you have even an inkling?"
"No."
"You couldn't be that way, could you?"
"No. Definitely not."
"You're very emphatic."
"You'd better believe it."
"I guess that's why I love Marlene," he said.
Fool! Why had I said that?
"I guess she's many more things that other women aren't," he continued.
"She's subject to run any time too," I pointed out.
"Yes. I suppose there has to be something wrong with every good thing."
"Well, I guess that's right."
"Marlene has a few faults, but they're nothing compared to what she does for me when I'm with her."
"What if you tried to have sex with some other girl besides me? Would she object?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask her. I'm not interested in having any other girl."
"Maybe the right one hasn't come along," I said.
"Unless it's somebody Marlene approves of, it'll take some powerful girl to draw me to her."
"I'm getting a guilty feeling," I said, rising. "I think I'll go put on some clothes, before Marlene wakes. It might not be a bad idea for you to slip into something."
"I think you're right," he agreed. "I think I'll wake up the sleeping beauty too."
As he went one way and I went another, I recalled the night we'd had the conversation about her and all the questions he'd asked me, telling me that since I was a woman I ought to know. Anyhow, I hadn't known very much, woman or no woman.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I'd scarcely donned a comfortable robe when my door bell rang. Visitors just didn't happen to me on Sunday morning. I could think of nobody who should be at my door. I stopped arguing with myself, however, and went to answer the door.
"Hi, Bennie," the little gal said.
"Josie! What on earth are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. We never really got a chance to get acquainted at the party, and I've been thinking about you ever since."
"How in the name of hell did you find out where I lived?"
"I just by chance took a cab last night, and the cab driver remarked about the dish he'd picked up at Willie's. I put two and two together and hoodwinked him into telling me where you lived."
"I don't quite approve of your method of detection, nor your coming without calling."
"I'm sorry, Bennie," she said contritely. "I had no way of knowing your number to call you, but never mind-I'll leave."
"No, you don't have to. Come in. I have company, and the gal and guy aren't swingers. You'll have to watch your tongue, and I wouldn't appreciate their knowing that I was at that party."
"Have no fear from me," she promised, somewhat more gladdened.
"You may also call me Chick," I warned her.
"Right. And you tell me on the side whatever you want me to do or how you want me to act. I'm so tickled to be here with you that I'd do almost anything."
"That's encouraging," I said. "But what would your husband think?"
"I don't care. I'm going to leave him. I'm going to look for a job tomorrow, and then I'm moving out."
"Did Steve ever get next to you?"
"He tried-several times. I don't care very much for him."
"Would you care for some coffee?"
"I'd love it!"
We proceeded to the kitchen and I poured coffee for us. I expected Rudy and Marlene to come in at any moment, and I was sure that at least Rudy had heard the door bell. I did think, though, that they both might lay low until I gave them the sign that everything was all right. After all, neither of them knew what had happened to me since the two of them had slept in my house.
"I want to say again, Chick, that I'm more than happy to be here with you."
"Why, really?"
"Call it chemical, if you like. But something happens when I remember talking to you at Willie's. I truthfully think I'm fruit for you."
"Josie! I hope nobody hears you say that!"
"I hope not too. But I have to tell you, because I'm after you, and I want to be around you."
"I can't promise you right now that you can be around me, Josie. I'm in quite a bind here right now."
"Another girl?"
"No, not like that. There's a girl, all right, but she's hot for a man, and they're both here. We're all quite close, but he loves her too."
"That sounds sticky. Do they live here all the time?"
"No, but you're asking too many questions. Maybe you'll find out what you want to know-later."
"I'm sorry again, Chick. Whatever I do wrong, I hope you forgive me. You sure have a nice house here-I like it very much. How many bedrooms?"
"Four."
"We still rent. Hoagy never liked the idea of buying a house. Sometimes I think he never intended for our marriage to work."
"What other reasons do you have for thinking that?"
"Well, he knew I was terribly small, and he's built so much like a horse. You had him; you should know."
"Yes, I had him, and he is like a horse. Not only that, I had to run away from him to keep him from screwing me to death. He's a satyr from the word go."
"I'm glad you had the experience. You, for one, can believe me. If I tell some women that his thing's too big, they say I'm lucky and shouldn't complain."
"I'm not really complaining about the size of his equipment. It's just that he doesn't know when to stop and rest. And he wants to get it down your throat too."
"He tried that on me a few times. I can't stand one of those things in my mouth."
"You really can't?" I asked.
"I really can't. It almost makes me gag just thinking about it."
"Didn't he ask you to do that to him before he married you?"
"No, he certainly didn't. And I refuse to do it too. Some girls want to suck a woman, and they suck a man as a substitute. But not me. I either want a woman or nothing at all."
I began pondering her statement. I recalled that I'd never sucked a man nor had a desire for it, until I'd stopped playing with women. Well, it was something to think about, anyway, though I hated to admit that she might be right. I had noticed that at times when I thought about playing with a woman again, soon afterward I brushed it out of my mind and began thinking of doing it to a man-which I thought was a normal thing to do.
"Where are these people you were talking about being here?" Josie asked.
"They're still in bed. They were up late last night."
"Do you think they'll get suspicious about us?"
"Nothing's happened between us. What's there to get suspicious about?"
"I guess my conscience is guilty because I know what I want."
"Frankly, Josie, I'd stopped playing house with women quite some time ago. But I got some of the ideas all over again when I saw you the other night. I've told myself many times that I'm really not that way, and that it was only a foolish mistake that I ever played at all."
"I hope you don't keep telling yourself that," she said. "I want to play with you-and bad too."
"You'd better wait till you split with Hoagy," I advised.
"I am splitting, as soon as I have a place to live. You see, I don't work, and I haven't since we've been married. I used to work before that. But I want to get me a job as soon as I can."
"Good morning!" Rudy said, entering the kitchen.
"Good morning, Rudy. I want you to meet Josie."
"Pleased, Josie," Rudy said.
"My pleasure, Rudy," and Josie looked him over thoroughly.
"Is Marlene awake?" I asked.
"She is. And she'll be in for coffee shortly. And if you don't mind, I think I'll have some."
"Sit down," Josie said quickly. "I'll get you some!"
"That's nice of you," was Rudy's reply.
I accepted Josie's offer to play hostess, though I'd have liked to have gotten Rudy's coffee myself. He was dressed in his suit slacks and white shirt, and even had on his shoes. I'd been half expecting that he'd show up naked, like he had earlier. I needn't worry about Marlene, though, because she didn't like disrobing until party time.
I don't know if Rudy was lusting for Josie, but he was certainly giving her the once-over. Josie was also aware of this while she poured the coffee. Like all other women, she seemed to be enjoying it.
"How old are you, Josie?" Rudy asked. "Twenty-eight," she replied. "You don't look that old."
"I know. I've been told that many times. But the years are creeping up on me," and she laughed.
"They're creeping up on all of us," I commented.
Just then Marlene entered.
"Good morning, everybody!"
"Good morning, Marlene. I want you to meet Josie."
"Oh, wonderful!" Marlene said. "Hello, Josie."
"Hello, Marlene," Josie said, giving Marlene a closer look than Rudy had given her. "You look rested."
"I am rested. I feel like a million dollars. Shall we go out to eat, or eat here?" she asked me.
"I'd rather fix breakfast here," I said. "You kids take your coffee to the living room, and I'll start now."
"May I help you?" Josie asked.
"Yes. I'll let you peel some potatoes. Marlene, if you'll keep Rudy happy and occupied, we'll have everything ready real soon."
"I'll keep him busy," she promised, heavy on implications.
While they walked from the kitchen, carrying coffee, Josie stood frozen in her tracks, gazing after Marlene.
"God, but she's pretty!"
"Are you attracted to very many women?" I asked.
"Not too many. But she's a knockout. That hair's something to behold."
"It's red all the way down too," I revealed.
"Have you had her? Come on, Chick, tell me!"
"No. I certainly haven't had her. And you be careful about your talking about things like that when other people might hear you."
"I'm sorry again. I promise this time to keep my trap shut."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
All during breakfast I had worried. I didn't know what I was worrying about, but I was nevertheless. Josie and I had insisted on doing the dishes and cleanup work, during which time Rudy and Marlene went poolside. Once all the work was done, I went in search of a bathing suit that might fit Josie. She, however, wasn't much interested in my search, and she wandered to the patio. When she viewed the guests at pool-side, she turned about face and came in search of me.
"Why the bathing suit?" she asked. "For you to swim in, of course."
"I'd feel awfully foolish out there with a suit on," she said. "Why so?"
"Because your guests don't have a stitch on."
"What?"
"It seems that they might swing faster and better than you think!"
"I don't actually doubt what you're saying, Josie, but I hope you don't think I was putting you on. While they might not mind swimming in the nude, I still maintain that I have not seen them participating in an orgy."
"They would," she suggested. "Just don't you suggest they do!"
"On my word of honor!"
"Well, if they're naked, strip them off and we'll go join them."
"Do you want to check first, or do you take my word for it?"
"I'm going to take your word. But, of course, if they aren't naked, I'll kill you."
"I have no fear of my life. They're naked, all right."
And they were. Josie waddled out in front of me, and I loved the way her pretty ass jiggled and swayed. But that was as far as my feelings went. I guess you could say that I'd turned queer in the other direction, because I had no desire right then for her, though I was pleased to have her around.
"Come on in!" Marlene screeched loudly. "The water's real great."
As Marlene had never seemingly noticed my nudity, she now paid no attention to Josie, not even to look her over to see how she was stacked. Rudy was so wrapped up in playing with Marlene, he didn't even see Josie or me until we passed him while swimming by.
After about half an hour in the water, I calmed down and felt relaxed and happy. I guess I'd been worried that perhaps Josie might make a slip about the party and expose me without meaning to. After we were well water logged, we all got out of the pool and Josie and I mixed drinks.
"How do you like Rudy?" I asked Josie, once we were inside.
"He seems nice. But he looks and acts like a swinger to me."
I ignored that remark, recalling that, in a way, Josie was right. Because, though it had been only the three of us in the orgy, it was nevertheless a fact that we had actually acted as swingers.
"You know, Chick, people just don't strip off naked and swim, then later put on their clothes and pretend that nothing happened. Any time I've seen cats swim in the nude, something interesting always took place later."
"But as I said," I reminded her, "no suggestions. Those are my friends, and I want to stay friendly. If they suggest something, then we'll go along with it."
"Don't worry about me making a slip," she said. "But I hope sometime before daylight tomorrow I get a chance to be alone somewhere with you."
"I'm not sure I want to start something like that again," I told her.
