I went into the children's bedroom to look in at them. Sara was sleeping on her side, her light brown hair spread out like shadows across the pillow. I patted her head, tucked her in, and moved over to the crib at the far end of the room. Naturally, Kevin had thrown his blankets off, and I covered him again. His teddy bear was kicked to the foot of the bed; I put it under his arm, then placed the quilted blanket over him. The room had a way of getting chilly late at night, and Kev had just gotten over a cold.
I closed the door carefully, and left it open just a crack so that I could hear if they woke during the night. I waited at the door for a moment, listening. I could hear the soft, warm sounds of their sleep, and then, further down the hall, I could hear the quiet, purring noise of Bud, my husband, as he slept. Buddy said he was going to wait for me, but, as usual, he'd fallen asleep. The light in the hallway was dim, and I walked softly down it, on my tiptoes, listening to him snore. I looked into our bedroom. There he was: on top of the bed, fully clothed, mouth open slightly, and sound asleep. The projector was set up on his night table, and the small silver reel of film was already threaded into the silent machine. I would have to wake him when I was ready for bed. We were going to make love tonight. Buddy had promised me.
I closed the bedroom door, as I had closed the children's door, leaving it open just a tiny crack, and then continued down the hallway to the bathroom.
Out of years of habit, I locked the bathroom door. I was naked under my bathrobe. I took it off and hung it on the hook behind the door. I urinated quickly and watched myself in the full-length mirror behind the door, across from the toilet. The woman in the reflection seemed to be another person: like someone I didn't even know. I sat and stared at her for a moment, then sighed, and wiped myself with a flat matting of toilet paper. I flushed the toilet and stood up.
The naked woman in the reflection did the same, only there was something almost mocking or jeering in her face. I studied her again, objectifying my mind, watching myself from the outside: seeing myself as someone else might see me.
My body was still good, even after the two children. It had blossomed out, mellowed, filled in all the empty corners and smoothed out all the sharp angles. I was only twenty when Buddy and I had married, eight years ago, and had been painfully slender; skinny, in fact. But the ensuing years of marriage had worked a metamorphosis on my body. It took me from girl to woman.
My breasts were not especially big-they never had been, but they were still full and firm, with a delicate, budlike nipple tip that gave each breast an upward tilt. My stomach was still flat and narrow, but my ribs were now covered over with a soft, sensual layer of fat so that they no longer showed through. I rubbed my hand down my side. The texture of the flesh reminded me of velvet, and I let my fingers linger there for a moment.
My hips, I decided, had improved most of all. Before I'd given birth to my children, I never had any hips to speak of. My waist used to go straight down to my knees, like two cruel parallel lines. But now those lines were pushed out into curves, and I let my hands slide over them and down my thighs. I never tired of experiencing my hips: they were like a miracle; something that had not been, but now was. It gave me hope that things could change. That life could change. Surely the woman in the mirror proved that.
My thighs were spread slightly, and through the sandy-colored cloud of my pubic hair, I could see the firm, rounded swell of my cunt mound. I cupped it in my hand, and I felt its warmth and moisture baking down into my palm. My fingers squeezed in, and the flesh tingled. One finger slipped accidentally between the lips of my cunt, and I felt the wetness inside my body.
I was excited, I realized, remembering Buddy who was sleeping on the bed. Tonight we were going to make love. Buddy had promised me.
Trying to push myself out of my pensive mood, I walked over to the sink and turned on the water. There was another mirror over the sink, and in it, the reflection of another woman. She was a pretty woman, with long, light brown hair that hung in tangled waves to her shoulders. Her eyes were deep brown, and her nose was straight and small. Her mouth had a soft, sensual look. She ran her tongue over the bottom lip. I recognized the woman in the reflection: she was me. The sink filled with warm water, and I shut the faucets. I bent and washed quickly, then applied fresh make-up after I had dried my face. I put on eye-liner and lipstick, then carefully brushed my hair straight down until it was like a frame around my face. I sprayed deodorant under my arms, then dabbed my naked body with perfume. I chose my most expensive brand, and I put an extra heavy dab on my inner thighs, near my cunt.
I unlocked the bathroom door and shut the light. With my bathrobe draped over my arm, I walked, still naked, into the bedroom. Buddy hadn't moved at all. His arms were at his side, his legs were spread slightly, and his head was tilted back. His mouth was still open; he was still snoring.
I moved quietly into the room and opened my closet. I hung my robe, then turned to my dresser and removed my sexiest nightgown from the bottom drawer. It was sheer and black, completely transparent, and it came down to about the middle of my thighs. It made a crisp swishing noise when I pushed my arms and head into it, and it slid down over my nakedness. The gown smelled of old perfume and sex.
"Bud," I called, in a soft, sexy whisper. "Buddy, wake up. It's time."
He stirred on the bed, and made a low, grumbling noise. Then he began to snore again.
I moved closer to the bed. I touched his arm and shook him. "Buddy. Come on, hon. Wake up."
