I turned softly, and Janine Lawrence was there, waiting for me. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me.
I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, and the darkened room seemed to be swirling around me. "No," I said, in a weak protest. "We shouldn't... " Janine covered over my objections with a second, tender kiss. This time her mouth was open, and I could feel the darting snake of her tongue as it pushed between my lips. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and swallow it. I wanted to crush my body against her body, put my breasts against her breasts, my thighs against her thighs, my cunt against her cunt. The confused fever of my passion made my breath feel like steam in my lungs.
"Why not, Linda?" she asked softly, brushing the words against my smooth, open lips. "Because you're a woman? Because I'm a woman?"
The pull of her arms around me was so gentle, so fragile; no more than light, cool breezes binding me against her supple firmness. Janine had no bra on, and under the flimsy silken material of her blouse, I could feel the budding heaviness of her breasts and aroused stiffness of her nipples. She swayed her body from side to side, brushing those wonderful orbs across my own half-naked breasts, and icy cold shudders of raw passion sunk down into my body like jagged knives.
"Yes... no!" I moaned, eyes closed, yet sensing the pulsing darkness around me as if it were a living, breathing entity. "I don't know, Janine. It's just... so... "
"Hush," she said, whispering the words, calming me as if I were a frightened child. She touched my face with her open hand, gently, lightly, stroking me with her smooth, caressing fingers. "Close your eyes, Linda. Enjoy what's about to happen. Don't block out your feelings. Go with them. Trust them. Your body wants this. Your body knows it's good. Trust your feelings, Linda. Trust your body."
I opened my mouth to say something, but a rush of pleasure rained down upon me, and instead, I turned the movement into a kiss. I pressed my mouth against her sweet honeyed lips, rolling my face around in a slow wet circle. Kissing her, I suddenly knew I didn't want to stop.
My tongue moved from deep inside my mouth, and I pressed it between Janine's lips. I felt her mouth open, and I could taste the moist warmth of her breath as she breathed it into my mouth. My tongue slid wetly in, and I flit it from side to side, exploring that damp secret cavern. Excitement raced through me as it hadn't since I was an adolescent, receiving my first kiss, my first sexual caress, my first fuck. My body was trembling with the newness of exploration.- Janine moaned. The sound began deep in her throat, rose up in a wake of tiny vibrations, and was flicked back into my mouth by my darting tongue. I swallowed the sound, as if I were swallowing some intimate part of her body. I felt those tremors sinking down inside of me until, like arrows of her passion, they pierced the inner flesh of my cunt. I crushed my body against hers, and beneath her tightly-fitting skirt, I could feel her thighs part slightly.
"Be gentle," I asked. I kissed the words against the rim of her mouth. She punctuated them with the point of her tongue. "It's my... first time."
"Yes, baby, yes," Janine assured. She brushed my hair with her steady fingers, as if she were brushing away my fears. I could feel myself calming under her caress. "Don't worry, Linda. I'll be gentle... always gentle."
Janine kissed me and I kissed her back. Our tongues met in that dark wet space between our lips, and they pushed against each other. My tongue was stronger or hers perhaps- was more compassionate: I slid deeply into her mouth again. The excitement I had known before, touched me again.
I ran the flat of my tongue over the twin ridges of her biting teeth. There was a shallow pocket of saliva just beyond, and I dove my tongue into it, sucking it back into my mouth as if it were precious drops of water and I was dying of thirst. I rolled my tongue-tip over the smooth slippery walls of her inner cheeks, then up, over the hollow of her palate. Lastly, I attacked her dormant tongue. It lay passively at the base of her mouth until my prodding sensual thrusts awakened it from its momentary slumber. Aroused, I laid my tongue directly against it, rolling it around, touching every side, every inch of that pulsing, throbbing piece of wet, moving flesh.
Without any preparation, as if it were the most natural thing to do, my hands came up around her, and I pulled Janine's body to me. My arms slid under her arms, and I rubbed my open palms up the slender length of her back, cupping her soft flesh. We were standing, and Janine moved slightly, bringing her thighs to rest directly against mine. I could feel the incredible heat of her crotch baking up from between her parted legs. I pressed myself against it, hoping to match it with my own excitement.
It was strangely erotic to kiss a woman. I thought about it very carefully, analyzing the experience for the first time in my life. It was so completely different from kissing a man. Janine was soft and smooth; the press of her mouth was easy and sensual. There was no stubble of beard on her chin or under her nose; there was no hardness, nor thick embrace of muscle. Her body was slender almost, and her breath had a sweet, clean taste. Everything about her was new and different; everything about her was exciting beyond anything I've ever known before.
Janine forced my tongue back into my mouth, then licked my lips closed with the sticky seal of her saliva.
"Yes, yes," Janine whispered. "Yes."
I could feel her breath on my face, like the hot kiss of a summer wind. I sucked it in, reeling from its intoxicating uniqueness.
"Easy, gently, Linda," she instructed. "Relax your body and enjoy this... Let the pleasure roll over you, like a thick, slow blanket... Easy... easy. Gently."
She touched my breast, "Oh, my... my... " I moaned. It was like slow electricity against my burning flesh. "Oh... oh" Janine's hand was small, and she cupped my thinly-clothed breast with a tenderness and familiarity that awakened self-memories. The sureness of her hand reminded me of my own, and it was as if I were touching myself through the blouse. And yet, somehow, the feeling was strangely different... and somehow infinitely more exciting.
Her fingers tightened around the swollen orb, and I experienced the nipple slowly, sensually building itself into a stiffness. Janine pinched her fingers in, as if testing the resiliency of my flesh, and I trembled with her intuitive sensitivity. She pressed down against the middle of the tit with her palm, flattening the nipple under the cool gauze of my blouse.
"You have wonderful breasts, Linda," Janine remarked. She began to roll her palm, still pressing her hand against the fully erect nipple, rubbing it between my own warm flesh and the silky friction of blouse material. "They're very sensitive, aren't they?"
I moaned. "Oh, yes. Yes, they are. How did you know?"
In the dark room, Janine smiled. "I can tell. I can feel the way they react to my hands." She squeezed in again. "You enjoy having your breasts touched... caressed... licked, don't you? You can never get enough of it, can you?" She played with the nipple, flicking it, "I'll bet you've often thought you -could come from just having your breasts sucked or played with, haven't you?"
She did something to my breast then-touched it in such a way, squeezed it, flicked the nipple- and an inexplicable thrill of pleasure rippled into my trembling flesh. I moaned again.
"Yes, yes!" I answered. Her hands were like magic on my tits. "How did you know? How?"
Deftly, Janine brought her hand around to the top of my blouse. She began to undo the buttons. Another thrill, this one of burning anticipation, racked my body a second time.
Janine laughed. "Women know. Only someone with breasts could possibly know how wonderful it is to have someone pay attention to them. Men are always more concerned with cunt."
The blouse parted, and Janine inserted her long cool hand between the white folds of material. Her fingers ran across my flesh, then dipped, then spread, and suddenly she was cupping my naked tit in the center of her hand.
"Oh... " I moaned. I kissed her hard, stabbing my tongue deeply into her mouth. I could feel perspiration running down my back, and there was an excited flutter of butterflies between my legs. "That feels so... good!"
Janine laughed again, but there was nothing mocking or demeaning in the soft sound; only knowledge and awareness and perhaps a ringing whimsy, as if she were about to impart some intimate sexual secret.
"Enjoy it, Linda," she said. Her fingers, her hand, the smooth rub of her flesh made my breast vibrate. "Accept the pleasure I give you as a gift. Anything that provides pleasure is good, Linda. Even sex... Especially sex."
The words went through my brain like a rushing wind. I tried to hold onto them, to drain them of their content, but the pleasure of Janine's hand on my breast was too much of a distraction. I found myself crushing my body tightly against hers, rubbing my cunt against her cunt, attempting to stuff more and more of my aching flesh into her gripping hand.
"That's it," she whispered, pressing back against my softness.. She kissed my neck, my ear, and I shuddered. "Yes, that's it!"
My hand was trembling as I lifted it. The thoughts that pulsed through my blood were new, strange, forbidden; yet I knew I would act regardless. I touched Janine's side, sliding my hand up the front of her body. And then, for the first time in my life, I touched another woman's breast.
"Yes... good, Linda," she encouraged. Janine slid her hand over to my left side, and she began to work on my other breast. "Wonderful... wonderful!"
Unlike me, Janine had very large breasts. Her flesh was soft and doughy, and I could feel the nipple coming to life under my hand. She had tiny nub-like nipples, as do so many women who have large breasts, but the nipple grew incredibly firm as I pinched it between my fingers.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," Janine moaned. She strained her thighs against my legs, and for a moment she forgot about my breasts and concentrated on her own pleasure. "That's... good!"
Physically, Janine was my direct opposite. I was tall and slender, with dark hair, dark eyes and small breasts. She was short and voluptuous, with streaked blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts and wide, flaring hips. And in the eleven years that I've been married to the same man, Janine had gone through two husbands only to finally, publicly denounce the whole institution of marriage. I was a housewife of sorts, and Janine Lawrence was the liberated woman.
And yet, yet, at that very moment, Janine and I were closer than twin sisters. It was as though our two personalities had somehow merged into one person-in thought, in desire, and in the desperate need to provide each other with exquisite, sensual pleasure.
Janine worked her fingers down the length of my blouse and parted it completely. Then she pulled the material from my skirt top, and slid the sleeves from my shoulders until they caught at my elbows. She returned her hand to my breasts. Without the dulling protection of clothing, her fingers felt like tongues of cold fire as she played them over my sensitive body.
"I want to make love to you," she said. She kissed my neck and ear, then dropped her face lower. I could feel her hot breath against my nakedness. "Please, Linda... please."
I began to shake uncontrollably. The softness of her wet lips glided up the swell of my breast. Her tongue slid from between her lips, leaving a moist trail across the upward-lifting flesh. Janine closed her mouth over the nipple, and my fingers tightened defensively, against the pleasure. I squeezed her breasts as hard as I could.
"Oh... God!" I cried. The room began to swirl. My thighs rattled against each other. My knees began to liquefy. I felt myself wobbling back and forth, about to topple. A thick, oozing wetness coated the crotch-piece of my panties. What am I doing? What am I doing! I thought.
"I... I have to lie down," I said, moaning. I moved my hand from Janine's back and placed it on top of her blonde head. My fingers dug into her scalp as I pressed her mouth even harder around my tit than it had been. "I feel... dizzy."
Janine lifted her face from my breast. Her eyes were moist in the darkness, and a dribble of saliva trickled sexually from the corner of her mouth. The whole tip of my breast was coated with a thin layer of wetness, and the nipple glowed dully in the dimness of the unlit room.
"Are you sure?" she asked. There was a tremble of passion in her soft voice. She touched my naked breast gently, tentatively. "Are you sure, Linda? I don't want to force... " There! I had my chance, my out, my escape. I could avoid this unexpected confrontation, this initial experiment into Lesbianism. I could say no now, and forget about it, or lie about it, or find any number of reasonable excuses to explain my behavior. All I had to do was say no... . I began to unbutton Janine's blouse.
"Be gentle with me... please."
Janine kissed me on the lips. It was the softest, most gentle kiss I have ever known. Her mouth pressed tenderly upon my mouth, and her tongue danced lightly between my lips. It was a romantic kiss, a compassionate kiss, a kiss of understanding and love and sensitivity. It was a kiss that was completely unselfish; a kiss more concerned with me than it was with providing her pleasures or her needs.
When Janine broke off the kiss, there were tears in her eyes. "Come with me, Linda," she said. "Into the bedroom... " Janine led me into her bedroom, walking at my side, with her arms around me, holding my elbows. Both my breasts poked starkly from the open slash of my blouse, with the white material catching and sticking to the wet nipple.
The bedroom was dark. I could smell perfumes and powders, the scent of hair-spray and cleanness, and it reminded me of my room when I was a girl. Her bed was in the center of the room, a large pink square with ruffles along the edges. Janine led me to it. She turned and faced me again, kissing me softly on my mouth. I could feel the bobble of her breasts under the flimsy material of her print blouse. The feeling was erotic.
"Let me take down the bedspread," Janine said, and she moved to perform the task.
I watched her move to do it, her demeanor serious, unhurried, concerned, and I was strangely moved by the exhibition. It was such a feminine thing to do. Concern, even at the height of trembling passion, for wrinkles in the bedspread! Certainly no man would have ever...
Janine returned and kissed me again. My hands hung at my side and she released the wrist buttons on the sleeves as we kissed. The blouse slid from my arms, and from the waist up, I was completely naked.
"My God, you have a beautiful body, Linda," she said. She ran her hands across my neck and shoulders, up and down my arms, over my back, up my sides, over the flatness of my stomach, and lastly up to the twin hills of my breasts. It was as though she took sexual pleasure from my whole body, and not just from those special, sexual areas. There was no doubt in my mind that the gentle curves of my arms were as erotic and as exciting to her as were my breasts or nipples. It was such a singular, unmasculine sensitivity.
I touched her again, with both hands now, holding the swollen softness of her breasts between my fingers. I squeezed into her flesh. Against my palms, under the fabric of the material, I could feel the throbbing hardness of her excited nipples.
"I've never touched a woman's breasts before," I said. "Not this way... not sexually, I mean."
Janine stared at me. "Do you enjoy touching them?" she asked. Her own hands were busy on my breasts, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them, caressing them. "Does it... excite you?"
I considered for a moment. "Yes... yes, it does. Very much."
"Good." Janine ran her hands down, then curved them over the shallow flare of my hips. She slid her hand across the pleated softness of my skirt until my ass was cupped between her fingers. "Never let your inhibitions deprive you of pleasure... Life's too short, Linda. If you want to do it, and it doesn't hurt anyone... then do it!"
I opened her blouse and her breasts tumbled out. Her flesh was pale white in the darkness. She had tiny little pale pink nipples inside of brownish areola circles. The tips of her breasts were pale white, and they hung down heavily, as if they were filled with milk, and it was draining towards the lowest point.
I took a nipple in my mouth and I began to suck on it. Janine trembled. I could feel her body shaking as my lips closed over that nub of hard flesh.
"Oh, God... that's so good!" She pressed her cunt against my cunt, rubbing her body slowly across mine with her broad, fleshy mound. Tremors of excitement went through me. She said: "Please suck them, Linda! Please, suck them! Please!"
My own excitement matched hers, and I could feel the lips of my cunt quivering. My mouth closed in a tight, puckered circle around the nipple. Her flesh burned my lips, and it was as if I had put the wrong end of a lit cigarette into my mouth.
"Oh... wonderful!" she moaned. She moved one hand from my ass, and used it to hold my mouth in place against her tit. "Won-derful... Jesus!"
I curled my tongue around and dabbed at the tip of the nipple. I could feel saliva rolling down the crease of my tongue, and I spread the sloppy wetness across her button-like nipple. Janine's skin was smooth and soft, and had a slightly salty, sweaty taste. I began to lave the whole tit, moving my mouth around in a hard, pressing circle against her.
Janine slid her other hand up from my ass cheek, and she skillfully opened the top button on my skirt. Her fingers closed on the zipper, and she pulled it down. The skirt loosened around my waist, but the press of her humping body prevented it from falling. She stepped back, and like a fleeting whisper, the skirt rustled down my parted legs. It fell in a silent puddle of color at my feet.
I was very excited now, and I began to move my mouth from one side of her body to the other, from tit to tit, sucking up each nipple between my wet lips. Janine's hand went down, inside the waistband of my panties, and I felt her fingers sliding over the naked cheeks of my ass.
"Your ass is nice and firm," she observed. "Youthful." She squeezed into the flesh, wiggling her fingers into the deep crack. "I like a woman with a nice firm ass." She began to toy with my anus, circling its rim with her long, pointy fingernail. "There's something very erotic about a firm, tight ass."
When I thought she was going to impale me with her finger, I moaned excitedly, and I pushed back against her probing hand. My lips tightened around her breast, and I began to chew on the nipple with my grinding front teeth. Janine's fingernail opened the tight hole of my anus.
A raw sexual shiver went through me. "Oh... God!" I moaned. I pushed back, bending my knees, squatting almost. The finger went in, about an inch.
Pleasure made me bite hard into Janine's nipple. "Uhhhh!" she moaned.
"Oh... Oh!" I cried. I could feel my clitoris throbbing against the wet material of my panties. My cuntlips quivered spasmodically. "Janine... I don't think I can stand up... " Janine pulled her finger from my anus, but instead of removing her hand from my panties, she pushed further down under my body. I felt her hand between my legs, at the back flap of my cuntlips.
"My God!" she moaned. "You're so wet, Linda... " My legs bowed out, and I pressed my crotch down against her hand. From the broad spread of my thighs, I could feel the lips of my cunt opening widely. A thick, oozing wetness trickled from the open hole of my vagina. Before it could ooze very far, one of Janine's long fingers moved up into me, and stopped the flow.
"Oh... yes!" I said, grunting. I pushed down, and the finger went up, deeper and deeper into me. The silken fabric of my panties was straining against my hips, cutting into the tensed flesh of my thighs. "Yes... yes... yes!"
"You're so hot!" she marvelled, whispering excitedly. "So hot... inside!"
Janine moved her finger around- and around, scraping it against the tender walls of my wet, vaginal tunnel. Her arm was bent over my back, and her wrist was pressed between the cheeks of my ass. She jerked the finger slowly in and out, in a fucking motion that brought me pleasure like no finger, no cock I've ever felt inside of me.
I pushed my body down with all my weight, and Janine's finger went all the way up inside of me. I could feel the curled fist of her straining hand as it pressed tightly against the hairy lips of my oozing cunt.
"Please... " I moaned. "Let me lie down before I fall down Please!"
Reluctantly, Janine withdrew her finger from my cunt. Then, slowly, deliberately, she dragged the moist finger up, between the lips of my cunt, up and around, over my anus, between the cheeks of my ass, and then, finally, out of my panties. She wiped her wet hand on my naked back.
By this time, my whole body was quivering, and I was almost mindless with passion. The raw material of orgasm burned in my belly, and I knew it would take very little effort to shape that feeling into a shattering climatic explosion.
Janine lowered me to the edge of the bed. "Lie back," she said softly, softly. "I want to make love to you, Linda... " I did as Janine asked. My head was spinning. The sheets were cool under my fevered flesh. My thighs parted, and I looked up, between them, at Janine.
She was removing her blouse. Her fingers worked quickly, yet carefully, and after a moment the blouse was off. She folded it carefully, and placed it on a chair next to the bed. There was a belt on her skirt, and she opened it. The skirt dropped down her legs. All that remained was a pair of blue, low-cut bikini panties. Teasingly, she hooked her fingers into the waistband. She drew the panties down her body, slowly, erotically, revealing her nakedness to me, inch by trembling inch.
The excitement of seeing her naked squeezed a moan from my lips: "My God!" I put my hand down to my cunt and I touched it. The crotch of my panties was soaked through. I began to finger my clitoris. "My... God!"
Janine was a broadly built woman, with heavy breasts and wide, wide hips. Her waist was pinched, and there was just the slightest bulge to it. Somehow, that made her nakedness appear even more sexy than it might have been had her belly been perfectly flat. It made her seem real, like a woman, and less like a living sexual fantasy.
My eyes moved down to the center of her body. Her thighs were well-rounded and tapered, and they were spread in a wide, sexual invitation. The swollen mound of her cunt was broad: a deep, sprawling, upward-curved vee that was covered with the thickest growth of brownish-blonde hair I have ever seen. There was something starkly sexual about Janine's body and I found myself growing more and more excited.
"Lie back," she whispered, moving towards me. "I'm going to make love to you... " I felt Janine push between my parted thighs. She hovered over me, staring down at my nakedness. I pulled my hand from the bend of my cunt, and placed it flat on the mattress, next to me.
"That's it... " she whispered. Her mouth was soft and wet. "Let me do it, Linda... Let me!"
She touched both my breasts, and I groaned with pleasure. Her hands squeezed into the mounds, pinching the nipples between her fingers. Then she leaned her weight over me, flattening my breasts under the press of her hands. She rotated them, pulling my tortured flesh around. A thick, runny discharge dripped from my cunt, and trickled over the flattened cheeks of my ass.
"Yes... yes!" I moaned. I closed my eyes to savor the pleasure of her hands. "Yes, Janine-yes, lover!"
Her hands moved from my breasts, and she slid her fingers down the length of my body until she reached my panties. She hooked her fingers into the elastic band, and she began to pull the panties down my legs. I arched up to help her. She slid them from my body. I was completely naked.
"My God, Linda," she whispered. "You're beautiful... beautiful."
She touched my cunt, cupping it lightly. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, and the size of her hand was unusually small against me. It was different, completely different from the hard, aggressive grip of a man's hand. I pushed my cunt up against it.
"So... slender," she whispered. "Like a young girl's body... dark curling pubic hair... thin, sensitive lips... and wet. So very wet."
Janine began to masturbate me as if she were playing a delicate instrument. My body began to respond to her sensitive, instinctive touch. My nipples stiffened until they seemed brittle, my hips lifted slightly, and my thighs spread. I began to press up and down, rocking gently, immediately in tune to the sensual tempo of self-pleasure.
Her hand was like my own upon my cunt-it seemed to have a telepathic link to my body, a secret awareness, a sensitivity that knew exactly when and how to press, how to move, how to turn, how to caress. It was as though Janine were doing it to herself, through me.
"Oh... yes!" I moaned. My eyes were closed, and I could feel perspiration collecting on my top Hp. My mouth was dry. "Do it to me, Janine... Do it!"
Her fingers pressed in, hard then soft, parting the wet, clinging folds until she exposed the bud of my clitoris. I could feel her two fingers come down upon the responding nub, rub it once or twice, then slowly, slowly begin to turn, pulling the flesh around. My cuntlips quivered, and I jerked back my knees, involuntarily, opening my cunt.
"What beautiful labia," she said, fingering them. "So delicate... like flower petals."
Her fingernail slid into the damp valley between the lips, scraping through the wetness as if she were attempting to collect it for harvest. Janine stopped at the entrance to my cunt. I began to tremble violently when I thought she was going to plunge the finger in. But she didn't, and instead, she circled the pink ring of muscles slowly, teasingly, tormenting me with the hardness of her finger.
Like a balloon filling with burning, bubbling air, I could feel the orgasm inside of me, growing larger and harder. I pressed down around it until it seemed like a hot, throbbing fist in my belly. I drew my hips up, pressing my thighs against my breasts until they were crushed and flattened. My cunt was almost above me now. I locked my hands behind my knees and pulled my body in half.
Janine plunged her finger into my cunt.
"Oh Jesus!" I cried. Her movement was sudden and swift, like a stabbing knife. I closed my cunt around her finger. I pulled back hard with my hands. "God... God... God!"
Her finger was all the way into me, inserted as deeply as it could possibly go. I felt it moving from side to side, flitting wetly, exploring every possible inch of my clinging, cuntal canal.
"You're tight," she said, swirling me. "Very tight... God, sometimes I wish I was a man. I'd love to know how it feels to fuck a cunt like yours." Janine pulled her finger out, and I felt my cunt collapsing.
"No, don't-" I began. But before I could finish, Janine had returned her fingers to my clitoris, and the cry of protest became a moan of pleasure. "Ooohhhh-ohhh!"
"Now... " she said, softly, in a velvet-like whisper. Now, Linda, now... " The mattress moved, and I could feel Janine lowering herself to her knees. Her hands were stilly on my cunt, massaging my clit, but I could feel her breath now, on my thighs, billowing down between the damp cheeks of my ass. My cunt oozed wetly, and her breath was like a cold tickle between the fluttering lips. I pulled my legs even further back, until my knees were touching my shoulders. I opened my eyes and stared down between my parted thighs. Janine's face was only inches from the upturned, wet spread of my cunt.
"Yes... Yes!" I was almost begging. "Yes!"
She touched my cunt with her mouth.
"Oh... God!" I cried. I lifted my ass from the mattress and pushed my cunt into her mouth. "Janine... eat... me!"
I could actually feel the tip of Janine's tongue slide from her mouth. With a slipping, side to side motion, she worked it between the lips of my cunt. She touched the bud of the clitoris first, dabbing it, and then she moved her tongue down the length of the fleshy crack until she stopped just outside my cunt hole. She probed the hole with her tongue, teasing me with it, exciting me, inflaming my brain and body, and then slowly, slowly, very slowly, she pushed her tongue into my cunt.
"Uh... uh... uh!" I groaned. I pulled my thighs apart, opening the lips of my cunt. My body jerked up, and I could feel Janine's teeth and lips. Her hot breath snorted from her nose. "Lick it... lick it... Oh, please... lick it!"
She wiggled her tongue inside of me, then pulled it out, returning it to my clitoris. The bud was throbbing. Her tongue came down upon it and licked it stiffly. She started at the base of the pulsing nub and stroked upward, over the trembling piece of flesh until she was on the other side. Then she returned and repeated the attack, over and over again, until my cunt was a quivering mass of jellied flesh.
"Eat me!" I moaned. I watched her tongue as it moved out from her slobbered lips, licking at my cunt, diving between the hairy flap, stroking my body. "Lick it, Jan! Eat me! Lick it!"
Janine's hands circled my straining ass cheeks. Her fingers dug into my tensed flesh, and she bent towards me, as though she were getting ready to devour a delicious meal. Her eyes were glowing as she pressed her face tighter and tighter into the wetness of my cunt. Grunting with the effort, she pulled the cheeks of my ass apart with her stretching, ripping fingers.
Then her tongue went berserk against my cunt.
It was unlike anything I've ever known. Janine used her tongue the way a surgeon might use a scalpel, the way an artist might use his paintbrush. Her touch was light and hard, swift and slow, agonizingly direct and subtly devious. She used her tongue with the same intimate knowledge as to how it must feel... from years and years of practice and experience in having it done to herself fey other women.
I felt the hard ball of orgasm growing harder, larger, sharper in my cunt. Pleasure coursed down my doubled-over thighs, pumped into my tender breasts, and blinded my eyes with its glaring brilliance. There was blood racing in my ears and my breath gushed from my tight-lipped, moaning mouth like steam escaping from a valve. Sweat coated my nakedness, and I strained my body harder and higher against Janine's mouth.
"Oh, God!" I cried. My head was rolling from side to side on the heaving mattress, spilling my hair like shadows across the bed. "You're going to make me... come!"
Janine's tongue was almost indifferent to my mounting passion, and more than anything else, I found that exciting. My orgasm was there, just below the level of sensation, and yet, unlike a man would, Janine didn't attempt to bring it on with any sudden flurry of attention. She licked and dabbed, rubbed and sucked, played with my clit with her tongue in a slow, steady, unhurried pace.
She was giving my whole body a chance to experience the pleasure. She was slowly building it, gradually, step by patient step, until passion was blazing like a fire inside of me, and every inch of my being shuddered from the terrible, agonizing heat of ecstasy.
The strokes of her tongue were even and steady, beginning at the base of my clit, a half-inch in front of the throbbing button, then stroking upward, over the bud, until her tongue was on the other side, a half-inch behind it-then back again, in that same slow, tortuous, delicate saliva slippery path.
"Oh... God!" I moaned. Janine knew what she was doing: she knew how to lick a cunt. Her technique was as different from a man's as fucking was different from fondling. There simply was no comparison: it was exquisite. "God... God... God!"
She worked her tongue as if it had the sharp point of a knife on the end of it: prodding me with it, poking me, stabbing it into me, touching me in places I never knew existed, bringing on sensations I never knew were possible. Up and down, in and out, back and forth, over and under, building me, building me, building me, building me until...
I stared down between my shuddering legs. My eyes were bleary with passion and I had difficulty focusing them. I could see Janine's mouth, pressed deeply between the hairy lips of my cunt. Her eyes were closed, and saliva and cuntal discharge spread like a thick, glistening cream all across the bottom half of her face.
"I... want you!" I groaned, in pain from the pleasure. "I... want your cunt!"