"What turned you against it?"
"I don't know."
"There must have been something."
"No doubt there was. But I don't know what."
"Did some man shame you about it?"
"I guess so."
"Some man told you how dirty and queer it was?"
"Something like that," I said, thinking of Sheldon.
"I've had some tell me that too, but I never let it bother me in the least. I've found that men who object so bitterly to two women sexing it up are usually latent homosexuals themselves."
"Do you really think that, Josie, or do you just use that for an excuse yourself?"
"I really think it. And sometimes I've had the chance to prove it."
"Come on, let's take out the drinks."
We took the drinks, and, as was my desire, I walked behind Josie and watched her cute ass wriggle. This girl had a fantastic figure, and whatever woman had any tendency at all for women, Josie would've made the animal come alive.
"Say," Rudy said, taking his drink, "this is really living!"
"What makes you say so?" I asked.
"Having drinks served, enjoying the water-this is just a good day."
"I think he likes all the naked girls," Marlene laughed.
Her remark made me wonder if our closeness was getting to her. I hoped with all my heart that nothing would happen to make her want to run again. I didn't feel that Rudy could take it another time. It was wonderful to see him so happy and contented, watching Marlene and loving every minute of it.
"What man wouldn't like to be around three good-looking naked women?" he asked.
"One naked woman should be enough for you," Marlene said, no overtones in her voice.
"One naked woman is enough for me," he countered.
"I know it, sweetheart," she said. "I was just kidding you."
And I wondered if she really was, or if somewhere in her subconscious mind it was bugging her. I was aware that Rudy would've been more than happy to be just with Marlene, and he would not have cared where. I realized, however, that often as not it was the good and honest guys who seemed always to get hurt.
I watched Josie's every move and glance, and not once did she indicate that she was the least bit interested in Rudy. Nor was she giving Marlene any close glances that might've been warning signs that she was interested sexually in her. It seemed that Josie was interested only in me, and I was pondering wildly about what I should do about the situation.
I thought that if I gave in to her I would be starting all over again the old routine of woman-to-woman love and life, and I'd learned to be very fond of pricks, both large and small. And I speculated on the thought that perhaps I could burn the candle from both ends and be AC-DC and enjoy both sexes.
I glanced at Rudy's half-hard cock, then looked at Josie's large, firm tits, and I got a charge. But I couldn't tell which view interested me enough to feel the fire growing within me. Even sitting there with all three of them, I knew a loneliness that had been with me for a long time. I doubted most seriously that shacking up with Josie would erase this loneliness that had grasped me ever so long ago.
"Naked women don't mean much to a lot of men," Josie said, breaking into my thoughts. "Just like naked men mean nothing to me."
"How do you like your men?" Marlene asked her.
"It depends on what I want to do with them," she replied.
"I'd like to see Rudy make you. If he did, would you want him naked or dressed?" Marlene asked.
"How would you like to see him when he makes me?" Josie asked. "Naked."
"Well, if it'll start anything interesting around here," Josie said, "he can make me while he's naked."
"I think we're many drinks too early for that," I interrupted. "Let's have some more drinks, swim some more, eat an early dinner, then have some more drinks. After that, maybe it'll be time for action."
"That sounds like a winner!" Rudy said. "These drinks are good and relaxing, and the warmer I get, the better that water looks."
Lighter and smaller talk began, and I was glad. I had begun to take particular notice of Marlene, and occasionally a faraway look came into her eyes. Deeper conversations seemed to remind her of something not so conducive of remaining in Rudy's reach. He didn't seem to have a thought in his head that she'd ever take another powder; but knowing women as I did, being one myself, I knew better.
During the afternoon Josie and I made numerous trips to the kitchen to refill our glasses, and each time we did she looked stronger and harder at my tits and cunt. It finally got to a point that I felt like shoving one of my tits into her mouth. But I knew if I did I'd start a chain of orgasms that I might not want to stop.
On one of the later occasions that we refilled the glasses, Josie said:
"Chick, I'd like to come here and live with you."
"When?"
"From tonight."
"Would Hoagy be that easy to shake?"
"I wouldn't let him know where I was."
"What about your clothes?"
"I'll get them tomorrow while he's working."
"What would you do all day here by yourself? I work, you know."
"I'll keep house for you and me."
"Let me think on it this evening," I said.
"You wouldn't be sorry," she promised.
"I don't think I would, either. Unless I should happen to meet a man I like. What then?"
"I'd move out, unless he didn't care if I stayed."
"It'd be my luck that he'd care."
"Yes, mine too, probably."
"Try to act very normal tonight. If Marlene insists that you make the scene with Rudy, do it. Don't let them get suspicious."
"I can do it. I'm not that sick against men. I even like one once in awhile."
"Good girl! Let's get the drinks going."
Marlene was holding Rudy's cock in her hand, when we returned. It was hard like a rock, and she was squirming, wanting it badly. I pretended that I didn't see, and Josie did likewise. Finally she unhanded the monster and continued with her drinking, getting happier as the minutes passed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The afternoon and evening went as I had earlier suggested, up to the end, when more drinks followed an early dinner. Josie had been right about something always happening after nude swimming. Nobody had dressed, and around the table we'd eaten a light snack, naked as the day we'd been born, except for hair in various places.
I knew Rudy's reactions toward playing with two women, but I'd been wondering what would happen with three. Marlene was also on my mind; her reaction to Josie in regards to Rudy. It was difficult to assume that she'd accept Josie as she had me during the beginning of our threesome.
Perhaps all those speculations had dampened my sexual spirit, because during the afternoon and early evening I'd not desired any sort of sex action. And you'd better believe that such a case was more than unusual for me! I tried to tell myself that the party and many orgies at which place I'd met Josie had satiated me, plus what Rudy had given me earlier that day. It didn't work. I was too sexual for the likes of that.
It wasn't until shortly before Marlene had coaxed Rudy to the floor and taken his cock into her mouth that I realized that I'd had a fear of getting involved with Josie and having both Marlene and Rudy discover that I played the girl-girl way.
Immediately Josie, sitting beside me on the sofa, grabbed one of my tits and began to squeeze. Luckily enough Rudy had his eyes closed, enjoying Marlene's soft mouth on his prick, and Marlene's back was to us. I froze as if somebody had doused me with a pitcher of ice water.
"Cut it!" I whispered loudly. "Keep your goddamn hands off me. You know better than that."
"What the hell are we going to do while they're in action?" she whispered back irritatedly. "That makes me hotter than a branding iron in an open fire."
"Can't you wait, for Christ's sake? This isn't the last train leaving the station."
"Maybe not, but I'm anxious to get to Chicago!" she retorted. "I've been dying all day long for you."
Just then Marlene came up for air and a swig of her drink sitting on the rug beside her. Rudy sat up and lit a cigarette.
"Aren't" you two coming down?" Marlene asked.
"Are we invited?" Josie asked.
"Of course," Marlene said. "Everybody's invited. We're going to give Rudy a real working over."
"It seems that I might be odd man out," Josie said. i'He can use his lips and his cock at the same time, but unless he has an extra trick I never heard of, I think that one of us is going to go singing."
"Your turn'll come," Marlene assured her. "Rudy has staying power. Is that what you called it, Chick?"
"I've used the term," I admitted.
"Since I've got Rudy warmed up, let's begin the party with Rudy and Josie."
"Nothing doing!" Josie objected. "I don't want to be first."
"As you wish," Marlene said, shrugging nonchalantly.
Marlene's suggestion had rather surprised me. It was as though she either had a passion to see Rudy fuck somebody, or she had a soft spot for Josie, thinking the girl needed it. As I knew parties of this type, people usually just eased off to a start and there was no conversation as to who did what first. It was my fault, in a way, because I should've gone to the mat quickly after Rudy and Marlene had gone.
It had been the fear that Josie would nail me that had kept me aloft and unparticipating.
I was totally unprepared for Marlene's next group of words:
"Josie, you look like a real good sport. How would you like to try something with Chick that I've always wanted to see?"
"Like what?" Josie asked.
"I've always wanted to-not always, really, but I've wanted for a long time to see one girl kiss another girl down there."
"You must be kidding," Josie gasped.
"But I'm not kidding!" Marlene persisted.
"I'm with Josie, Marlene," I added. "You must be kidding."
"Ask Rudy, if you think I'm kidding," Marlene said. "I was just mentioning it to Rudy before we went in the pool today. Didn't I, Rudy?"
"You certainly did," Rudy confirmed.
"But why Josie and me?" I asked.
"Why not?" Marlene wondered. "You've been around, Chick, and I can see Josie has too. Both of you girls ought to know something about that."
Josie and I exchanged glances with the most serious countenances. This naive girl who had all her life been shielded from life and facts was asking to see two girls make the scene together.
"What do you think it would do for you, Marlene?" I asked. "I don't know."
"Would it make you sexy or disgust you?" I pushed.
"I don't know."
"It'd make you sexy," Rudy put in. "If you thought something like that would disgust you, Marlene, then you surely shouldn't ask someone to do it in front of you." I said. "And besides, you don't have to be experienced to let some girl go down on you. Why not let Josie make it with you?"
"Sure, Marlene," Rudy urged. "Why not?"
Marlene sipped from her glass, looking at me over its rim, then she said:
"All right! I'll be the goat, since I made the suggestion. How do you want me, Josie?"
"Let the party go off naturally, and I'll get to you when it's time," Josie instructed. "After all of this conversation, I'm not going to get down there and start licking. You have to be aware that I'm quite embarrassed, even though I am a good sport."
Quietness fell over the room. Josie was right; there shouldn't be an exhibition. Something like that should begin in a more beautiful way. And, of course, it was far better for Josie and me if Marlene had a part in it from the beginning. I did, however, dread the first time. There was a possibility that Marlene would suffer guilt and express disgust, though there was still the possibility that she was herself latent.
"Whatever you choose, Josie," Marlene broke the silence finally. "You'll have to forgive my ignorance about matters of this kind."
"None of us are too smart when it comes to something like that," Josie said. "I'm for anything that might be fun, but I embarrass easily."
"Let's have another drink and put on some music," Rudy said.
"I'll take care of that," I said quickly. "I have some real sexy records that'll put everybody in the mood for everything!"
So it went. I grabbed all the glasses first and filled them. Once they were distributed, I turned on the stereo and selected a good group of records, after which I settled down to the business at hand.
Even though we'd had the pre-orgy talk, neither of the four of us seemed in the mood to start anything going. Rudy was sipping his drink very slowly, and Marlene had her knees drawn up to her chin, as though she were thinking the whole thing over. Josie kept a constant vigil on all of us, like we were three kooks having lost our directions.