He blinked a few times, and moved his mouth like a fish gasping for air. "Innaminit," he grumbled. "Just give me a minute more. I'm awake now."
He started to snore again, and an ache inside of me, like an old wound, began to throb. It was always like this, I thought. It would always be like this. Nothing ever changes.
I slid my hand down the front of his body and opened his zipper. My hand reached inside his pants, and I separated the folds of his shorts. I touched his flesh, pulled his limp cock out, and laid it across his thigh. I encircled it with my fingers, pulling it up and down slowly, and tried to coax it awake.
"Buddy!" I whispered urgently into his ear. I squished the soft column of flesh with my fingers. "Bud-dee! Come on, honey, wake up! I have a surprise for you, baby. Come on now and wake up. Wake up and get your surprise."
His cock slowly began to get hard from the pressure of my hands. A crooked, lopsided smile spread across his face, and I could see him trying to fight through his sleep.
"Ohhh! Thass nice," he moaned, stiffening his legs. "Thass very nice."
I moved my mouth from his ear, and I took his cock between my lips. It was just beginning to get hard, and I pressed the wet-kiss of my mouth around it. I pursed my lips and sucked up: the emptiness inside my mouth began to fill up with the spongy softness of Buddy's cock. His cockhead started to swell almost immediately, and I ran my wet tongue across it. I jabbed the tip of my tongue into the moist slit of his cock, and his body stiffened. He lifted up with his thighs, and pushed the cock toward the back of my throat.
"Hey, baby!" he moaned, close now to awareness. "Hey, Kathy-baby, that's beautiful! You should wake me like this all the time."
I flattened my tongue along the underside of his stiffening cock, and I pushed up, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. The cock was growing thicker and harder, and I had to open my mouth a little wider to accommodate its new size. I pursed my lips, drawing them into a wide, tight circle around the shaft. I rocked my face up and down, allowing the tender flesh of his cock to slide in and our of my mouth.
Buddy moved a hand to my head, and he pressed my face down into his crotch. "Wow, Kathy. Wow. That's great. You have a wonderful mouth, hon. Wonderful!"
His cock was fully erect now, and the downward pressure of Buddy's hand was forcing the swollen thickness of his cockhead across the back of my throat. I sucked hot air in around the thickness of his cock, and had to breathe through my nose so that I wouldn't choke on his hardness. My tongue slid from side to side, across the pulsing lump of his cock, and I bathed him in the wetness of my saliva.
"Oh, Kathy, Kathy!" Buddy moaned. He was wide awake now, participating in the pleasure. He jerked his hips up, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. "It's great, baby! Great!"
I slid my hand around the base of his throbbing cock and held it in place. I could feel the slipperiness of my saliva, collecting like a puddle in his pubic hair, making the shaft of his cock wet. I sunk my mouth down the length of his cock for the last time, touching my parted lips against my own fingers, then I pulled back and let the cock pop from my mouth.
"Ohhh!" he said in disappointment. He tried to push my face back down his cock. "Do it again."
I squeezed the base of his cock with my hand. "After a while," I promised. "Let's watch the film first."
Buddy's blue eyes lit up with awareness. He remembered the projector suddenly. "Oh yeah," he said. "The film. I'd forgotten all about it. I'm really in the mood for watching it now."
Grinning, Buddy moved his hand from my head to the front of my nightgown. He lifted one breast and squeezed the firm flesh through the transparent black material. The nipple was stiff, and he flicked it back and forth with his index finger.
"You're a sexy-looking woman tonight, Kathy," he said. He pulled me close to him and sniffed at my neck. "You even smell good. Is that new perfume?"
I smiled and pulled away. "Yes. I bought it today. To celebrate."
He looked at me curiously. "To celebrate what?"
"Just-tonight."
He seemed to accept my explanation. He touched his hard-on. "Hurry up. I want to fuck."
"Don't rush it tonight," I said. "Please. Do it my way tonight."
I closed the bedroom door and switched off the overhead light. The lamp on my night table was still turned on, and it filled the darkened room with a soft, hazy light that wrapped itself around Buddy's body on the bed. From the first moment I'd entered the room, he hadn't moved very much. The only real difference, in fact, was that now his cock was out, and it poked stiffly up towards the dark ceiling, like an angry fist, shaking at the night sky.
"Is the projector all set up?" I asked. I walked around the mattress to my side of the bed. Buddy followed me with his eyes.
"You know," he said, ignoring my question and holding his cock, "you're a really beautiful woman, Kathy. Do you know that?"
I smiled. "Thank you."
"I mean it-honestly. You're beautiful. After all these years, after living so closely with you-I finally saw it... You're a beautiful woman, Kathy."
I slipped into bed, next to him, touched with a momentary sense of sadness. It was too late, I thought. Too late.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sorry."
Buddy stood and began to remove his clothes. He discarded them quickly, letting them drop to the floor. He caressed his erection once or twice more, and each time he looked over at me and smiled.