My words sliced through the heavy, sweaty air, shocking me, drawing Janine up from her work in my cunt. Her eyes were glazed and red. Passion stained her cheeks, and she had cunthair-my cunthair!-in her mouth.
"Do you... mean it?" she asked. Saliva dripped from her bottom lip. "Linda... are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried, shocking myself even further. "Yes, yes! I want your cunt, Janine... I want to lick your cunt!"
She hesitated a moment, weighing my answer, and then silently she rose from between my legs. Janine climbed onto the bed. Carefully she placed her cunt against my mouth. Her legs came down around my head, and I grabbed onto her ass with clawing fingers. She bent over my body, pressing the warm length of her body against me, upside down, and she returned her mouth to my cunt. We were sixty-nining.
The moment Janine's tongue touched my clitoris, the sharp intensity of my brimming orgasm immediately returned. I hunched up, driving my wet crotch into her mouth and began to eat her cunt.
My brain raced to measure the experience, but it was unique. Janine's body was strangely different from anything I've ever known. Unlike a man's body, hers was soft and hairless, smooth and supple. There was a cleanness about it. Even in the raunchy sexual smell of perspiration there was the smell of powder and perfume and it was so completely alien that it made my head reel drunkenly. I crushed my face between her legs, bringing my mouth to the lips of her cunt, and I stabbed my tongue at her, tasting a cunt for the first time in my life.
Janine jumped, as if fire had flowed from my tongue. "Uuhhhh!" she moaned, stroking my clitoris with her ceaselessly moving tongue. "Uuuhhhhh!"
Her cunt was hot and sloppy. Pubic hairs on her cuntlips tickled under my nose. The wetness of her sexual discharge oozed against my face. I parted the leather-like folds of her cuntal lip with my tongue, and I saw the tight, puckered circle of muscles that ringed her vaginal opening. I tested the tip of my tongue against the orifice. Something wet and thick oozed out. I licked through it, then pushed my tongue in hard. I entered Janine's body.
Vibrations began to shake my cunt. My orgasm was almost upon me. I could feel it spreading out, like a thick wet oil, filling in all the untouched, uncaressed spaces of my cunt. The friction of her tongue rubbed hard against me, and the spreading sexual oil ignited, and began to burn. It dripped down the insides of my thighs, scalding my flesh. Janine licked through it, and the insistent rub of her mouth caused the fire to burn brighter, hotter.
The inside of her cunt was even more exciting than the outside. I could feel the slick, wet walls of her cuntal canal against the sliding wedge of my tongue. There seemed to be a sucking pressure somewhere deep inside of her, drawing on my tongue, pulling it up into her swirling, liquid depths. A thick, mucousy wetness oozed down against my tongue, coating it as I plunged it in and out of her sucking vagina.
Janine began to hunch against me, fucking my tongue in and out of her cunt. My chin was pressed tightly against the edge of her cuntal mound, and I could feel the pulsing throb of her clitoris between the open flap of her cuntlips. My nose was at the top edge of that flap, and each breath I sucked in was heavy with the sweetly cloying sexual odor of her excited cunt. My tongue slid like a piston, like a cock, in and out, up and down the length of that tight, sucking tunnel, and Janine writhed excruciatingly under my attack.
I could feel my own orgasm floating at the tip of my womb, like a balloon waiting to be pricked, and I tightened my fingers into the pillow-like softness of Janine's heavy asscheeks, as if I could somehow ring my orgasm from her hunching body. I lifted my thighs, almost straight up, my toes clawing the air, and I locked my legs around Janine's bent, supplicating head. I trapped her against me, pressing her mouth as tightly as possible against my throbbing clitoris.
I pulled my tongue from her cunthole. It was coated with the thick discharge of her oozing box. I swallowed the sweet liquid, reeling with her intoxicating taste.
"I'm... going... to... come!" I grunted. The words came out muffled against the broad, hairy wetness of Janine's cunt. "I'm gonna... come!"
She reacted to my words. Her tongue came down hard upon my clitoris. She pressed fiercely into the pounding bud with the tip of her tongue, forcing it back into the surrounding flesh. I could feel the clit sinking down, into my body, rubbing erotically against my own tender flesh, being pressed hard by her wet, stiff tongue. Shudders of passion rippled up and out, until every inch of my crotch was convulsed with that trembling sensation.
"Oh... Oh... Oh!" I screamed. I crushed down against the hard edge of my orgasm, attempting to hold it back, allowing it to build until it tortured me with its steadily mounting, attacking pleasure. "Now... Now... NOW!"
I began to come. There was a sudden, searing heat in the depths of my cunt. The feeling raced down the empty, gripping passageway, then spread up and around, until it covered the whole spasming mound. The clitoris expanded and grew larger and harder and hotter. My thighs quivered, and a thick, wet discharge rushed from my quaking body.
"I'm... coming!" I moaned. I pressed my mouth into the thick wet folds of Janine's blonde-haired cunt. I ate her pussy, I ate her hair, I ate her clitoris, I ate her wetness. "I'm coming... I'm coming... Oh, my God, I'm comiinnggg!"
Pleasure leaped from the pronged tip of Janine's dancing tongue. She snaked it against my convulsing clitoris, then she stabbed it down, and drove it into my body. Her tongue moved in and out, up and down, licking me, wetting me, in the most intense, most profoundly shattering orgasm of my life.
From the way she was moving, I could tell Janine was very close to her own orgasm. She ground her ass into my face, crushing her cunt against my mouth. In the numbing blindness of my pleasure, I sunk my tongue deep into her. I felt the muscles of her cunt contract in a sudden, intense paroxysm of orgasm.
"I'm coming!" she groaned, still using her tongue against my clit. "Oh, God... Linda, I'm coming!"
My own orgasm was still soaring upward, like a rocket streaking for the sun, and it was no where near ready to peak or decline. My cunt began to quiver, and I felt a sudden pulsing, surging throb rip into me. My muscles began to churn, and it seemed as if I were being fucked with long and deep and powerful cock strokes.
"God... God... God!" I screamed. Then the orgasm got higher, better, more intense. My body began to drain, sucking sexual juices from every part of my being. My breasts began to come, then my stomach, and then my brain. My fingers, my limbs, my thighs, my legs, my hair... every single fiber of muscle, every throbbing ounce of blood... all of it, all of it... all of it began to come!
"Ohmigod!" I screamed, not finding words. "Ohmigod!"
It was a total orgasm. A physical, emotional, spiritual peak-experience, unlike any orgasm my body has every known.
A door into my awareness opened, and the violent rushing thrusts of my roaring orgasm pushed me through, like Alice through the Looking-Glass. I felt my body changing, my thoughts altering, my very soul transcending.
I pushed my tongue into Janine's quivering, quaking, coming cunt.
There was no way back, I knew. No way back.
CHAPTER TWO
Lew was sucking on my breast, chewing into the nipples with his teeth, licking them with his tongue, when I decided to go down On him.
I reached down and fondled his erect cock, pulling it up and down in my soft hand, stroking his hardness. In all the years of our marriage, Lew and I have never been too orally oriented in our love making: whatever sucking or licking we did was performed as a preparatory event to fucking, and we always did it out of an uneasy sense of obligation.
Until my oral session with Janine Lawrence.
Suddenly, I felt obsessed with the desire to take his cock into my mouth, and suck it right down to the root of his belly. I wanted to lick my tongue over the head of his cock, slide my lips up and down the smooth, slender column of the shaft, take his balls into my mouth and roll them around like two heavy weights. I wanted to suck his cock with all my strength-suck it until it exploded between my lips, and Lew poured his thick hot come deep into my throat. In all my thirty-three years of life, I had never tasted male sperm, and suddenly now I could no longer wait. I wanted his come in my mouth!
"What are you doing?" Lew asked as I lifted my body -and pulled my tits away from his mouth. "Where are you going?"
Like all married couples, our love making was rigidly structured: there was a pattern of behavior that we were used to following in order to bring on the pleasures of our mutual orgasms. Experience taught us that this was the way to do it in order for sex to be successfully concluded.
But it suddenly, like my oral craving, seemed like such a trap-like a jail that kept real sexual pleasure imprisoned. There was no spontaneity, no surprise! It was all so predictable and unexciting. It was a habit. Nothing more than a fucking habit!
"I want to suck your cock!" I said, being as sexually vulgar as I possibly could. I wanted to shock Lew out of the easiness of coming. I wanted to bring him outside of himself so that he could see that trap we had fallen into. I'd never used words like "cock" before; certainly not to Lew. But I wanted to shock him. I said it again: "I want to suck your cock and balls. I want to lick your asshole!"
I felt a shudder pass through Lew's body as I slid across his naked belly. My breasts were still wet from his mouth, and I teased the wetness across his flesh, rubbing my erect nipples down the length of his body, across his erect cock, and down between his open thighs.
I positioned myself above his cock. Lew was fairly well endowed, with a cock that measured at least six and one half inches in length. It was fairly thick and smooth, with a throbbing purplish colored head. I licked it with my tongue tip, spreading my warm saliva across it.
"Jesus," he moaned in surprise. "That feels fantastic, Lin! Fantastic!"
I opened my mouth wide, and closed my lips over the head of his cock. The head felt thick and swollen in my mouth, and I could feel it pressing against my teeth, and weighting down my tongue. It had a vaguely sweaty taste, salty perhaps, a flavor that I had never really appreciated until this very moment. I began to suck sensually on his cock.
Lew's hands came down and held my head in place. He lifted his hips from the mattress, pressing an inch or two more of his length into my drawing mouth. He began to sigh softly.
"That's great... God!" he cried. "Linda, that's fantastic!"
I pulled my tongue up from under the length of his cock, and I began to lash my tongue across the broad swell of his cockhead. I could feel his body trembling with each lick, and I heard Lew moan-when I wiggled the tip of my tongue into the slitted opening at the tip of his cock. I rolled my tongue sensually around, basting the head of his cock with saliva until it dripped in my mouth.
Then I began to slide my lips down the length of the throbbing erection. Up to this moment, I'd played with just the head of his cock, holding the swollen bulb between my teeth. Now I wanted to taste the full, hard length of his organ. I wanted my mouth to be filled with his cock.
"Oh... God!" he moaned. I felt his body tense as my lips began to move. It was almost as if he were afraid of the pleasure, and were steeling himself against it. Cautiously his knees came up against the press of my body. "God, Linda... God!"
I could feel his cock sliding back into my mouth, and I savored the sensuality of the experience. I was aware of his incredible hardness, of the wet softness of my mouth, of the voluptuous sliding friction the stiff cylinder of flesh made as it glided across my sponge-like tongue. I could feel the throbbing head of his cock pressing against the roof of my mouth, scraping against the soft slick-ness of my inner cheeks, pushing open my lips as his ever increasing thickness invaded my mouth. The head of his cock was holding down my tongue as if it were a tongue-depressor, and I could feel it prodding gently against the back of my throat. I dug my teeth into the shaft of his cock, moving my mouth from side to side.
"God... it's in so deep!" Lew moaned. "So fucking deep!"
I could feel the hanging weight of his balls against my chin, and the bristling tickle of his crotch hair rubbed under my nose. A strong sweaty sexual aroma floated up from between his parted thighs. I slid my hands between his legs, pressing them flat against his belly, circling the base of his cock. I continued to suck, sliding my lips further and further down the length of his erection.
I wanted to take his full-length into my mouth. I wanted to suck his whole cock, feel every inch locked in my mouth, pressing hard against my throat until I almost gagged. I wanted to stuff his balls into my mouth, if I could take them. I wanted to possess his whole sexual unit: I wanted my mouth to know that pleasure.
Lew was grunting steadily now, lifting his hips in regular thrusting motions, rocking his cock in and out of my lips. He was trying to bury himself in my mouth, and I was more than willing to allow him to do just that.
"Jesus, Linda," he sighed, humping himself deeper. "It's... great. Great!"
I could feel his balls pressing against my chin, and my jaw began to ache from being opened so widely. I was breathing through my nose because his cock was pushed so far back it almost completely blocked-off my throat. I drew my breath in, pressing the length of my tongue against the sensitive under-side hardness of Lew's cock, and I began to suck him hard, trying to rip his cock out by its roots.
My tongue went berserk against his cock. I slid it back and forth, wetly bathing him until a puddle of saliva was collecting at the base of my tongue. I could feel the sides of the shaft pressed tightly against my hollowed cheeks. I inched forward, and successfully swallowed the entire length of his cock; something I've never done before in my life.
"My God!" he cried. His knees were pointed at the ceiling, and my body was buried in the valley between them. "Linda, you're gonna make me . . ; come!"
The word sent a shiver of excitement through me. I redoubled my efforts, tightening the ring of my lips around the base of his cock, washing his full-length wetly with my tongue. My pursed lips were pressed tightly against my hands as they circled his cock and pressed into his soft, hairy belly. I could feel saliva dribbling from my mouth, and oozing down between my tightly-gripping fingers.
I began to move my mouth up and down, allowing the hard column of flesh to slide from its place . near the back of my throat. I could feel his cock moving across my tongue, pulling out from my lips as I drew my head up, away from his belly. The swollen softness of his cockhead banged against the back of my teeth, and like a signal, I plunged forward again, and reswallowed Lew's cock.
"My... God!" The words came out in a grunt. I felt the muscles quiver in Lew's thighs. His balls came up hard under my chin. "I'm gonna come, Linda... Really! I'm gonna come!"
I felt my breasts get hard, the nipples stiff, and I screwed my eyes tightly closed, as if to lock all the pleasure inside of me, and allow it no portal of escape. I rocked my head back and forth, up and down, bobbing it over Lew's heaving belly. His cock slid in and out, like a piston, parting my lips and driving back into my mouth until it buffeted my throat. His cock was hard and hot between my lips, and it seemed to be throbbing against my tongue. In and out, in and out, in and out until- "No!" Lew said, savagely lifting me by my hair, pulling me off his body. His cock ripped from between my gasping lips. "You're gonna make me come!"
I opened my eyes and blinked. My mouth gasped for air. "But I want you to come in my mouth... "
"No... No! Don't be stupid'. I want to fuck. We have to fuck!"
I reached for his cock. "It's all right, Lew. I don't mind. I want you to-" He pushed my hand away. "Turn over, damn it! Let me fuck you. You're gonna make me lose it... "
"Lew-it's all right! I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste it-"
"Will you turn over, goddam it!" His voice was hoarse with passion. He stroked his own cock several times, as if to return it to its former state of slipping arousal. The head of his cock seemed to be shaking itself at me in reproval. "Come on, Linda! Jesus Christ!"
Almost reluctantly, I rolled over from his legs onto my back. Before I had a chance to part my thighs, Lew had followed me, and was pushing my legs apart with his knees. I felt the familiar weight of his body descending, and his hand against my cunt, opening the lips. I raised my hips slightly, and he guided his cock into me. In a single violent shove, he was buried down to his balls in my cunt.
"Jesus... " he moaned, obviously in relief. I felt him quaking with pleasure. "God... God... god!"
My mouth felt hollow without the pressing weight of Lew's thrusting cock. I could still feel the impression of its length against my tongue, and my lips felt strange without the rounded hardness wedging them apart. The saliva that was still dribbling down my chin felt cold.
Lew grunted atop me, driving his hips against the soft openness of my cunt. His cock rammed in and out of me, stroking my body with the same fierce determination that it had shown when it was moving in and out of my mouth. I could feel the swinging weight of his balls banging noiselessly against my ass.
"God, you're hot!" Lew said, grunting with the effort of fucking. His cock was like a drill, screwing savagely up into my cunt. "I'm gonna come soon. You better hurry."
The sudden transition had occurred too quickly for my brain to accept or adjust. One moment I was sucking his cock, entertaining fantasies of swallowing his sperm, and the next moment, Lew was on top of me, fucking away at my cunt like a madman. It was happening all too quickly. I simply couldn't get my mind around it.
Lew's cock was like a revenging sword, slicing in and out of my cunt. I could feel it quivering with excitement inside of me, scraping itself against the tender gripping walls of my cuntal passageway. He drove into me with long, deep strokes, moving himself rapidly in and out, as if his passion was contagious, and the rub of friction would somehow ignite my own excitement.
"Jesus, I'm gonna come!" His breath was hot and stale in my face. "Hurry, baby. Hurry! I'll try to hold it off as long as I can." t His body was heavy upon me, and I was aware of his tensed, bulging muscles. I could feel the hair on his legs as he ground himself between my thighs. His hunching strokes were unmercilessly selfish, and the tenderness that I had known under Janine Lawrence was no where to be sensed in Lew's urgent need to come. He was using my cunt, I realized, as he might have used his own hand: he was masturbating himself through me!
"You're going too... fast," I said, grunting with each pounding thrust against my cunt. "Slow down, Lew... Go slower so I can feel you."
He slowed his strokes for about three seconds, and then he returned to the same rapid thrust-and-bang pounding that my cunt was still numb from. I lifted my hips, wrapping my thighs around his ass, and I pressed my cunt tightly against his heaving belly. I tried to push myself hard against him, awaken a thread of excitement against my clit as I desperately strained after an orgasm that I knew would not be there. I tightened my cunt around his driving cock.
"Hurry, baby!" he cried out his warning. "I'm gonna come... Hurry!"
"Soon," I lied. My cunt felt dead and unfeeling, and for all I knew, Lew might as well have been fucking another woman. "Soon, baby... Soon!"
His weight crushed down upon my body, and I felt his fingers creeping under the cheeks of my ass. His hands tightened, and he lifted me, grabbing hard onto my ass, pressing my body tight up against him.
"I'm coming... now!" he cried. He slammed his hips brutally into me, driving his stiff cock to the full extended length inside of my cunt. I could feel something thick and hard surging down the turgid extent of my cock. "I'm coming... now!"
I crushed my cunt up against his belly, swallowing his cock into the hot mouth of my cunt. I felt his cock draw back, almost imperceptibly, then gush forward, like a gun discharging a bullet. I felt the first thick, hot blob of sperm splash against the roof of my cunt, spreading out like a heavy, burning oil. His cock drew back again, and there soon followed another discharge of sperm. It mingled with the first, and was hotter, more intense. My cunt felt as if it were on fire.
"I'm coming!" I lied again. I made my body writhe as if I were locked in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm. In all the years of marriage, it was something I had learned to imitate fairly well. I screwed my cunt up tight against Lew's belly, and I locked my arms tightly around his neck. "I'm... coming, Lew! I'm coming!"
I felt his cock quivering in my cunt, gushing out blob after blob of his hot, thick sperm. My cunt was gooey with his swirling discharge, and it oozed slimily down the straining cheeks of my ass as I pressed my body against Lew's.
He grunted breathlessly inside of me, his cock stiff and unmoving from the moment he began to come. I slid my cunt up and down once, experimentally, simulating the fucking motion. Lew groaned in pain, and pulled his deflating cock from my cunt. It flopped wetly against my thigh.
"It's too sensitive," he groaned. I felt his cock quiver, and another blob of sperm oozed out against my leg. "Jesus... that was fantastic!"
I moved my cunt once or twice more against his limp cock. There was a tenderness in my cunt, and the beginning ache of the unfulfilled orgasm. Still, I wasn't going to allow it to bother me this time. Not tonight. This was a special night.
"How was it for you?" Lew asked, rolling over. His body was coated with a heavy film of perspiration, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
I lied again, more for him than myself. "It was... good. Very good."
He grunted, accepting my word. "Good, I'm glad."
I decided to wait before I told him. I allowed his breathing to return to normal, and the gloss of sweat to evaporate and cool his body. He rolled over, folding his pillow in half against the headboard, and lit a cigarette. The end glowed like a warning beacon in the dark room.
"What's the matter, Linda?" Lew asked, sensing something in the silence. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing. Why do you ask?"
He exhaled a huge cloud of smoke. "After all these years, Linda, if I couldn't sense when there was something wrong, I wouldn't be much of a husband. Now, what's bothering you? Wasn't it good for you?"
I thought for a moment, trying to choose my words carefully. "No, as a matter of fact, Lew, it wasn't any good for me. I didn't come at all."
He masked his face in another puff of smoke. He peered through it at me as though he were hiding. He said: "I'm sorry... I guess I came off too soon." He crushed his cigarette out furiously. "Do you want me to finish you with my hand?"
I shook my head. "That's not the point, Lew. Or the problem. The problem is us."
He slumped down against the pillow. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"There was something missing, Lew," I said, trying to explain. "Something in the way we were making love-"
"You mean me. Why don't you say so."
"All right. I guess it's time for us to be honest with each other. God knows we've lived too many lies already. Yes, Lew, it was you. There was something... missing in the way you were making love to me."
He sighed heavily, letting me know he was exasperated. "Oh, Jesus... "
"You can ignore it if you want, or make fun of it, but that's not going to change the facts. It was lousy, Lew. Just plain lousy."
"Maybe I'm getting old, huh?" Lew was almost five years older than I, and the threat of being forty has been laying heavily upon his mind for more than a year now. His excuse was almost predictable.
"No, it's not that. You performed... adequately. It was your attitude that was wrong. And I guess it's always been wrong, but I never noticed it before." - "What do you mean-attitude! Explain it for me."
"There was just something missing, Lew," I said. I found myself thinking of Janine Lawrence, remembering how it was with her. "You were selfish, Lew."
"Bullshit."
"Call it that if you want, if it makes you feel better. But you were selfish, Lew. You were solely concerned with your own pleasure and nothing else. You didn't give a damn about how I felt or what I wanted to do."
"Yeah. I know what you wanted to do. You wanted to suck my cock. Right?"
"And what's wrong with that?"
He laughed defensively. "If you don't know what's wrong with that, you're in pretty bad shape. I mean, my God, Linda-you wanted me to come in your mouth!"
He pronounced the words as if it were irrefutable proof of something.
Sensing an argument building, I didn't answer his challenge. I said: "We're getting away from the subject. You were selfish, Lew, regardless of how you look at it. I mean: you weren't even aware that I wasn't fully aroused. You were hot and all you could think about was your own orgasm. You shoved your cock into me, and just fucked me until you were ready to come, and then you yelled for me to hurry. You didn't care about my feelings, Lew. All you thought about was yourself. That's all you've ever thought about sexually- yourself."
He snorted. "I've never had any complaints until this moment."
I searched for another way of explaining it to him. "What I really mean, Lew, is that there wasn't any tenderness. There wasn't any love in the way you were fucking me."
Without wanting to, my memory recalled the softness of Janine's hand against my breast. I trembled with emotion for the moment.
Lew laughed again. "I don't know, Linda. I think you've been reading too many of your own books. You're a romantic, Linda. You write too many love stories, and you expect your life to be like one."
"No, Lew, I expect there to be some love in my life. Some 'real emotion-tenderness. Not a husband who can somehow separate sex from love."
He shook his head in disbelief, as if to make light of my arguments. "You're crazy, baby. Do you know that? Really crazy."
"I don't want to argue with you, Lew," I said. I sat up on the mattress, leaning back against the headboard, with my naked thighs spread open before me. "That's not why I want to talk to you now."
He lit a second cigarette. "Now, we're finally getting somewhere," he said. "All the bullshit first, and now we're getting down to the heart of the matter."
"Do you remember that Feminist meeting I went to last week?" I asked, choosing my words carefully. I had to make Lew understand exactly what I meant. It was too important not to be precise.
He nodded. "You mean that Women's Lib meeting? The one with Janine Lawrence?"
"Yes."
"Well, what about it?"
I shifted slowly on the bed. "You remember that I came home late? I explained that there was a rap-session afterwards, questions and answers that went on pretty late."
Lew was interested now. "Yeah, I remember."
I took a deep breath. "Well, that was a lie. There was no session afterwards."
Lew had a strange, hurt look on his face. "Well, where were you, Linda?"
"I was with... with Janine. Janine Lawrence."
Lew laughed and looked relieved. "What were you doing with that lezzie bitch?"
I spoke softly. "I was making love to her."
"What?" Lew said the word almost immediately after I had spoken, as though he hadn't heard me, or couldn't understand what I meant.
"I said I was making love to her-making love to Janine."
Lew's face was like a dark wound. "Are you crazy?"
"It's the truth, Lew. I swear to God it is. I was making love to her."
Lew laughed again to cover his pain. "What are you, some kind of crazy Lesbian?"
"No, Lew, I'm not." I reached out to touch him, but stopped at the last moment. I let my hand fall softly to the shadows of the bed. "I'm a woman. A woman who likes and enjoys sex-"
"Even sex with a woman?"
"Why not? I don't feel any guilt about it. It was a new sexual experience. Something I've never done before. You wouldn't feel guilt if you tried a new food, would you? Something you've never tried before?"
Lew exhaled angrily. "God, Linda, I'd hardly equate the two."
"Why not? Aren't they both physical experiences? Pleasurable, sensual experiences?"
Lew brushed at the air between us, as if to wipe away my analogy. "That's crazy, Linda. Stupid. You're speaking like a crazy woman."
"Why?" I asked. "Because it shocks you? Because you've been brought up to believe that sex is wrong or dirty? Well, it's not, Lew. Sex isn't all those... negative things that people have been saying for years. I learned that that night with Janine."
"Where did you learn that, Linda?" he asked angrily. "In her arms?"
I nodded silently. "Yes... in her arms."
His anger, his frustration, began to work on his body. He got up and began to walk back and forth, as if in a panic. He waved his cigarette like a burning baton.
"This is crazy, Linda," he said. "I mean... this is really crazy! Insane."
I slid across the bed, facing him in the darkness. I sensed that I had botched it; he wasn't understanding it the way I wanted him to. He was seeing it all wrong. I tried again to show him what I was talking about.
"There was nothing wrong with it, Lew. Really there wasn't. It was a glorious... mystical experience almost."
"Oh come on now, Linda... "
"No, it was. Let me tell you about it. About how it made me feel. About what it did to me... " Please, Lew. Listen to me... please."
Lew stood there, stark naked, in the middle of the bedroom floor, half in shadows, half out. His body looked frail and white. He shook his head slowly back and forth, as if his whole life were suddenly slipping by him, without allowing him to understand what was happening. He made an impatient gesture at me with his hand.
He was giving me my chance, I knew, and I could feel my enthusiasm building. I felt myself aching almost in my need to explain to Lew exactly what happened to me that night with Janine Lawrence. I knew if I could explain it to him in the correct way, Lew would understand. He had to understand!
"That night with Janine," I began, "was probably the most important night of my life. It was a turning point for me, Lew. A whole new world opened up to me. A whole brand-new world.
"First of all, Lew, let me say that I dug what happened between Janine and I. I mean, I really dug it; I was really into the whole experience. It was a completely new kind of sexual happening. There was the newness of discovery about it-you know the exciting kind of feeling you used to have when you were a kid, and were getting your first taste of sexual experience. It was new... exciting!"
Lew snorted cynically. "Yeah, I'll bet it was... "
"But there was more to it than that, Lew," I added. "A whole new level of awareness. Sex is more than just fucking, or it should be. Sex is a way of communicating with people. A tender... joyful... sharing between two people. It is love... Love in the truest sense."
The silence was almost a palpable thing in the room with us, a living, breathing entity. Lew stood starkly in the darkness, staring at me.
"It came to me as a revelation," I said, trying to fill in the silence. "As a kind of insight. A mystical, sexual experience. I wanted to share it with you, Lew... because... because I love you, Lew. I want to share it with you so that you can enjoy it as well."
Lew stared at me for a long while before he responded. "I don't know what you're trying to pull with all this crap," he said, spitting the words out one at a time. "But it's not going to work. Janine Lawrence is a Lesbian. I don't know what that makes you-I hate to think that you're as bad as she. Maybe you're a Lesbian too."
He didn't understand. "But Lew-" He shouted over my words. "Now hear me out. What you're talking about is wrong, obscene and perverted. Homosexuals and dirty Lesbians! It's a license for promiscuity. And I forbid you, Linda, as my wife, to ever-ever say another word about this again."
"Lew... "
"Not another word! Do you hear me? Not another word. You are to never talk, or think, or God forbid! ever do .anything like this ever again. Do you understand me, Linda?" He was almost shouting. "Do you hear me, Linda?"