The music was great for swinging. I had the lights at a minimum, casting only a slight glow over the room. But there was still something freezing us up.
"Want to know something?" Josie said.
"I want to know anything," was Marlene's answer.
"Somebody should tell a joke," Josie continued. "That conversation we had did none of us a damn bit of good. Do you know a good joke, Rudy?"
"Not that comes to my mind right now," he replied, his breath blowing against the rim of his glass. "Usually I'm reminded of jokes, then I tell them. Right now none of this reminds me of a joke."
We were all four sitting like in a circle, only there were too few to make a complete circle. I was sitting to Rudy's left, while Marlene was sitting to his right. Suddenly I put down my glass, took Rudy's from his hand and put it down, then pushed him back to the rug and took his semi-limp cock into my hand.
"Now, by god!" Josie said. "Thata girl, Chick!"
I took at least half of the prick into my mouth, and instantly it began swelling. After it had gotten fully hard, I began working up and down until I was able to feel the tip of it gouging my throat. I was turned in such an angle that I could see most of Marlene from one corner of my eye, and soon I saw Josie's hand rubbing her foot and ankle. I had the distinct feeling that Josie wanted to take me first, so I might not feel badly toward her, as often is the case when one woman likes another. Of course, it was very un-likely that I wouldn't, and I wished that Josie would just simply dive into Marlene and take her.
"That's the most, Chick," Rudy said from tight lips.
I couldn't acknowledge his compliment, since my mouth was more than full. But I saw Josie's hand rubbing Marlene's thigh, reaching dangerously close to the red triangle. Rudy wasn't watching at all, and for this I was glad.
It wasn't long before Josie started taking Marlene, and the latter's head was going from side to side, indicative that she was in a real ecstatic state. Marlene had a lot of fire in her clit, and before too long she couldn't keep her butt on the rug. She began rising and pitching sideways, and Josie stayed right with her. When the moaning started, I noticed that Rudy was casting glances in that direction, and I could feel his cock throb in my mouth.
Finally he turned his head so he could see the whole show, and just as Marlene reached her greatest climax, Rudy's cock began spitting into my mouth and throbbing as if it were ready to literally explode.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "Holy goddamn!"
When the ball game was over for him I withdrew and moved away from him, noticing that Marlene was trying to sit up.
Josie helped her, and Marlene said: "God, but that was wild!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetie," Josie told her. "It was sure a new experience for me."
I flinched. I knew Marlene wasn't that dumb, though she was inexperienced. By the way Josie had gone after that cunt, there could be no doubt in anybody's mind that she was an expert.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Rudy told a joke. Josie followed up with another one. Then the two of them began exchanging jokes, keeping both Marlene and me laughing. We all became very relaxed, and Rudy finally put down his drink and threw me to the rug and began sucking on one of my nipples. The way he did it set me on fire, and my midsection wouldn't stay still. My cunt was burning up, and about the same time I began wishing Josie would work on it, Rudy's lips traveled hurriedly downward.
By the time he had my clit between his lips, Marlene was on her back again and Josie was taking her like a hungry wolf takes to a lamb. Boy, could that Josie eat cunt! I'd seen some go-getters in my life, but that gal had them all beat. And she loved every lap she took.
As I'd already learned some time back, Rudy was no slouch at eating pussy, either. For a man, he was the best I'd had, and he always kept both my tits in his hands, the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I was trying to enjoy what he was doing to me and at the same time enjoy what Josie was doing to Marlene. It was very difficult to do, especially when I started to go, the explosion building quickly in my head and midsection, simultaneously.
I vaguely remembered Marlene going crazy, pushing her body harshly against Josie's mouth. After I'd blown my wad, figuratively speaking, I was able to see nothing. It seemed that I was fighting to keep from passing out.
Estimating as closely as possible, I'd say that during the next three minutes I was oblivious of what was being said, if anything, and what was being done. My relaxed state of mind allowed me to drop away from the world.
When I next became aware of my existence, some strange lips were kissing my cunt, and a new tongue technique was frustrating my clit. I looked past my stomach and saw Josie's head bobbing up and down. I nearly froze, until I saw that Rudy was eating Marlene, unconcerned about what Josie was doing. Then I figured that if Marlene let Josie take her, then what would be wrong in her mind about Josie taking me.
That damn Josie was something. She had a velvet tongue, and her technique brought back all the fond memories of my life with other women, sex wise. I hadn't wanted to get back into that rut, even though it had been great at times, and had given me the least amount of worry. Most of the girls had been jealous, that was true, but they were less difficult to get along with otherwise.
Josie's tongue left my clit and reamed into my vagina. The move was like a shaft of liquid fire reaching inside me, and I felt the orgasm coming. My feelings were quite unlike those I'd had with Rudy, and I knew right then that I'd want Josie again and knew I'd crave to have her tongue where it was at that moment.
I suppressed my moans and screams, lest Rudy and Marlene would hear me and think that I was experienced at that sort of lovemaking. After putting my wrist across my lips, I bit into my flesh until I was sure blood would come. Josie was expert. I'd known no better, and unless I was fooled by the amount of time that had passed since other deals, she was the best.
Josie kissed my stomach to polish me off and sooth me, then she ran her tongue over each thigh in turn. She enjoyed her work, and by her graceful touch it was evident that she liked me more than an average conquest.
Marlene was going out of her head under Rudy's tongue lashing. She was on one of those machine gun kicks, having one orgasm right after the other. Her thighs were on each side of his head, and her ankles were locked together, and her midsection was in the air. Rudy had a buttock in each palm, helping to hold her aloft, and the movement of his head was hardly more than a blur as it rotated and bobbed.
She dropped her feet and opened her thighs, and tried to get from under him. It was apparent that she could stand no more at that time. Sensing this, Rudy let her go, after which she fainted.
"I think she liked that," he said. "It gets too strong after awhile," Josie commented.
"Who's next?" he asked, looking at Josie.
"I guess I am," she said. "But don't expect the same reaction that you got from Marlene."
"Your lack of reaction is your own loss," he said. "Get that pretty cunt looking at me, and we'll see about the reaction."
Josie lay back and positioned herself and spread her legs. Her cunt was pretty, and for a brief moment I envied Rudy. He took a tit in his mouth, then the other one, then kissed down her stomach until he reached her thigh. By the time he licked at the second thigh, Josie's ass began to move and rotate, and you could tell that her cunt was getting impatient.
Most girl-girl lovers were ashamed to react to a man in a woman's presence, if she'd had the woman onlooker. But Josie responded instantly when Rudy's tongue began working. Her pretty ass started bouncing onto and above the rug, and she used both her hands to pull Rudy's hair and force his head downward, his lips harder against her crevice.
"Suck it!" she commanded sadistically. "Goddamn it, get with it! Come on, Rudy, stretch your tongue!"
She began popping. Preceding each orgasm, she screamed out a group of obscenities at him, constantly pushing his head in order to get more of his tongue.
"Fuck her, Rudy!" I heard myself yell, not realizing that I was even about to say such a thing. "Stick the prick in her!"
Rudy left her cunt and mounted her. I saw his cock just before it entered, and it reminded me of a stud taking a mare.
Josie screamed when he rammed it in, and she said:
"Take it out, you son of a bitch! Take it out!"
Rudy paid no mind to her harsh pleas, and he only rammed it harder and faster. She finally stopped complaining and began pushing it up to him, her head going from side to side, her eyes closed.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me harder!"
I looked over to see Marlene sitting up, her eyes sort of glazed. There was wonder in her eyes, though I saw no hurt. The tiny piece of wild flesh under Rudy was doing everything but lying still, and her thermostat was up to at least boiling.
Marlene moved around to sit by me, and she asked:
"What do you make of that?"
"She's got the go power," I admitted.
"She has some other kind of power too. She just about caught me on fire. Do you really think she's never done something like that before?"
"I hadn't thought much about it," I lied. "What do you think?"
"She knows what she's doing."
"Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, I liked it. I'm a little ashamed about it. Are you ashamed?"
"No. Why should I be? I liked it, and I knew what I was doing. There's no use being ashamed of it after it's done."
"That's right. Are you going to let her do it again?"
"Any time she wants to," I said. "I liked it."
"I think I'll let her do it to me again too."
Just then Josie was starting to lose the battle. She was almost getting from under Rudy. She was going crazy, and when the final horn blew she relaxed and went out like a burnt light.
Rudy heaved a sigh and said:
"What a woman!"
"Better than we?" Marlene asked.
"I didn't say that. But she's quite something."
That was Rudy. Josie was great now. But, should Marlene disappear, he wouldn't be able to raise a hard for Josie. That was something in a human being that I could never figure out. How one person could put him in a certain frame of mind and get him sexed up for nearly anybody.
I recalled the grim time when I had such a difficult time getting him up enough so I could sit on it.
Josie came to and began to sit up. She'd had it for the moment, but I guessed that it wouldn't be long before she'd be ready to go again. Not necessarily with Rudy, but go somehow.
"You look shook, Josie," I commented.
"You'd better know it!" she returned. "I think I got more than shook. I think I got fucked but royally."
"I'm glad I did something for you," Rudy said.
"Did you pop, Rudy?" I asked.
"I had to. I thought at first that I'd save it for the next time, but it didn't happen that way."
"What made you think I could stand it another time?" Josie asked.
"Oh, you can," he told her. "No sweat at all."
"I'm glad you think so. As for me, I think I've had it-for at least a month."
"Long time," Rudy commented.
I looked at Rudy, and I was surprised to see that his cock was hard again, sticking straight out between his legs. It looked good, and actually I'd just got warmed up and sexy. I reached for it, and immediately he lay back upon the rug and let me have my way with it.
After getting it into my mouth, I practiced going down as far as I could without it choking me, then, having gotten hot as hell, I straddled him and guided it into my opening. It felt so damn good going into me that I moaned and sat as hard as I could, hoping it would give me additional inches. And it did, seemingly, and I enjoyed every bit of it.
I heard a slight noise from some lips, and when I turned around to look at Josie and Marlene, Josie was lapping away at her, and Marlene had her eyes closed as if she was deep in ecstasy. It looked very much like Marlene was going to like Josie's kind of love a lot better than I'd ever expected she would.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
After that night Rudy and Marlene drifted away from my pad. It started the following day, when Rudy said he had to take a business trip and that Marlene was going with him. After they'd returned, they spent their time elsewhere, mostly at Rudy's.