The years had treated Buddy equally well, I realized. Just thirty, his body was a man's body. Broad chest, flat stomach, with just the slightest traces of fattiness building up around the sides of his waist. His thighs were thick and sturdy, like an athlete's, and he had a small, tiny ass that reminded me of two knots of muscle. He had a very hairy body, and the hairiest area was, of course, his crotch. The hair came up and spread out across his thighs and belly and chest in such dense patches that it looked as if someone had woven it together. All his hairiness made his cock seem so much more impressive: it was so stark and naked and powerful, rising out of that dark clump of hair like a thick, pulsing spear.
The bed bounced under Buddy's weight as he slid his naked body under the covers, next to me. He propped his pillow behind him, and he turned to me, smiling.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
He lifted his arm, and I slid under it. "I'm ready."
He leaned across and switched off the lamp on my side. The room was plunged in darkness for a moment, and in the darkness, under the covers, furtively, I slipped my hand around the shaft of Buddy's cock. As I squeezed it, he reached the other way and turned on the projector.
A bright light flickered on the screen across from us, at the foot of the bed; then there was a square patch of gray that read: The School Girl's Dream, the title of the film. It was an old porno movie, probably made during the late fifties or early sixties judging from the hair styles and dress, but it was a good quality film, with excellent camera work, and it never failed to excite us, even though we'd seen it ten or twelve times already.
I rested my head against Buddy's naked chest for a moment, then pushed it down until my face was on his belly. I had my hand on his cock under the covers, and I pumped it slowly up and down as we watched the film. Buddy moved his hand around my back and slipped it under my nightgown, reaching around my body. Awkwardly, he cupped my tit in the palm of his hand.
The story line of the film was a simple one: it opened with a shot of a young teenage school girl. She was alone in a bedroom. Curled in her hand was a magazine with photographs of naked men and women making love, and she was looking at the pictures. While she was reading, the girl put her hand under her skirt and she began to rub her cunt through her panties. Suddenly the girl grew tired, yawned, and got undressed. Naked, she climbed into the bed. She had a ripe, full body, with broad firm breasts and a wide, blond-haired cunt. As the girl slept, she began to dream. Her dreams were the substance of the film.
The image on the screen flickered for a moment, and the girl in the picture was suddenly no longer sleeping. She was laying on top of the bed, completely naked, and there was a man on top of her. He was naked also, and his long, thick cock was pressed against her thigh, near her cunt. As the girl writhed and moaned in obvious excitement, the man sucked on her pendulous breasts.
I tightened my grip on Buddy's cock. It was still wet from my mouth, and my hand slid easily up and down the shaft, making a sticky-wet squishing noise. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, like a heart beating.
I pushed myself further down Buddy's body until my head was cushioned comfortably on his stomach, very near his crotch. My change in position caused Buddy to remove his hand from the back of my gown, and he slid it down the open V in the front of the negligee. This way he could fondle my tits without stretching. He moved his clutching hand from tit to tit, squeezing the nipples between his fingers. I flipped the bed covers back, exposing his erection, and I watched my hand move up and down the pink shaft as I concentrated on the action of the film beyond the silhouette of his cock.
The girl in the film was joined by a second man. He had an abnormally long and thick cock, and she was bent over, sucking on it. The first man was on the bed, under her, and she had her thighs straddled around him. While she was sucking on the other man's cock, the man under her was fucking her.
At first my attention was captured by the cock in the girl's cunt: it was moving slowly, wetly, in and out of her cunt, parting the lips with its thrusting thickness. Then I moved my eyes to the other cock: the one in her mouth. The blunted size of the tremendous organ had her lips pulled widely apart to accommodate it, and I could see saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin. The girl's eyes were closed, and she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attention both men were paying to her.
I felt my own excitement growing in my cunt, and I rubbed my thighs together, providing friction to my clit. A thrill of pleasure spread out from my cunt, and I squeezed down harder, trying to magnify the feeling.
"Do my cunt," I said. I flipped the covers all the way back, exposing my whole body. I was twisted to the side, and I was leaning across Buddy's stomach. My nightgown was pulled up, my ass and legs naked.
Purposely, I parted my thighs slowly, erotically, and opened my cunt to Buddy's view. "Would you do my cunt now, please?" I asked again. "Would you touch it for me, Buddy? Make it feel good for me.
Buddy pulled his hand from the top of the nightgown and moved it quickly down my body. He cupped my cunt under his open fingers, and I pushed up against him, scissoring my thighs. I caught his hand between my legs and squeezed it. Pleasure spread out, and he began to massage my cunt slowly, rubbing his palm against the edge of my body until the pleasure grew steady and exquisitely intense. I pushed down, squeezing his cock in my hand, and his fingers found my clitoris. As I watched the film, he began to roll the bud slowly, round and round.