CHAPTER THREE
I heard Lew, but I didn't listen.
I've always been that way-independent, willful, stubborn, perhaps. I've always had a bad habit of doing exactly the opposite of whatever has been demanded of me. As a child, I did it to my parents, in school I did it to my teachers, and now, with my husband, I've done it again. I would refuse to listen even if I knew what I was doing was one hundred percent wrong. I did it anyhow ,out of sheer spite.
In this instance, however, there was one fundamental, overriding difference: I knew I was right. All the things I had said to Lew, all the intuitive insights I had sensed that night with Janine-all were correct. I had experienced a personal, psychological breakthrough. I had seen in an instant the brightly shining crystal of truth, and from that moment on, my life had changed. I was converted in a sense: an apostle of human sexuality.
The flower-people were saying it all along, yet no one understood them. They weren't speaking of love in any abstract sense, or in any social frame of reference. When they said that love would save the" world, they were talking about physical love: sex. What they meant was: treat people as people- touch them, effect them, experience the ecstasy of orgasm with them. Communication through sexual intercourse: that was the secret.
It was no sociological accident that this humanitarian revolution of sensibilities came along at the same time we were experiencing a morality revolution. This new morality is just the tip of an even larger, more profoundly significant iceberg. This icy cold glacier of truth will come crushing upon the shores of hypocrisy, and grind forever away all the lies and falsehoods of man's true sexual nature. It's only a matter of time before it happens.
As yet, of course, I haven't furthered my experimentation since that one night I spent with Janine Lawrence. So far my commitment to this sensual philosophy has been one of emotional entrustment, even after Lew's strenuous objections. In fact, it was his protests more than anything else that prevented me from exploring the concept further.
For, despite the narrowness of his vision, I truly love Lew. I love him so much, I wanted to share with him this deeply powerful emotional experience and transformation I have undergone. I wanted to show him what I saw; I wanted him to feel what I felt. I wanted to link my mind with his, and examine this bold, new revelation, hand in hand.
I was sad and disappointed, of course, when he had reacted so negatively to it. I sensed that I had somehow failed to explain it in a way that he couldn't possibly fail to understand. But, no such awareness blossomed for Lew. He was completely and totally set against it. He and I were on the opposite ends of the spectrum, and the thing had grown to be a wedge between us, driving us further and further apart.
We've hardly spoken since that night, and, of course, we haven't made love. The few times that Lew did talk to me, he questioned me as to how far I had already taken my experimentation into human sexuality. What he was really asking was: have I been unfaithful to him before or since that one time with Janine Lawrence? I told him the truth, that no, I haven't been, but I don't think he believed me. His mind was already made up when he asked the question to me.
I think, perhaps, the most damaging question was not what else have I done. A short while ago, Lew came over and asked me: "Would you do it again, Linda?"
I told him the truth, and watched it dig into his face like bloody talons. I said: "Yes."
Lew has been packing since then.
I wanted to stop him, but I didn't know how. Without renouncing all that I now believed, there was no way that I could stop Lew. He was trapped in his world, and I was trapped in mine. There was no way those two worlds could be brought together.
; I stood before the closed bedroom door, hesitating before I knocked. From inside, I could hear the muffled sounds of Lew's preparations. Drawers slammed, and I heard the closet opening and closing. The sounds of leaving.
I knocked on the door, even though it was my bedroom as well as his. Since he was leaving, it somehow seemed appropriate that he should have these last few moments to himself. There were many memories still in that bedroom that had to be sorted out. I thought perhaps Lew might still want to pack a few away into his suitcase.
"You can come in," Lew said. His voice sounded already far away and muffled. "If you want."
I pushed the door open. On the bed was a single suitcase, and in it, packed in wrinkled haste was a tightly pressed pile of Lew's clothing. They reminded me of the bones of some long-dead animal: the skeleton of our marriage.
"Where are you going?" I asked. I tried to be light about it, but there was an almost humid atmosphere in the room. The casualness sunk to the bottom of the room like a lead weight. You could almost hear it hit the floor.
"I guess I'll stay in a hotel," he said, concentrating on his packing, talking to me as if I were of secondary importance. "I haven't give it much thought. All I know is that I can't stay here."
I sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs. I laced my fingers together around my knee as I tried to act casual and unconcerned.
"Oh, why not?" I asked. "I haven't thrown you out."
He stopped packing and gave me a pained look. "Oh, come on now, Linda. You know I can't stay here after... after what you said."
"Why can't you? Are you afraid of new ideas?"
Lew threw something into his open suitcase, and I felt the ripple of impact through the mattress. "I don't want to go over all of this again, Linda. There's nothing more to say. We've discussed it all."
"And that's it?" I asked. "You're going to allow everything to just slip through your fingers without fighting back to try and hold onto any piece of it? Eleven years of marriage, and you're going to let it I all go down the drain? You don't want to discuss it."
He turned away from me and began pulling his clothing from the closet. "That's right. There's nothing to discuss. You feel one way about it, and I-I feel another way. Our differences are irreconcilable."
"Irreconcilable differences-that sounds like divorce phraseology."
He turned from the closet with a rumpled pile of clothing. He carefully avoided making contact with my eyes. He dumped the clothing on the bed and began sorting through it, folding it piece by piece.
"I'll admit the idea has crossed my mind, Linda. I don't know what else to do. I know I can't accept this whole idea... I just can't,"
"You mean your masculine ego can't accept it, Lew. Why don't you be honest with yourself for a change."
"Call it what you like, Linda. I really don't care. There is just no way that you can justify it to me. It's wrong... that's all."
"Who says it's wrong? You? Who made you the judge of other people's morality?"
My words stung Lew, and he reacted. He leaned over the bed, holding onto the suitcase, and pointed his face right at mine.
"I'm sorry, Linda," he began. "Maybe I'm very old-fashion, but this whole idea completely blows my middle-class mind. I simply cannot accept homosexuality, Lesbianism or promiscuity as normal parts of life-or as a part of my wife's life either."
"But why not?" I asked, fervently trying to convince him one last time. "You've never explored them, so how can you be sure? They are a part of human experience-how can they be wrong?"
"Because society says that they are wrong!"
"Well, then society is wrong-"
"And Linda Robbins is right? Don't make me laugh, Linda."
Softly, I said: "I'm not trying to make you laugh, Lew. All I want to do is show you something. Life must be explored, Lew, all of it, or it loses its meaning. Life is too short to allow it to slip through your fingers. You must grab hold of it and shake it savagely until its secrets fall out. You must consume life, Lew, before it consumes you."
He shook his head in disbelief. "God, and I thought I was afraid of dying... "
"I'm not afraid, Lew. I'm just worried. In ten years, I'll be forty-three years old. I'll be too old to find out then. This is it, Lew, my last chance. I have to live life now... before it's too late."
He pulled Ms face back, away from me. He sighed heavily, shrugging his shoulders. "Then take your chance, Linda. What can I say?"
I reached out and touched his hand. It was cold.
"Say you'll come with me, Lew. Say that... please."
He pulled his hand away from my fingers. "I can't, Linda. I'm sorry... I can't."
There was nothing more to say; nothing at least that would make any difference. I smiled sadly at my husband, and got up from the bed. It was time to leave him alone with his packing.
About twenty minutes later, Lew walked into the living room, where I was sitting. He had his suitcase in his hand.
"I'm going to... go now, Linda," he announced, as if I'd forgotten, or he somehow thought there could possibly be another explanation for the suitcase.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, showing him my own drink. I took another sip from it.
He shook his head. "No, Linda . no. Thank you."
The silence between us stretched almost as far as the physical distances that separated us. We tested that silence, those distances with our eyes, neither one of us trusting our voices. The silence was hard and inflexible, and finally Lew turned away from it.
"Well... I'm going," he said.
"Wait... I'll walk you to the door."
I placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me, and as I got up, I was vaguely aware of the absurdity of our behavior. We were like puppets, acting out a tragedy that neither one of us could prevent, and so, we lived out our roles, even to the very end.
"I love you... " Lew said .suddenly, standing before the front door. "It's crazy, I know. But I do."
"I love you too, Lew."
He put down the suitcase and touched my hands. "Then stop this, please!" he said, almost begging. "Renounce everything you've said. We could work it out then. I know we could."
He was giving me a last chance.
But I couldn't take it. I was truly converted; my convictions were strong. I said: "No... I'm sorry."
His voice was strained. "But why not?"
"Because I believe, Lew," I said. "I'm not being stubborn or perverse. I truly believe in what I'm doing. It came to me in a flash that night with Janine Lawrence, but it was all there. I saw all the pain and suffering and heartaches of the world, Lew-all of it caused by stupidity and ignorance. I can't turn my back on that now... now that I know the truth."
"And what is the truth?"
"This is the way to live my life, Lew... For me it is, anyhow. Living in harmony with people... touching them, effecting them... celebrating life through sex."
Lew shrugged again. His shoulders stooped as if he were carrying the weight of the world upon them. But, of course, he wasn't; all that he was carrying was the dead-weight of our two lives.
"I guess you really do believe it," he said softly.
And the moment he said those words, pangs of self-doubt began to eat away at my convictions. I began to doubt what I knew; I began to find other reasons for my behavior. But even that didn't work. I knew I was trying to trick myself into taking the easy path. I couldn't do it.
"Yes, Lew," I said finally, "I do believe it."
"Well, Linda, good luck with your books. I'll be in touch with you to make... financial arrangements."
I nodded about the money; since I was a writer, and self-employed, finances wasn't a consideration.
"I'm not going to be writing those other kinds of books now, Lew," I said, perhaps symbolically announcing the final break with tradition. "The gothics, the romances, the mysteries... just to make money."
He smiled humorlessly. "Oh? What will you write?"
"I'm going to devote my time to writing books that reflect this new philosophy of mine-books expressing the joy of sensual celebration."
"You mean fuck-books, don't you?"
"I don't object to the term," I said, countering his bitterness with softness. "Fuck-books, sex-books... call them what you will. I'll be writing books about human beings acting out the highest forms of human accomplishment: people making love to each other."
He shook his head, and then, almost reluctantly, without another word, Lew opened the door and left.
It was time for Linda Robbins to begin her new life.
CHAPTER FOUR
My self-doubts about my decision lasted only a few hours. There was a bad few moments, just after Lew closed the door, when I wanted to open it again, and call him back, but I didn't. I suffered almost as much anguish over that as I did over the decision I had made. But I returned to the living room and finished my drink. I sat thinking for a very long while.
Regardless of how I measured it, or from what angle I saw it, I knew I had made the correct decision. I was right-completely and totally correct.
Despite some of my faults, I have always been a very positive person. When I'm sure that I'm right, I stand by my convictions. I knew I was losing Lew, but that was unavoidable. What I was gaining was so much more important. I felt that I had made a mature decision-I had weighed both arguments and chosen the thing that I truly believed in. It was like getting a divorce almost, I saw. Lew and I both loved each other, had shared many memories through the eleven years, but now we had grown away from each other. There was no other way to handle it but to separate.
Irreconcilable differences, I thought, perhaps a little more bitterly than I should have. Well, why not? It was true.
I finished my first drink, and began on a second and then a third. I continued to brood and think, weigh and measure, until it was all muddled in my brain, and I could hardly separate my arguments from those I had erected for Lew. All I knew was that it was over. Over.
Strangely, I felt little guilt or doubt: guilt, perhaps a little, over having to have made this final break, but no doubts or anxiety as there had been in the beginning. Regardless of what arguments I could flail myself with, there, at the rock-bottom of my convictions was that unchanging grain of truth. I was right.
Sex was the way to save the world. You had to cut through all the social bullshit, cut through all the guilt, cut away the cancer of hypocritical morality... and touch another person. Alter and effect another human being's life, even if it is for only an instant.
I sipped my drink, and felt a spreading warmth in my chest that had nothing at all to do with the alcohol I had consumed. I smiled to myself.
Touch another person, I thought. It was a beautiful idea. Touch another person, touch his life, touch his very soul. Human sexuality was the key to the Universe, the key to ecstasy.
I knew, of course, that I had so much yet to learn. I had only glimpsed at the truth, seen a fragment of its wisdom. I had so far to go yet, so much to do, so much yet to teach myself before I could begin to teach others. Perhaps that was the mistake I had made with Lew. Perhaps I didn't know myself, so how could I think of converting him?"
I had made a mistake, I realized. I had allowed my enthusiasm to get the better of my judgement. I had allowed Lew to slip away before I was really ready to confront him with this revelation. In my awkward, well-meaning fervor, I had destroyed that which I so desperately wanted to save.
Yet, as in all set-backs, there was a step forward. I had learned something, perhaps a great truth. Before I could save the world, I first had to truly save myself. I must learn my subject well before I dream about teaching it.
But first, I must learn: about pleasure, about myself, and about my own body. I must find out what I really think, what I actually feel. I must conduct experiments... on myself! A little unsteadily I placed my drink on the coffee table. The warmth that I had felt before in my chest had now spread out to the rest of my body. My arms and legs tingled like pins and needles; my breasts were swollen and tender; my cunt was hot and throbbing. I could feel a wetness oozing out from the opening of my cunt, seeping down through the many folds of warm flesh, spreading out and staining the crotch-piece of my panties.
I stood and began walking towards the bedroom. I knew what I had to do. I found it somehow ironically fitting that it must be done in the bedroom, where, a few hours ago, Lew had packed and left.
All things return to itself, I thought, walking with a grim determination. All things fold into itself.
There was only one way to find out who I was and what I really believed. There was only one way I could learn about pleasure so that I could measure and weigh it. I had to experience that pleasure myself.
And what better way, I saw, could there be to achieve this end than by-masturbating!
I thought about it as I entered the bedroom. Like all people, I've always felt a certain degree of guilt and shame whenever I masturbated, especially since I've been married. I couldn't help remembering all those nights when Lew failed to satisfy me, and I would wait, feigning sleep, until I was sure Lew was asleep. I would creep off to the bathroom, lock the door, and masturbate myself to orgasm, sitting on the toilet, with my feet propped up, one on the rim of the tub, and the other resting on the top of the clothes hamper. And then I began to remember all those dreary mornings when I was alone in the house, and Lew was at work. I would undress completely, then lay out on our bed, and slowly, slowly work my fingers against my crotch until I was coming two, three, four, even five times!
The guilt and shame I had felt on those days was suddenly gone, I realized. I felt no shame as I entered the bedroom; only a growing tingle of excitement. I had shed all of my masturbatory hangups, all of the furtive uneasiness that I used to suffer from. I suddenly saw masturbation for what it actually was: a form of therapy.
Before I could touch another person, I knew I must first touch myself. I must know my own body.
I walked across the bedroom to my dresser, and looked in at my reflection. Physically, I was still attractive: tall, slender, dark-haired, olive complexion, large wet-looking brown eyes. Surely I appeared much younger than my thirty-three years.
I cupped my breasts through my blouse. I hadn't worn a bra, I rarely did any more. I could feel my breasts coming to life under my hands. The nipples were soft and pliant when I first touched them, but I could feel them growing into hardness until they scratched erotically against the soft material of my blouse. I squeezed my fingers into the mounds of my breasts, and a slow sensual feeling burned down into my body.
I was wearing a blouse, a pair of jeans, and panties-nothing else. I began to do a strip for myself, watching my body in the reflection of the mirror.
First, I played with my tits. I squeezed them and pinched them, flitting the nipples up and down through the blouse. I flattened my hands under the mounds of my tits, pressing the material tightly against them. My breasts were small, but they were still firm. They jutted up, the nipples erect, even through the press of my hands.
I reached one hand under the hem of the blouse, sliding my fingers up my naked body. I watched excitedly as I saw my hand disappear under the blouse. I could see the material bulge as my hand inched up to my tit.
I grabbed the tit in my hand and squeezed in, sighing involuntarily at the sudden warm pleasure. The flesh was smooth and soft, the breast firm. I stroked myself gently, watching in the mirror. My fingers played with the nipple, catching it between two fingernails, pinching it until it tingled with pleasure. I flicked it back and forth, and moaned inaudibly when the pleasure began to get intense.
Then I slid my hand over to the other swollen orb. It was" tender and sensitive, and the nipple sprung to immediate attention the moment my fingertips began to caress the soft, smooth base of the breast. I repeated the pleasure: flitting the nipple, crushing it between two fingers, cupping the whole mound of my breast, and pressing it back against my body. I moaned a second time.
The wetness in my cunt was growing even more acute. My clitoris throbbed against the prison of my panties, and I could feel the excitement of my sexual discharge running down the insides of my thighs. The squirming and gyrating I had done in front of the mirror when I was playing with my tits had inched the elastic leg-band of my panties over until it was pressing up into my cunt. I rocked my hips down, groaning with a renewed pleasure when I felt the rough edge of the material cutting up into my juicy, tender flesh, parting the folds of my cunt, and rubbing erotically against the pulsing button of my clitoris.
I cupped my cunt through my jeans, pressing the mound tightly against my hand. I felt my fingers curling around and under my body, and I could feel the deep, smoldering heat burning up into the palm of my hand. I rubbed back and forth, rubbing the hard part of my hand against the front of my cunt, where my clitoris rested. Intense, wet pleasure shot down the length of my legs and made my knees weak.
I began to hump my cunt against my hand, and as I watched in the mirror, the reflection reminded me of a bump-and-grind dancer, performing an obscene variation of her fantasy dance. I ground my hand against my cunt, rubbing up and down, feeling the tingles of pleasure wash across my middle. My cunt was squishing against the material of my jeans, and I thought I could feel a wetness seeping through.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away from my cunt, and trailed my fingers up to my waist. I opened my belt, then unsnapped the top button of the jeans. I slid my hand down into the parted material, first caressing my cunt from outside my panties. My fingers curled under the curve of the mound, and I could feel the hair crushing silently against the silken press of the panties. The heat radiating out from my cunt was incredibly hot, and I could feel the wetness of my excitement dripping against my fingers.
I slipped my hand back up, until I was again at the waist of the jeans. I sucked my stomach in, and I slid my hand down for the second time. Only this time, I slid the hand down inside the panties.
"Jesus!" I moaned when my hand touched my cunt. "Oh my God... it's so wet!"
My cunt was dripping with wetness, oozing like an over-ripe fruit that had burst its skin. My cunt was wide and thick, almost swollen with its pleasure, and my fingers insinuated themselves between the loose flapping flesh lips. A damp, humid excitement rubbed against my fingers, burning down like a blast of hot air from the dilating hole of my cunt. Experimentally, I caressed the nub of my clitoris, and I moaned again out loud.
My knees began to buckle. "My... God!"
I gritted my teeth against the swelling flood of pleasure, and I pushed my fingers further back, deeper under my body. I felt the sucking, vortex like drain of my cunt, drawing on my fingers, pulling them closer and closer to the honeyed core of my being. I hunched forward, then down, and two fingers sunk up into my cunt.
"Jesus... that feels good!" I humped tightly against my hand, the grip of my jeans driving the fingers even deeper into me. "God... fantastic!"
I could feel the heat and wetness of my clutching cuntal canal opening and closing around the nublike hardness of my fingers. My body was like a closing vise, gripping the hard intrusions in the soft, moist embrace of excited flesh. I could feel the hair on my cunt as I drove the fingers deep inside of me, pasted wetly against the sticky flesh of my cuntal mound. The lips licked at my fingers like a hot, open mouth with a fiery breath.
"It's going to be good," I told myself, watching in the reflection. My hand was vanished into my open jeans, and my hips were curved up and out as I humped against my fingers." God... it's going to be fantastic!"
Pleasure just melted down around my body, like sweat dripping across my flesh. I pulled my hand from my cunt, and began to pull my blouse off. The raunchy smell of my oozing cunt, clinging to my "wet fingers like some sexual perfume, assailed my nostrils and halted me a moment.
I put the damp fingers under my nose and inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. I remembered Janine Lawrence suddenly, as vividly as if it were her cunt and not my own that I was now breathing in. I remembered the swell and broadness of her cunt dripping wet discharge and soft, sticky flesh that I had parted with my lips and tongue. My excitement grew higher, wilder, more intense, and I breathed in more deeply, until I was trembling with excitement.
"Let me taste it," I mumbled, half aloud. I plunged the two wet fingers into my mouth, and I began to suck on them as if they were a cock. I ran my tongue across the tips, licking the fingers clean of the taste and smell of my cunt. I shuddered violently when I finally ripped them from my sucking mouth, and I ran my trembling hand through my hair. I moan: "My God... Let me do it!"
I began to tear at my clothing, my eyes half Closed in passion. First the blouse came off, and I was naked to the waist. I ran my open fingers across both breasts, pinching the flesh, and reawakening the throbbing nipples.
My hands dropped to my waist, and I parted the half-opened pair of jeans. They dropped down my legs, and I stepped out of them, wearing only my pale blue panties. I could see the dark triangle of my pubic patch through the sheerness of the panties, and I could see where the material had ridden-up around the curve of my cunt. About half of my cunt was exposed, revealing the dark sweaty hair and the damp, glistening flesh. The panties cut up the crack of my cunt, and I could see the deep pink bump of my clit, winking out at me from between the folds of material and the dark, swirling patch of hair.
I inserted my hands into the waist-band of the panties, and I pulled them down until they too dropped to the floor. I stared at my reflection, completely naked now, and I sucked in my breath in awe.
The sight was breathtaking: I was standing with my thighs parted widely, with my hips thrust out, almost pointed defiantly at the mirror. My breasts hung like two pendulous weights, coated with a film of perspiration. My stomach was heaving with excitement.
I moved my hand against my cunt, cupping it. "Christ!" I moaned. My fingers slid back, through the sloppy wetness, opening the valley between the lips. I pinched my fingers together, all five of them, and I teased myself with their collective hardness, pushing them against the gasping mouth of my dripping cunt.
Then I pulled my hand away from the cunthole, and parted my thighs even further. I brought my left hand down against my cunt, and with my fingers, I spread the lips of my pussy. My cunt made a wet, squishing sound.
I stared in the mirror at my reflection. Down the middle of my dark-haired cunt there was a vividly wet gash of bright pink flesh. I held the lips wide open so that I could see the inner lips, the muscular ring of my cunthole, and the bud of my clitoris all at the same time. The whole underside of my cunt seemed to be oozing wetness, and the flesh reminded me of glistening, wet leather.
I began to roll the ball of my clitoris with the index and middle fingers of my right hand, while holding the flap of my cunt open with the fingers of my left hand. I watched the flesh pull and twirl around as my fingernails dug into the softness just above the button of my clit. I could almost see the secretions oozing from the expanding and contracting hole of my cunt.
"Christ... " I moaned as I rolled my fingers slowly around against my cunt, watching myself in the mirror. "It's... fantastic!"
Pleasure began to wash up and down my thighs, spreading out from the tip of my cunt like ripples in disturbed water. And, of course, the pleasure was most intense at the center of the concentrically widening circles of pleasure-at the throbbing nub of my clitoris.
I began to stroke the love button directly now, and my knees began to buckle, my legs crumbling under my weight. I flicked the clit back and forth with my fingernail, slapping it quickly back and forth, then pressing it down with the crimson point of my nail. Pleasure burned in my cunt, like a fire waiting for a strong wind to set it burning out of control.
I knew I couldn't continue and stand as well, so I pulled my hand from my cunt, and I walked quickly over to the bed. I sat at the edge of the mattress, with my cunt hanging over the edge, with my thighs parted widely. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, and received a sudden shock.
"I can't see myself... " I mumbled, still playing with my clit. "I'm too low... " I raised my head, but I could only see down to my waist. The most important part, my cunt, was cut-off by the end of the mirror. I looked around, desperately searching for some way to remedy my problem, working my hand furiously against my Cunt.
A sudden inspiration galvanized me into action. I leaped up from the bed, and ran across the room. I threw open my closet door, and there, behind it, was a full-length mirror. I pushed it completely open so that I could see my whole reflection, right down to my toes.
I moved back to the bed, and pulled it over to the mirror. I pulled with a frantic determination, and the bed squealed in protest as I dragged it half way across the room. I stopped it just in front of the mirror.
I climbed back onto the mattress, and hung my legs over the edge of the bed. The wide-open reflection of my cunt stared back at me from the mirror. I sighed with relief.
"Good... good!" I said, watching my fingers going in and out of my cunthole. "Good!"
The pleasure was throbbingly intense, and the fires inside my body were burning with ever-increasing excitement. I put two fingers together, and sunk them between the flap of my cuntlips, watching the hole of my cunt eat them up until the knuckles of my hand were pressed tightly against the underside curve of my cunt. I wriggled the fingers back and forth inside of me, touching one side of the slick vaginal walls, and then the other. Pleasure sprung out from the intimate caress, and I squeezed down around my hand to absorb the sudden erotic throb.
I joined a third finger with the other two once the pleasure had diminished to a point of endurance. I formed the fingers into a triangle, thrusting them viciously in and out of the gaping hole as if it were a miniature cock. I hunched down against the fingers, listening to my cunt make a whooshing rub of flesh against flesh.
In the mirror, I watched the fingers go in dry, then come out wet, dripping with the thick ooze of my excitement.
My orgasm was almost upon me, and I pulled the fingers out, settling for a more conventional method of bringing on my orgasm. I pressed the wet index and middle fingers directly on my clitoris, spread my thighs even further apart, drawing up my knees, and I began to masturbate myself in earnest.
The trembling threat of orgasm began to build almost immediately. I felt a tingling in my cunt, deep inside the closing passageway, and my thighs began to shake with uncontrollable passion. A deep, burning warmth spread out along my cunt, dripping from me as the wetness of my excitement trickled down the hairy creases of my quivering box.
I strained down against my hand, humping my cunt against the twirling fingers. My clit was swelling like a man's erection, throbbing and pounding with its building excitement. My cunt was pouring out its juices, spreading them all over my crotch until my cunt was almost splashing in wetness, and my fingers kept slipping from the bud of my clit.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror: I had never seen myself masturbate-not this way, at least. I could see my hand moving swiftly, expertly 'against the oozing redness of my cunt, just as I could see the pink puckered mouth of the hole opening and closing like the eye of a camera. The whole area between my yawning thighs was completely sopping with wetness, and the bedspread under my ass was stained with my passion.
"I'm going... to come!" I grunted, watching myself in the mirror. I reached down with my free hand, and I grabbed my left tit. I began to massage it with my fingers, digging my nails into the tender flesh. "I'm going to... Jesus!... come!"
I scooped my left tit up with the palm of my hand, and I bent my face down toward it. My hand was working furiously against my cunt, and the orgasm was a soft and tender bubble in the middle of my cunt. Just the slightest additional pleasure Would prick that bubble, and cause it to explode in a torrent of rushing waves.
I opened my mouth and stretched my tongue out. The tip of my tongue touched my nipple, and I began to lick it wetly, back and forth, watching myself in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. I strained the flesh of my tit up into my mouth, allowing saliva to dribble down between my fingers.
My orgasm began.
"Oh... Christ!" I moaned, spreading the cry against the puckered flesh of my breast. My fingers still moved between the lips of my cunt, building the exploding orgasm higher and higher. "Oh... my God!"
I could feel my cunt quivering against my trembling fingers. Pleasure ripped up from the hole of my cunt, like air bubbles rushing to the surface of a lake. As each bubble exploded, another layer of pleasure settled upon my writhing body. I wrestled with it, groaning from the intensity of the sensation, and then another would burst, and I would have to endure the ecstasy again, at an even more intense level. It went on like that for ten or twelve more orgasms, each one better and higher than the last. In the end, I was screaming in pain from the pleasure, and I slumped backward on the bed, my mouth at last falling away from my saliva-soaked breast. I passed out.
But, before I did, I caught one last glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cunt was quivering still and in the center of it, between the fluttering lips, pressed against the throbbing button of my clitoris, were my two fingers. They were still working, spinning around and around, bringing me to still another orgasm.