There was one thing that I'd figured that might have caused the distance between us; the fact that Marlene finally, before the night had closed, went down on Josie. I could easily understand it, as hot as Josie had made her, when finally she couldn't retain herself. When I'd glimpsed the scene, they were positioned in a sixty-nine trade off, Marlene on top, her lips buried into Josie's vagina, her own cunt smashed against Josie's face. So, it very well could've been that Marlene suffered shame and didn't want to return to the scene of the crime.
Josie remained with me. On occasion I left her and went in search of a man or men. A woman's attendance wasn't enough for me anymore, as I yearned and craved a hard cock to pacify my insatiate nature and frame of mind.
Josie never complained. She was content with whatever I gave and allowed her, and following some of my man-hunting tirades she'd ask me to convey to her the results of my evenings. She was the unusual girl lover, in that she never seemed jealous of what I wanted or what I did. It always excited her when I'd related my findings and their results, providing they were good and I had liked what I'd found.
It had been six weeks to the day following the orgy the four of us had enjoyed, and I'd suffered a disappointment. I'd stopped by Gus's for coffee and was sitting at the counter chatting with another patron. The evening had been a very terrible one, since I'd found myself out and into an apartment with a gay boy who was unable to get a hard. Trying everything, you might say, had gotten me nowhere, and it hadn't been until giving-up time that I'd discovered the thickness of the wall I was trying to penetrate.
It was one-thirty in the morning and Gus's wasn't very crowded. When I perchance glanced toward the entrance I saw Rudy walk in, wabbling from too much drink. He took a stool on the early end of the counter, and once he was settled and had received his coffee, I left my stool and joined him.
"Hello, Rudy," I said happily.
He first looked at me through bleary eyes, squinted harshly, then put down his cup. He turned his head away and stared for longer than a minute, before he raised his head again and looked at me.
"Am I bothering you?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Rudy! How could you talk that way?"
"Easy."
"What did I do to you?"
"Nothing."
"Had you rather I left?"
"Yes."
"You're not being the Rudy I knew," I told him, pouting.
"I don't want to be the Rudy you knew. I'll never be the Rudy you knew!"
"Where's Marlene?"
"I don't know."
"Did she go back home?"
"I don't know where she went."
"Did you try to call her?"
"No."
"Did you two get into a fight?"
"No."
"She just up and left?"
"She just up and left," he repeated as a statement.
"Has she stopped loving you?"
"I don't know."
It was hard for me to see him that way. He was in a lost world, no way to find himself, and his path was rough. My love for him grew so much during those brief moments of encounter, though I knew my chances of having him were fewer than ever before.
"Could you come to my place tonight?" I asked.
"No. I don't want to go there."
"May I call Marlene and talk to her?"
"Not on my behalf."
"Don't you still love her?" I asked.
"Is the sky blue?" and he sounded sarcastic.
"You know, Rudy, that I'd do anything I could to help. Maybe if I talked to her she'd realize what she's doing."
"She realizes it."
"Maybe she doesn't, Rudy."
"You don't believe that. Women'll tell men they love them, then turn right around and kick them in the teeth. Don't tell me they don't realize what they're doing."
"All right, Rudy. I have to go. Tomorrow's a work day. See you around sometime."
All he did was grunt. I'm almost sure he didn't open his mouth. I hated that he had such an opinion of women, because he was also talking about me. His statement just reminded me of the fact that men did the same thing to women, those they didn't want, really. If a woman cared little for a man, then he was crazy for her. If she loved him, then it seemed that he cared nothing for her.
However, I knew that Marlene did love him. And on my way out of Gus's I decided that I was going to call her and have a chat with that little gal. It seemed to me that she could make up her mind one way or another, and that she certainly should. Why should she keep him going up and down like a Yo-Yo?
Josie was up when I entered the house.
"Couldn't you sleep?" I asked.
"No. There was a call."
"From whom?"
"Marlene."
"What time?" I asked, very excited. "Eight last night."
"What did she say?"
"She asked for you, and when I told her you weren't here, she asked me to ask you to send her clothes to her."
"Did she give you an address?"
"Yes. I wrote it down-it's by the telephone over there. She asked how you were, and how I was, and if we'd seen anybody."
"Like who?"
"She didn't say, and I didn't ask. I had my own ideas, but I don't want to get in the middle of a mess like that."
"A mess like what?" and I sat by Josie, pressing for her to talk more.
"Look, Chick, I listened to that woman talk about her home and daughter. I've heard all that crap before, and none of those sweet little things fool me. She's queer for that daughter, and she might just as well tell herself the truth and get it over with."
"You're kidding!" I said, taken aback.
"I'm not kidding a damn bit," she said. "The girl's already eighteen years old, and you can't tell me that if she loves Rudy, she can't let that girl live her own life and she live her own also. And for less than two cents I'd have told her so."
"Oh, Josie, don't ever! Don't ever say something like that to her. She's in enough trouble as it is. About all she'd need to flip her completely is to accuse her of something like that."
"Well, it's the damn truth. I'd swear to it, and I'd tell her to her face. That jerk Rudy's crazy as a loon about her, and she tells me how much she loves him, but she just has to stay with her daughter! What a bunch of crap!"
I'd never thought of that angle. Not once since I'd first listened to her problems had I thought of that. Could it really be true? I asked myself.
"Well, Chick, now that you're here, I'm going back to bed. I'll bet Rudy's having a drunken fit right now."
"Yes, you're right. I saw him tonight, and that's just what he's having. Oh, Josie, I felt so sorry for him, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. He'd hardly talk to me, like I'd done something to him."
"You did."
"What did I do?"
"You introduced him to Marlene. And believe me, that's enough! I'm going to bed, Chick."
"Good night, Josie. I'm going to think for a little while."
I didn't want to tell Josie how crazy I was for Rudy. Somehow I thought it would sound much too ridiculous to her. To anybody, for that matter.
Since I was so sexually frustrated, I thought of following Josie and having her take care of me, yet Rudy and his condition was pressing me toward the opposite direction, and I couldn't bring myself to rise and follow her to the bedroom.
I began immediately rehearsing my lines for the next morning, when I'd call the office and tell them that I was unable to work. It was already evident that I'd not go to sleep, and that being true, then I surely couldn't work. There would be the necessary call to Marlene when a decent hour arrived, and call her I was surely going to do.
What Josie had told me started bugging me to no end, and I evoked the Lesbian scene to my mind, the one in which Marlene had taken part.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I ended up falling asleep for about two hours between four-thirty and six-thirty. I knew Marlene's husband went to his business shortly before eight, so I made coffee and sat out the rest of the time. Many things went through my mind during that time. I thought of trying to put a wider gap between Marlene and Rudy, with the idea of my perhaps getting Rudy someday. But I knew in my own heart that I'd never get him, no matter what occurred between him and Marlene.
It had always seemed before to me that when a man fell for one woman it closed the gate as regards to him and any previous love. So it had been with me, so I believed it to be with others.
Of course, were I to ever get Rudy, I doubted that I'd share him with another woman as Marlene had done. And no doubt he'd expect me to, since I had been allowed a part of him through Marlene's broadmindedness.
At seven-thirty Josie came sleepily into the kitchen.
"I hope I don't have another night like that one," she said. "I can't imagine what upset me so much. Do you think I might have the secret hots for that redhead?"
"Could be," I replied. "I hope not-if what you say is true about her and her daughter. As pretty as she says her daughter is, I doubt that you'd stand a chance."
Josie took a chair and yawned.
"I knew a case like that before," she said, nipping at the hot coffee. "How'd it turn out?"
"I don't know. The woman's husband caught them and the home split up; that's about all I know. The last time I saw them they were still together, the mother and daughter."
"I think I'd find somebody else besides my daughter," I said.
"I don't know what I'd do. Since I've never had a daughter, I couldn't say what I'd do."
She was right. I didn't know, either, what I'd do. I guess I was like everybody else when it came to saying what I'd do in any given situation.-
"That poor jerk!" she said, sighing. "What poor jerk?"
"Rudy, who else? I really feel sorry for him."
"I feel sorry for both of them," I said.
"Oh, hell! She has no business chippying between Rudy and her husband. She just gets tired of one bed and jumps to another one."
"I don't think so, Josie. Besides, if that's true, then your idea about the love bit toward her daughter's shot in the head."
"It does sound contradictory. Whatever's the case, she has a screw loose somewhere."
"Well, I'm going to call her and see what she says. Maybe I can help and maybe I can't."
"I'd keep out of it if I were you," she said. "You can't do anything but make things worse."
"I'll try anyhow."
I went to my bedroom and dialed the number direct. Marlene answered. "Marlene?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Chick."
"Oh, hi, Chick! It's so good to hear from you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure! How are you?"
"I was pretty good until I saw Rudy last night."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He doesn't look so good."
"Is he ill?"
"He was last night. I didn't go to bed last night, and I'm not going to work today. What happened between you and Rudy?"
"Oh, Chick, I just had to run. My daughter needs me so much."
"Did she just start needing you after you came here the last time?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you should've known before you left there and came here that she needed you."
"I guess I did. But I love Rudy so much I just had to be with him. I'm so confused I don't know what to do."
"I think we're all confused, then," I told her. "I'm actually bewildered. How could you profess so much love for a man, then leave him? It seems like you have another bed, and you don't know at what time you want to sleep in either one of them."
"Rudy's your friend, and I don't blame you for getting upset with me. But honestly, Chick, I just can't help it. I do love Rudy, and I'm sure you know it."
"I'm not sure I know it. The last time you left you didn't so much as call him while you were away."
"I can't stand to call him, because when I talk to him I want to run to him. And besides, he didn't call me, either."
"He's not supposed to. You're the one that left-each time."
"I'll ... I'll call him ... I promise, Chick."
"If you do call him, and you tell him that I called you, I'll murder you by proxy. If he finds out that I called you, he'll blow his top, and I mean blow it."
There was a silence. Dead silence. I expected her to hang up.
"Are you still there?" I asked.
"Yes," she said softly. "I'm still here. I'm sorry, Chick, but I don't feel good right now. Do you mind if we don't talk anymore?"
"No, if you want to hang up, go ahead and do it."
"It's not that I want to, but the longer I talk the more I miss Rudy."
"You know where he is if you really miss him."
"I hope you call me again," she said, evading the issue. "I feel real bad now. Good-bye, Chick."
Before the click came I heard her start crying. With only half a heart I dropped the instrument into its cradle and lit a cigarette. What a lousy life people made for each other!
I looked up and saw Josie standing in the doorway.
"I heard part of it," she said. "I came to tell you that Rudy's in the front room. He's still plastered to a great degree. Otherwise I wouldn't have been listening. I was afraid he'd come and hear you talk to her."