The film flickered again, and the scene changed once more. The girl was now flat on her back, laying on top of the bed. One of the men was sitting on her chest, and he had his cock between her pushed-up breasts. She was holding her tits together, and he was thrusting in and out between the twin hills of flesh. With each of his forward thrusts, the girl would tilt her head forward, and take the head of his cock between her lips.
"Suck on it, baby!" Buddy shouted to her, carried into the mood of the film. "Suck on it!"
The other man was between her legs, and the camera followed his cock in a tight close-up as he sunk the organ in and out of her blond-haired cunt. Her legs were up and parted, and the man pushed in and out, in a steady, grinding tempo. His cock looked wet and sticky from her cunt.
The pleasure that Buddy was providing for me with his hand made my mouth dry. I licked my lips, stroked his cock with my sweaty, curled fist, and rocked my hips in time with the in-and-out rhythm of the man on the screen.
"Finger my cunt," I said to Buddy. My clit was large and swollen, and Buddy had the lips pulled back and away so that the trembling nub was exposed to his direct caress. The sensation was almost too sharp, and I had to fight back the urge to hold my thighs together to stop the tickling twirl of his fingers.
"Finger me, Buddy!" I repeated. "Please! Put your finger inside of me."
I trembled in anticipation when I felt Buddy's middle finger sliding from the bud of my clitoris. Like a warm, stiff wedge, he used it to part the moist valley between the lips of my cunt as he moved the finger to my hole. He teased me with the hardness of his finger, circling it around the outside of the hole, exciting my imagination and enflaming my body. Finally, when I thought I could stand the torment no longer, he thrust the finger into me, and I cried out in pleasure.
"Oh yes!" I hissed. I squeezed his cock with all my might. "Yes! Put it in me! Finger me!"
My cunt seemed to gobble up his finger, slithering around the thin probe until it felt distant and wiggling inside of me. I squeezed down with my vaginal muscles, trying to trap the moving finger inside of me, and wave after wave of raw, intense pleasure buffeted my body with each slippery thrust of his hand against me. I lifted my ass from the bed and ground my hips against him in a shallow, tight circle, fucking myself on Buddy's finger.
The girl in the film was enjoying herself as much as I was. The man sitting on her chest had moved forward even more. Her tits were flattened under the twin moons of his ass. His knees were pushed up against her pillow, and she had her neck arched up, with her face against his crotch. She was sucking his cock, moving her widely stretched mouth up and down the full length of his treelike shaft. I watched in excitement as the thick, wet rod went into her mouth and she sunk her lips down to the base. His cock hair was rubbing against her puffed-out cheeks.
Then the camera shifted again, returning to the second man who was still fucking himself between her widely spread thighs. He was holding her legs up and out, off the mattress, and he was thrusting into her cunt with rapid, excited hunches. I remembered suddenly what was about to happen, and my cunt began to flutter around Buddy's plunging finger.
"Buddy!" I cried out, my eyes transfixed by the excited activity on the screen. "Eat me, Buddy! Eat my pussy while I watch this!"
Obediently, Buddy pulled his finger from my cunt and slid down between my legs. I parted my thighs around him and watched in mounting excitement as his face sunk between my legs. His tongue pushed into my cunt.
"Ohhhh!" I moaned in pleasure. I lifted myself and arched my back, pressing the underpart of my cunt against Buddy's open face. "Oh, that's it! Good! Good! Eat me!"
Buddy's tongue slithered between the parted lips of my cunt and pushed up inside of me. His tongue felt like wet electricity as he moved it from side to side, touching every quivering inch of my quaking flesh. I ground my hips around, humping myself on his tongue; he moved it, in and out, as if it were a cock and he were fucking me with it.
I sighed and moaned, squeezing my own breasts through the gown. I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated on the pleasure. My thighs seemed to have turned to jelly, and my cunt felt as if it had melted around his licking tongue. I pried my hands from my tits and wrapped them both around the back of Buddy's head. With all my strength, I pulled his face into my crotch.
The part of the film for which I was waiting flickered onto the screen. The camera held a tight close-up of the man fucking the girl's cunt. The man was thrusting his hips rapidly now, and you could almost sense the urgency of his drives. In and out he slid, probing her as deeply as he could, sinking his cock until all of it was inside of her, and his balls were pressed against the hairy base of her cunt.
Perhaps sensing my excitement, or perhaps he knew it would please me, Buddy pulled his tongue from my cunt and he began to lick my clitoris.
"Ohhh!" I cried out.
I tried to pull away from the intensity of the pleasure, but Buddy continued to lick at my clit with steady, lapping slaps of his tongue. He flattened his tongue against me, starting at the base of the slit, then licked upward, stroking my love button with the full, wet, sensuous ripple of his tongue.
I dug into Buddy's scalp with my fingernails, my eyes glued to the screen. The fucking cock pulled out of the girl's cunt, and the man held his own organ desperately with one hand, pointing it at her belly as if it were a weapon about to go off. Suddenly it did, and the long thick cock began to pump cum onto her stomach; it splashed all over her belly and matted wetly in her blond pubic hair.