CHAPTER FIVE
I wrote my first sexual novel, and surprisingly, sold it to a New York City publishing house by the name of Bee-Line Books. Since it was my first novel of this type, and I hadn't decided exactly how to write it, I was apprehensive about its effectiveness. For this reason, I wrote it under the pseudonym of Jessica Lee, and it was called The Overheated Wife. Despite my uncertainty, the novel was very well received, and Bee-Line asked me to write another.
I was more confident this second time, and I decided to draw upon my own personal experiences-fictionalizing them, of course-as a background for the novel.
When I first came to New York from the Midwest, I was a young, naive girl. I had my degree in nursing then, and I worked on a per-diem basis as a private nurse for different patients on different days. Because I was alone in the city, and perhaps a little unsure of myself, I began to fantasize about my patients, allowing my imagination to draw me into all kinds of bizarre sexual entanglements with them. Then, after working in my mundane job, I would go home to my apartment and masturbate, allowing these fantasies to flow freely and uninhibitedly. I've always had an intense imagination, and as a result, these imagined sexual fantasies were -graphic and detailed.
I decided, therefore, to draw upon those fantasies, to embellish them with even more lurid details, and turn them into the subject matter of my next novel. I called the book the Naughty Nursemaid! And, since the novel was to some degree autobiographical, I decided to use my own name on the title page-Linda Robbins!
I was well into the book, in the middle of Chapter Seven, and I was writing about one of my ex-patients. I called him Irving W. Abovitz, but, of course, that wasn't his real name. As I recall, he was a temporary invalid, laid-up in bed from a skiing accident. He was an older man, in his late fifties, and as my fantasy went, I imagined that he had exposed himself to me one day while I was changing the sheets to his bed. In my masturbatory fantasy, I grew angry, and secretly excited, at his exhibition. I began to taunt him back by undressing in front of him, exciting him even further, until he began to masturbate openly, bringing himself to a powerful orgasm.
Recounting the fantasy, I came to the end of the page. I pulled the sheet from my typewriter, and reread it. It was quite vivid and effective. I felt a stirring in my groin.
I put the page down in the completed pile. It was warm in my den, but I didn't feel like getting Up to turn on the air-conditioner. So I flipped my skirt back, exposing my parted thighs in an attempt to cool myself. When I work, I like to feel free, so all I was wearing was a blouse and skirt. I could see the naked bowl of my belly when I looked down. The hair on my cunt curled up the broad face of my pubic mound, and spread out into the crease of my thighs in a dark, widening vee.
I went over the balance of the fantasy in my mind, attempting to recall exactly what I had imagined had happened that day with Mr. Abovitz. I remembered that his exposing himself to me, and his subsequent orgasm, was only the beginning of my fantasy with him, and that in the height of my arousal, when I was completely naked, his son, Sidney, a man in his late twenties, entered the bedroom and surprised us, catching us in flagrant. Sidney immediately decided to join us in bed.
The fantasy was vivid in my mind, and I began to type: Sidney ignored his father. He climbed up on the bed, and placed himself between my legs. His cock was hot and hard, and my cunt was wet. I thrust up and he pushed down, and I felt his cock slide into my cunt.
It was like a crazy sexual dream for me. I was hot from before; hotter than I can ever remember having been before. Could there be that narrow a line between anger and sexuality; between violence and sexuality? Or did any intense emotional explosion ultimately vent itself in sexuality? Or, finally, was any intense emotion really a disguise for sexual passion?
Whichever it was, and whatever were the reasons for my behavior, it didn't matter. All that meant anything now was the urgency of the moment, and the burning intensity of my selfish, mindless passion.
And this same pressing imperativeness of sexual urgency seemed to be as much a part of Sidney's mood as it was a part of mine. Sidney, like me, didn't care about the appropriateness of the moment or the circumstances; even his father's threats did not check his passion. We were both obsessed- obsessed with fucking each other.
"Yes!" I groaned, as his cock filled the aching, emptiness between my cuntlips. His cock filled me -not with its size, but with its presence. It was a cock, and my cunt needed a cock. His cock; perhaps any cock!
I screwed my cunt up, and he pushed his cock down. A great wetness spread out between us. The wetness was from my cunt; from the juices of my excitement; from the juices the spoon of his cock stirred in the bubbling pot of my cunt. He slid it in and out, and I pushed up and down on it. Flashes of wet pleasure and moist friction rubbed like sexual sandpaper across my cunt. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around Sidney's hips, and I ground my cunt into the pole of his cock.
"Fuck me!" I screamed. "Fuck me!"
I came to the end of the page, and I realized my hand was trembling when I pulled the sheet from the carriage of the typewriter. I read the page over slowly, breathing in short deep breaths.
My cunt was wet. I could feel a discharge oozing down between my legs, smearing itself all across the seat of my chair. I put the script sheet down, and I touched my cunt. An excited thrill raced through my body.
I was sexually excited, I realized. The fantasy-memory of that night with Sidney and his father was so vivid, my body was reliving it through the keys of my typewriter.
I worked my hand around against my crotch.
My cunt made a squishy noise as the moist lips opened and closed. I touched my clitoris, and it was like a hot pebble between the lips of my cunt. It ached to be fondled and brought to orgasm. I flicked it once or twice, trembling.
I wanted to stop working and masturbate, but I knew I couldn't. I had a dead-line for the end of the week, and besides, the Chapter was flowing effortlessly. It would be a shame to interrupt it at this point, even for something as essential as masturbating.
I reread the page, bunching my skirt up around my spread thighs, working my hand expertly against my oozing cunt. I slipped a finger into the hole, and was scraping it around the clinging lining of my cuntal passageway by the time I got to the bottom of the page.
I was in a dilemma: I didn't want to halt either effort: writing or masturbating. I looked helplessly around the room, as if there might be something around me that would provide an answer. My eyes fell upon the door to the bedroom, and suddenly it came to me. I had the answer.
I got up and went into the bedroom, returning to the typewriter almost immediately. In my hand was the answer to both problems: a vibrator.
I sat in my chair, putting my feet up on the edge of a shelf, and I inserted the slender, prick-like instrument into my cunt. My box was wet and juicy, and the probe slid effortlessly in until it disappeared between the black-haired folds of my cuntlips. I squeezed down around it, and smiled at the hardness inside of me. I wiggled around until it was comfortable inside of me, then I returned my feet to the floor, turning in my chair until I was in position in front of the typewriter once again.
I slid a second sheet into the carriage of my typewriter, typed the page number, then dropped down two lines to continue with the narrative. Before my fingers touched the keys, I put my hand against my cunt, sliding the fingers up into the hole, and I switched on the vibrator. It buzzed faintly inside of me, like a far away swarm of bees. There was a gentle rocking in my cunt, a subtle series of vibrations that began my juices flowing again. I closed my thighs around the humming hardness in my cunt, biting down on my lower lip at the gentle swelling of pleasure.
I began to type: It was my scream that seemed to alter things. Before, we were just two people fucking on a bed, with a third person watching in disapproval. But after my scream, all of the old man's objections, his whole mood of resistance, seemed to gush out of him like stale air from a ruptured balloon. I screamed, and he screamed, and he leaned over our fucking, humping naked bodies, and he touched us.
"Yes!" he cried. "Fuck her, Sidney! Fuck her!"
I felt the old man's hand between his son's legs. It was on his cock, pushing it into my cunt. It was the same hand he had come in, so mixed in with the sticky wetness of my cuntal juices. I felt the thick, cold wetness of Irving Abovitz's sperm dripping on my cunt.
The perverseness of the feeling excited me. "Touch me more!" I screamed to him, and I thrust my cunt up hard into his son's cock.
The old man bent forward between us, and I could feel his breath on my cunt. His mouth opened, and I felt his tongue lick out and touch itself between the pink, hairy lips of my cunt, lapping me. His tongue was frantic and indiscriminate: he licked both my cunt, and the fat, pushing hardness of his own son's cock. His tongue licked through the wetness of my discharge, through the wetness of his own sperm, dripped there previously by his touching, probing hand, and the excitement of the contact drove my passion even higher.
"I can see you fucking her, Sidney!" the old man moaned. "I can see your cock going in and out of her cunt! In and out!"
I was so excited, that I bent my body in half, pulling my cunt higher, and Sidney hooked his arms behind my knees and flopped my calves and feet against his shoulders. He was holding himself up with his outstretched arms, with his body arched, and he was thrusting directly down into my cunt.
The old man couldn't touch my cunt now, so he crawled between my legs, between his son's legs, and he pressed himself against my bent, aching back. I felt his hand sliding up over my ass, then press down between my body and Sidney's pressing hardness. I felt the old man's hand come near my cunt, and it tightened like a fist around the thrusting shaft of his son's cock. Each time Sidney fucked himself into my cunt, the shaft of his cock first passed through the closed tightness of his father's hand. Each time Sidney pulled out of my cunt, he spread the wetness of my cuntal juices all over the insides of his father's cylindrical fist. So, in essence, Sidney was fucking two cunts-the fleshy, wet artificial cunt of his father's hand, and the real fleshy-wet hotness of my cunt.
I reached the end of the page, and quickly inserted another. Again my hand was trembling, and I could feel perspiration running down my back, making my blouse cling like a second skin. My erect nipples scraped against the starchy material of my blouse front, and the throbbing vibrations coining from my cunt made me squeeze my thighs tightly together. The hard edge of orgasm was building inside of me, whirring like the sharp blade of a buzzsaw, aching to sink its metallic teeth into the softness of my cunt. I continued to write: I felt my orgasm growing, and I quickened my pace. My cunt pounded against Sidney's belly, and the old man's hand. My back was aching from the strange, unnatural position of our three bodies, but the old man disregarded my pain, and he shifted himself again, so that he could be even closer to the scene of the action.
"Harder!" I screamed. "I'm coming soon! Hard-err The moment I spoke the words, I felt something change. The old man's hand flattened against my cunt, and he was no. longer holding his son's cock. He had his hand pressed flat against the back part of my cunt, with the tips of his fingers pressed into the lining between the lips. Eights near the cock-stuffed entrance hole.
Then the second change happened: I felt the old man's tongue begin to lick at my anus. The tongue snaked out of his mouth and flapped violently up and down the sensitive crack between the cheeks of my ass. Each lick of his tongue began and ended in the same place-the puckered tightness of my asshole.
"Yes!" I screamed, and I tried to open my asshole to his mouth. I wanted both entrances to my body to be filled with a hard, thrusting wetness.
The old man's tongue aided me in this, because he stopped paying attention to the rest of my anal crack, and he concentrated his licking attention on my asshole. He curled his tongue into a cylinder, and he pushed it, like a knife entering my body, into the sensual tightness of my anal canal.
I quickly ripped out the page and slid in another. My memory and the throbbing "sway of the vibrator were working on my body, and I found myself gasping for breath. The orgasm inside of me was very real, slowly building itself into a screaming crescendo, completely untouched by my hands.
Sweat was pouring down my face, and I licked its salty kiss from my top lip. My skirt had fallen down across my lap, and I lifted it again, tucking it into the waist-band top of my skirt. I stretched my legs luxuriously out in front of me, and I felt the vibrator shift and slide, oozing wetly further up the gripping tightness of my cunt.
I could almost taste the nearness of my budding orgasm, it was so close. My mouth was dry and foul-tasting, and I found myself swallowing heavily. I wanted to touch my cunt, to caress it with my trembling fingers, but I fought back the temptation. This was going to be a completely mechanical orgasm: only the humming pulse of the vibrator deep inside my cunt, and the vivid memory of that imagined night of sex more than twelve years ago would be allowed to work on my shuddering body. Nothing else.
I returned my fingers to the keyboard.
It was all I needed. My body screamed, and it began to come. Come from two holes: my cunt and my ass.
My orgasm must have triggered Sidney's, for the moment I began to come, Sidney began to come. His cock was like a cannon as it fired barrage after barrage of thick, hot sperm into my cunt. I felt his cock tremble, expel and recoil, and the sides of his shaft grew red-hot from all the explosive friction. Sperm gushed into my cunt, bubbling from the tip of his cock, like lava or molten fire.
I screamed in ecstasy as I felt my body climbing after each orgasm, scaling mountains and peaks of pleasure never before attained. The orgasms began at the point they usually end at, and they grew better and longer from there. My coming was like a set of endless stairs: each step went a little higher, brought you a little closer, until you were running, leaping two and three steps at a time, frantically seeking the landing or the plateau that would provide the ultimate sexual pleasure. My body strove and ripped after it, until I could almost feel it in my clutching hands.
Then a new hardness pushed into my cunt, and I screamed out in agony. Pain mixed with pleasure, and soon I couldn't distinguish what it was I was screaming from.
The old man, the moment his son began to come, pushed two fingers into my cunt. My cunt was already filled with the thickness of Sidney's cock, but he pushed his two fingers into my cunt, lodging them next to his son's cock, and I screamed at the ripping agony pulling apart the entrance hole of my cunt. I'd never been filled so fully. The lips of my cunt were swollen around the three shafts, and the elastic mouth of my cunt felt as though it were going to rip and tear. My insides turned to jelly as Sidney's cock continued to throb inside of me, pumping out his come against my cunt, and wetting the two wiggling fingers of his father's hand.
The orgasm was pounding, throbbing in my cunt, and I bit hard on my hand. I had to keep my orgasm contained, and prevent it from exploding before I was ready. I pulled the last sheet from the typewriter, pressing my legs as tightly together as was possible, and I slid in the final sheet.
The words swam before my blurry eyes, and I struck the keys desperately, typing with an insane pounding, furiously trying to finish before the orgasm exploded inside of me.
The typewriter clicked mechanically, and the last few moments of the memory unfolded: The old man pulled his tongue from my ass, and the circle of flesh made a wet, bubbling sound, as though someone were drowning.
"I can feel it coming!" the old man screamed. "I can feel your cock coming inside of her!"
Sidney grunted, and his cock throbbed. I screamed and came again. And I felt a plopping hotness splashing against my naked back.
"Oh, I'm coming again!" the old man announced in an hysterical, surprised scream. "I'm coming and I can feel you coming! I can feel your sperm on my fingers!"
I screamed one more time, and the last thing I remember before I passed out was feeling the old man trying to stuff yet another finger into my cunt.
I typed the last word, then quivering like a mass of raw, exposed nerve endings, I fell forward across my machine. The vibrator inside of me buzzed insanely, and the flood of thwarted pleasure exploded hotly down my thighs with all the fury and intensity of a bursting dam.
The vibrator buzzed and throbbed, rocked and hummed, turning the inside of my cunt into a puddle of liquid pleasures.
It was a shattering orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
It didn't take very long before I became a full-fledged swinger.
I began to go out now, everyday that I wasn't working, and every single night. I began to explore all the many facets of human sexuality, trying out various partners, both men and women. I would go to a bar, or to a party, or to a movie theater, allow myself to get picked up, and go home with my partner of the evening for a complete sexual romp in the sack. I explored fully every aspect of oral-ism, sucking cocks and cunts both to orgasm. I even experimented with analism, and allowed a man that I had picked up with a particularly slender cock to shove his slim member into the tightness of my asshole. I remember how painful the initial penetration was until the full-length of his cock was inside of me, and then how it altered suddenly, becoming one of the most powerfully erotic sensations I have ever experienced in my life. I began to come, spontaneously almost, the moment his cock exploded in my ass, and pumped his burning, hot orgasm into the tight canal of my ass.
I began to experiment seriously with size: seeking out men with particularly huge cocks. I met a black man who had a cock that measured almost ten inches erect. I played with him seriously, attempting to find which position afforded me the most sexual pleasure, and in which position I could take the full-length of his gigantic prong most comfortably. I practiced sucking on his cock, shoving its thick black length deep into my throat, trying to see how far I could push it back without gagging, discovering ultimately that I could swallow almost all of it if I breathed through my nose and flattened my tongue against the floor of my mouth. I even allowed him to stab it into my ass, and I gobbled almost half of his length before the pain and the pleasure grew too intense, and I began to come from the penetration.
I began to investigate how the physical location affected my orgasm. I allowed myself to be screwed in strange, exciting places: on the back seat of a taxi cab, in the men's bathroom of an expensive midtown restaurant, under the boardwalk at Coney Island, in broad-daylight. I discovered that sex is heightened by danger, and when the threat of being caught is present, I experienced a shattering, titanic orgasm.
As far as I went exploring sexuality with other partners, I was equally thorough in internal exploration. I perfected various masturbatory techniques, using my fingers, or friction or variously shaped dildos. I even began experimenting with something I call telephonic masturbation. What I do is get completely naked, sit on the bed, and dial a telephone number at random. When a man answers, I began to talk to him sexually, telling him in the bluntest possible terms exactly what I'm doing to myself. Usually he listens in complete fascination as I build myself to orgasm, using my fingers or a rubber cock. I attempt to draw the man into my fantasy by coaxing him to join in with me and make it a mutual masturbation, via the telephone. Actually, I've been rather successful, and have brought more than ten men to orgasm simply by talking to them. I've tried the same technique on women, with slightly less success. The only woman I've reached who went along with me, talking obscenely back to me while she masturbated herself to orgasm, I suspect was a Lesbian. Not that it makes the orgasm any less significant, but I'd really be interested in bringing off a heterosexual married woman, perhaps even a housewife.
My writing began to improve, and I discovered that sex was my medium. And, with the backlog of sexual experimentation to which I was continually exposing myself, I discovered that I had more than enough material to fill a hundred novels. I wrote a rather long novel for Bee-Line, called Eight Hours in a Massage Parlor, and since the book was completely fictional, except for the details of some of the sex scenes, I produced the novel under my pseudonym-Jessica Lee.
I also began to write articles and short stories, and then I did a series on "Contemporary American Sexual Perversions" for Raunch!, that infamous sex magazine. During the length of my contribution, I became familiar with the editorial staff at Raunch!, and become close friends with Gene Phillips and Roger Cornell, the two young bachelors who run the magazine. They, in fact admired the liberated sexual philosophy for which I stood, so much, that they wanted to serialize Eight Hours, and run it in Raunch! in monthly installments, one Hour each issue.
That was my reason for arriving at Roger's pad at eleven o'clock at night: to discuss contractual arrangements, and finances. Roger lived in a fashionable section of the West Village in a renovated brownstone that housed only two occupants- Leigh Bradely, the Hollywood actress downstairs, and Roger Cornell upstairs.
I knocked on Roger's door.
"Coming!" came a muffled reply from somewhere behind the door.
I waited several seconds, and then the door opened. Standing there was Gene Phillips, Roger's partner. He said: "Hi! Come on in."
"Are you here too?" I asked, not expecting him. I entered the apartment, and he closed the door. "Where's Roger?"
"Right here," Roger said, entering the living room from a room further back in the apartment. 'He was carrying a silver tray with both hands. "I was getting the drinks."
The apartment was lavishly plush, decorated in an expensive ultra-modern manner. There was a thick white shag rug on the floor, running from wall to wall, and the furniture reminded me of chess pieces, positioned strategically around the room. Off to the left there was a long black leather sofa with chrome arms and supports, decorated with white leather throw pillows. Across from the sofa was a matching leather chair, with a low-slung hammock-type seat, bright red in color, with the same matching chrome supports. There was a straight-backed gothic chair that looked like a king's throne, and it was over in one corner, next to the huge, rounded, ultra-modern fireplace. The walls were painted an intense red, and it gave the room a sinister, unearthly atmosphere. An abstract, hanging chandelier of wire and glass cast a sagging, lateral light that made the shadows seem to dance all around the room.
I entered the room, touched with the unspoken knowledge that more was going to be discussed tonight than contracts. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, purposely choosing the middle cushion to sit on. The black leather of the sofa stretched out on either side of me.
"Well, this is a marvelous place," I said, looking around the room. "I love what you've done to it."
Gene followed me quietly into the living room, and sat next to me on the sofa, on my left.
"Why, thank you," Roger said, genuinely complimented. He placed the tray of drinks down on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa. "I'm glad you like the place."
"What are we going to drink?" I asked, indicating the tray. "Something potent, I hope?"
Gene laughed. "It's just a little something Roger invented. I cant tell you what's in it. It's a secret. But it is potent."
"I have a feeling I'm going to need it," I said, eyeing one man and then the other.
Roger came around the swirling curve of the glass coffee table, and sat on the sofa next to me, on my right side. I was sandwiched between the two men.
Of the two, Gene was the more conventionally handsome. He had straight, regular features, long black hair, deep violet eyes, and a tall slender body. He had a quick, bright smile, and he used ii to dazzle you with.
He said, in a soft, cultured voice: "Why don't we have our drinks?"
"Good idea." Roger reached over and handed me a glass, then handed one to Gene, and took the last for himself. "What shall we toast to?"
Gene said: "How about to Linda?"
"How about to-sex?" I suggested. I turned to Roger to test his reaction.
Roger was smiling, and his eyes twinkled. His nose was broken, and he had a ruggedly handsome (face that went with his squat, muscular body. He wore his brown hair short, and its color perfectly matched his eyes. He held the delicate glass high in his gnarled, muscular hand, tilting his head to the side in obvious approval.
"To sex?" he said. Echo's of Brooklyn- rang dimly in his tone. "Why not? To sex then!"
We clinked our glasses together, and I sipped from my drink. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was thick and smooth. It slid painlessly down my throat like liquid velvet, and only after it splashed into my stomach did I experience the deep alcoholic burning.
"My... God!" I said, my eyes tearing, gasping for air. "What is that? Jesus, that must be effective."
Gene laughed softly. "It usually is."
"Ah-hah! Do I detect a note of lechery in that statement?" I asked. I stared directly into Gene's violet eyes, to see whether he would return my look.
He did, and his gaze was steady and even.
"That is our business," Roger said. "Lechery, I mean."
This time I laughed. A feather-like flutter of excitement tickled in my belly, and I felt my cunt begin to throb. My nipples grew stiff.
"Is that what you call it?" I asked. "Lechery?"
Gene sipped again from his glass. "For want of a better name."
"Why don't you call it what it really is?" I suggested. I looked at Gene and then at Roger. They seemed to be communicating wordlessly, passing an electric current between their burning eyes. "Raw, sexual intent."
Gene shrugged and drained his glass. "I guess you really do believe all those things you wrote about in your articles and books."
I took a second sip, swallowing a mouthful of the potent mixture, and shuddered when it hit my system. "Every last word of it," I said.
"Do you... practice what you preach?" Roger asked, staring into the bottom of his glass, as if the answer might be discerned there.
My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips. "Why don't you try me and find out?"
Roger looked at me for a long time, then drained his drink. He placed it carefully on the silver tray on the glass-topped coffee table. Then he reached over, and without using his hands, he kissed me.
Our mouths came together softly, both lips pressing gently back and forth, smearing saliva between us. Roger rolled his head gently around, then opened his mouth, and I felt his tongue slide out and tap against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue, sucking it back between my lips.
Something moved behind me, and I felt a pair of hands slide up from my back, up the length of my chest, and cup both my tits. It was Gene Phillips' hands, and while his friend and partner kissed my open mouth, he squeezed my breasts.
My head began to spin, and I knew it was too soon for the alcohol to be effecting me. I realized I was incredibly excited. The very idea of being worked over, of being made love to by two men at the same time, nearly drove me wild. It was time for me to move on to the next level of my explorations. It was time for me to know the ecstasy of having two men take turns at fucking me.
I bent forward, flattening my tits in the palms of Gene's hands. His fingers kneaded the flesh expertly, pinching the nipples through the soft material of my denim work shirt. I kissed hard against Roger's mouth, lashing excitedly back at him with my wet tongue.
As I was being kissed and fondled, I began to think back to my fantasy affair with Irving Abovitz and his son Sidney. I tried to compare the two: the fantasy and the reality, to see which was better, which was more intensely exciting. Reality has a tendency to fall far short of imagination sometimes.
Thankfully, this was not one of those times.
Gene began to work on the buttons of the shirt, opening them one by one. Soon the shirt was completely parted, and he slid his hands across my naked chest, cupping both tits in the warm hollow of his hands. My flesh felt as if it were on fire.
I kissed passionately back at Roger, lashing his tongue with my own, exploring every inch of his wet, open mouth. I began to groan into that hollow cavern, and my tongue stiffened when I felt his hands slide across my body, and he cupped them under my crotch, squeezing through my jeans, into my cunt.
I began to sigh audibly, groaning loudly, as the two pairs of hands administered pleasure to my body. I didn't know where to concentrate my excitement first: in the throbbing tenderness of my fondled breasts, or in the dripping wetness of my cunt, as Roger's hands worked feverishly against my clitoris.
"God!" I moaned. The words sounded hollow as they echoed inside of Roger's open mouth. "God... God!"
Roger's hands left my cunt, and they came up to my belly. He began to work on my belt, pulling it loose, then opening the snap of my jeans. He slid one hand down the front of the opened pants for protection, then with the other hand, he opened my zipper. I wasn't wearing any panties under the jeans, and his hands felt like cold-fire against my steaming flesh.
He opened the pants completely, then reached one hand into them, turning it around so that his palm faced my body, and he slid it under my cunt, cupping the naked mound in his hand. His fingers began to work against my clitoris, and I groaned again into his mouth.
I could stand it no longer, and I reached across and touched his cock. It felt huge through the material of his trousers, and I pulled desperately on the zipper until the pants were opened. I stabbed my hand into the open zipper, fumbled with his shorts, then felt his long, hot thick cock jump into my hand like a live animal All the while, I was kissing him wetly and passionately, and Gene's nimble fingers were playing a sonata on my nipples, squeezing and tweaking them until the throbbing rhythm of my pleasure was building like a crescendo in the air.
"Do it!" I cried, breaking my lips from the kiss only for a brief second to utter my passion. "God... Do it!"
Roger's hand slid down from the curve of my crotch, and his hand was working itself between the lips of my cunt. I could feel myself oozing wetly around his hand as it was pressed up against me by the stretched tightness of my jeans. He pushed two fingers back and held them together, teasing them around in a short, shallow circle, tickling them across the opening of my cunthole. I pressed against the fingers, desperately trying to impale myself on their hardness.
"Finger-fuck me!" I groaned, ripping my mouth away from his lips. Sweat poured down my face. "Put it in me, please! Finger-fuck me!"
The words were hardly out of my mouth, when I moaned in pleasure as Roger jammed two teasing fingers into my cunt. I could feel them traveling up inside of me, two distant, wiggling hardnesses, pushing open the clinging softness of my moist cuntal flesh. I could feel his hand wedged under me, with his knuckles rubbing erotically against my clitoris as he sunk the fingers into my cunt.
Something wet and soft kissed me on the neck, and I jumped and shuddered. It was Gene, I realized, leaning up against me, bending down, both hands still on my tits, and he was licking my ear and kissing my neck. Shudders of wet electricity raced down my spine, curved around my ass, and... buried themselves deep in my cunt. I could feel the two levels of pleasure dueling there-the wetness of Gene's kisses, and the throbbing scrape of Roger's fingers, exploring the damp secrets of my cunt.
"Oh, God!" I cried, leaning back towards Gene, raising my hips up from the sofa so that Roger's fingers could dig even more deeply into my cunt. I stroked his cock, tickling it with my fingers, running my hand over every inch of its hard, throbbing surface. "It's... fantastic!"
Gene continued to kiss me, washing my neck and ears with the sword-like stab of his tongue-tip, but his hands moved from my tits, leaving them uncaressed for a moment. But Roger only allowed that to last for an instant, and then, with his free hand, he began to fondle me where Gene had left off. Roger's hands were larger, harder, calloused, and the difference in their touch was deliciously erotic Gene began to work on the buttons of my sleeves, opening them while he kissed me. Both sleeves were opened, and he began to pull the shirt down my arms until I was naked to the waist. The cool, air-conditioned air of the apartment made my flesh tingle with raw excitement.
I stroked Roger's cock desperately, pulling at the pouch of his balls until it hung heavily down the front of his pants. His cock was enormously thick, and I had difficulty in wrapping my hand around it. I caressed it smoothly, stroking it up and down, from its thick, broad base to its blunt, cudgel-like head. I squeezed the crown between my fingers, and Roger moaned.