I began trembling. Was it because I'd just talked to Marlene? Was I afraid that Rudy had been reading my mind and had come to tell me off for calling her? I took my time in going to Rudy, and when I reached the living room he was sitting silently on the sofa. "Good morning, Rudy."
"Good morning. Sorry I acted like I did at Gus's."
"Forget it. I paid it no mind. How do you feel this morning?"
"Not too bad. I'm going to the office now, but I wanted to tell you that I shouldn't have taken my hurt out on you. Well," he said, rising, "I'm going. See you later."
Before I could say anything to dissuade him from going, he was already out the door and gone. For some reason or another I hadn't been able to think of anything to say.
"Well, at least he apologized," Josie commented. "Did you get a rough time from him?"
"Not really. He was just anti-social."
"I've never seen a man who could change so drastically. From the way he was that day he and Marlene were here, compared to the way he is now is tragic."
"More than tragic," I said. "I hope that if Marlene does call him, she doesn't tell him that I called her."
"If I don't miss my guess, she'll tell him-an excuse to give him."
"I certainly do hope you're wrong. I know I'll never get him, but I still don't want him angry with me. He'd feel like he didn't have a friend in the world."
"What about your own life, Chick? When're you going to start living for yourself and quit worrying about others?"
"I always worry about myself," I contradicted. "I'm already too damn selfish to live with myself. And another thing, I didn't really care for Rudy until Marlene took up with him. It was like I'd cast him off until I saw that somebody else wanted him."
"If you aren't going to work, you'd better call in and let them know. It's getting late."
I dreaded to call in, but I knew I was too upset and tired to work. Besides, I had restlessness roaming around my vagina, and I wanted to be satisfied one way or another. Doggedly I went to the phone and called the office. When I returned Josie was in the kitchen sipping at more coffee.
Instead of sitting at the table, I walked to behind her and reached around her and took a tit in each hand. After I'd set my lips to her neck, I began rolling both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"You're asking for trouble!" she exclaimed.
"Trouble? I'm already in trouble."
"You didn't score last night?"
"I got absolutely nothing, Josie. Let's go to bed."
"I'll go shower and douche," she said. "Meet you there in ten minutes."
It was fortunate that I had two showers, because I wanted a refreshing bath myself. Really for the first time since Josie had been with me I was in need for her and was thinking about her skill as a lover.
The stream of warm water felt good, and I stood much longer under it than I should have. When I reached the bedroom, Josie was lying naked on her back, her legs slightly apart so that I could view the lips of her pretty cunt. Instead of lying beside her immediately, I went to the end of the bed and came up between her legs and rested my lips against her warm, fresh cunt.
"I'd love for you to!" she exclaimed. "You've never done it, and I've been wanting it so bad I could taste it."
I'd heard her, but I didn't exchange words with her. After firming my lips against her, I lashed out my tongue and touched her clit. There was immediate response, and her pretty ass began moving and wriggling, making it hard to keep my tongue on target.
"Go, baby, go!" she yelled. "Chew it to shreds if you like."
But I didn't try. I took my time and heated her up even more. My tongue lashed inside her vagina, only to cause more disturbance in her midsection. She began a rapid trace of spasmodic orgasms, and she grabbed my head with both her hands in order to force my mouth and tongue harder against her vibrant cunt.
"Goddamn, baby. Goddamn! Suck me, baby, suck me! Oh, you're good, honey. Don't stop. You're driving me wild and I love it!"
That particular act had never brought about such good results for me. Josie appreciated what I was doing for her, and she'd waited so very long for me to come around, during which time she'd sucked her little tongue damn near off trying to please and satisfy me. Now I was repaying her, and I was more than happy and glad that I could.
"I dig you to heaven, baby doll! Make that cunt love you even more than it does. Suck it, baby, gobble it up!"
And I did. I stayed with her until I got too hot to continue, after which I rose and positioned my own cunt against her mouth, then resumed eating her from the other direction. She wrapped both arms around my legs and pulled me tightly against her, then rammed her hot tongue deeply into promised land and began lashing in and out and around, driving me out of my head.
It was peculiar how the harsh hurt of my love for Rudy had softened, once Josie and I lay exhausted upon the bed, my hand resting upon her pubic area. It felt like I'd been relieved of a great pain in my heart, and that the past with Rudy had dimmed. I was well aware that I still loved him, but his not wanting me failed to pierce my heart like it had before.
"We're real good together, Chick," Josie whispered.
"I know."
"Thanks for helping me."
"I wanted it as bad as you did," I replied.
"I don't think so. You needed it, but I don't think you really wanted it as badly as I've been craving you these past weeks."
"Let's don't think of being too close," I told her. "Neither of us knows what'll happen from day to day."
"I know, and I won't allow myself to go overboard."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Repercussions to my call to Marlene came late that afternoon. When I opened the door to Rudy's persistence at my door bell, he rushed in like a storm from the Coast.
"I told you not to call her on my behalf!" he yelled. "You had no business butting in!"
I just stared at him, and soon I saw Josie emerge from a bedroom. I didn't know whether to come, scream, or go blind. I couldn't utter a reply.
"Do you have to yell like a mad bull?" Josie interceded.
"You keep your goddamn nose out of this!" he screamed at her.
"I'll do no such a thing!" she screamed back. "You have no right coming in here and yelling at her about anything."
"That's all right, Josie," I managed to say.
"Tell your Lesbian lover to keep her nose out of this," he demanded.
"Go ahead, Rudy," I said. "Be just as nasty as you can. You're a big man, and you can afford to crash in on two women and call them dirty names."
"I'm saying only what's true!" he persisted. "This is between you and me, and she has no business getting into it."
"Just say what you came to say and leave," I said, out of patience. "As for Josie's being a Lesbian, I think you'd better clean up around your own yard!"
"Let me tell you something. I don't have any yard to clean up. What whores I know do with themselves is none of my concern. But I'll tell you one thing. You keep out of my business, and if I never see you again, it'll be much too goddamn soon! If you ever see me on the street or anywhere else, you just pretend that you've never seen me before in your whole goddamn life. Do you understand?"
"I do, and please leave!"
He left. That was that. Josie put her arm around me, just as I broke down and began crying. It hadn't been necessary for him to barge in like that, but he had. I'd only felt sorry for him and wanted to help him.
"Don't let him get the best of you, Chick," Josie consoled. "He didn't really mean what he said, and he's so full of sorrow that he's out of his head. I don't really think he wants her back. I think he wants to suffer and wants to end his life."
"Please, Josie, don't say that. Even if he does want to suffer, I don't want him to."
"You can't stop him," she argued. "No one can stop his suffering but himself. His mind's in a self-destructive channel, and he intends to destroy himself."
Immediately I knew she was right. It just hadn't dawned on me. That had been his reason for playing with other women while Marlene was around, when normally he'd have refused," even had she asked him to fuck the other woman.
My crying subsided and Josie led me to the sofa and got us both a drink. There was no doubt that I was fortunate to have her with me at a time like this. She reminded me of a little dog that never changed toward its master or mistress.
"You know, Chick, I wish you could get some time off and we could go away for awhile," Josie said. "I think you could forget all this and be much happier."
I didn't comment. I knew what she meant, but at the same time I knew I'd be miserable no matter where I went. There had never been a place far enough away where you could get away from your heart.
"What about it, Chick?"
"I'm sorry, Josie, but I don't see it that way. I must straighten up my life but not by running away. I'll have to face whatever there is to face and work it out of my system and life."
"All right, it's your life. But the farther away you can get from those two people the better off you're going to be."
The late afternoon wore on into late evening, and at ten o'clock sharp the door bell rang again. Josie jumped up quickly from where she was sitting and went to the door. I was quite stoned and couldn't have gotten up, anyhow.
"Come in, Marlene," I heard her say.
I rose quickly and stared at Marlene as her regal form made its way toward me. I had a notion to scream out at her to get out of my house and stay out, yet my tongue wouldn't move from behind my gnashed teeth.
When she closed to within five feet of where I stood, she said:
"Hello, Chick. I'm sorry I came by so late, but I didn't make up my mind to come back until late afternoon."
"I don't recall that I asked you to come back," I said icily.
"Just sit down, Chick," Josie said quickly, taking my arm. "Sit down, Marlene, and I'll get you a drink. Chick's been through quite a lot, and she's had to take a lot of shit from Rudy about calling you today. I hope you understand why she feels the way she does."
Marlene sat gingerly on the edge of a chair, as though she thought she might have to rush away at any moment. Her face was somber and her lips were sealed. I turned my head and looked in a different direction, and even in my drunken stupor I was sorry for what I'd said.
"Why did you tell Rudy that I'd called you?" I asked her.
"I didn't really tell him that you'd called. I suppose he gathered from my conversation that I'd talked to somebody here and assumed that you'd called. I got worried after I talked to you and called him at his office. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."
"Well, just forget it," I said.
"I don't think he should've come over here and given you hell. He had no call to do it," she said.
"Why don't you kids just forget it all and let's have a drink and be happy!" Josie said, coming back with a drink for Marlene.
"I don't want to forget it, Josie," I said. "I want to know what Marlene's going to do."
"I'm going back with Rudy," she said flatly. "I love him, and I don't see any reason why I have to stay away from him."
"Did he ask you to come back?" I asked.
"No, he didn't. As a matter-of-fact, he asked me not to come. He doesn't think there's any use in our trying again."
"Then why did you come back?" I asked.
"I couldn't help myself. When it comes to Rudy I have no pride. I know that we love each other and we should be together. Besides, if he and I can't make it this time, I'm not going back home. I'm going to some other town and not let anybody know where I am."
"Not even your daughter?" I asked.
"Not even my daughter," she said.
"You know, Marlene, I feel responsible for getting you and Rudy together. And I hate to see him hurt like this-time after time. You must know what this does to him. If you have some fixation about your daughter, I think you'd better get it out of your head."
"Fixation? What do you mean?" She was puzzled.
"Some mothers love their daughters in odd ways," Josie helped. "Sometimes they have a latent sexual love for them."
"Well! I can certainly assure you that I don't have that kind of love for my daughter!" she said indignantly. "And I don't know whatever gave either one of you that idea."
"Anybody could be wrong," I said. "But something's very funny about this situation."
"There's nothing funny about a mother loving her daughter the way I love mine," Marlene defended. "And I don't appreciate your intimidating that I love her any other way."
"Food for thought," Josie said.
"You don't claim to love a man like you do Rudy, then up and run off, giving the excuse that you can't stay away from your daughter-a girl who's already grown up," I countered.