"Oh, Christ!" I moaned. Buddy licked feverishly at my trembling clit, and my eyes widened to take in every drop and throb of the spewing cock on the screen. For me, the scene was a deeply erotic one, playing upon one of my own personal fantasies: I could almost feel the hot cum on my own belly! I felt myself growing hot with a building passion.
Without seeing it, Buddy knew the scene was over, and he knew what else was about to happen. He pulled his face up from between my legs. His mouth was all wet and sloppy-looking.
"Now it's my turn," he said. "You eat me, and I'll watch the film."
We changed places on the mattress. I got down between his legs, and I took his cock back into my mouth. I sucked on it hard, sinking my lips down to the base of his belly. His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I sucked in, pressing my cheeks against the sides of his organ. My mouth was like a soft, moist sleeve-a wet, sucking tube that was glued to the length and thickness of Buddy's pumping cock.
From having seen the film so often, I knew what was happening now. This was Buddy's time: one of the things that turned him on most.
I guided my pursed lips down the shaft of his cock, rocking my neck back and forth, swishing my tongue from side to side. As I sucked on Buddy, I pictured the scene in my mind.
The girl on the screen was also sucking a cock, moving her face rapidly up and down the thick organ. Suddenly the man pulled his cock from between her open lips and he began to cum all over her face. I remembered how the girl began to milk the cock with her hand, pressing the spewing cockhead against her cheek. There was just the slightest trace of revulsion in her eyes, but she continued to rub the cumming cock all over her face and across her lips. Then, when the cock was no longer gushing out sperm, she took it between her lips and began to suck on it again.
Buddy stiffened at that part, and he thrust his cock as deeply into my mouth as he could. I knew what he was thinking. Buddy's always wanted to cum in my mouth but, with the exception of one crazy experimental time, I've never allowed him that freedom. So Buddy fantasized and grew excited by watching other men do in films what he could not do in practice.
Buddy's excitement was very high, and he began to push his hips up and down, helping his cock to slide in and out of my mouth. He guided my head with the pressure of his hands, one on either side of my face. His cock jerked in and out of my mouth like a live, throbbing thing, past my lips, through my parted teeth, over the wet caress of my tongue, and prodded gently against the softness of my throat. When I felt the swollen cockhead pressed against the back of my teeth, I tightened my lips around the shaft and sucked on it even harder than I just had. I bit gently down into the tender pole of flesh, and Buddy trembled with anticipation. I ground my teeth from side to side. He pushed up suddenly and drove the entire length of his cock deeply into my wet mouth. His balls were pressed against my face, and I could feel the scratchy tickle of his cockhair against my cheek.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and screwed my face around and around. For a moment I was almost tempted to let him have his way this one night, but selfish reason touched me and I put the idea out of my mind. This was no night for generosity. I had myself to think of.
I bobbed my head up and down and let Buddy slide his cock in and out of my tightly-drawn lips. The head of his cock felt swollen across the back of my throat, and his flesh tasted hot and sweaty. I had hair in my mouth.
Buddy tapped my shoulder. "Kathy," he said. "Kathy, I want to fuck now. Please."
I released my hold on his cock, gasping for air as I tried to catch my breath. I stuck my tongue out and tried to pull some of the short, wirelike hair from Buddy's crotch out of my mouth. Buddy's cock was all stiff and wet in front of my face, gleaming moistly.
"Can we fuck now?" Buddy asked. He touched his cock carefully with his hand. It seemed to be trembling. "I'm very excited."
I nodded. "Yes," I answered, "I'd like to fuck now. I want you to fuck me, Buddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can. Give me the best, hardest fuck I've ever had."
My breasts were heaving fitfully as I climbed over Buddy's body and lay on my side, next to him. My ass was pressed against his thigh.
"But I want you to fuck me this way," I said. I pulled my nightgown off, then lifted my top leg and exposed my cunt. "Fuck me from behind, while I lay on my side. I want to watch the film while you're doing it to me."
Buddy made an excited noise with his lips. "Yes," he answered. "That way sounds good. Very good. Exciting. I think I'd like to fuck you that way."
Following my lead, Buddy turned on his side so that he was facing my back. I could feel the hair on his chest tickling against my flesh as I reached down between my legs and grabbed for his cock. He pressed his body forward, between my legs, and stabbed upward with the wet organ. It hit my thigh, just under the curves of my ass. I reached back between my legs and took his cock in my hand. I guided it to the lips of my cunt.
"Ohhh!" I groaned as Buddy entered me. His cock was thick and long, and I could feel the blunt tip cruelly stretching apart my cunt lips. I pushed down with my hips and Buddy slid forward. He was in.
"Uhhnn. This is great!" Buddy moaned. "I like it this way." He pushed in and out, experimentally. "It's nice and tight like this. I can feel your whole cunt, as though it's wrapped around my cock."