With my blouse now off, Gene returned his hands to my tits. Roger relinquished his hold there, and buried the free hand in the open gash of my jeans. I thought the material would rip as he forced his hand in against my cunt, but it didn't, and I don't think I would have cared if it had. He cupped my cunt with the second hand, driving in a third finger. I pressed down against it, almost in agony from the pleasure, and he began to drill the fingers in and out of my clutching hole, like pistons working in unison.
Gene's hands made my tits ache with the rub of pleasure. His hands were smaller, softer, more tender, and I trembled as he caressed me. My body was leaping from sensation to sensation, without any chance to adjust or sort out the various pleasures.
Gene stiffened behind me, and I felt something hard and hot press against my back. Through the haze of sensation swelling up from my ears and neck, from both my breasts, and from the drumming fingers in my cunt, it was difficult for me to understand what it was that was rubbing against my back.
And then I understood. It was Gene's cock. He had pulled it from his pants, and was rubbing its long hard stiffness up and down the soft slopes of my naked back.
"Jesus!" I cried, melting with all the attention I was receiving. "It's... incredible!"
Gene began to move his mouth down, trailing a wet series of kisses and licks across the front of my chest, and up the curve of my left tit. His mouth closed over the swollen orb, and his lips and tongue played with my nipple. As he strained over me, sucking my tit, I could feel his hard, pumping cock, sliding back and forth over the ridge of my shoulder.
"That looks good," Roger said, admiring what his friend was doing to me. Both his hands worked passionately against my cunt, whipping my sweltering pussy into a furious, quaking wetness of excitement. "I think I'll try some."
I felt his hot breath against my naked chest. His mouth opened, and his tongue lashed out at the nipple of my right breast. The nipple stiffened with the electric-like shock of contact, and I could feel saliva dripping down both my breasts.
"My God!" I cried, feeling the two mouths chew into my tender body. "I can't stand it... I feel like I'm going to go crazy!"
But I didn't, and all that happened was that the thousands of sensations that were raining down upon my body got better, wilder, infinitely more intense. I felt myself melting against their twin attentions: fingers in my cunt, mouths on my tits, a cock in my hand, and another rubbing against my shoulder!
"Fuck me!" I cried, sensing that the pleasure couldn't run rampant for much longer without it taking its toll on my sanity. "Please... god! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
There was movement around me, but I was too far gone to determine what it was. I felt myself laying back on the soft coldness of the sofa. I felt hands leaving my cunt, mouths leaving my breasts. I felt my ass lift up, and someone pulled my jeans down my legs until I was completely naked on the sofa.
"FUCK ME!" I SCREAMED, BURYING MY OWN HANDS IN MY CUNT, SHOCKED AT THE WETNESS I FOUND THERE. "PLEASE... SOMEONE FUCK ME!"
I saw a cock flash by my face, and I reached up and grabbed it with both hands. I pulled it towards my open mouth. The cock was long and slender, thinner than the one I had felt in my hand before, so I assumed that it was Gene's.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and I lifted my face against his cock. I swallowed it inside my lips, burying my face against the fine, hairy flanks of Gene's belly. His balls dangled against my chin, and I rolled my tongue over the swollen knob of his cockhead, sucking desperately on the stiff shaft of his rod. I jerked my face up and down, allowing the throbbing erection to slide in and out of my mouth.
"Linda... Christ!" Gene moaned in a sudden excitement. "You're fantastic... Lord!... what a mouth you have, chick!"
I almost bit into the shaft when I felt Roger moving between my thighs. His mouth was open and wet, and I felt his hot, snorting breath billowing against the oozing wetness of my cunt. His tongue speared into my vagina, spreading the sloppy, tender lips as he slithered it up inside of me. He rolled it from side to side, tasting the sweetness of my discharge, tickling the tip of his tongue against the puckered mouth of my womb.
"Eat her, Rog!" Gene cried, watching his friend mouthing my cunt. "Eat her out... eat her pussy! Lick her cunt until she creams all over your mouth!"
Roger's tongue drilled furiously in and out, licking the slick flesh of my cunthole, then pulling out, and lashing savagely against my clitoris. The pleasure shredded my brain into small bits of quivering flesh, and I began to mumble a moan around the plug of Gene's cock.
Something hard stabbed up into me, and I realized it was Roger's finger. He was jamming it into my dilating asshole while his teeth were chewing into the expanding button of my clitoris. I drove myself down around his finger, with tears of pleasure squeezing from my eyes, and I felt him wiggle himself up the full-length of my anal passageway. He moved the finger from side to side, twisting it, turning it, rotating it inside of me while his tongue beat my clitoris into a quivering submission.
I grabbed hard against Gene's body, sinking my fingernails into the tensed hardness of his ass. I buried my mouth against his belly, sucking on his cock as if it were a straw, trying to drain him of his sperm, trying to swallow his whole cock, balls and all.
Gene's hand pushed me away. "Let me have a taste, Rog!" he said, staring at my juicing cunt. "Let's trade places... I'll eat her pussy, and you can get your dong sucked off by her vacuum-cleaner mouth!"
Gene pulled his cock from my mouth, and I felt the stabbing wetness of Roger's tongue slide away from my cunt. I began to protest, waving my hand's helplessly in the air, trying to prevent the interruption of pleasures.
"No... " I mumbled, half-numb with pleasure. "Don't... please... don't-" The ramming wedge of Roger's cock gagged the words in my mouth. I tasted flesh, and I began to gobble down the length of his driving pole. His cock was huge and thick in comparison to Gene's, and I had to stretch my mouth until my jaws ached to accommodate him. He pushed viciously in, rubbing away the taste of Gene's cock, driving his hard thickness deep into my throat.
I lashed back at him with my tongue, licking it against the swollen cockhead, wrapping it like a snake around the pole-like sides of his plunging shaft. I could smell the thick, dank sweetness of his perspiration, oozing up into my face from between his parted thighs.
Gene began to lick my cunt, and the momentary cessation of ecstasy immediately vanished, and I felt my body soaring upward like a screaming rocket, clutching desperately after an orgasm that was so close it was pounding in my ears like a kettle drum.
Gene used his tongue against my cunt the way a surgeon uses his scalpel: flick! dab! thrust! until pleasure was bleeding down against his educated mouth, and the flesh of my cunt felt raw with sensation.
I'm going to come... I thought, forcing my mind to work. My mouth sucked automatically around the ramming thickness of Roger's baseball bat of a cock. My God... I'm going to come!
Suddenly, wordlessly, they changed again, pulling away from my body. I thought I was going to scream in the agony of disappointment.
"No... please!" I cried. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuc-Ohgodchrist!"
Roger's swollen prick punched into my cunt, opening me the way a can opener rips apart a can of beer. A searing vicious thrust lodged the full-length of his enormous shaft deep in my body, and I could feel the hairy package of his balls banging against my oozing cuntal lining as he rammed himself in and out.
I gasped for air, blinded by the fog of my pleasure, my mouth working soundlessly. Someone climbed on my chest, and there was suddenly another cock in my mouth. I reached up and held it, sucking on it with all my driving strength and energy. Gene drove his cock rapidly in and out, with my rubber lips trailing wetly up and down the shaft of his cock, matching the in-and-out tempo that was beating away against my cunt.
We all began to come at the same time; or perhaps it was a chain-reaction, with one orgasm setting off another, and that one triggering the third. It happened so quickly it was difficult to tell for sure.
My mouth was suddenly filled with thick, surging rushes of sperm, and I swallowed greedily, flicking its foamy bubbles back into my throat as quickly as it gushed in. My mouth was heavy with the salty-tasting thickness, and I had to swallow to keep from drowning in it. Gene's cock pumped and throbbed, and I swirled my tongue across the head of his shaft so that I could feel the sperm splashing against my tongue. My mouth was swollen with the heat of his balls, and it oozed from between my cracked lips, dribbling down my chin.
Roger was grunting like an animal in heat, jack-knifing his hips with crushing rapidity. His cock felt as if it had claws, and he was using them to dig deeply into my cunt, touching me as no cock has ever touched me before.
"I'm... uh!... coming!" he grunted, his cock exploding like a volcano inside of me. His sperm flowed from his cock in a single, unbroken river of molten fire, filling every inch, every crack, every ripple of my cunt until it was shooting straight up into me. It was as though the two rivers of come were trying to join each other somewhere in the swirling depth of my body.
In all the congealing wetness, my orgasm felt lost, and I had difficulty keeping track of it. It kept spinning and mixing, swirling in a tangled mixture that oozed in and out of the other two orgasms. They ran together, the three flowing comes, linking up into a single, colossal orgasm that stretched through the length of all our bodies.
"God... god... god!" I cried, spewing Gene's sperm from my mouth in a fine, lacy spray. "Oooooohhhh!"
After we had recovered, we tried it the other way: with Gene in my cunt and Roger in my mouth. It was a wild, fantastic night.
We never did manage, though, to get to the contracts.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Is this your first orgy?"
Roger Cornell was asking me the question, turning his face towards me. He was sitting next to me, on my right, and on the other side was Gene Phillips. We were sitting in the back seat of a taxi-cab, and I was holding onto their cocks, one in each hand. Their zippers were open, and I was stroking them slowly up and down.
"Yes," I answered, looking through the plastic partition that separated the front and backs seats of the cab. The driver was giving us furtive looks through the rearview mirror. I couldn't tell from his eyes whether he could see what was going on, but I knew he was suspicious.
"My first orgy," I repeated. "Believe it or not."
Gene's hand slid up the front of my shirt, underneath the material. He began to play with my tits, running his fingers from breast to breast, pinching the nipples.
"There's always got to be a first time," he said philosophically. "You'll enjoy it. Laura and Ben are good people. You'll like them."
I squeezed both cocks, marvelling to myself at the sheer erotic pleasure of caressing two men at the same time while a third watched helplessly through a mirror. I wondered whether the cab driver had a hardon? I wondered how he would react if I asked him to pull over so that I could give him a blow-job?
"What are you smiling about?" Roger asked. His ramrod-like cock twitched in my hand.
"Nothing," I said, squeezing him back. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
"The party... orgy, I mean. I can't get used to calling it that. The orgy."
"Don't let it bother you," Gene said, palming my left breast. He flattened it against my chest with his fingers. "We'll be there if you get lonely. Just act cool and natural-the way you did last week with us-and everything will be fine. They're only people-like you or me or Rog-looking to have a good time-looking to get laid and sucked off."
The driver coughed and looked nervously back at us, flashing his eyes from the road to the mirror.
Roger leaned over and whispered something in my ear. A stab of excitement touched me.
"That sounds wild," I said. "Do we have very far to go?"
Roger looked out the side window, trying to get his bearings. It was dark outside, nearly ten o'clock, and the cab was travelling uptown. We passed a side street and I caught a glimpse of the sign: Sixth-Fifth Street. The orgy was being held in Laura and Ben's apartment on One Hundred-Thirteenth Street, right across, the way from Columbia University.
"Sure," Roger said. "We have plenty of time."
"Then do it."
Gene looked over at us, his grip loosening on my tit. "What are you two up to?"
"Just watch," I said, and with that, I opened my belt and slid my jeans down my legs. I pulled them off, and since I hadn't worn any panties, I was naked from the waist down.
Roger slid off the seat and crawled between my thighs. I opened my legs and pressed them against the back of the front seat. Roger crawled up, his mouth open, and he began to eat out my cunt.
"Jesus-that's wild!" Gene said, watching with his eyes wide. His fingers tightened around my tit. I tightened my hand around his cock in return. "Wild!"
I pushed my cunt hard against Roger's mouth, groaning softly when I felt his hot tongue opening the crack of my cunt, and licking softly against my clitoris. I could feel a runny wetness beginning to collect deep inside of my empty cuntal canal.
The cab driver's eyes were more on the rear-view mirror than they were on the road. He seemed to be sitting up in his seat, trying to get a better angle with the reflection. I thought I heard the sound of a zipper opening, but I couldn't be sure. I was sure, however, of the sounds I heard coming from the front seats. The low, unmistakable groans of pleasure.
I hope he's masturbating, I thought, grinding my cunt against Roger's tongue. I hope he has an orgasm from watching us. I only wish there was some way we could have him join us. It would be a night he would never forget.
By the time we got to our destination, I was more than in the mood for an orgy. Roger's tongue had worked a wonder in my cunt, and while he hadn't brought me to orgasm, he had brought me close several times. He stopped when I got to moaning too loudly. "I didn't want to ruin the orgy for you," he explained.
My jeans were back on, and both men's cocks were stuffed away in their pants, although still erect. I know the driver got his fair share of watching, because I heard him turn around in his seat and look down at us once when he had halted for a red light. Roger was still licking my cunt at the time, and I had slid over on the seat, and I was sucking on Gene's cock. The honking blast of a car behind us informed the driver that the light had changed, and he had greeted that awareness with a string of muttering curses and obscenities. I think we hit every red light after that, all the way uptown.
The orgy was in a brownstone, right on One Hundred-Thirteenth Street. The house was in the middle of the block, and Laura and Ben lived in the first floor, rear apartment. We knocked on the door, and someone opened it. A bright splash of light spilled out into the dim hallway.
"Come in, come in!" a blonde woman said, giggling. "We thought you'd never come... Oh, that's funny!"
The blonde was Laura, and Roger introduced us. She was quite attractive; wearing a green pullover sweater, and a short, light-green mini-skirt. She had a slender body, with soft, pert breasts that pushed out the front of her sweater with two bumps indicating her aroused nipples.
The apartment was a single square room. There were two beds, one over in the right hand corner of the room, next to a window, and the other on the right-hand wall, about half-way into the room. There was a worn-looking sofa on the left side of the room, in a corner next to a doorway. I guess the door led to the bathroom. There were several more chairs scattered around the room, mostly on the left side.
There were about eight or nine people in the room, including us. I was introduced to all of them, but I didn't remember anyone's name. I counted quickly and saw that there was one more woman than there was men. I was the odd woman.
A tall, dark-haired man, about thirty-five, came up to me. He had a drink in his hand. "Hi!" he said, smiling. "I'm Ben. Who are you?"
I told him.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, moving close to me. "I read your article in Raunch! That's pretty strong stuff. But I liked it. You got balls for a woman."
I thanked him, watching with a little flutter of apprehension as Roger and Gene melted away into the crowd, leaving me alone.
"Would you care for a drink, Linda?" Ben asked, holding up his glass as an example. "Or would you prefer to do some grass? The joints are on that table over there. Just help yourself."
"I think I'd rather have a drink. Scotch, please, with one ice-cube."
Ben wandered off to make my drink, and that gave me a moment or two to carefully go over the room and the men and women in it.
Sitting across from me, on the bed in the corner, was a black couple. I remember his name was Victor, and he was from Nigeria. With him was a strikingly beautiful black woman, about twenty three or so, and they were smoking a joint of marijuana, passing it back and forth between them.
Roger was talking to Laura, and next to them was Gene with a tall, raven-haired actress by the name of Jennifer. I didn't catch her last name.
On the other bed, sitting alone, was a short yellow haired young girl, about twenty-five or thirty, and she was sipping some wine and puffing drags on a half-consumed joint wrapped in yellowish wheat-paper. She had dancing green eyes that looked a little out of focus. She was a broadly built woman, with enormous braless breasts that hung down from sheer weight to the middle of her chest, making the front of her blouse bulge and strain to contain them. She had broad, flaring hips, and was wearing a navy blue mini-skirt that was hiked halfway up her thighs. Her legs were spread almost vulgarly, and I could see a crimp of pale yellow hair between the pinkness of her flesh and the darkness of the shadows.
"Here's your drink," Ben said, interrupting my survey. He was holding the drink out in front of me, smiling as charmingly as he possibly could. "One ice-cube."
"Thank you," I said, taking the drink. I sipped it cautiously, for courage. Not that I was afraid of Ben or the situation, it was just that it was so new. I was excited and tense, the way I always am before I begin on something new and important. The Scotch burned down my throat, making me feel good. I sighed. "That's good."
"Only the best for such a beautiful woman," Ben said, smiling. He was trying so hard to make me, and yet here we were-at an orgy. It was almost absurd.
Ben and I talked for a long while, first about me and then about him. I found out that Laura wasn't his wife, they were just living together. Ben worked in television as an assistant producer for the nighttime news on one of the local independent stations. I promised to send him an autographed copy of Eight Hours, and he promised to take me on a personalized tour of the station one night.
I wandered away from Ben after a while, mingling with some of the other guests. I talked for a short time with Victor Kent, the Nigerian, and he explained how he had such an Anglicized name for an African. His partner he told me was his American wife, Anita, and he assured me that he had two others in Nigeria. "My Father is Chief," he explained, with thick British Kit to his voice. He was going to NYU, studying to be an accountant. Anita, his American wife, was from Queens, where she and Victor lived. She was a secretary, and was quite content to be Victor's wife for the few years he remained in America as a student. Victor was some kind of status symbol for her.
I chatted with Roger and Gene for a short bit, ogling at the stark natural beauty of Jennifer. She had long, ebony-black hair, large green eyes, and the softest, creamiest complexion I have ever seen. Her flesh was so pale, her hair was like a vivid contrast in tones. She was in a few films, I discovered, some television, but mostly did commercials. I never did find out her last name.
Finally, I wandered over to the voluptuous blonde sitting on the bed alone. I introduced myself again, and she told me rather sullenly that her name was Kathy. She was living, she explained, in a completely stoned voice, with Ben and Laura, until she could get on her feet again. Dennis, her ex-boyfriend, had thrown her out and she' had no place to live.
"That was nice of Ben and Laura to take you in," I said, trying to sympathize.
She drained her glass of wine. "It's okay, I guess," she said. "I make it with them both, you know. I'm a bi-sexual."
I talked with Kathy a little longer, then managed to pry myself away. I found myself with Ben again and I had begun to think that this was more like a cocktail party than an orgy.
"Jesus... look at that!" Ben said.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Roger said, as I turned to see what Ben was talking about.
Across the room from us, Roger was talking to Kathy. She was down on her hands and knees in front of Roger, and she was completely naked. I could see the moon-like curves of her broad pink ass, and between her widely parted thighs, I could see the underside curve of her cunt. Her pubic hair was sparse and frizzy-looking, sticking up between her legs in small tufts.
"I wanna suck your cock!" Kathy said loudly, answering Roger who was looking down at her. Kathy's enormous tits hung heavily down, like cow udders. She reached up and rubbed the front of Roger's pants. "I wanna suck your fucking cock!"
Ben, next to me, laughed nervously. "Looks like the party's begun," he said. "That Kathy is something else."
"It's about time," I muttered under my breath, suddenly very tense. I could feel the thrill of excitement weaving into my body as I watched the exhibition in complete fascination.
"You want to suck my cock?" Roger asked, imitating her voice. I could see the elongated lump of an erection pushing out the front of his pants.
Kathy mumbled something. "Come on... let me take it out! I'm as hot as a bitch."
Roger didn't look the least bit embarrassed. He was holding his drink in his hand, looking down at her, considering the suggestion. He looked across at Laura, apparently his partner for the night, and asked: "What do you think?"
Laura was obviously smashed on grass, and she was giggling almost uncontrollably. "I think it's... wild! Wild!"
Roger seemed to be considering the proposal seriously, and I heard myself praying inwardly: do it... do it, damn it!... Do it!
Roger handed his drink to Gene, who was standing across from him, with his arm wrapped around Jennifer. Roger said: "Here, hold this for me a minute."
Kathy didn't wait for an answer, she simply got up from all fours, sitting back on her haunches, and while Roger was handing away his drink, she was unzipping his fly. Her short pink hand darted into the open pants, and she pulled out Roger's broad, erect cock.
Ben grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I hardly noticed, I was so entranced with what was happening. I could feel perspiration running down the insides of my thighs, making my jeans stick to my crotch. I felt Ben's index finger scraping my palm erotically, in a tickling gesture that I hadn't felt since I was a young girl in high school. I took a quick look over at him, but his eyes were riveted to the scene before us, and it was obvious that he was unaware of what he was doing.
"Oh... it's a big one!" Kathy moaned, stroking the erect organ. Roger's cock somehow seemed infinitely more obscene poking out the front of his trousers as he stood so calmly in front of her. Kathy dropped back down on her hands and knees, reaching up for his shaft with her straining neck and open, licking mouth. "Oh... I gotta suck it before I start to come!"
I've never seen two people make love before, not in a live exhibition at least. I was completely and totally fascinated. My breasts ached, and I could feel my cunt opening and closing against the rough crease of my jeans as they cut into my crotch. My mouth was dry, and I found myself licking my lips.
"Let's go... closer," I said, whispering so that I wouldn't shatter the unreality of what I was watching. I tugged on Ben's hand. "Come on... " He followed docilely, standing close behind me, looking over my shoulders. I stopped and stared down at Roger and Kathy, and I felt Ben come up close behind me, pressing his body against mine'. I could feel the insistent hardness of his erection against the softness of my ass, even through the thickness of my jeans.
I was standing perpendicular to Kathy, so I saw her in silhouette. Her eyes were closed, and long dark lashes curled against her flushed cheeks. Her mouth was open wide, incredibly so, and the blunt obscene thickness of Roger's cock marred the stretched redness of her lips. I could see the veins and throbbing hardness of the stiff cock. A thread or two of brown crotch hair peaked from the open slit of Roger's pants, and I could see a trickle of saliva dribbling from the corner of Kathy's straining lips.
Roger's hands came down and rested on top of Kathy's uptilted head. He said: "Suck it out, baby... Suck it out!"
I felt my mouth opening, straining in sympathy with Kathy. I remembered the taste, the hardness, the length and thickness of Roger's cock, and how it felt in my mouth. I could almost feel its weight still, pressing down against my tongue. I watched in sheer amazement as Kathy's quivering lips ate down the enormous length of the column of stiff flesh until her mouth was pressed tightly against Roger's belly, and the full-length of his cock was cradled inside of her mouth.
"She took it all!" I marvelled, sometimes that I was unable to accomplish because of his incredible thickness. "She swallowed his whole fucking cock... "
Ben pressed closer behind me, his cock a pounding hardness against my ass. I crushed myself back against him, grateful for his being there. The lips of my cunt were quivering like butterflies.
I could hear the wet, slurping sound of her mouth as she molded it around Roger's cock. I watched her twist her head from left to right, as if his cock were a screw, and she were attempting to tighten it. Her lips scraped across the open teeth of his zipper, rustling his pants so that I caught a glimpse of his heavy, hairy balls, still hidden in the secret pockets of material.
"Hey, Laura... come closer," Roger instructed.
The sound interrupted my intense concentration, and I had to force my eyes to look away from Kathy's cock-sucking exhibition. Laura was standing next to Roger, her fingers in her mouth, apparently as transfixed by what was happening as we all were. The sound of Roger's words snapped her out of her trance, and she moved wordlessly over to Roger's side. I could see her nipples clearly now, jutting out like buttons on the front of her green sweater.
I watched as Roger's huge hand closed over her left breast, and he began to fondle her while Kathy was sucking his cock. Excited, Laura leaned over, and began to kiss Roger's mouth, her tongue working frantically against his lips, her eyes closed in intense passion.
"Oh... Christ!" I moaned, softly, completely excited. "Jesus... Christ!"
Kathy began to slide her head back, pulling her lips away from Roger's crotch. His thick pink cock reappeared, dripping with saliva, growing out from the end of her open mouth. She pulled all the way back, until the cockhead popped from her lips, and I watched as her darting tongue rolled itself all over the crown of his shaft.
Behind me, Ben was humping steadily against my ass, and I could feel the heat of his arousal baking through to me. His hands were on my breasts, I realized, cupping the twin mounds through my shirt as he drove his cock against my grinding ass.
"Yes... " he moaned, licking my neck and ears. "Yes... yes... yes!"
I quickly turned my attention back to Roger and Kathy. She was still licking the knob of his cock, bathing it with the lazily licking strokes of her tongue. She was holding the shaft delicately in her fingers, watching carefully what she was doing as she sucked on it.
Roger's hand was under Laura's sweater, and he was squeezing her tits. Suddenly, he began to pull the hem up, and her tiny pink-nippled breasts tumbled out. He pulled the sweater off her, and Laura stood half-naked. Roger bent his mouth down from her lips, and he began to suck her tits, first one and then the other.
Laura stiffened in pleasure. "Oh, lover... yes!" she moaned. Her hand slid automatically down and she wrapped her fingers around the jutting length of Roger's saliva-wet cock. "Oh, yes, lover-yes! Suck them, baby... suck them!"
Kathy, seeing Laura's hand touching Roger's cock, began to suck again upon the dripping shaft. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and drove her face down the length of his hardon, until her pursed lips banged into Laura's fondling fingers. Kathy pressed forward, trying to reclaim the full-length of his cock, but Laura was equally intent in remaining where she was. The two women formed a wordless compromise, and Kathy settled for half of Roger's cock, and Laura settled for the other half. Kathy sucked wetly on her end, and Laura stroked and masturbated her piece of Roger's stiff flesh.
I began to look around, excited now, at the others in the room, to see how they were reacting to the rawness of this strange, exhibitionistic sexual display.
The first thing I saw was Victor and Anita, the black couple. They were still sitting on the bed, although they had slid forward, and both their legs were hanging over the edge .of the mattress. Victor's cock was out-a long black stiff rod that measured at least seven inches-and around it, pulling it up and down, was Anita's coffee-colored hand. She was stroking it slowly up and down, with deep, long strokes that took her hand from the base of his belly to the uncircumcised tip of his shiny black cock.
Anita's dress was pulled up, and she was sitting with her legs opened wide. She had a pair of pale blue panties on, and stuffed down the front, was Victor's hand. Through the sheerness of the pastel-colored material, I could see his black hand, curling around her cunt, driving a finger or two in and out of her lubricated hole.
My vision blurred momentarily when I felt Ben opening my blouse and sliding it from me so that I was, like Laura-naked from the waist up. His fingers circled my naked tits, and he played with them, tickling my nipples while he humped in and out against my ass.
"Oh... crush them!" I moaned, placing my hands on top of Ben's, squeezing into my own flesh. "Crush them until they ache with pleasure."
A groan of raw sexual excitement diverted my attention, and I shifted my gaze toward Jennifer, whose moan it was I heard.
She was standing directly across from me, positioned almost identically to the way Ben and I were standing. Gene was behind her, humping himself against her. Jennifer's short print dress was pulled up, and tucked into the wide purple belt that circled her waist. She was completely naked from the waist down. Her thighs were open wide, and she had the thickest, darkest growth of black pubic hair on her cunt that I had ever seen. It was so stark and intense against the pure whiteness of her milky flesh that it took my breath away. Her legs were long and tapered, and she was straining up against Gene, and groaning loudly.
I couldn't help myself, and I found myself staring at her cunt when I saw something I almost couldn't believe-it was the red tip of Gene's cock. He had pulled it from his pants, and he was rubbing it up and down between her widely spread thighs; humping her from behind so that all I could see of his cock was its moist, swollen glans!
"Oh... God!" I moaned, shuddering. I reached back and caressed Ben's hardon. "Take it out... please! Take it out... put it between my legs!"
Ben was quick to obey. I heard clothing shuffling, and the sound of his zipper opening. Something incredibly hot pressed against my ass, then slid under, humping between my thighs.
"I can't feel it... " I moaned. "Take my-take my pants down... Please!"
"Oh... yes!" Ben cried, and his hands snaked around my waist and began to tug on my belt. "Yes... yes!"
While he was working on freeing me, I reached back and took his cock in my hand. It was long and thick, as I had hoped it would be, and it seemed to be burning down into my palm with the heat of his excitement.
As I stroked him, feeling the coolness of the air licking erotically against my rapidly exposing nakedness, I looked again at Laura and Roger and Kathy. It seemed like ages since I had last seen them, but I knew it could have only been seconds.