She looked down at the floor and a silence fell over the room. I was almost sorry that we'd badgered her, and I hoped that it would help her make up her mind. I was with Josie on the deal. I did believe that Marlene was, indeed, in love with her daughter in a wrong way. I also felt that Rudy was wasting his time, and I didn't blame him for asking her not to come back.
"Does Rudy know you've come back?" I asked.
"No. I didn't call him again to say I was coming. Like I said, he asked me not to come. I know he loves me as much as I love him. That's why I came, anyway."
"I hope you were right in your decision," I said.
"Do you think I was wrong?" she asked.
"Yes, I definitely do. If it weren't for this daughter thing, I'd say you were right in coming. But since you admit that there is something funny about you and your daughter, I say there's no use. You'll be here a hot minute, then poof! You'll be gone again."
"Maybe you're right. If I can stay here tonight, I'll leave the first thing in the morning," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "I guess I shouldn't have come, after all."
"That's up to you. You can stay here as long as you want to."
"I'll leave. I've made up my mind. Both you and Rudy are right. There's no use!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As I watched the customers coming and going from Gus's restaurant, I realized that I'd have to miss another day at the office. All I could see was Rudy's limp body lying there on the sidewalk, as helpless as he'd been at birth. And even though he'd told me never to recognize him, I knew I'd have to go to the hospital and see him and find out if he'd died or not.
Marlene and I had both left the house together. She'd taken a cab to the airport, and I had driven to the parking lot near my work. And right then, while Rudy was no doubt in the emergency ward, Marlene was already in the skies flying toward home, away from Rudy.
That terrible morning, I had been tempted to try and talk her into staying. But I felt that I shouldn't stick my nose in again, as Rudy had suggested I not do. Now, as I went toward a telephone to report in sick again, I wished to God that I had at least tried. Because I felt that if Rudy's life could be saved, Marlene was the only one who could do it. Rudy, as Josie had said, would not try to live.
The telephone call took only a few minutes, and no one in the office had any idea that I was in Gus's, just a few steps from the Sturgis Building entrance when I called. None of that seemed to matter now; I was determined to see Rudy, whether or not he'd wanted me to. From the phone I hurried now to reach my car, feeling that every minute counted. I was more than sorry that I'd spent all that time in Gus's reminiscing the beginning of this tragedy.
It was about three miles to the emergency hospital, and I hurried through the congested traffic. When I reached the grim buildings, I found a place to park and went quickly to receiving. I found Rudy in a stall, and he was under oxygen. After I'd found the doctor who had taken his case, I learned that he was bad and that he wasn't expected to live.
"I'm his sister," I lied.
"He'll be transferred to a room as soon as possible, and as soon as we have a tent available for him," the doctor told me. "We need some information in addition to what we found in his wallet. Will you step around here to the desk, please?"
I verified what they already had, plus gave them additional information as to his business and business address. Then the doctor explained the heart attack in terms that I didn't understand and reiterated his previous statement that Rudy didn't have a chance.
After I was there an hour the desk nurse told me that he had improved, and that they had him in a room but still under oxygen. I decided then to call Marlene, because the distance to her home was so short that it took less than an hour flight time, and perhaps fifteen minutes from the airport to her house. I dug out enough change for at least five minutes' conversation, then went to the lobby phone.
"Hello," a young voice answered.
"Let me speak to Marlene, please," I said.
"She isn't here anymore," the voice said. "She left again, and I guess she isn't coming back anymore."
"Who is this?" I asked.
"I'm her daughter."
I didn't want to mention that Marlene was supposed to be there, so I said:
"If she should come back any time today, would you please tell her that Chick called her. It's very important that I talk to her."
"I will," the girl said. "Do you know my mother pretty well?"
"I hardly know her," I said. "I just know somebody who knows her."
"If you see her, I wish you'd tell her to come back home. My father misses her."
"You don't?"
"Not especially. She's okay, but I'm busy most of the time."
"I see. Well, be sure to tell her that I called, should she come home. Good-bye now."
"Good-bye."
It was with a heavy heart that I hung up the phone. I couldn't imagine what Marlene had done, and why she hadn't reached home. From what I knew of her, she should be either with Rudy, at my place, or home. She wasn't the type to go out of socket like I was. Wherever she started for she usually got there.
I felt sure that if I could get her to the hospital and let Rudy see her, she'd be the deciding factor as to whether he lived or died. Since he was so upset with me and probably hated me, I didn't want him to come to and see me standing there, for fear he'd get worse.
I wasn't much for praying, and I wasn't at all sure that I believed in it. But as I sat in the lobby I said a silent prayer for Rudy, and prayed most of all that he'd be all right if I could get Marlene back to him. The fact that the picture was in his hand told me that his sorrow about her had at least helped induce the heart attack.
I took the picture from my pocket and stared for longer than a minute at it. Rudy had every reason for loving her, even though she was kooky. I suppose you could say that I too loved her. She wasn't an ordinary, everyday girl that you saw on every street and corner.
When I next inquired about Rudy he'd been placed under the care of an outside doctor. There was still a large clot in an artery that had to be dissolved, and they had given him a blood thinner that should dislodge the clot. There had been severe damage to the tissue, but again, this doctor mentioned also that Rudy seemed to lack the will to continue with life.
Rudy never talked much about his business. Many times I had casually mentioned something or asked him about something, and he seemed always to have little or no interest in his business. It was reasonable to assume that this was part of the reason why he'd flipped so quickly over Marlene.
At eleven-fifteen the information desk began paging me. When I answered I learned that Rudy had asked the nurse to get in touch with me. Though it surprised me, I went with elation to the private room where Rudy lay resting with the oxygen tubes in his nose. I proceeded slowly into the room and to his bedside.
He turned his head only a little to look at me.
"Hi, Chick ... "
"Hello, Rudy."
"You got here fast," he said weakly.
"I was in the lobby when they called my name. I've been here several hours."
"I didn't know. I wonder why they called you, and how they knew you...."
"I'll tell you about that later. Don't talk too much now; we want you to get well."
"I do want Marlene, Chick. I miss her terribly. I wouldn't want to die without seeing her again. You'll call her for me?"
"Yes, I'll call her. Just rest and give me a little time. She wants to see you, and I know good and well that she loves you with all her heart."
His eyes narrowed as he stared quizzically at me, like he didn't believe what I was saying.
"I wonder," was his reply finally.
"I think you can be sure of it!" I said. "Now, I'll leave and let you rest, and you be very patient."
I made it out without breaking down. The tears I shed once I was out, however, made up for what I'd held back. I'd never thought of him being sick. He'd seemed so healthy and strong that a sick thought about him would've surprised me immensely.
Instead of waiting till I got home, I tried Marlene's home again from the lobby phone. This time nobody answered. How discouraging! I'd asked Rudy to be patient, but for myself there was no patience whatsoever. I wanted to get Marlene back there as soon as possible, or sooner, and I wanted to feel that Rudy was going to be all right.
Home looked good to me; the best it had ever looked. Just parked in my driveway and looking at the outside of the house told me that many comforts of life rested between those walls. And Josie. She was also something very special to me, and it had taken Rudy's hospitalization to make me realize it.
My feet and legs took me to the porch at a rapid pace, and when I inserted my key and opened the door I was met with a shock that momentarily startled me.
Marlene was standing mid-center of the living room, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Instead of standing there with her usual, regal stance, she was slouched and despondent.
"I thought you'd left," I had the presence of mind to say.
"No, I changed my mind and came back from the airport. I'm sorry that I'm such a baby, Chick, but I had to see Rudy before I left. I've been calling him, but no one knows where he is. He was due at the office this morning and he hasn't shown up yet. I feel that something's happened to him."
Yes, I said to myself, something's happened to him. Maybe once too often. Maybe there'll not be another chance for anything to happen to him.
"Do you mind that I came back, Chick?" Marlene asked.
"No, Marlene, I'm tickled to death-almost literally. Where's Josie?"
"She's out looking for you. She called your office this morning to tell you that I was back, and they said you reported in sick. She's been gone for two hours."
"Sit down, Marlene, I want to tell you something. I must talk quickly. But I don't want to get you upset. I want you to be calm, and don't ask any questions. Just let me talk."
Her eyes grew large and surprised. She went to a chair and sat. There was a worried look on her face, and it was evident that she knew what I was going to say wouldn't be pleasant. I moved closely to her and stood.
"Rudy's in the hospital," I said.
She leaned forward, startled.
"It won't help him for you to get excited and go off on a tangent. You can help him by remaining calm. He was picked up off the sidewalk this morning, and he'd had a serious heart attack."
Tears came to her eyes and she placed her hand over her mouth, stifling an outward cry.
"I want to take you to the hospital, but I don't want you to show to him that you're worried or excited. If you fail me, you'll fail Rudy. He needs something better than that now. Do you understand?"
She nodded, unable to take her hand from her mouth.
"We'll leave a note on the door for Josie. We'll say we're at the hospital. We'll go there as soon as we can, and how you act might make a difference in whether or not Rudy lives. The doctors say that he has no desire to live, but he did ask me to call you. So, I know he's had a change of mind since he's come around."
Marlene was very manageable, and she did as she was told. Without a word she followed me to the car and we left for the hospital.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Desire for self destruction or not, Rudy's eyes lit up and came alive, when Marlene bent over and kissed him on the cheek. It was gratifying to know that I'd done something worthwhile for the man I loved. I wasn't sure of what kind of love I had for Marlene at that time, but I was more than sure that I loved her in some strange way.
I walked soft-footed out of the room and left them alone. While I stood in the corridor and watched the nurses' aids pass, I said another silent prayer, this time adding onto my previous prayer that Marlene and Rudy stay together, if my first prayer was answered. Strange things were turning over in my mind, and I recognized that I was changing, becoming something that I'd never been.
An hour had passed by the time Marlene met me in the corridor.
"I know Rudy's going to be all right, thanks to you, Chick, I'm so glad you went to him like you did. And I bet you called me at home this morning, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"You don't know how glad I am that I didn't leave this morning. I had a feeling that the whole world would end if I left. Rudy wants to see you. He's very sorry that he blew up at you yesterday, and you'd better believe that he means it."
"I'll go in to see him for a minute. And, Marlene, don't ever leave him again!"
I went in and Rudy was lying with his eyes staring at the door. The moment he saw me he smiled, like I'd never seen him smile before. I proceeded to the bedside, leaned over, then kissed him softly on the cheek.
"You're a great gal, Chick," he said. "And I love you in a particular way that is good love. Don't you ever forget it, no matter what I say to you."
"I won't forget it, Rudy. And I want to see you out of this hospital real soon."