I opened my legs even wider and Buddy climbed between them. I felt his belly pushing up against my ass, and his cock was in me at an upward, slanting angle. Whenever he thrust up and into me, I could feel the head of his cock scraping against the front wall of my cuntal canal. A burning tremble of excitement went through me from the friction of fucking, and I tightened my cunt down, locking it around his cock.
"Bend your legs," Buddy instructed, "so I can get in deeper."
I did as Buddy asked and bent my legs up, so that they were at a right angle to my body. My knees were also bent at a right angle to my thighs, almost as if I were sitting on a chair. Buddy curled his body under mine, imitating my position, sealing his body against mine. His cock was thrust straight up, and it was throbbing inside of me.
I pushed down, and he pushed up. His cock was like a heavy weight inside me. I felt impaled by it: skewered by his erection. His legs were between my thighs, with my ass pressed down against him. We rocked back and forth, Buddy's cock driving in and out of my cunt.
With my pillow under my head, propping me up, I returned my attention to the screen. The scene had changed once again. Now there were two different men with the school girl. Where these new men had come from was never explained. They just appeared, as if out of a dream. The girl was on her hands and knees now, sucking one, while the other man was behind her. He was licking her asshole.
Buddy slid his hand around my body so that he was holding my tits in his hands. He squeezed them with his pinching fingers, and jackknifed his thighs, driving his cock deeply into my cunt. I moaned and pushed down. My cunt was open around his cock; he was wedged firmly inside of me.
"That's it baby!" I cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
The man in the film pulled his mouth away from the girl's ass. He wet his own hand with his tongue, then spread the saliva all over the shaft of his cock. His cock was long and slender, and I could see trickles of wetness dripping down its length.
"Uhh. I like this part," Buddy said in my ear, fucking his cock in and out of my cunt as we watched. "This part really turns me on."
The man on the screen bathed his index finger in his mouth, then pushed the wet finger at the girl's lubricated anus. My breath sucked in. I winced involuntarily as I watched the man slide the finger into her ass until it was all the way in her, his fist was pressed against the soft cheeks of her buttocks. Then he pulled the finger out, and thrust it back in again.
Buddy was grunting from the efforts of his thrusts, and I knew he was close to cumming. His bent legs were slamming into the back of my thighs as he drove his cock mercilessly in and out of my cunt. I could feel my own excitement spiraling rapidly, and the awkwardness of the position only added to my pleasure. I reached down between my legs and touched the bud of my clitoris. It was hot and throbbing, like a pulse. Then I pushed my hand even further back, and I could feel Buddy's cock as he slid it in and out of my cunt. I put my hand around the thick shaft and enjoyed the sensation of him pumping it in and out of me. The stem of his cock was all wet each time he withdrew, and after a moment, my fingers were thick and sticky with my own juices.
The man in the film pulled his finger from the school girl's ass. With one hand on her back, and taking his cock in the other, the man guided the stiff tip of his erection against her asshole. For a moment the hole resisted, and then, like a yawning mouth, it opened and his cock slid up into her ass.
"Jesus!" Buddy moaned. "Jesus."
I could feel Buddy sweating underneath me. His cock was trembling, hard and stiff, sliding in and out of my cunt like a pile-driver.
I knew Buddy was enjoying this particular scene in the film. Ass-fucking was another thing for which Buddy had a real passion. In the eight years that we've been married, he has probably asked me to do it for him more than one hundred times, but I've never built my courage to the point where I would agree to do it. It always seemed so painful, so perverted.
Yet, strangely, paradoxically, I've always found the act terribly exciting. My nipples got very hard and my mouth was cotton-dry as I watched that long, slender cock slide into the young girl's ass. The though of how it must feel inside of her made my cunt burn with excitement. It must feel so large, so hard! So unnaturally perverse and exciting!
I began to hump more quickly against Buddy's cock. I could feel my orgasm building in the depths of my bowels.
The man in the film pushed his cock all the way inside of the girl, and I could see the profile of their two bodies grinding together on the screen. Her ass was bent in a moonlike curve, and I could see the crimp of his pubic puff bristling like static electricity against her quivering white cheeks. He began to pull out, and I watched her asshole expand around the width of the man's cock. It reminded me of an angry, puckered mouth sucking on a piece of obscene hard candy. He pulled his cock most of the way out, then thrust in again, and I felt Buddy shake with excitement under me.
"Soon, baby!" he moaned. He squeezed the nipples of my tits between his thumb and index finger. "Soon!"
I removed my hand from Buddy's cock and began to rub my clitoris. Towering waves of pleasure washed up and down my body, and I could feel my thighs shuddering. I stroked my cunt rapidly up and down Buddy's cock as I masturbated myself with my own slippery, wet hand.