Laura's hand was still on Roger's massive cock, and she was jerking him viciously. Kathy was on her hands and knees, bobbing her head back and forth, spreading her saliva all over Roger's cock, the front of his pants, and between the curled fingers of Laura's hand. The only difference I observed was that Laura's short green skirt was completely gone, and she was standing there naked. Roger's mouth was eating at her tits, and his hand was curled under her blonde haired cunt, and I could see his fingers driving straight up into the canal of her cunt. His hand was soaked in her discharge, and I could hear him squishing in and out of her, even half-way across the room.
My jeans dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of them so that I was totally naked. Ben's hand curled around my hip and buried itself against the edge of my cunt. He began to twirl the bud of my clitoris, masturbating me as he drove his cock again between my open thighs. I pressed down against his hard shaft, feeling the moist lips of my cunt opening around his humping hardness. Pleasure shot through me from two ends-from the spasming hole of my cunt, and from the hard nub of my excited clitoris as it was being massaged by Ben's expert fingers.
"Oh... God!" I cried, pressing down against all that pleasure. "It's fantastic!... Christ!"
Something dark and moving stepped into my line of vision, and it took me a few seconds to discern exactly what it was. I stared at it with widening, excited eyes, holding my breath deep in my lungs, and saw that it was Victor Kent, and he was completely and magnificently naked.
Victor was on his hands and knees, and he was crawling up behind Kathy. Her pink flesh bobbled up and down, and her cunt was like an open target between her widely spread thighs. Her mouth was still rooted on the end of Roger's cock.
"He's going to fuck her!" someone screamed.
I looked across to see who it was, and saw that it was Jennifer. The front buttons of her dress were opened, and her lovely shaped firm breasts were hanging out like ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked.
"He's going to fuck her!" she screamed again. "Oh... fuck me... fuck me!... Everyone-fuck me!"
I looked again at Victor, and he was just sinking his long black cock into Kathy's juicy, oozing cunt. I watched it sink in, an inch at a time, until the wet pink lips had consumed the entire length of his driving rod. His flat belly was pressed against her ass, and he was drilling his cock furiously in and out of her cunt.
I looked for Victor's partner, Anita, and found her on the bed. She, too, was naked, and she was on her back with her feet extended straight in the air. In her hand was a dildo, and she was pushing it into her cunt. I watched in amazement as the stiff rubber prick opened the black flaps of her pussy, and there, inside of her, oozing wetly, was the vivid pink ring of her cuntal mouth. I watched the mouth open, and swallow whole, the entire length of the rubber cock. She drove it in and out, pounding it as if it were a weapon, stabbing it in and out of her cunt.
I looked quickly away, fearful that I would miss something. My eyes jumped across the room, and I found myself watching Jennifer and Gene. Their positions hadn't changed except for one significant detail-his cock was no longer between her thighs, it was in her cunt!
Her thighs were spread impossibly wide, and between them, crouched low, knees bent, was Gene, driving his erection straight up into her cunt.
"Fuck me... fuck me!" Jennifer screamed, coming like crazy. "Everyone... everyone... everyone fuck me!... everyone love me!"
I could feel my own orgasm building insanely in the liquefied depths of my cunt. Ben was driving his cock in long deep strokes, pulling back so far as he rubbed in and out of my open thighs, that the head of his cock creased my open cunthole, pounding against it, almost sliding up into it. His fingers worked deeply, between the lips of my cunt, rubbing my clitoris until it felt like a tiny balloon, filling with air until I thought it was going to burst.
Kathy began to come.
, She didn't make a sound, but it was obvious from the way she was gyrating against Victor's avenging cock. She ground her ass back against his ebony belly, her flesh quivering like loose jello. The intensity of her pleasure had forced her mouth down, and she had managed to reswallow the entire length of Roger's cock.
Laura didn't seem to mind; she was coming standing up. She had both her hands wrapped around Roger's neck, and she was standing up high, stretching her body towards the ceiling, standing on the tips of her toes.
Roger had both his hands buried in her cunt, and she was taking four or five of his fingers at a single time. He was driving his hands savagely in and out of her, using his fingers as if they were a cock, and he was fucking her with them.
"FUCK ME... I'M COMING!" SHE SCREAMED. "FUCK ME YOU SONOFA-BITCH-PRICK-FUCK!-FUCKMEEEEE!"
"Let me get down," I moaned, tasting my orgasm as if it were in my mouth. "Please... let me get down on the floor. I can't do it this way."
Ben released his hold on my cunt, and I crumpled to the floor, sweat rolling from my body like water. I began to crawl, blind, mindless, vaguely sure of what I was about to do. I flipped over on my back, and creeped along the floor, using my shoulders to propel me.
"What are you doing?" Ben asked desperately. He was naked from the waist down, stroking his cock with his fist. The tails of his shirt hung down, like an obscene frame around his cock. "Linda... what are you doing?"
"Fuck me," I moaned, still crawling along the floor like an animal. "Please... get down here and fuck me!"
Above me, looming like an angry rain cloud, I could see the black columns of Victor's legs, and then above them, the sweaty knot of muscles that was his ass. It jerked in and out as he screwed the shaft of his cock into Kathy's orgasming cunt. I crawled between his parted thighs, like a sexual snake.
Above me now, I could see his balls as they dangled against Kathy's ass. I caught fleeting flashes of his black cock as it jerked in and out of her oozing, creaming pussy. I could smell the stiff odor of her orgasm in the confined space between our bodies, and the wetness of her copious discharge was dripping from the thick lips of her cunt, and splashing on my face.
"God... I'm coming!" someone screamed somewhere above me. The voice floated down around the knot of bodies that stretched out above me. I recognized the voice: it was Roger's, and he moaned loudly as he spilled the heat of his orgasm deep into Kathy's drinking mouth. "Suck it out!... suck it out... I'm coming!"
I felt Ben moving between my thighs, opening them, lifting them. The sweaty hardness of his hairy legs pressed tight between my thighs, and the tip of his cock was like the burning end of a torch against my delicate flesh. Carefully, he parted the oozing lips of my cunt, and he thrust forward, driving his cock into me.
"Oh God!... fuck me!" I moaned, locking my thighs around his hammering hips, hooking my ankles together near his ass. "Fuck me... I'm going to come!"
My hand was trembling as I reached up between the two sexually sealed bodies. I forced my fingers between Victor's belly and Kathy's squishing cunt. I felt the driving hardness of Victor's cock, and I grabbed it tightly. I pulled it from her cunt, and swallowed it into my mouth.
"I'm coming again!" another voice cried. It was Jennifer. "Oh lick my cunt, Anita... lick it, lick it, lick it!... I'm coming again... Anita!... Gene!... fuck!... lick! .. Aaahhhhrrr!"
Ben jerked savagely in and out of my cunt, driving his cock with an intent that could not be mistaken. His orgasm was almost upon him, and he was fucking my cunt as hard as he knew how in his attempt to bring it to fruition.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, sinking my lips down to the end of Victor's black cock. My tongue flattened around the underside as I sucked him furiously back into my throat. His balls smacked into my chin, and I could taste the sweetness of Kathy's orgasm all over the length of Victor's cock. I licked it clean of her pussy until all that was left was the salty hardness of Victor's thrusting excitement.
Ben's hands were on my ass, and he was holding my body up. His fingers were digging into my flesh as he impaled his thick cock as deeply and as rapidly in and out of my cunt as he could. His cock moved like a piston, and his body was like an insane fucking-machine.
Victor spread his legs, squatting down lower on my body so that his strokes into my mouth were deep. He was moving rapidly now, his thighs quivering, his cock readying itself to explode.
Ben began to come. The sperm shot from the tip of his pile-driving cock with all the force and pressure of a firehose. I felt the sperm chugging down the trembling length of his cockshaft, then explode hotly out, into my body. His cock bubbled, and his sperm felt like scalding oil. My cunt leaped and jumped away from its burning touch, climbing insanely into the beginning throbs of my orgasm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he cried, straining hard against me, pulling my cunt hard against his cock with his straining hands. "I'm... coming!"
Victor's voice began to yell and scream, chanting something I couldn't understand. His shouts were loud and shrill, and in that brief instant before he began to come, I realized he was talking to me .. -. in African!
The top of his cock popped off, like the safety-valve on a steam pipe about to burst. His come throbbed out into my mouth, in long halting surges of driving energy, spilling the milky seed of his loins all over the back of my throat. I drew my cheeks in, pressing them around the pumping shaft of his cock, and I sealed my lips tightly around the base of his belly. Sperm flooded my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth, and filling out the pockets of my cheeks until I thought my face was going to rupture. Sperm just rolled down my throat, like water cascading over the edge of a precipice. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed...
And then I started to come.
It was unlike anything I've ever felt in my life. It was as though the Universe were flickering on and off, and all the energy in the world was pouring into my body from both ends of my orgasm. I felt my body lifting and soaring, folding into itself, and then turning inside-out. My flesh began to melt, and my brain oozed from my ears like pus. The orgasm was like a billion screams, reverberating from one end of my soul to the other.
I could hear the cries and groans of Roger and Laura and Kathy and Victor and Ben and Jennifer and Gene and Anita and then one other-myself! All of us screaming, crying, spewing out our orgasms until the sounds of our pleasure melted into one living, breathing reality!
We were communicating! I thought, my body crumbling into a billion particles of my orgasm. It was like a religious experience... a spiritual communion!
All of us... all of us... all of us!... coming at once!
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the course of my using the telephone as a means of involving people sexually with me, I gradually discovered that a great many people are really hung up about sex. Even the anonymity of the telephone, and the ultimate freedom of choice to hang up, failed to provide them with the easy, open, honest kind of healthy sexual relationship that I was attempting to establish. They were inhibited, guilty, remorseful, perverse, and some even paranoid. And those few men or women that I did manage to convince, participated for all the wrong reasons.
For this reason, I decided to see what I could do to break down that thick wall of social hypocrisy that has eternally separated sexual experience from all the rest of human awareness. I decided to form a Sexual Encounter Group whereby men and women with sexual problems could have a means of working out their own personal difficulties. They could come to my home in a group, and they could sit around naked and talk or act-out whatever it was that prevented them from having a fulfilling sexual life. With my help and insight, and in the atmosphere of complete permissiveness and honesty in which the Group would be conducted, I was sure that I could really help these troubled people.
I began to place ads in some of the underground newspapers, and in the Personal Column of Raunch!, hoping that my humanitarian efforts would not be in vain.
The response I received was beyond my wildest expectations: literally hundreds of men and women answered my ads, or inquired about the Group, wanting to know how they could join. The need for this kind of sexual therapy was always there, I suddenly realized, all that was lacking was the initiative-someone to actually do something to help all these men and women.
I began inviting balanced groups of men and women over to my house, and we began the sessions. We would all sit naked, taking turns in discussing our difficulties. Then, when everyone was orientated, the Group effort would come into play, and we would really get down to helping each other.
The results were gratifying, and sometimes even miraculous. Time and time again, for example, a woman would come to the Group and admit that the idea of having a man come in her mouth was nauseating, or a man would come and confess that eating out a woman's pussy turned him off-and then to watch that same man, licking every cunt in the Group to orgasm, or to see that same woman sucking on every cock available until they all came in her mouth, was a degree of success that even the most optimistic member might find hard to believe. Men would come to the Group with the traditional male hangup about being labeled a homosexual if they even thought about having a sexual relation ship with another man, and then I'd watch how, after a few sessions, that same man would leave the Group, free of guilt, and could openly make love to another man without suffering any of the pain or anguish that society would normally have forced him to endure.
" Complete and free human sexuality-with any partner and with any circumstance-that was our goal. A goal, I might add, that was realized more times than it was missed.
It was through the Group that I met Laszlo Bathory, the avant-garde film director.
Laszlo got in touch with me through one of the ads I had placed about the Group in an East Village newspaper. I couldn't quite believe that I was actually speaking to him when he got on the phone and introduced himself. Actually, no introduction was necessary: I knew Laszlo's films, and had been an ardent fan of his, going all the way back to the beginning, when he was still working in Hungary, back when he was still considered something of a crack-pot. Surprisingly enough, Laszlo had heard of me-through my novels and articles, and through some mutual friends. Laszlo, it seems, was also into sex, as I was, but, of course, on a different level.
He asked about my Group, and frankly wanted to know how successful it was in dealing with sexual problems. I told him, and he considered my answer for a long while. I asked him then why he was interested, and he explained that he wanted to film a Group session.
The idea interested me, and I brought it back to the Group. They flipped over it, and the following week, Laszlo Bathory and a host of assistants were in my house, filming a session of my Sexual Encounter Group.
That's how I got invited to Laszlo's party.
Laszlo's parties are famous, or infamous, in the underground sub-cultures. He's been throwing them long before they became the fashion. Wild, frenzied orgies of marijuana and acid, and filled with the strangest, most hip and bizarre men and women in New York City. Some of his parties have been known to go on for days, and you could find everyone there from Hollywood stars to Bowery bums. It was quite an honor to be invited to a Laszlo Bathory party, and I accepted immediately.
My knees were actually shaking when I arrived at his fashionable West Village loft. He had instructed me specifically to arrive early, although he didn't say why. I knocked tentatively on the metal door that was painted to look like an eyeball, and sucked in my breath in surprised when it actually opened. A tall, gaunt-looking woman with black circles painted around her eyes, and frizzy blonde hair that stood straight out at the ends like The Bride of Frankenstein answered the door.
She stared at me with unblinking eyes. "What sign are you?" She asked.
Not expecting that as an opening, I had to think. "Ah... Capricorn."
Distaste flashed on her cadaverous face. "Oh." She began to close the door.
"Wait!" I said, stopping her. "I have an invitation."
She stopped and glared at me. Her lips were painted purple, and with her black-painted eyes, if she was trying to look like a vampire, she was succeeding gloriously.
She said: "Laszlo isn't speaking to Capricorns this year so you might as well go home."
"He'll speak to me. Tell him that Linda Robbins is here."
She moved her mouth up and down, then turned away without another word. I waited for what seemed a long time, pushing at the half-closed door with my foot so that I could peek into the room beyond. It was decorated wildly, with posters and mobiles and bits of clothing, and all kinds of insane odds and ends. Splotches of walls and floor and ceiling were covered with day-glo paints of all colors, and there were multi-colored lights and flickering strobes flashing all over the room.
Footsteps approached finally, and the door opened. It was Laszlo.
"Linda, how good of you to come," he said in a cultured voice that barely betrayed his Hungarian ancestry. "You must forgive Bianca for being so rude. This is Capricorn's year, and she's insanely jealous. She's a Scorpio, you know."
I didn't, but I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I nodded and smiled, and Laszlo led me into the large, high-ceilinged square room, keeping up a continual stream of inane chatter until we had walked the complete length of the room, and entered a small, office-type second room. Laszlo closed the door behind us.
There was a desk and a chair in the room, over in one corner, but we passed it, and he led me to an over-stuffed sofa with an Army blanket thrown over it. The walls of the room were painted a dull green color, and were covered with still photos of Laszlo, and scenes from his movies, and awards that he had received. To the right of the chair and desk there was an olive green file cabinet with the top drawer opened, and on top of the cabinet was the gold-statued Oscar that Laszlo had won a few years back for an experimental short he had done the first year he had come to America.
"Would you care for a drink, darling?" he asked. "Or, if you prefer, I have some fantastic homemade Hungarian wine. Like nothing you've ever tasted in your life. You must have just a sip."
"All right," I said, feeling slightly awed by the casual manner in which we were talking. "Thank you."
Laszlo got up from the sofa and walked over to the file cabinet, closed the top drawer, and pulled open the second. He reached into it and brought out a clear quart bottle, about half empty, filled with a goldish-amber colored liquid. He brought with him two paper cups.
He handed me both cups and pulled the cork from the bottle. "You'll love this, darling. It is magnificent. One of my few remaining vices."
I handed him back his glass once he had placed the bottle on the floor, and we toasted to each other's health. I put the glass to my lips and swallowed a mouthful. I was more than pleasantly surprised. The wine was delicious, tasting something like Liebfraunmilch, but milder, smoother, and much more mellow.
My surprise must have registered on my face. "Ah-hah!" he said, smiling at me. "You see that I wasn't exaggerating. I never make jokes about my vices, darling. I take sensual pleasure quite seriously."
That sounded as much like an opening as anything I had heard so far, and I jumped at it.
"Speaking of... sensual pleasures," I began, "just why have you asked me here today, Laszlo? Why did I have to come early?"
He picked up the bottle of wine, holding it up towards the light, and seemed to be studying it. He said: "You are like me darling, no? You take pleasure seriously, do you not?"
"Yes, I do. Very seriously."
"And your Group... " he began gesturing vaguely with his hand, "... it is serious, too? Not just a means with which to, perhaps, make money."
My anger flared, and I stood up. "I didn't come here to be insulted-"
"Sit, darling, sit," he said, placating me. He tugged at my fingers with his hand. "Sit, please. Do not get insulted. I simply wanted to know the truth."
"And what is the truth?" I asked, standing where I was.
"Obviously, you are sincere. Your reaction was eloquent. I know acting, and that, my darling, was not acting. Your indignation was positively... evangelical."
I felt my cheeks color slightly, and I sat down again, not quite sure whether I had been insulted or complimented. "I'm sorry," I said, humbly. "I take what I'm doing quite seriously." A mental image of Lew flashed in my mind. "I've made a great deal of sacrifices for what I believe in."
"I'm sure you have, darling. I was almost positive that day when I filmed your specialized encounter group, but I was not positive until just this moment."
"Does all of this have anything to do with why I'm here so early?"
"Indeed it does, darling." He held up the bottle of wine. "Would you care for another sip?"
I said yes, and he poured it out.
Laszlo sipped from his paper cup. "Lake you, darling, I am a sensualist. I live my life through my senses. I love good food, good wines, and I love... making love. I am not like these other... hedonists who use love making as an escape or as a means of flaunting authority. For me, darling, sexual pleasure is the supreme human experience."
I studied him carefully, withholding my ultimate judgement. He was a tall, painfully thin man, in his late forties, with long sandy-colored hair that stretched down to his shoulders, with a monk-like circular patch of baldness right at the crown of his head. His eyes were like deep blue water, rushing and bubbling with awareness, and his shallow cheeks were scarred and rutted with pockmarks.
"Of course, I agree with you," I said, finally, "but I still don't see what this has to do with me."
"You have, perhaps, heard of my... parties, no? What I try to do in them is much like what you have tried to do in your Group sessions. I bring human beings together and allow them to inter-react... sexually. I allow them freedom to experiment, to touch and try new kinds of pleasure without the stigma of guilt. The drugs, the marijuana, the alcohol are their excuse for behavior that they would otherwise socially abhor."
Laszlo had both hands on his knees, and seemed to detect an imaginary speck of lint. He picked it fastidiously from his trousers.
"Come with me a moment," he said, rising. "I want to show you something, darling."
We walked across the room to a closed door on the left side of the room, as you walk in. Laszlo reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, inserting one of them into the door lock. He opened the door and threw on a light switch in the room beyond.
"Be careful of the steps," he said.
I entered the doorway in the dimly lit room, walking up three steps onto a wooden platform. To my right was a wall with electronic equipment against it, and just above the equipment were two windows that looked out at the large square room I had first entered. The room in which the party would soon take place. There were two comfortable-looking leather chairs facing the wall, and I noticed that they were bolted to the floor, and tilted back in a slight incline.
"This is my private studio, darling," Laszlo explained. "I never attend my parties... in person. I attend, rather, from this room. I sit on one of my... director's chairs, if you will, and I watch through the mirrors and on the television monitors. This room is completely soundproof, and is equipped with stereophonic sound. With the flip of a switch, I can hear any conversation on the floor that I wish, as clearly as if the people speaking were in this room with me."
"Television, monitors?" I asked, not quite comprehending the significance of this secret room.
"Yes, my darling. Out there, there are ten miniature television cameras, all carefully concealed. Like the sound, a switch of a button will show me every square inch of that room and what is happening out there."
To prove it, Laszlo moved over to the panel of electronic equipment, and flipped a switch. Immediately two television screens illuminated, one on either side of the panel, directly in front of the two leather chairs.
"The control switches are on the arms of the chairs," he said, showing me. He turned a dial, and it made a clicking sound. With each click, the image on the screen directly in front of the chair altered, depicting various parts of the room beyond. "The other chair works the same."
"This is all very fascinating," I said, "but I don't quite see-"
"Don't you, my darling? How disappointing. I thought by this time you would have guessed." He walked over to the panel of equipment and shut it down. He turned back and faced me. "I am a voyeur, my darling."
The shock hit me all at once. "A voyeur... " He smiled. "Yes... I only can experience sexual excitement... through my eyes. I am a watcher. I watch people making love... I never join them."
"I see... " I said, understanding finally. "The televisions, the sound, and these windows are-"
"Really two-way mirrors, exactly. We, my darling, can look out, but they cannot look in. All they can see will be themselves, reflected back to them in two, very large mirrors. Quite effective, is it not?"
It was fascinating, and I told him so. "Do you keep a record of your parties?" I asked. "I mean a film record."
He laughed softly. "But of course. What kind of a voyeur would I be if I didn't. I have a total record of everything that goes on at all times, and not just what the particular camera you have on the screen is picking up the moment you are watching. All of the cameras, darling, are hooked into videotape machines that capture every last second of my... parties, for posterity. A record that will last until the end of time itself."
I was flabbergasted. The scope and the expense that he had gone to, was beyond almost imagination, and I told him so. He laughed again, softly. . "I told you that I took my pleasures seriously."
"It's fascinating, Laszlo. Truly fascinating," I said, wandering about the room, touching the chairs, the equipment, the switches and dials, almost like a child in a toy factory, making sure that the wonders he saw around him were actually there. "But I still don't see how this effects me. Effects me directly, I mean."
"Darling," Laszlo said, touching the red leather chair. "You are my guest. Tonight you will attend my party from this room, from this very chair. Tonight, darling, you will be a voyeur."
CHAPTER NINE
Several hours later, the party was in full-swing. But, party was hardly the word for it: orgy was an infinitely more appropriate term. Out in front of us in a vast, sweaty panorama were several hundred men and women, most of them stark naked by now, all of them completely stoned on acid or marijuana or alcohol. Their behavior was totally uninhibited, and I began to wonder if I wasn't seeing true human nature for the first time in my life.
There were no social pressures out there, no false pretenses, no freedom-choking hypocrisies to inhibit them. Tonight they were free, and their collective libidos were going berserk.
Since we had entered the room, Laszlo had hardly spoken to me. He sat intently in his red leather chair, completely naked, watching out over the writhing throng of sexually joined people like some kind of all-powerful God. He flipped the switches on the arm of his chair with a seriousness that underlined the words he had uttered to me earlier- he did not play games where pleasure was involved.
At first, when he had removed his clothing, I found myself staring furtively at him more than at the screens or the two-way mirror. His body was skeletally thin, with ribs that made his chest undulate starkly. His belly was flat, and his thighs almost as slender as mine. In the beginning, his prick wasn't erect, but it hung magnificently down between his scrawny thighs with unmistakable silent potency. Flaccid, his cock must have measured seven inches, and I thought it such a waste that a man so sensitive and so well endowed could not share those attributes with the world.
Laszlo suggested to me that I, too, undress, and watch the passing panorama naked. Not wanting to seem prudish, I followed his suggestion,, and removed all my clothing. Together we climbed into our chairs, readying for the long night that stretched ahead of us.
I watched Laszlo in utter fascination; watching how his eyes widened, or his breath sucked in at some particular scene he found exciting. His cock sprung almost immediately to a rigid attention, standing away from his hollow belly like the trunk of a tree, stretching a full nine inches erect, and remaining in that flexed state for the balance of the night. Seeing Laszlo's mighty weapon, my cunt quivered involuntarily, and my mouth began to water. I would have done anything to take him into my cunt, or to wrap my lips around the slender paleness of his tapering shaft, but I knew it was impossible. Laszlo Bathory had made his adjustment to the world. Tonight, I would make mine.
I turned my attention to the screen.
I saw every possible kind of sexual coupling. I watched men and women, women and women, men and men. I watched one man, with a cock like an extra limb, take on four and five women at a time, everyone of them trying to be the one to bring down his powerful erection. He dipped his cock into cunts, into mouths, into asses. I watched as three women swarmed upon him, with one placing her cunt over his face, and the other two grabbing onto his pole-like cock with their hands, licking their tongue around his thick shaft, taking turns in attempting to swallow him. Finally, in the end, it was a homosexual who brought him off. A slender, boy-like man with a sliver of a cock, wrapped his mouth around the incredible hardon, swallowed him to the base of his hairy belly, and sucked on his cock until the man was gushing out his sperm into the other's mouth. And then, when he was finished taking the full hot load of sperm in his mouth, with his sunken cheeks puffed out with sperm, the small man kissed the man with the gigantic cock, right on his mouth. The man opened his mouth, and with a suction I could clearly hear over my loud speaker, sucked back his own sperm into his mouth, and swallowed it until all that was left was a thin runny dribble that trickled down his chin.
I watched a woman take on seven men at a single time. I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. She was laying on a table, stark naked, and the six men began to work on her. One climbed under her, forcing her to lay on top of his body. He had a short, thin cock, and it stuck up between her legs. She lifted her hips, and with the aid of one or two of the other men, they managed to insert his cock into her ass. Then a second man climbed on top of the table, sinking his cock into her cunt. They fucked her in and out, with only the barest wall of membranes separating their two cocks.
I turned up the sound to listen: "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" she cried. "Fill me up... please!... Fill me up!"
One of the men was grunting. "Jesus... Jesus!"
The man on top cried out excitedly: "I can feel ya, Lenny!... I can feel your cock... goin' in and out!"
A third man climbed upon the table, and I could almost hear the wood groaning under their combined weights. He wiggled up the naked length of her body, first crushing her pointy tits under the muscles of his ass, and then, as he moved even further up, they reappeared, popping out from under the press of his body like twin air bubbles rushing to the surface of a lake. The man on her chest was heavy and hairy, and he had the thickest cock I've ever seen in my life. It was at least as thick as my wrist.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he groaned, rubbing his erection up and down against her face. "Suck it before I come all over your lips!"
The woman squealed in ecstasy, lifting her head forward, and opening her lips. "Yes... yes! I want to suck it!... I want to!... Fill my whole body up with cocks... every hole... every-" The man shoved the blunted weapon of his cock in, plugging up her joy. She strained to stretch her mouth around it, and the man had to hold her head up with both his hands while he rocked his hips in and out of her mouth.
Two more men quickly moved in, each one taking a breast to suck and nibble on. The woman's body was coated in sweat, and her muscles were jerking around spasmodically as if she were caught in the throes of some insatiable sexual epilepsy.
The three men jerked excitedly in and out of her three holes: her cunt, her mouth, her ass, while the last two licked and sucked her tits until saliva poured down her body in heavy colorless torrents.
Amid the grunts and cries of pleasure, the last two men joined the five others. They forced their cocks into the woman's opening and closing hands, wrapping her quivering fingers around their erect shafts. Then they placed their own hands on top of hers, and they began to jerk themselves off, using her body.
The man in her ass began to come first. "Godgodgod!... I'm coming!"
The man in her cunt groaned. "I can feel it... Lenny, I can feel your cock jerkin'... the sperm coming out!... Fuck... fuck!"
Then the man in her mouth began to come, and he drove his hips viciously into her mouth. "Take it, bitch!... Take it!... Suck it out... drink it down!"
Then, in the middle of his orgasm, he pulled his cock cruelly from her lips, and sprayed his thick white sperm all over her face. Her mouth worked spastically, her tongue licking furiously as she tried to capture every single drop that was splashing on her face.
The man she was jerking off on her right began to come, shooting his sperm over her, and allowing it to splash on her breast and side, splattering against the man who was sucking her tit.
Feeling the sperm on his flesh, he grabbed his own cock, and still sucking her nipple, began to pull himself to orgasm. The man on the other side, sucking her left tit, followed suit, and began to come almost immediately.