"Thanks, Chick. I do feel tired."
His eyes closed when he finished the sentence. I wondered if he'd ever be the same or near the same as before. He didn't look like the same man that had bawled me out the day before. People don't realize what a strain a businessman's under, even without his personal problems.
Marlene was crying when I met her in the corridor. We walked together, and we both were silent. I had nothing to say, really, but I was thinking quite a lot. I was wondering, if Rudy pulled through, what would happen to him if she left again.
Once we were in the car and I'd throttled the car into the traffic lane, Marlene broke down and cried loudly. It was evident that she was suffering from guilt, as well as afraid that Rudy wouldn't make the grade. I had little hope or no hope that he'd recover, but I refused to resign myself that he'd die.
"Rudy needs you, Marlene, and he needs you strong."
"It was all my fault!" she wailed. "If I hadn't left this wouldn't have happened."
"You don't know that. People from everywhere have heart attacks. You can't be sure why it happened."
"I know why. I caused it. I don't know why I act the way I do. Sometimes I think I'm crazy."
"I think you need to let go and do things you want to do. I feel you're holding something back and it's making you restless. No woman loves her daughter so much that she'll give up the man she loves, when she doesn't have to really give up her daughter. Maybe you should search your mind for the truth."
"I've searched every adit of my mind, and I don't find anything but trouble. At times I think I should let my daughter live her own life, and other times I think she needs me with her."
"Once your children are grown you have to think of your own life and let them alone."
"But you haven't had any kids, Chick. How could you know how it is?"
"That's true. But I was a kid once, and I didn't want anybody helping me live my life. And just because I haven't had any kids doesn't mean I'm stupid."
"No, I guess you're not."
She'd slowed down her crying then, but I didn't know if I'd gotten through to her or not. I began wondering if I could keep her with me until Rudy left the hospital, if he left alive.
Josie was glad to see me when I reached home. The note we'd left had at least given her some idea about what had happened and she had cooled her worrying.
"I hope you know how glad I am to see you," she greeted me.
"I should've called you this morning. But I had no way of knowing that there'd be any reason for you to call the office."
"The main thing now is that you're all right," she said. '.'How is Rudy?"
"Better. He'll be fine so long as Marlene's here."
I had purposely said that so Marlene would know what I was thinking. It was absolutely necessary for her to know that maybe Rudy's life depended upon her being around. And I intended getting some time off so I could try to make sure she stayed around.
"Will you be going back to the hospital tonight?" Josie asked.
"Yes."
Marlene walked away and went to the bedroom. "She taking it pretty bad?" Josie asked. "She is."
"She was fit to be tied this morning when she couldn't get in touch with either one of you. I think she had a strong feeling that something had happened to him. She said she knew something was wrong."
"And something was," I said.
"Do you think it was Marlene or his business that caused it?"
"I have no idea," I said. "If I were to guess, I'd say everything lumped together. I'm starved, Josie."
"Come on, I have something you'll like. Shall I call her to eat?"
"I'll go talk to her myself."
"Good. I can't stantf crying women!"
Josie went hurriedly to the kitchen, and I went to the bedroom. Marlene had calmed down, and behind her distress there was a smile seeping through.
"We'll eat something," I said. "It'll make us both feel better."
Without a word she rose and went with me. I put my arm around her and felt a sensual tremble race through my body. It scared me a little, because I knew there was only one reason for it; I liked her in a way that perhaps I shouldn't!
"I'm glad Rudy and I have you, Chick," she said, putting her arm around me as we walked. "I was just sitting there wishing there were more people like you in the world."
"I'm not that much," I said. "And everywhere there're good people, just like there're bad people around."
"But there's a vast difference about you!"
We entered the kitchen and everything smelled good. Josie was quite the girl for making a kitchen smell nice, and I'd grown to appreciate having her around. It wasn't, however, just because of her cooking.
"You two sit down and get your stomachs in order," Josie ordered. "I got pretty hungry waiting for you."
Marlene wasn't at all enthusiastic about eating, but she began to nibble. Both Josie and I watched her from the unnoticeable sides of our eyes, not letting her know that we were paying any attention to her.
Since a few minutes before when I'd discovered that Marlene appealed to me in a sensual way, it was hard for me to keep my eyes off her. It seemed that my problems were increasing instead of easing up.
We finished eating and made short work of clearing and cleaning the kitchen. It was decided that once everything important was done in the house, the three of us would go together to the hospital to see Rudy. I made my call to get a leave of absence, and it was a breeze.
When Marlene had occasion to leave us for some reason, Josie said:
"I see something in your eyes that I haven't seen before."
"I know. And good it ain't. I wonder if she sees it?"
"I doubt it. But I hope it isn't too wild. It would hurt both Rudy and me."
"It won't be that wild," I assured her. "But I wonder what's got into me?"
"I wish I knew," she said, heaving a sigh. "But come what may, you once told me not to expect too much."
"Let's think positively," I suggested.
"Positive that you'll fall like a brick house for Marlene?"
"Positive that it will be no tragedy."
"That, I'll be hoping continuously," she said.
"Maybe my feeling'll leave me before too long."
"No, it won't. And I'm still thinking positively."
"You've been pretty right up till now, Josie. I have no real reason to believe that you won't be right about this. But nothing real must come of it."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
For longer than a week Rudy played tag with death. He didn't stop having attacks until the doctors stuck a pacemaker in his heart. After that he began to improve. There was an electrocardiograph taken daily to check for any new damage.
It was at the end of the second week that the doctor told us that he was going to be all right, and for us not to worry. Each time I'd gotten a chance to be alone with Rudy, I kept telling him how much Marlene needed him. The concern I induced in him harmed him much less than his lack of interest in life.
Another problem, however, was rising. Marlene was getting restless again. In the middle of the third week that Rudy had been hospitalized, she began to tremble and pull a handkerchief between her hands. Fortunately I saw what was taking place, and after dinner and hospital visiting I followed her to her bedroom.
"What's the matter, Marlene?" I asked, sitting beside her on the bed.
She looked at me, and shortly a tear dropped from one eye. Her lips seemed sealed, and apparently she didn't want to answer.
"Has someone said something you didn't like?"
"No, Chick. But I'm afraid I'll have to run again."
"You're being ridiculous! Do you realize what you're talking about?"
"Yes, I do. But I can't help it. I'm a nervous wreck, and I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Get your clothes off and let's take a shower," I suggested.
"You mean together?"
"Together, yes," I said.
"If you want," and she rose and unzipped her dress.
"We'll use this shower, and I'll use some of your cologne. I need one item from my room, and I'll be right back."
On my way through to my bedroom, I told Josie that I was going to spend some time alone with Marlene, and she understood.
"She's as nervous as a cat," Josie commented. "I hope you can do something with her. Otherwise she'll be gone before morning."
"I know."
Marlene was naked and waiting when I returned. Her hair was pulled up and pinned, and she was ready for the shower.
"I should do my hair tonight," she said. "But I guess I'll wait."
"It looked good today," I said, wondering what she'd meant that she should wait for.
"If I don't do it every three days it looks and feels awful," she said.
"I'm ready," I announced.
In the shower, once the water was adjusted, I took the initiative and began scrubbing her back. After that was done, I put the cloth across my shoulder and began soaping her breasts and stomach, then over her buttocks, back around to her navel and pubic area.
I felt her trembling, then I said:
"Now, you do my back."
She obeyed, but she didn't go any farther, just my back. I'd hoped she'd do the same as I'd done, but you can't win every race. We took turns standing under the spray, then we began to frolic and laugh lightly.
"This feels good!" she said. "I think I could just live under a shower."
"I think I could too."
When we got out, I dried her off, all over, then dried myself. We both rubbed on cologne, then left the bathroom. Just as she was near the bed, I pushed her and she landed supine upon the bed. I lifted her legs and feet, straightening her out and moving her toward the center. Without waiting for comment, I dived between her legs and pressed my mouth to her vagina.
"Do you think we should, Chick?" she asked, raising her head.
"Yes, I think we should," I said against the hair. "I think we should've a long time ago."
"But Rudy...."
"You know Rudy wouldn't care."
"It's different when he's here too."
I didn't answer. I went after her, and very soon her midsection caught on fire and she was lost in ecstasy. She locked her legs around my head and started moaning loudly. She tasted like rich honey but not as sweet, and the first I felt was that I could go on forever scarfing her up.
I finally left her to cool and lit a cigarette.
"There's something about that, Chick, that drives me crazy. I hope we're doing the right thing."
"When you're not used to it you get a little ashamed," I said. "But later on you realize how good it is, and you couldn't care less as to what anybody else thinks."
"I'd die if anyone found out about something like this!"
"Nobody's going to find out," I assured her. "The first time you do it, you feel like everyone who sees you knows by looking at you that you've done it."
"I know! After we had that party that Sunday I was so ashamed I almost went crazy for a week afterward."
After butting my cigarette, I reversed myself on the bed, positioning my midsection even with her face. Quickly I grabbed her clit between my lips and began racing to see how fast I could make her start popping. It took only a few light orgasms before she reached for me, drawing my pubic area to her face. I probably would've never taken the chance had she not done it already with Josie.
This time I kept going. First lying on our sides, then on top of her, then back to our sides. She was sending me over the top as many times as I was sending her, and it was great. It was the first time I'd had sex since Rudy had fallen ill; and, believe me, I'd been hurting like I'd never hurt before. And it didn't take an expert to know that Marlene had also been suffering.
I finally let her up, and I lit another cigarette.
She said:
"We didn't even have a drink this time!"
"We didn't need one," I said. "You're great, Marlene."
"Thank you. I feel sort of ashamed, though. How long will that last?"
"I hope not very long. I'm still hotter than a cat, and after we rest, I'd like a repeat performance."
"Won't Josie feel left out?" she asked.
"I thought maybe it'd be better if we started alone. I'll get her in on it if you want me to."
"I wouldn't want her to get her feelings hurt," she said.
"All right. We'll get us a cocktail and ask Josie to join us."
"I think we'd better," she warned. "She's such a nice kid. But I knew from the beginning that she was strong for women. That's why Rudy told me to suggest she go down on you the last time we had a party."
"You and Rudy knew?"
"I don't know much, as you know, but I knew that."
"That's a little embarrassing," I pretended.
"Oh, think nothing of it, Chick. After all, I enjoyed what she did to me."
"All right, I'll just forget it. None of us really has anything to be embarrassed or ashamed about."
Anticipating the three of us together, my cunt began throbbing and I wished Rudy were with us. No matter how good I felt with a woman, I wanted that cock in me to finish the job.