Sweat was running down my back and over my ass. Buddy was grunting and pinching my tits, as if he were trying to squeeze his orgasm out of me. His thighs slapped viciously against the backs of my legs, and he propelled his cock in and out of me like a piston that had gone berserk. I grunted back at him, tightening my cunt, resisting and heightening the pleasure until Buddy had to press up with all his strength just to slide his cock between the straining lips of my pussy.
"It's good, baby!" I encouraged, enjoying my pleasure. "Fuck me hard. It's good."
The man in the film was thrusting as violently as Buddy. Both his hands were around her ass, and he was pulling and pushing her up and down his cock. Her ass was spread wide apart, and his cock was like a saw, cutting in and out of her flesh. I could see her cunt lips just under the bluntness of the cock in her ass. They seemed to be flapping loosely together, as if they were trying to clutch at some invisible, elusive cock.
"I'm cumming!" Buddy cried. He slammed his thighs into me, and I could feel his spouting cock as it tunneled up inside of me. "Jesus! I'm cumming!"
His cock seemed to swell suddenly in my cunt, and I felt something surging down its length, like a sudden rush of energy. Then the energy exploded out, into me, and hot, thick blobs of cum gushed into my cunt.
"Oh Jesus!" he moaned. "I'm cumming!"
I was on the brink of my own orgasm, but I held it back by sucking in my breath and pressing down with my cunt. I could feel the orgasm growing like a time bomb inside of me.
I turned and watched Buddy. His eyes were open, and he was staring at the screen. His face was contorted in sweaty creases of pleasure, and beads of sweat poured down his face.
The man on the screen began to cum. He pulled his slender, throbbing cock from the school girl's asshole, and he pressed the organ against her soft, round buttocks. Her asshole was still open, even after he pulled out, and it reminded me of a lewd, winking eye. Then, in a sudden spasm, she clenched the gaping hole closed, and the man began to cum all over her ass.
"Jesus!" Buddy moaned. "Jesus, look at that! Look at that!"
The man was holding the shaft of his cock in his hand as it began to spurt. His cock was like a fountain; blobs and blobs of cum pumped out and splashed against her ass. I could see that his cock was trembling, and he held it stiffly in his hand, directing it against her. In the middle of his orgasm, he pushed it against her asshole, and even though he didn't enter her again, I could see the sperm jetting from the tip of his cock, and splatter, like bubbling oil, against the brown, puckered mouth of her anus. Then the cum began to spew all over, drenching her ass and cunt.
It was my turn now, and I let my orgasm rip loose. I stopped holding back, and relaxed the grip on my cunt. My breath gushed out like a broken balloon, and the bomb inside of me went off.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I screamed. "I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming!"
I dropped my weight down on top of Buddy's bubbling cock, and I felt something snap inside of me. My cunt became white hot, super-sensitive; I could feel every throb, every spit and sputter of Buddy's cock in my cunt. I pushed my legs down, trying to stiffen myself against the pleasure, and I began to moan out loud.
"Fuck hard, baby!" I cried. "Fuck me hard!"
A series of explosions went off in my cunt. Small, shattering ones that set off larger and more powerful ones, that set off a whole chain-reaction of devastating pleasures. The orgasm started at the tip of my womb and stabbed out like jagged knives, piercing my flesh. I felt something hot and runny down the insides of my thighs, and I couldn't be sure whether it was cum from Buddy's cock, or the fiery sensation of my own orgasm, turning my cunt to liquid.
I tightened my cunt muscles around the orgasm, as if I could contain it, but the pressure of my clutching cunt broke the orgasm off inside of me. It raked me all over until my insides were hollow from cumming, and I screamed again for release.
The orgasm peaked, shrieked insanely, and then died a long, throbbing death.
I opened my eyes and looked at the film. The scene had changed once more. Another man appeared on the screen, and he began to fuck the girl in her cunt. As he jabbed in and out of her, I could see cum dripping down the girl's ass, from before. The speed of the movie was gradually increased, until the man was thrusting so rapidly that it looked comical and unreal. At the appropriate moment, he pulled his cock from her cunt, and he began to cum all over her pussy. Sperm splashed in her cunt hair and dripped down her thighs. She was covered with cum.
Slowly Buddy pulled his cock out. "Jesus," he said. His voice sounded hollow, overwhelmed. "That was something. That was really something."
I nodded, but didn't answer.
Buddy and I watched the rest of the film in silence. The men all disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared, and the school girl was again alone in her bed. She woke suddenly and looked around the empty room. She was alone. Everything, she realized, had been a dream. She began to cry. The dream was over.
The film ended like that: a close-up of the girl crying, and I never knew how to interpret that last scene. Was the girl crying because it had been a dream, or because the dream was over?
Before I could decide, the film began to flap noisily around on the reel, and there was an empty white square of light in the enter of the screen. Buddy reached over and turned the projector off.
"Let it stay," I said, looking at the projector. "Put it away in the morning."
Buddy smiled at me in the dark. "Good. I'm too beat to put it away now, anyhow. That was fantastic. I feel drained." He began to clean his limp cock with tissues. "How was it for you?"