When the man in her cunt began to come, I switched off to something else.
There was no way to tell how many times she came. Probably a hundred times, and perhaps not at all.
Groaning next to me interrupted my attention to the screen. I looked over at Laszlo.
He was writhing and moaning in his seat, gripping the arms of his chair with fingernails that dug into the leather. His cock was stiff and quivering, flapping up and down from the straining of his body. He didn't even touch himself, but was allowing his eyes to bring him to orgasm.
Suddenly, he groaned out loud. "Oh... see it come!... See it come, Linda See it!"
And then his cock began to spout. I saw it throb, as if an invisible hand was jerking it up and down, and then the slit opened, and creamy white come began to bubble out. The sperm shot straight up in the air, in a wobbling string of spinning blobs, and splashed silently against his straining thighs, and dribbled down the shaft of his cock in rolling drops.
The sight of him coming excited me almost as much as anything I had seen on the television monitor. I was so close to it, and yet so unbelievably far.
My cunt began to twitch as I realized I could smell his sperm in the air. I licked my lips, watching the white stuff dripping down his cock, staining the wrinkled flesh of his balls. There was a deep, burning wetness pushing open the lips of my cunt, and I could feel my vaginal juices running down the insides of my thighs until I was sitting in a puddle of my own excitement.
"Linda," he croaked, his voice hoarse with the drain of his orgasm. "Did you see me come, darling?... Did you? Did you watch it?"
My lips cracked as I opened them to speak, and I had to wet them with my tongue. "Yes," I mumbled, "I saw it. I watched, Laszlo."
I tore my eyes away from him, my brain swirling like a tornado. My breath was harsh and burning in my lungs, and my flesh had that same aching sensitivity that comes with fever. My breasts were tender, and my nipples throbbed with the need of hands to caress them.
I fought with myself not to touch them, digging my fingernails into the arms of the chair. If Laszlo could come from just watching sex, then I would try the same thing. And it was strange, for I felt a sort of perverse, masochistic excitement in purposely avoiding contact with my sexually-primed body. Somehow it made my excitement higher, more intense; the blood was pounding in my ears.
I forced myself to look at the screen again, and I locked onto the first person I saw.
She was a young woman, blonde short hair with a thin big breasted body. She was being fucked by a huge black man who was coming.
I turned up the sound loud.
"Come all over me, lover!" she cried. "Oh... mother! I can feel it... I can feel your big, juicy cock coming in my pussy... cream me, baby... cream me!"
The black man humped twice more into her, then fell exhausted on top of her. She pushed him off, and he rolled over on his side. His sperm was dripping from her cunt.
"More!" she moaned. "I need... more!"
She staggered to her feet, and I noticed that her thighs and ass were completely covered in sperm; certainly much more sperm than could have come from that one man. It was clotted in her nest of blonde pubic hair, like drying bubbles of glue. She reeled forward, cupping her hand against her cunt, as if trying to hold the sperm in.
"Fuck me!" she commanded, stopping the first man she came across. "Fuck me... I want your sperm!"
He was a short man with a paunchy belly and black horned-rimmed glasses. He had an averaged-size cock, and he was jerking himself off.
"No... " he mumbled. "I don't do that sort of-" Before he could finish, she dropped to her knees, and sucked his cock into her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the length of his cock, moving very rapidly.
Her mouth must have been fantastic, or he must have been close to coming. He stepped back, pushing her away, pulling his cock from her mouth.
"Nor he cried. "Don't-" But it was too late, and he began to come, gushing his sperm all over her open mouth and down her chin. She blinked once or twice, as though she were in shock or drowning, and then she grabbed after his spouting organ.
"Give it to me!" she cried, sperm dripping from her bottom lip. "Give me your come... J need it!"
The man pulled back, but she got her hand on his cock. He shot the rest of his load into her hand. "Oh... God!" she cried, rubbing the dripping spermy hand all across her breasts and down her belly. "God... come!... come!"
I switched the dial at random, my hands trembling, my lips thirsting for the creamy richness of hot come. My body felt as if it were on fire, and I could feel myself losing the battle to keep my hands from consummating the pleasure that was running wild in my blood.
I stared blindly at the screen, searching for something that would squeeze out the orgasm that was rattling around inside of me.
There was a man on the screen, an old man, perhaps in his late fifties. His body must have been tall and erect once, but now it was bent and stooped. His flesh hung loose on his tottering frame, as though the muscles inside had rotted away from disuse. His cock was semi-erect, probably as hard as it ever would get, and he was jerking it furiously as he stared down at a naked blonde woman who was getting fucked by a young boy.
"It's wonderful, Charles!" the blonde said, staring up at the old man who was jerking off. Her legs were off the ground, rigid in the air, and each time the boy on top of her drove his cock into her cunt, her legs would jerk up and down, and her feet would kick. "It's... wonderful! So hard... so huge... Charles... I'm going to come?' The old man's hand was a blur now, and his cock flapped up and down like a piece of dead flesh. "Hurry Jackie... I can't hold much more... "
"He's so big, Charles," the young blonde cried. She clawed the young boy's back. "Ohgod!... He's coming in me, Charles!... I can feel his cock- coming!"
The boy on top of her began to grunt, and I could see beads of perspiration running down the old man's face. His fingers pulled desperately at his cock.
"Charles-I'm coming!" the woman moaned. "It's wonderful, Charles... I'm comingggg!... I love you Charles! I love you... I-I-Charles!"
"Jackie... Jackie!" the old man cried, and he began to come all over his blonde wife and her spent, youthful lover. "Jackie... " My hand was On my sweaty, naked thigh, and I was struggling to keep my fingers from crawling further up and burying themselves in my dripping, furry crotch. My clitoris was throbbing violently, until the pounding tempo echoed like a scream throughout the tortured length and width of my agonized flesh.
I looked to the screen again, desperately searching for something to distract my hand.
I saw a daisy-chain of naked men and women, laid out across the floor. First a man, and then a woman, then another man, and then another woman. On, and on, and on, they went, man after woman, man after woman, until the last woman had turned back upon herself, and had linked up with the first man. Cock in mouth, and cunt in mouth, all down the long line of naked pink bodies. Tongues lapped and parted hairy cuntal flaps, licking up crotch juice until it spread like saliva; lips circled thick throbbing cocks, rocking up and down, in and out, until the cockheads were banging viciously against their tonsils.
And then the first man began to come-writhing and pressing, spilling his sperm into the sucking mouth of the second woman. Then she began to come, and she tightened her legs around the face of the third man. He could taste her orgasm on the tip of his tapping tongue, and he knew it was time for him to let go, and he released his hot flood of come into the mouth of the woman connected to him.
And so on it went, down the whole line of naked bodies, on and on, until the last woman was coming in the mouth of the first man, and the sexual circuit was closed.
My hand was on my thigh now, stroking the inner softness of my flesh. Sweat rolled down my face and burned as it oozed into my eyes, nearly blinding me. My cunt was like a magnet, drawing upon my hand, sucking out of my fingers until they quivered with the strain, wriggling helplessly up and up and up- Someone stepped into my blurred line of vision.
He said: "Do you need any help?"
I blinked several times, not fully comprehending. There seemed to be a tall, muscular, dark-haired naked man standing in front of me. I wasn't seeing him on the television screen, nor through the two-way mirror. He was real.
I looked across at Laszlo. He was smiling at me, and I saw that there was a woman in front of him. She was on her knees, between his thighs, and she was sucking his cock.
"It is all right, my darling," he said, driving the slender cock into the open mouth of the girl. I recognized her from her frizzy blonde hair, purple lips, and the black circles around her eyes. "Actually, darling, you have lasted much longer than anyone else ever has... You did admirably, darling."
I shook my head. "But... "
"Not everyone can be a voyeur, my darling Linda," he said. He indicated Bianca between his thighs. "Not even Laszlo Bathory can all the time. Use Fritz... you deserve to come."
I looked again at the tall, dark-haired man called Fritz. He was standing in front of me. His body was greased with oils, and his thick muscles bulged. His cock was long and wide and wonderfully erect.
He said: "Do you need any help?"
I stretched my arms out towards him. I cried, in a voice that strained through my passion: "Yes... yes!"
Obediently, he dropped to his knees in front of me, and sealed his lips against my cunt. I slid forward on the chair, driving my cunt hard against his mouth.
"Oh... God!" I moaned, my fingers clawing at my own breasts, pinching the nipples until swells of warmth radiated out from my chest. "Lick it... Lick it, Fritz!... Lick my cunt!"
I humped my box against his mouth, and I felt his stiff tongue sliding deep into my cunt. He pushed himself all the way in, until I felt his teeth pressed like a ring against the fleshy softness of my fluttering lips. His tongue snaked from side to side, lashing the mucousy-wetness of my vaginal tunnel, mixing his cool saliva into the oozing puddle of my sex juices.
I pried my right hand from my tits, and I reached for the arm switch on my chair. My fingers fumbled with the buttons as I ground myself towards my orgasm. Finally, I switched it, and the image on the television monitor changed.
I turned the volume up to full-strength. On the screen was someone I had observed earlier: the young woman with the short blonde hair and the big breasts. The one with the insatiable appetite for sperm.
Her body was completely coated with sperm. It was on her belly, between her breasts, in her hair, on her face, all over her arms and legs, and dripping like tears from the open hole of her cunt.
She was on her back now, on the floor, and a young man was just climbing off of her. His cock was limp, and she was laying in a puddle of come that stained the floor.
"Fuck me... " she cried, rolling her head from side to side. "Please... somebody... anybody... fuck me!"
As soon as the young man was out of his way, another man took his place. The man was middle-aged, and had a thick stiff cock. He got down on his knees, opened her oozing come-filled cunt, and slid his cock into her.
"Oh... yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me ... I'm gonna come!"
My own orgasm was running down my spine, like hot water dripping from an open tap. I could feel it building, drop by drop, filling the bowl of my cunt until it was overflowing and ready to spill out.
I looked over at him, and saw that Bianca had swallowed the whole length of his cock. Her eyes were closed, and her gaunt face was drawn in as she sucked out his sperm. Her throat bobbled as she swallowed.
Fritz moved his tongue, pulling it from the hole of my cunt, and placing it against my clitoris. He began to lick me, taking long deep strokes that slid up the moist valley between the lips, and ending as he rubbed the wet tip of his tongue against the button of my clitoris.
"I'm coming!" the girl on the screen screamed. "God... God!... Finally... Finally!... I'm coming!"
As I watched her come, and as I listened to Laszlo's moaning, my own orgasm exploded.
Like a pent-up river, everything just gushed out of me and poured directly into Fritz's mouth. All of my tension, all of my excitement, all of my pleasure; the juices, the discharges, the saliva, and my orgasm-all into Fritz's open mouth. All of it just gushed out, like a punctured water balloon. I let my body loose, and I flowed with the strong sexual tide.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, for if I didn't, I knew my body would shake to pieces from everything trying to get out of me. I dug my fingers into the arms of the chair, and I raised my body from the seat. I drove my oozing, creaming cunt into Fritz's open mouth as I locked my thighs around his neck.
On the screen, the blonde was saying it all: "Finally... finally!... finally!"
CHAPTER TEN
I was in bed with Curt, my tall blond lover for the night, giving him a blow-job, when the telephone rang.
I ran my wet mouth up and down the pink hardness of his erection, sucking up my breath, and licking my tongue all over the head of his shaft. Curt had blond hair on his crotch, and against his deeply tanned flesh, the hair was almost white. I held his cock with both hands, rolling my head from side to side, making sure that I didn't miss a single inch of his delicious flesh.
The telephone rang again.
Curt drew up his legs, and placed his hands on my head, holding me in place against his cock. He moaned. "Let it ring, baby... Don't stop what you're doing."
I closed my eyes and pushed down, flattening my tongue under the hard bulge of his cockshaft. I slid him as far back in my throat as I could, taking almost three-quarters of his stiff length. I drew my cheeks in, and tightened my lips around his thick width.
The telephone rang a third time. I disengaged. "I'd better see who it is," I said, climbing off the mattress. "It might be important."
Curt held his cock with both hands, as if he were in pain. "But, baby-baby!"
I smiled at him. "Don't worry, lover. I won't be long. Before you know it, you'll be creaming in my lovely mouth."
The telephone was just completing its fourth ring when I reached it. I put the receiver up to my ear and spoke into the mouthpiece. "Hello?"
No one answered.
"Hello?" I said again. "Who is it?"
Finally, someone answered. "Hi Lin... It's me."
"Lew!" I said, truly surprised. "Lew... darling, how are you?"
He paused. "Oh, all right, I guess. How are you, Linda?"
Curt wandered into the living room, stroking his cock and looking impatient. "Be with you in a minute, lover," I whispered to him, and then, to Lew said: "Fine, darling. Wonderful... Just fantastic. Where have you been staying?"
His voice sounded tired, lethargic. "In the city. I have a room at Westwood. It's pretty good... I have room-service and everything."
Curt looked at me and shook his cock up and down. "Baby... please!"
I put my hand over the mouthpiece. "Look, lover, I'm going to be a while. Why don't you go back into the bedroom and jerk-off or something? I'll be with you as soon as I can, all right? Thanks, lover."
Curt scowled, then turned back into the bedroom.
I took my hand away from the mouthpiece "Sorry, Lew."
Lew sounded apologetic. "Jeez... am I disturbing you?" he asked, sounding embarrassed. "I didn't stop to think... I-I... I'm sorry... "
I smothered over his anxiety. "Don't be silly, Lew. You're not bothering me."
"But you're with someone... aren't you?"
I thought about lying for a moment, but decided against it. There were too many lies between Lew and I already. Eleven years of lies. It was long past the time for truth.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, Lew," I said, "I am with someone." I laughed thinly. "In fact, you actually caught us in the ad:-"
"Let me hang up. I shouldn't have called."
"Lew!... don't hang up," I said, "I want to talk to you. Really, I do. I can get laid anytime, Lew, but right now I want to talk to you."
He didn't sound convinced. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive, Lew. I want to talk to you."
I could almost hear him shrug. "Okay, I guess."
I smiled. "So, what are you doing with yourself, Lew? How is life going for you?"
"It's good... good."
"How's your job? How are things going for you there?"
Lew answered quickly, effusively. "Great, just great!" he responded in a shrill, animated voice. "Everything is... just perfect."
I studied his answer. "Is something the matter, Lew?"
"No, don't be silly." He laughed several times. "Nothing's bothering me. I'm just tired, I guess. You know how I get when I'm over-tired. Too much work."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
"Of course, don't be silly." He laughed again.
"Say! How have you been doing? You know-with your new... feelings about sex and everything?"
Again I was tempted to lie. Lew seemed to be hanging by a thread. "Are you sure you want to know?"
He laughed. "Of course, silly. I've resigned myself to that, at least. Let me hear all the gory details."
I told him about Curt first, then working backwards, I briefly brought him up to date, mentioning Laszlo's party, and the orgy I attended with Roger and Gene. I told him about my books, and how well they were going, and he asked me to send him some copies, in care of the Westwood Hotel, where he was staying.
"You seem to be really enjoying yourself, Linda," he said, in a voice that was as hollow as a rattle. "Sexually, I mean."
"That's what it's all about, Lew," I said. "Enjoying yourself sexually."
"Yes, I guess it is." The idea seemed to depress him.
"How's it been for you?" I asked. "Your sex life?"
He stumbled around with his answer. "Okay, I guess. You know how it is."
"Anyone I know?"
He was silent for a moment, as if he were thinking. "No, no, no one you know," he said, making his decision. "Actually, she was a prostitute. A black girl. She called herself Laverne. I invited her up to my room at the hotel. It cost me twenty-five dollars." He paused, reflecting sadly. "I didn't even come."
I suddenly felt sorry for him, and I wanted to reach out and caress him. I stretched my hand out, but there was no one there. Only the telephone receiver.
I said: "Lew... "
"I got laid-off, Linda," he suddenly blurted. "From my job."
"What?"
He moaned softly. "God, I didn't mean to tell you that... "
"Don't be silly, Lew. What happened?"
He sighed, resigning himself to tell me. "Well, I didn't really get laid-off. I was asked to take a week off. A week's vacation is what they said."
"I don't understand, Lew. Why?"
"I've been fucking-up," he said quietly. "Just fucking-up so bad. Fucking-up deals, losing things, forgetting details. Just making a mess of my whole job."
"Why, though? What's happening to you?"
He exhaled tightly. "I don't know... I just can't seem to concentrate any more. Everything just seems so... meaningless and shitty."
"Is it... the divorce?"
He laughed. "The divorce . s . What divorce, Linda? I haven't even gone to see a lawyer about it yet. I haven't done anything about it since I left... home. I was ashamed to tell any one. They don't even know at work."
I felt my stomach sinking. "Oh, God, Lew... What can I say?"
"What can anyone say? Do?" he mused. "I've got to work it out myself, Linda. It will take a while maybe, but I'll get used to it. I'll adjust."
"God, Lew, I wish I could change," I said, wanting to hold him in my arms. "I wish I could be different than I am, but I can't. I truly believe in what I'm doing. If I turned my back on it now, I know I would be sorry for the rest of my life. It would tear us apart, Lew. You see that, don't you? I'm not trying to be cruel."
He was silent for a long while. Finally, in a soft, barely audible whisper, he said: "Of course, I see it, Linda. I understand... It's just that I feel so goddam helpless!" I could almost hear the tears in his voice.
"I never wanted to hurt you, Lew," I answered. I held the telephone softly, gently in my hands, stroking it with my fingers. "I did what I had to do-because I believe in it. But I never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all you. I wanted to bring joy and happiness into life. I wanted to rediscover a reason for being alive. I wanted to celebrate life... "
My voice was rising, I realized, as the bubbling passion of my convictions were coming through. Somehow, it seemed wrong to be that confident and joyful, especially now, and I stilled my voice.
"I'm sorry, Lew," I said, somewhat subdued. "I didn't mean for it to happen this way... " Silence lay like a wall between us, and for a brief moment I thought perhaps he had hung up. But then he spoke, and I knew he was there. He'd always been there.
"I love you, Linda," he said plaintively.
"Lew... "
"I swear to God, I do!" he said, his voice rising. "I love you, Linda-I always have. Even then... And now, Linda. Especially now. I miss you."
"I miss you too, Lew," I said, sensing the futility of our confessions. "And it's crazy, I know, but I love you, too, Lew... I still love you."
"Let me come back, Linda... "
"It won't work, Lew. You know it won't. We'd only be fooling ourselves... "
"Take me back, Linda," he urged. "I don't care about the others... your lovers. I won't try and stop you from what you're doing. I can learn to live with it, I know I can. The only thing I know I can't live without is you, Linda... Let me come back."
I wanted to say no; I knew it wouldn't work. "Lew... Lew... "
"Maybe I could learn," he suggested. "You know... learn to appreciate what you're talking about. Maybe by being around you, I could see what you mean, and I could learn to understand it. You could teach me, Linda... please. Please."
His words struck a responsive chord. Learn? I thought. Learn?
I suddenly realized what a fool I had been. I turned away from Lew, my husband, the man that I loved, to save the world. I sacrificed Lew to bring salvation to strangers. Was I blind? Was I too close to it so that I couldn't see?
I formed sexual therapy groups to help troubled men and women, and yet I was deaf to the real suffering of a human being. All my books, all of my articles, all of the experimenting I've done-and I failed to help the one person out of all others who was desperately crying out for me to come and help him: Lew. Lew Robbins, my husband.
If I could help others, without any doubt I could help Lew. Here it was, staring me right in the face-the greatest challenge of my life-and I didn't see it. My most profound failure, and I tried to sweep it under the rug. Everything I've ever done, everything I've written about, everything I believe will be meaningless if I can't make it work for Lew as well. If I could convert Lew, and open his mind to the beauty of human sexuality, I could change the world. There was no doubt of that at all in my mind. No doubt at all.
"All right, Lew," I said.
"What?" He sounded surprised.
"I said all right. I'm willing to try, if you are."
A sob broke from his voice. "Yes, Linda... yes! Anything."
"And you agree not to interfere in what I believe? You won't stand in my way, regardless of how you feel?"
"I'll never tell you how to live your life again, Linda... Never."
"
"You're sure?"
His voice broke. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"All right, then I agree. Just give me a couple of days, Lew. There are certain arrangements that I have to make. All right?"
He was almost sobbing with joy. "Take a week, I don't care... God, Linda, I love you."
"Three days will be fine. All right, let me go now, Lew. I have a couple of calls I have to make."
There was a short pause. "I love you, Linda."
"I love you, Lew."
I hung up.
Gone from my mind suddenly was Curt: my muscular blond lover, sitting in the bedroom, probably jerking-off. I picked up the telephone receiver, and began to dial. I had a great deal of preparations to make if I wanted to have Lew back. It was going to be a welcome home he'd never forget.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I nearly jumped out of my chair when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at my wrist watch. It was time. That was Lew at the door.
I stood up and quickly looked around, double-checking to make sure that everything was in order. Then I remembered the bedroom door, and I turned quickly.
The bell rang again.
"Just a second," I called out. "Be right there!"
I dashed over to the closed door, opened it, and peaked into the bedroom. Everything was ready. I closed the door, allowing it to stand open about a foot. Then I turned and walked towards the front door.
I ran my hand over my hair to make sure everything was in place. Then I put my hand on the doorknob, leaning towards the door.
"Is that you, Lew?" I asked.
He sounded nervous. "Yes... uh... it's me."
I threw open the door, and stepped back so that he could see me. "Welcome home, Lew."
He was wearing his dark blue suit, the one that I liked, a pale blue shirt, and his red and navy print tie. He was cleanly shaven, and I could smell the sweetness of his cologne. His eyes were large and moist, and he was staring at me in shock and surprise. He seemed rooted in the doorway.
"Linda," he mumbled. "My God-you're naked."
I laughed. "Of course, I am. Do you like it?"
He mumbled something I couldn't hear. "God s.. yes! Yes, yes... I do."
I cupped my left tit in my left hand, and I placed my right hand against my cunt, parting my thighs as I did it. I stood there like that, with my ass kind of stuck out at an angle, and I began to masturbate myself. I had been doing that before he had arrived, and my cunt was very wet. I could hear the lips making a sticky-wet puckering noise as I rubbed my fingertips against the hairy mound.
"Then, why don't you come in?" I asked, laughing teasingly. I dropped my left hand from my breast, and placed it against the mound of my cunt. Slowly I pulled the lips apart, revealing the wet underside of my cunt, exposing everything to Lew's steady gaze, from the bud of my clitoris right down to the oozing openness of my cunthole. I opened and closed the hole by flexing my vaginal muscles. "Why don't you come in and say hello the right way?"
My message must have taken a few seconds to sink in, for he just stood there, transfixed. Then, suddenly animated, he bolted forward, with his arms outstretched.
"Yes, Linda," he moaned. "Oh, God... yes!"
He threw his arms around me, and I barely had enough time to pull my hands away from my cunt. He crushed me in his embrace, pressing me tightly against his body. I slid my arms up around his waist, up the length of his broad back, and I held him tightly, pulling my naked body against his. Lew's mouth was open, and he kissed me.
The kiss didn't begin as a passionate kiss; it was more ardent and earnest than sexual. But the press of my body, and the wet flashing taut of my tongue in and out of his open mouth, must have kindled his passion, and after a moment he was pressing my mouth with his lips, exploring the damp hole of my mouth with an enthusiasm I might have expected from someone who was kissing me for the first time. His tongue darted in and out, over my lips, touching my teeth, caressing my tongue, rubbing against the softness of my inner cheeks. He had to touch every part of my Lips and mouth, to make sure that I was real, and not part of a dream.
Lew broke the kiss off himself. I pressed my cheek against the side of his face, and he whispered excitedly in my ear.
"Linda... Linda," he moaned. "God, I've missed you. I love you... I-I... " He kissed me again, his mouth still as excited. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth a second time, as if it were a completely novel experience.
I lifted my hips, and pressed my cunt against his middle. Standing on the tips of my toes, I ground my naked crotch against his cock, feeling it awakening, and stretching itself into an erection. I opened my thighs, my mouth full of his tongue, and I rubbed up and down, pressing the open lips of my pussy around the end hardness of his concealed prick.
"Oh, God!" he whispered. "You feel so... good in my arms. I can't believe it's really happening."
I laughed. "It's happening, Lew. Welcome home."
Another swell of emotion gripped him, and he kissed me again. There was real passion in his tongue this time, and he began to press back against my cunt, rubbing his cock up and down against the mound of my pussy. His hand slid down from the middle of my back, and he grabbed one ass cheek, squeezing into my flesh, and pressing me up against him. A moan escaped his lips when he felt the head of his cock sliding against my clitoris.
I tapped him on the shoulder, pulling my mouth away from his lips. "I think we'd better stop now His face sunk, and he stopped pressing into my body. "Yes, of course," he mumbled, looking down. "I'm sorry, I guess I just got carried away-"
"No, you dope," I said, laughing. "I don't mind that. It's the door-it's wide open."
s "Huh? What?" he said, turning slowly, staring at the door. He smiled with a silly expression of relief. "It is open, isn't it?" He began to laugh.
I cupped my breasts at him. "I'll bet we must be giving the neighbors quite a show."
That realization began to hit him, and he quickly moved to close the door. He was smiling wickedly at me. "Not today, Linda," he said, advancing on me. "This is one show I'm going to keep to myself."
"Spoil-sport," I said, sliding back into his arms. I put one arm around him, and put my hand against his cock. I caressed his hardon through his pants. "You know I'm basically an exhibitionist."
He began kissing my neck and ears. "Well, you can go on exhibition later," he mumbled. "Right now, I want to have a close look at you myself."
"Hummm," I moaned, squeezing my fingers around his cock, "I think I'd like to do a little investigating myself."
He cupped my breast in his hand, and began flicking the nipple back and forth. "Go right ahead. If you think I'm going to stop you, you're crazy."
I began to work on his zipper. "Why don't we go into the bedroom?" I suggested. "Where we can be... comfortable. How does that sound?"
"Like the best thing I've heard today. Let's go."
I broke away from his arms and laughed. I swiped a grab at his cock, then pulled away quickly. Lew opened his arms to trap me in them, but I slipped out. I ran a few steps and stopped, turning towards him.
"Why don't you come and get me?" I teased. I stood there with my legs parted, and both hands buried in my cunt. I was massaging my wet crotch, opening the lips, and sinking my middle finger into the hole so that Lew could see it. I pulled the finger out and pointed it at him. It was all wet with my sex juices. "Come on... come and get me!"
He began to move, and I twisted away, giggling sillily. I felt excited sexually, to a high degree, unlike anything I've recently known. I was going to enjoy being made love to by my husband. In comparison to everything else that I had been experimenting with, this seemed like a new and exciting experience.
I turned and ran, pushing open the bedroom door. Lew caught me at the bed, grabbing me by my shoulders and spinning me around. I tried to pull back, but I was too close to the bed, and I tripped over the edge of the mattress. I grabbed for Lew as I fell, pulling him down with me. He fell on top of me.
The kidding suddenly stopped. Lew looked down in my face, and I looked up in his eyes. Something electrical passed through us, and I shuddered.
"Linda... " Lew whispered, his eyes filling up.
"Shhhsh," I said. I brushed the side of his face. "Don't talk... just make love to me."
Lew's mouth came down, and he kissed me hard. My arms went around his neck, and I squeezed him against me. His mouth was open, and his tongue was licking my lips and teeth, driving in and out of my mouth. I captured his tongue between my lips, and I drew it deeply into me.
His hands began to move toward my breasts. I shifted and pushed them up into his hands. His fingers tightened around them, and he pinched them, playing with the nipples as we kissed. His cock throbbed against my leg, and I parted my thighs so that he dropped down and pressed into my cunt.
"Oh... God, Linda," he moaned. He humped up and down against me. "God!"
I wiggled my hand down between our bodies, and I finished opening his zipper. I worked my fingers between the folds of his shorts, and I pulled out his cock. It was hard and throbbing against my palm, and I ran my trembling fingers up and down its length. "Put it in me, Lew," I said. "Please ..'. now, put it in me. Fuck me, Lew."