Had it not been for Josie's thoughts about Marlene and her daughter, and the fact that Marlene had gotten so restless, I wouldn't have been so forward in seducing her that way. But I figured I had to make a try at something, even if it was wrong. Although I had no idea what the final results would be, I felt that I was on the right track. The major job would be to get her past the shame.
I left Marlene in the kitchen to mix the drinks, then went in search of Josie. She turned up in the yard near the pool, and I made motions with my eyes before I opened my mouth.
Josie's eyes lit up, and I said:
"Marlene's mixing us a drink. Be sure you have your clothes off when you meet us in her bedroom."
"Right!" was her soft reply.
The first thing we did as a trio was terrific. We formed a triangle and sucked each other. This went on for longer than an hour, and it was a good thing that we'd practically finished our drinks before we started.
I was the first to break, because I was the cigarette fiend, and nothing, but nothing, could keep me away from smoking very long.
While I smoked, Marlene and Josie took each other, sixty-nine, and Marlene had started the wheels going. That was encouraging, and while I smoked and watched, I tried to figure out a scheme that would assuage Marlene's shame, once it was all over. I hoped that Marlene wouldn't like this action so much that she no longer enjoyed Rudy. I doubted it very much, though the fear was there.
Where we got the stamina I don't know. But we went nearly all night, having a few drinks in between. The longer we went, the stronger Marlene got, until she became the head aggressor!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
It worked. As usual, Josie had been right. Marlene enjoyed a release that calmed her to a point that she could sit for hours without getting nervous. It seemed, though, that for some time in her life it would be necessary for her to live a split life as regards to sex. She was definitely a bisexual and having both man and woman was a must.
I was fully aware that Rudy would have to know. How he would take less than all of Marlene's love I didn't know, though I hoped he'd understand. It wouldn't really be like her actual love for him would be shaved or trimmed. She would still know him as her master in the sex department.
It was after the fifth week that the doctor agreed to release Rudy to our care, instructing us not to allow him to get on his feet for another two weeks. This meant that he'd have to piss in a jar, eat in bed, and go to the bathroom only when it was absolutely necessary.
Marlene, Josie and I had continued to have our sex together for the full period of time, and we'd planned to continue, though one of us would be available in the event Rudy needed something. Marlene and I had talked extensively about her future with Rudy, as well as a possible future with her and a second person or persons. She felt that she needed Rudy more than ever before, and that he might be the only man in her life who might understand her true frame of mind.
It had been decided by all that Rudy would stay in my house, where there would be three of us to take turns taking care of him. And the afternoon that we brought him in, he was very cheerful and he looked good. Marlene was the one who took full charge and wanted to do everything for him. She was very happy that she could do this, and also that she could be near him at longer intervals.
After Rudy had gone off to sleep we girls sat in the kitchen and discussed whether or not Rudy should be told now how Marlene felt or if we should wait until he was unquestionably well.
"I don't think Rudy'll be that much against how Marlene feels," Josie said. "He's aware that she and I made the scene together before."
"I talked to Rudy about that after it had happened," Marlene said. "He told me that he was glad that I'd done it."
"Why don't you just wait till Rudy's well, and we'll have a party," I suggested. "When things get rolling along, just let everything happen naturally."
"That's a good idea," Josie said. "What do you think, Marlene?"
"I've always been very liberal with Rudy," she said, "so I don't see really what Rudy would have to complain about. I've never told him not to have somebody else, and when we were all four together I didn't object to his having sex with you girls. I think we'll just keep quiet, and if he objects to anything that happens, then we'll just have to hash it out between us."
"I believe that pretty well rounds it up," I said.
I didn't want to mention to Marlene that Rudy had made a remark to me about my close association with Josie, and had referred to her as "my Lesbian lover." I was sure that he'd wanted only to throw off some hurt from his heart, and that he hadn't cared one way or another what Josie and I were doing together.
For the rest of the afternoon and evening we set a pattern that was to follow through till Rudy could enter the sex picture again. Together we managed food and feeding of Rudy, and while one or the other of us checked on him, we had sex up till after midnight. Marlene had definitely become the aggressor, and she seemed to want her lips against a cunt as often and as long as she could.
It was surprising how rapidly time had passed. Rudy's bedtime had gone by very fast, during which time we three girls had a ball together. Marlene had been in front of Rudy quite a few times, his prick entering her from the back, so there would be little or no exertion on his behalf. But for myself I'd had no such luck, and I was getting to the point that I had to find something long and stiff soon.
We hadn't planned to have anything with Rudy participating. But he was feeling so well and cocky that Marlene threw down some pillows to the rug and invited him to lie down. He didn't object, and before he did so he removed his robe, leaving only his shorts on. He asked for a cocktail, so we made a round for all of us.
As we drank, the girls and I removed a piece at a time, until all three of us were naked. Nobody bothered to finish disrobing Rudy, but finally he peeled off his shorts and let his cock spring loose. It was full but not hard, and I suppose each of us was afraid to impose upon him by making the first move. It all seemed different from before, and I think we all waited for him to make some indication what he wanted, if anything.
We were halfway between our third drink, when he said:
"Come over here, redhead, and sit on my chin."
His order left me puzzled, but Marlene knew what he meant. She straddled his neck and lowered herself until her cunt touched his lips. His head was somewhat higher on two pillows, and with her on her knees it made a pretty good position.
Marlene began whining and squirming, and Rudy's prick hardened and lay back upon his stomach, attempting to stand straight up. I wanted to climb on it, but I figured I'd better wait for awhile and not muddy my spring. And too, it would leave Josie out of the picture.
I lay, instead, on my side, my head at his midsection, and took the cock into my mouth. As I worked it deeper down my throat it got harder and began to throb. You'd never have known that he'd ever had a heart attack, by the way that thing was acting. It seemed a lot bigger than before and definitely harder than I'd ever felt it.
I tried to suck it in such a way that he wouldn't go off, as I thought he shouldn't go off too many times and make himself weak. But, by the way it was throbbing, I wasn't sure that what I did would help one way or another.
It distracted me quite a lot, when Josie drew my legs apart and began nibbling at my clit. Marlene was all over Rudy's face, and it was evident that she was having one orgasm right after the other. She'd been doing that a lot with Josie and me, and it had gotten so I could make her have an orgasm by merely sucking one of her tits.
Josie was working me over but good! I started popping, and for awhile it seemed like Marlene and I were timed with the same orgasm clock, both of us popping simultaneously. Even though I was making out like a successful robber, I had the presence of mind to wonder how Rudy was keeping from getting smothered.
Rudy started going, and I tried to keep pace swallowing with the flow of sperm emptying into my mouth. I knew I was losing some, though I tried to catch it all. Just as he stopped throbbing, Marlene keeled over and lay exhausted on the floor. I squeezed my legs together, squashing Josie's jaws, indicating that she also should stop.
"Damn," I said, "that was really wild!"
"It was good," Rudy said. "I've missed this action."
Marlene came back to life and sat up, woozy and uncertain.
"You really had it," I told her.
"He wouldn't stop," she said. "He was holding me there, and I didn't have the strength left to get away from him."
I could see her eyes glued to Josie's cunt, and I knew that the crucial moment was near, when Rudy would have to know that Marlene wasn't just a man's woman. She was prepared now to remain in place as far as her relationship with Rudy was concerned, and now it was going to be Rudy who'd make the final decision.
"You should be so lucky," Josie quipped. "I wish somebody'd hold me down for some of that."
Marlene came alive and practically leaped to where Josie sat. She forced her down and took a tit in her mouth, then rubbed her hand over Josie's cunt. As soon as Josie began to squirm, she slid down to between her legs and commenced working on her. Josie went ape instantly. I looked toward Rudy in a way that he couldn't be sure I was looking at him, and his face was white and his expression puzzled.
"Isn't that beautiful, Rudy?" I asked, trying to erase some of the shock from his face.
"Beautiful?" he asked. "You call it beautiful?"
"Yes, I call it beautiful."
"I don't know," and he closed and opened his eyes several times, as if he were trying to ascertain if he was awake or asleep.
"It really takes some woman to let her boy friend have sex with two other women besides herself, don't you think?" I said.
His face relaxed, and he nodded assent.
"I've never seen a woman so broadminded as she is," I pressed. "Most women get shook if a man so much as looks at another woman."
"Yes, you're right," he agreed, his eyes glued to the action.
"I think it's very natural for a woman to like to be with other women occasionally."
"Do you like it?" and looked at me.
"Of course."
"You had other women before Josie?" he asked.
"Yes."
He returned his gaze toward the girls, and at that instant I looked at his cock, only to see that it was hard and pointing straight toward me.
"Watching that does something for you, doesn't it?" I asked.
"It does something-I can't decide just what," he said.
"Look at your prick."
He glanced down, then smiled.
"It was soft until that started."
"You should try to understand, Rudy. It might be hard at first-I mean, to understand-but you'll get used to the idea, and you'll be a lot happier about it later."
"I know what you're trying to say, and you might be right. I'm going to try, but I know from how I feel now it'll be more difficult to do than most things."
"Marlene's not the first woman you've had, and you know how the others were. You'd better count your blessings in her and really appreciate her."
I haven't been relating what went on between the girls while Rudy and I were talking. But you can use your imagination, since they had reversed to sixty-nine, each doing the other. Anyhow, they were near the end when I'd said all that I needed to say, and after they'd lain a few minutes recuperating, Marlene went to sit by Rudy.
"That was wild, Daddy," she said, putting her arm around him. "Do you hate me?"
Like the world waits for the sun to rise, I waited for his answer. He had a chance to consider her, or he could blow the whole deal.
When he didn't reply, Marlene repeated:
"Do you hate me?"
"I enjoyed watching," he blurted instantly.
"Do you hate me?" she pressed.
He turned toward her, took her into his arms, then set his lips upon hers and began to press. She flung both arms around him and returned his kiss.
When they broke, Rudy said:
"You ask the most foolish questions I ever heard."
Rudy wasn't putting on. I could tell. He'd reasoned it out, and he'd made his decision. I wondered then how many men would've made the same decision.
For Rudy's condition we had a ball that night. Considering his condition again, I'd never seen such a stiff prick that stayed stiff so long, But I attributed it to the fact that he'd gotten so much rest during those weeks, plus his happiness over having Marlene with him.
He hasn't changed yet, and neither has Marlene. We get together often, even though they've been married for quite some time. Josie still remains in my house, but old hot-assed me, I haven't given up my search for men. One day I might find the right one for me, and maybe I'll luck out like Marlene did. Though I doubt it, since I'm still not the sharing type!