He humped his naked cock against my cunt, brushing open the lips with his cockhead. I could feel him throbbing against my clitoris, and I humped back against him, lifting my cunt so that his cock slid down between the flap of my lips. I could feel the heat of his erection pressing against the open hole of my cunt, and I lifted my hips and tried to impale myself on him.
"Put it in me, Lew... " I moaned. "I'm ready... I want to fuck."
His hands came down and around, under the swell of my ass cheeks, and I could feel his fingers moving around the wet slit of my cunt. He reached up and lifted his cock, pressing it between the lips, and lodging it into my cuntal opening. He withdrew his hand and pushed.
I felt the full-length of his cock slide into me.
"Oh, yes!" I groaned, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his pumping hips. "Fuck me, Lew... yes, yes! Fuck me!"
His cock slid into me with the same ease that a knife cuts into soft cheese. I felt the wet lining of my cuntal passageway grip his cock, and squeeze into it. I tilted my crotch up, and greeted his downward thrusts with upward thrusts of my own. His zipper was cold against my swollen, hairy mound, and I could feel its cold, tiny teeth tangling themselves in my hair. His pants had a slick, silken sensation against my nakedness, and I rubbed myself up and down against it, feeling deliriously erotic.
"Linda... God!" he moaned. "You're so hot inside... so wet!"
His cock slid steadily in and out, his knees digging themselves into the mattress as he thrust. His cock was swollen and hard inside of me, and I could feel my sexual juices flowing thickly down around the plunging column of his flesh. My clitoris trembled from the friction rub of his groin, spreading a burning excitement through the whole wet area of my cunt.
"Fuck me, Lew!" I moaned. I rolled my head from side to side, working my hips up and down, pulling my cunt back and forth as his cock slid in and out. "Fuck me, Lew... Good!... Good!... Fuck me!"
His cock began to tremble inside of me, and I squeezed myself down around it. I tried to trap it inside of me, wrap the lips of my cunt around it so tightly that it would break off, and I would have it always inside of me. I could feel the whole length of my cunt caressing his driving shaft, embracing his cock in a deep, wet hug.
"I'm going to come, Lew!" I cried, feeling my threatening orgasm blossom full-bloom in the depths of my cunt. "My . .; god!... I'm going to come!"
My cunt was on fire, and I could feel the fire rolling down the insides of my thighs. My breasts were swollen with passion, and my nipples felt as though they would snap off in my fingers if I touched them. The driving weight of Lew's body was rubbing my clitoris until it felt raw and bloody, and his cock continued to batter my cunt with his quick, driving hunches into me.
"Come, Linda... come!" he grunted, driving himself deeply in and out of my cunt. "Come... I want to feel you come... I want to hear you coming all over me!"
I grabbed onto my thighs and pulled them back, straining my cunt up against his drilling hardness. His strokes were deep and powerful, pressing his whole body into me until I could feel his balls nudging into the crack of my ass, then pulling back quickly and fully, until I could feel the head of his cock pressing out the inner lips of my cunt, threatening to disengage. Then, before he could, I'd lift myself, and he'd push down, and I'd feel his cock sinking once again into my cunt.
"I'M COMING!" I cried, feeling my orgasm break over me like an egg oozing from a cracked shell. "My God... Lew... I'M COMING!"
He grunted and stroked, matching the rhythm of my quivering spasms. I could feel the head of his cock driving in and out of my orgasm, punching holes in it with the point of his prick so that my pleasure oozed from the orgasm like water draining from a sieve.
"Come in me, Lew... " I moaned straining to push my words up through the grating pleasure of my orgasm. "Come in me... come in my cunt!"
As if waiting for my permission, Lew hunched forward one last final time, extending his cock its full-length in the hollow of my cunt, and he began to come. Long, powerful surges that pumped up from his balls, and expelled savagely into the drinking mouth of my cunt. His sperm was hot and thick, spreading and rolling up into my body until my canal was saturated, and sperm began to ooze out and drip down the wrinkled flesh of my cunt.
He grunted and pushed, pressing his whole weight into me. "I'M COMING, LINDA... CAN YOU FEEL IT? CAN YOU? CAN YOU?... GOD!... I'M COMING!"
I matched him orgasm for orgasm, slamming mine into his, and allowing them to collide, head-on, so that the vibrations from the impact set-up another wave of orgasms. They clashed again...
and again... and again, until I had no more to give, and his cock was drained.
Lew fell to the side, utterly exhausted. He held me in his arms, and I could feel the sperm dripping down my cunt, staining the bedspread.
"That was... " he began, but stopped when he couldn't find words to describe it. He leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. "Linda... I-"
"Hush," I said. "Hush."
I pulled myself away from him, disentangling my arms from his arms, separating my legs from his legs, bringing my cunt away from his cock. I could feel his sperm dripping down the insides of my thighs.
Lew looked up at me. "What are you doing?"
"Don't talk," I whispered. I climbed on top of him, sliding down towards his spent cock. The whole front of his pants was stained with sperm and discharge from my oozing cunt. "Just lay still and enjoy this."
"But... but-"
"Hush, darling... " I began to remove Lew's clothing, quickly, expertly. First his shoes and socks, then open his belt and pull down his pants. Then his shorts. Then his tie, unknotting it and sliding it off. My fingers worked down the buttons of his shirt, and then I pulled it off. I rolled up his undershirt until it was caught in his armpits, and then I lifted one arm at a time, sliding them out of the sleeves. I pulled the sweaty shirt over his head. Lew was naked.
I positioned myself above his belly, and with two gentle fingers, I lifted his drained, flaccid cock, and pulled it into my mouth. My lips closed softly over the exhausted piece of flesh, and I could taste a dribble or two of sperm oozing against my tongue. I tightened my lips around the base of his pulpy cock, and I sucked up, forcing it to stand erect in my mouth.
"Oh... God!" he moaned, in pain because his cock was tender from coming. His hands came down to my face to stop me, but he didn't, and only held me instead. "My cock... Linda... it's too sensitive... it-" . I pressed my tongue flat against his soft cock, rubbing it back and forth against the roof of my mouth. It felt elusively hard and soft against my lips, and I rubbed the tender underside, the back of the head, where there was a concentration of nerve endings. I felt the cock twitch in my mouth.
"God... Linda," he moaned, drawing his hips up. "It feels so... tender. I've never had this done to me before. It's... erotic!"
I began to chew my teeth into the spongy softness of his cock, sucking up hard with my breath. I rapidly stroked it with my tongue, slapping it from side to side. It stirred again, and I began rocking my head up and down, letting the hardening shaft slide through the tight circle of my lips. I fluttered his cockhead.
The protests had lessened. "That feels... fantastic," he moaned. His thighs relaxed. He began to move his hips now, up and down, in and out. "Oh, God, Linda... it's good! Fantastic!"
His cock was getting harder by the minute, flopping around from side to side in my mouth. It was twitching like a live thing, growing thicker and longer. After another moment, I couldn't hold it all in my mouth as I had when it was soft, and I had to pull my head back, away from his belly. My lips were open wider, and my tongue had to stretch to reach the top of his cock so that I could caress-it.
Lew was enjoying it now. His hips were moving rhythmically, and he was driving his cock in and out of my tightly-drawn lips. I felt the hardening shaft slide across my tongue, and bump gently against the back of my throat.
"That's... great!" he cried. He was holding my face now, cupping it in his hands, riding my mouth up and down his fully-erect cock. "My God... Linda... it's great!"
His cock was erect and as hard as it had been moments earlier, before he had come. I released my mouth's grip on it, and slithered my tongue down to his balls, licking the wrinkled sacks of flesh until they dripped with saliva.
"Linda... what are you doing?" Lew's thighs were trembling with renewed passion, and his hands were like claws, digging into the bedspread for want of something to hold onto. "Linda . . ; Jesus!"
I opened my mouth again, and sucked one ball in between my lips. He shuddered fitfully as the sensitive orb squeezed between my lips and was lashed by my tongue. I drenched it with saliva, rolling it across my tongue, and then I did the same for his other ball. I had them both in my mouth now, and I rolled them back and forth, sucking on the loose skin until they were pulled taut in my mouth, and were half-way back into my throat.
"That's... fantastic!" he groaned, rolling from side to tide in ecstasy. "God... your mouth!... I never knew anything-" I popped his balls out, and returned to his cock. I rode my lips down quickly, then back up. I pulled my mouth away from his erection, holding it tightly in my hand.
"Turn over!" I said, jerking his cock up and down.
Lew seemed dazed with passion. "What?"
"I said turn over. On your hands and knees."
"I don't under-"
"Do as I say!" I commanded, squeezing hard into the iron-like rigidity of his cock. "Turn over now!"
Lew obeyed, rolling over on his stomach, then elevating his ass. He began to raise his head and shoulders, and I pushed him down, keeping his ass high in the air.
"Open your thighs," I said, pulling his trembling cock up and down. The shaft was wet with my saliva, and my hand glided effortlessly up and down. "Wider... wider!"
Lew spread his thighs, trembling excitedly with passion. He knew what I was about to do, and he could hardly contain himself. He grabbed the pillow for support, and slid it under his chest. His fists were like knots, almost shredding the bunched-up bedspread in his gripping hands.
I leaned forward, my hand ceaselessly sliding up and down his cock, and I stabbed my tongue into his asshole.
"Ohmygod!" Lew screamed, involuntarily jerking his ass away from my mouth. "Linda... God... that's-Christ!"
I pushed my tongue in again, this time spreading his ass cheeks with my hands. The puckered brown mouth was tight, but my tongue wiggled back and forth, spreading saliva, lubricating him, spearing deeply into his asshole. I pushed and shoved, until my tongue was all the way in.
"Oh my God!" Lew screamed. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was thrusting his ass back against my stabbing tongue. "Oh my God... Oh my God!"
I could feel him flexing his anal canal, squeezing it down around my tongue. I began to move my tongue, lashing it from one side of the channel to the other, rubbing it up and down, against his tender flesh. I twisted my head around, rotating my tongue inside of him, and he almost passed out in pleasure.
"I've never felt anything... anything! like this, Linda!" he groaned, squirming like a butterfly impaled on the point of a pin. "Never... never... never!"
I pulled my tongue out, and Lew almost began to whimper. He started to beg me not to stop; to do it again. His asshole made a squeezing, wet sound as it reclosed.
"Turn over!" I said, resuming the masturbating of his quiveringly hard cock. "On your back again!"
Lew didn't argue this time; he turned immediately over. His cock was standing stiffly in the air, twitching madly, as though it were about to shake to pieces. His thighs were pulled up and wide open, and he reminded me of a woman, about to be fucked.
I closed my mouth over the head of his cock, and pushed my lips down to the base of his belly. His cock was so hot, it nearly burned my tongue. I could feel him twitching and throbbing between my lips, jumping excitedly from one side of my mouth to the other. I licked him thoroughly with my tongue, up his long hard length, over the swollen knob of his cockhead, and then back down again. His cock dripped with my saliva.
"Linda... I'm gonna come... again!" he moaned, his body drenched in sweat. "I can't believe it... I'm going to come again!"
I began to move my mouth now, rapidly up and down, pursing my lips tightly around the shaft of his cock, providing the most possible friction. I ran my lips down to his belly, rubbing my tongue from side to side, over the throbbing lump of hard wet flesh, and then I drew my head back, swiftly lifting away from his heaving belly, until the head of his cock was tightly pressed against the inside of my lips. I darted my tongue over to the head of his cock, rolling it excitedly around in a wet circle across the top of his tender flesh, and then I plunged my lips down again, and reswallowed the length of his cock, right down to his balls.
"Linda... I'm going to come!" he moaned, sounding more shocked and surprised than anything else. His hips were working now, and he was driving himself in and out of my mouth, coordinating his thrusts to match my up-and-down bobbing. "I'm going to come... now!"
His cock stiffened in my lips, and I plunged down the length of flesh hard, until I was eating the hair on his belly. I rubbed my tongue as hard as I could across his cockshaft, and I sucked up with all my strength. And then, just as he began to come, just as the first drop of his semen shot into my mouth, I shoved my middle finger into Lew's asshole. All the way up his asshole.
"Aaahhhh!... Aaahhhrrr!" he screamed, bellowing as if his lungs had ruptured. He thrashed about at the end of my finger, like a fish out of water. "My God!... m-my God!... I'm com-miinngggghhh!"
His orgasm literally exploded in my mouth. It seemed to shatter the head of his cock as it punched against the back of my throat like a curled fist. It gushed out in a solid, thick stream: hotter, heavier, and more powerful than the orgasm he had had moments earlier. My cheeks puffed out with his hot, swirling discharge, causing my lips to crack open, allowing some of the precious fluid to trickle down my chin. My throat bobbled desperately as I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, until I could feel his sperm splashing into my belly; until I could swallow no more without bursting.
"My God... I'm still coming!" Lew moaned. He simply laid there on the bed, offering his sperm up to my mouth. "My God... Linda!... My God-I can't stop coming!"
My finger twitched in the canal of his ass, turning, twisting, rubbing in and out, as if it were a pump, helping to pull the sperm up from his balls. My mouth sucked and swallowed greedily, and my tongue flicked the thick white substance back into my throat.
For Lew and me, it was a symbolic act: we were completing unfinished business. And the oral orgasm I had tried to give that night when I had told him about Janine Lawrence, Lew was, at long last, accepting.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lew's cock rested in my mouth a long time after he had ceased coming. His organ was flaccid and limp, as though life itself had been drained from it. Every-once-in-a-while, I would suck it up again, or rub my tongue across its shrivelled crown, and his prick would shudder, and Lew would groan. I gathered the remnants of his orgasm from the corners of my mouth, collected them in a tiny wet ball, and I swallowed it. It was cold and thick, and it gave me a chill as it went down. Then I released his cock.
Lew was laying on his back, his chest heaving slowly up and down. His arm was thrown over his eyes, and there was an exhausted, lop-sided smile on his lips.
I snuggled .up against him, pressing my naked body against his. I reached down and held his cock in my hand. It was wet and limp. I shook it gently, and it flopped back and forth in my fingers.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked, whispering into his ear.
He laughed a short burst of laughter. "I think I died," he said.
I shook his cock again. "It feels like you're dead."
He shook his Head in amazement. He said: "Do you know that that was the first time I've come twice in a row that close together since I was probably... seventeen? Do you know that?"
I kissed the side of his face. "Yes, I know. You remember, I have been making love to you for the past eleven years or so."
He shook his head again, still not quite believing what had happened. "It was incredible, Linda, incredible."
"Do you want to try it again?" I asked.
He groaned. "I'd die of I did. I think my cock must still be somewhere inside of you, because I can't feel it. I'm numb."
I squeezed the soft flesh of his cock. "Come on-you're kidding me, right? You really can't do it again?"
He groaned, in mock-pain. "Don't do that," he said, referring to my squeezing of his cock. "You'll break it off. God, it'll be a week before I can come again."
I laughed. "I don't think so, darling. At least, I hope not."
"I was a fool, Linda," he said, his eyes still closed, his arm resting across his brow. "All that time I was gone, and look what I was missing. It' was never like that before, Linda. No even in the beginning. I'm almost half-convinced that you're really onto something. My God... if you can do that-there's no telling what you're capable of."
I kissed his cheek again. "Thank you, Lew," I said softly. "I take that as a compliment."
He snorted. "God, you should-it was meant as one. In all my life, Linda, and all the women I've made love to-that was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had."
I kissed him again, letting go of his flaccid cock. I put my arm across his chest, and hugged him tightly. I loved Lew. Loved him deeply.
"Why don't you put the television on," I suggested, "and we can watch it from bed?"
He lifted his arm slowly and looked at me, his eyes blinking as they adjusted to the light. "The television?"
"Yes. It's right over there."
He turned and looked. At the foot of the bed, against the wall was our television set.
"Since when did you bring it into the bedroom?"
I shrugged. "You know how it is. I had to do something for diversion."
"The way you make love," he said, poking me, "I didn't think you'd ever have time to watch television."
"Well, even I can't make love all the time. I have to rest, too, you know." I pushed him teasingly away. "Come on, lover, turn it on."
Groaning with the effort of moving, Lew sat up and stretched. He yawned and shook his head, then pushed himself up, walking toward the set.
"Anything special you want to see?" he asked, switching it on.
"No... just leave what's ever on there now." I slid up the bed until I was propped up against the headboard with my pillow under me. I patted the mattress next to me. "Come on, honey, sit here next to me."
The television glowed with life as Lew climbed back into bed. "Jesus... I'm exhausted."
"Sshhhhsh," I said. "It's coming on. Let's watch."
Light flickered on the screen, and the image clarified, bright and clear, in living color. I stared at it intently, something wet and exciting trembling in my belly.
Lew stared at the screen a few seconds before it dawned on him that he wasn't watching a normal television program. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped open.
"What is that?" he began, giving me a quick look, then turning his attention back to the television screen. "I don't under-" On our wide, twenty-four inch television screen, there was a man and a woman. They were on a bed, and the woman was naked. The man was on top of her, and he was fucking her. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a pale blue shirt.
"They're... making love!" he said, shocked, and still not quite understanding that he really wasn't watching television at all. "Linda, look!-they're fucking!"
But I was already looking. The man's cock was thick and wide, and I watched in utter fascination as it pumped in and out of the dark-haired, upturned cunt. Her legs were pulled back, and his balls looked starkly sexual hanging down the front of his pants. "Oh, yes!" the woman on the television groaned. "Fuck me, Lew yes! Fuck me!"
He was thrusting savagely into her, his cock moving like a piston. "Linda... God!" the blue-suited man cried. "You're so hot inside... so wet!"
Understanding, at last, broke across Lew's face.
He turned to me, his eyes wide with incredulity. He said: "Linda... that's us!"
I didn't answer. I only smiled.
He turned back to the television, his mouth loose and napping as he tried to search for words.
"Fuck me, Lew!" my image on the television screen moaned. I watched myself as I rolled my head from side to side, pulling my cunt back and forth as Lew's cock slid in and out of my body. "Fuck me, Lew... Good!... Good!... Fuck me!"
Lew's eyes were stark and staring. The color had gone out of his face, and I could see him trembling as the sounds of our passion was replayed for him. He shook his head in total disbelief.
He turned back to me again. "I don't understand this," he said, his voice cracking. "How did this happen?"
I pointed towards the ceiling. "There."
Lew turned quickly. In one corner of the bedroom, near the ceiling, was a miniature television camera, like the kind you see in banks. The same type of camera that Laszlo Bathory had mounted in his studio.
"What is it?" he asked, staring at it as if it were some kind of weapon.
"A television camera," I said. "It took pictures of us making love. What you're seeing on the television is a closed-circuit, videotape play back of our love making."
He looked at the camera, then back at the television.
On the screen, I watched myself grab onto my thighs and pull them back. Lew leaned heavily into me, straining his cock against my quivering cunt.
"I'm going to come, Lew!" my voice rang out from the television screen. "My... god!... I'm going to come!"
"Come, Linda... come!" Lew grunted, driving himself deeply in and out of my cunt. "Come... J want to feel you come... I want to hear you coming all over me!"
Slowly, slowly, I could see Lew being drawn into the images on the screen. His eyes gleamed excitedly, and a flush of passion stained his cheeks. His chest was moving more rapidly now, and his breath was moist and rasping. And his cock was erect again.
"It's a homecoming present," I said, glancing over at Lew. "I hope you like it. I went through a great deal of expense to have it installed."
Lew hardly heard me; his mind was too wrapped up in what he was watching. "I've never seen myself like... that before," he said, almost as though he were talking to himself. "I've seen pornographic films... but never anything like this. "I've never seen myself making love before. It's... exciting. Very... exciting!"
His eyes were riveted to the television screen, as he watched, transfixed, the electronic image of himself performing sexually. I could see his breath suck in each time his cock pierced my flesh, and he trembled each time I grunted with pleasure. His hand stole over to his cock, stiffly erect now, and he began stroking himself, unconsciously matching the tempo of our previous fucking.
"I'm coming!" the television screamed loudly. "My God Lew... I'm coming!"
Lew began to shake tensely as his body relived the excitement of my explosive orgasm. He was holding his breath, fondling himself, his eyes staring, his ears sensitive to the slightest moan or cry.
"Come in me, Lew... " I moaned again from the television. My voice was shrill with passion, and I began to feel excited myself. "Come in me... come in my cunt!"
My own cunt was wet, and I couldn't help slipping my hand between my thighs. I began to massage myself, working my fingers into the damp hairy flap of my cunt. My breasts grew hard, and there was a sudden gripping spasm in my cunt-a memory, perhaps-as I watched Lew press his whole weight into my cunt, and begin to come.
"I'm coming, Linda... " the man on the television screen cried. "Can you feel it? Can you! Can you?... God!... I'm coming!"
We watched the rest in silence, until even the two images on the screen no longer groaned or moved. They lay in an exhausted lump on top of each other, Lew's shrinking cock sliding from my cunt.
Lew turned to me. His eyes were glassy. "Linda... that was unbelievable." He was really shaken. His hand still moved up and down his stiff cock, but I don't think he realized what he was doing. "Sexually that was the most exciting thing I've ever seen in my life. Ever... ever."
"Don't be too quick to say that," I cautioned.
He was still distracted by the exhibition he had seen on the television, and he hadn't heard what I'd said. Something touched him unconsciously, and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with cautious interest.
He said: "Why did you say that, Linda?"
"Because that's only the beginning."
"The beginning?"
I nodded. "That's right." I turned away from Lew, and shouted out towards the hallway: "All right... now!"
From out of the shadows of the hallway, from the front rooms where they had been hidden, came a dozen or so naked men and women. They swarmed into our bedroom like attacking Indians, whooping and shouting and running towards Lew.
For the briefest instant, true terror registered on Lew's face. He jumped up from the bed in a panic, prepared to flee. His body shook with fear and confusion as he turned back to me, his face blanched white.
"Linda... what is this?"
The group of naked people closed in around Lew, surrounding him with their bodies. There were women with blonde hair, women with dark hair; there were slender women and heavy women; women with big tits, and with small, firm breasts. There were tall men and short men; black men and white men; men with long thick cocks, and men with short slender cocks. They all advanced upon Lew, grabbing him, touching him, caressing his hard-on, and pressing their naked bodies against his.
"Linda!" he shouted.
I could hardly see Lew now, they were all over him. There were hands on his chest, on his face. There were breasts against his arms, and cunts rubbing up and down his thighs. A man's hand closed around his cock, and another man wrapped Lew's hand around his long thick erection. They kissed him and hugged him, with twenty or more hands exploring the sweaty nakedness of Lew's body.
"Don't worry, darling," I said, although I'm not sure he could hear me over the laughter and shouting. "It's for your own good, dear. It's a form of therapy."
The naked people pulled Lew down on the bed, working feverishly on him as I had instructed them to. One woman sat on his face, rubbing the wet furrow of her red-haired cunt up and down against his lips. A tall black man took Lew's cock between his purplish Lips, and began to suck rapidly up and down the shaft. Another woman with long brown hair took Lew's hand, and pushed it up her cunt, while a man on the other side of him, took Lew's other hand, and forced Lew to jerk him off. A blonde woman with breasts like pillows was across his lap, and while the black man sucked his cock, she licked Lew's balls. There were three or four people around his legs and feet, rubbing their cunts against his shins, or licking and sucking his toes. Another man was standing above the whole tangled mass of arms and legs, and was jerking-off, preparing to spray them all with the thick hot discharge of his balls.
Therapy, I thought, watching them completely engulf Lew's body. It was the same principle as my Sexual Encounter Groups, but on a level and scale unlike anything I've ever attempted. It was a crash course-intensive, overwhelming therapy. Total engulfment! I looked past their writhing bodies, at the television screen. The second part of my session with Lew was just beginning. I was taking his clothing off, and now I was sucking his limp cock into my mouth.
"Oh... God!" Lew moaned again, the sound coming from the television screen. My lips were pulling on his soft cock. "My cock... it's too sensitive... it-" I looked back at the live performance. Some of the group had changed their positions, varying the sensation for Lew as much as possible. A woman was fucking him now, and the black man was rimming his asshole. The redhead was still sitting on his face, locking Lew's lips against her cunt between her soft pink thighs, and she was masturbating herself rapidly, allowing her cuntal juices to spread all over Lew's face. She began to come suddenly, and she pushed down, driving Lew's tongue deep into the center of her orgasm.
Almost as if it were a signal, the rest began.
The films started flashing-on the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling. Cameras positioned all around the room flickered to life, casting, jumping, writhing images all about the room. Layer upon layer of full-color pornographic films covered every square inch of the bedroom, until all I could see were naked bodies. There were men and women: coming, fucking, sucking, humping; there Were tongues licking tits and cunts and cocks and assholes; there were pricks flashing, squirting, pumping; fingers twirling, probing and sliding. Flickering, dancing, jumping images! Bodies crashed into bodies, tits into tits, cocks into cocks, cunts into cunts, until it was almost impossible for my eyes to distinguish anything but moving blurs of color... until it was impossible to tell the difference between the real men and women working on Lew, and the celluloid images wavering all around me.
Laszlo had outdone himself, I thought, dazzled by the mind-boggling display. It had taken him the full-three days to set-up the equipment, to break the holes in the walls to conceal the projectors, to coordinate all the hundreds of films, to run in all the extra electrical lines-and it had cost me a small fortune-but it would be worth it in the end.
I looked around; all I could see were cunts, asses, tits, cocks, mouths, tongues, fingers, bellies, thighs, balls, nipples, and clits! The walls, the floor, the corners and the ceiling-everywhere I looked- were alive with the images of sexual expression.
And then the sound effects began.
Screams, cries, moans, groans, curses, shouts of joy, echoes of ecstasy-all of it ringing down upon my ears from more than fifty loud speakers placed all about the bedroom. The sound swelled up until it shook my eardrums, rubbing against my naked flesh until it puckered with the chill.
I heard men coming, women shrieking, tongues licking, cocks being sucked! I heard groans and pleas, strident laughter and sobbing tears of release! Voices begged for orgasms, and tongues vibrated in the shattering release of those orgasms! I listened to cunts being fucked, assholes being fucked, mouths being fucked! Cocks squirted sperm, cunts sucked up fountains of jism, assholes sighed wetly as tongues pried them open! There were whispered words of love, bellowed screams of revolting perversity, and a string of obscenities that was both infinite in length and variation.
"Fuck me!... Suck it out!... I'm coming... Lick my cunt!... Harder, harder .j. .'harder!... Ira my ass-put it up my ass!... God!... God!... GOD!... Take it, baby... Take it!... Drink it down... Swallow it... Aaahhhhrrr!... Ohmigod!... Suck my tits.. suck them, suck them!... Push your tongue deeper-deeper!... Come on my face!... Don't pull out-don't!... Finger-fuck me!... Lick my asshole!... Jerk me off!... Love me... please, please!... OOH YESSSSS! '... I'm coming!... I'm coming!... I'M COMING!... Fuck!... Cunt!... Suck!... Prick!... Balls!... Tits!... Ass!... Sperm!... Clit!... Pussy!... Cock!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... FUCK!-" My body shook with the sounds; my eyes were nearly blinded with the images. The whole room had been transformed into a living, breathing sexual experience... all for Lew's benefit.
My dazed eyes searched him out in the room. I found him on the bed. There were naked bodies all over him, and I could see that he was coming... for the third time since he had been home. His body was a quivering mass of convulsing muscles, and his flesh was drenched in sweat and sperm; The tall black man was sitting on his chest, and he was thrusting his cock towards Lew's mouth. Lew parted his lips greedily, reaching up for the thick black shaft, and guiding it carefully into his mouth. He began to suck desperately, tears streaming down his face and he began to come again... and again... and again... and...
He'll understand, I thought confidently. It might take a little while, but he'll understand.
I moved closer to him. It was going to be fun to watch.