I got up out of the bed, holding a handkerchief to my cunt. "It was good, Buddy," I said. "Very good."
Awkwardly, with my hand between my legs, I began to walk toward the bathroom.
Buddy asked: "Are you going to be very long?"
"Awhile," I explained. "I'm going to clean up." I smiled at my husband. "Why don't you get to sleep? You don't have to wait up for me. Before you know it, it'll be morning."
Buddy's smile touched me across the dark room. "You don't mind?" he asked. "I am kind of tired, hon."
"I shook my head. "No. I don't mind. Go to sleep."
Buddy threw the soiled tissue on the floor, next to the bed. He pulled the bedcovers up around him and folded his pillow under his head. "Thanks, hon," he said. "See you in the morning. I love you."
I looked at him before I left the bedroom. "I love you too, Buddy," I said finally. "Good night."
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. It was late, but I took my time as I cleaned myself. I washed my complete body, from head to toe, with neurotic obsession, scrubbing every inch of flesh until it was pink and shiny. I paid special attention to my cunt, and I lingered there a very long time, making sure that every single drop of Buddy's cum was washed from my body. Then, when I was sure that I was clean, I took a pair of jeans and a shirt from out of the shower stall. Hidden behind the curtain, the clothing had been concealed earlier in the evening, before I had gone into the bedroom to make love to my husband. I put the jeans and shirt on, then opened the door to the bathroom.
The house beyond was very quiet. Buddy was snoring already. I walked swiftly to the children's room and looked in at them. They were sleeping soundly. Then, with equal swiftness, I returned to our bedroom, and from the closet, removed the suitcase that I had packed previously.
Standing in the doorway, I blew Buddy a kiss and walked out of the bedroom.
In the kitchen, I carefully opened the cabinet drawer and removed the note I had written. I read it without any feeling, then placed it on the counter-top, fixing it in place with the saltshaker.
I picked up the receiver of the telephone and dialed quietly. "Please send a taxi to eleven-eleven Broadview Road," I whispered. "How long will it take? I'm in a hurry."
"Ten minutes, lady."
"I'll be waiting outside."
I hung up and walked to the front door. I opened the door, then propped it open with my suitcase. I looked back into the shadowed house. Then I closed the door behind me for the last time.
It was ten minutes to two in the morning.
CHAPTER TWO
I leaned on the bell with all my weight, ringing it long and loud; then, transferring my urgency, I began to rap my knuckles against the wooden door. For a moment, panic raced through me, and I thought: He's not in! But the fear lasted only until I heard the unmistakable, but distant sounds of muffled movement coming like echoes from somewhere deep inside the apartment. Footsteps shuffled tiredly across the rug, moving towards the door.
"Who is it?" his voice said. The quality of his voice was harsh and thick, angry and slurred. He said the words again, less successfully, and his brittle, sleep-filled voice cracked. "Who is it?"
I removed my finger from the doorbell. "It's me!" I whispered sharply, directing the words to the joint of the door, where it closes against the doorjamb. "It's me, darling-Kathy!"
There was a low, rumbling sound from behind the closed door. "What?"
I knocked again, my wedding band clicking loudly as it struck the wooden door. "Kathy," I repeated. "Open the door, Grant!"
I heard the sound of a chain sliding down the door, and then a heavy click as the bolt of the lock slid back. The door parted a crack, and dim light spilled out into the hallway. The wedge of Grant's face was between the door and doorjamb. His gray eyes were heavy-lidded.
"Oh, my God," he muttered. He pulled the door open incredulously, in fits and jerks, as if the message was slow in plowing through to his brain. "Kathy! What the hell are you doing here?"
Grant Holland stood in the path of the open door, as if he were blocking my entrance. Sleep made his face look stupid, despite his rugged handsomeness. His blond, wavy hair was tousled and mixed, like a pale, rough sea, and he was naked to the waist, wearing only the bottoms of a blue and white pair of pajamas. The front of the pajamas were bulging with a sleepy hard-on, and a few blond pubic hairs poked out from the opened split in the material.
"Well," I said, lifting my suitcase, "aren't you going to ask me in?"
I watched my words hit his face as he tried to grab onto them to read their meaning. He blinked several times, then licked his top lip.
"Oh," he said sluggishly. "Yeah, sure. Come on in, Kathy. I'm sorry." Without thinking, he scratched his balls through the pajamas, then stretched and yawned loudly.
The apartment was lit by only a single lamp, further back in the room, on an end table next to a couch. It was a sparsely furnished room, and beside the couch, end table and lamp, there was a second end table, this one without a lamp, but a coffee table thickly covered with magazines. There were no curtains on the two windows to the left, but the blinds were drawn and closed so that only the smallest dark shadows oozed in from outside. There was a mottled gray-brown rug on the floor, running from wall to wall; it stretched the length of the room, disappearing off to the right, leading to another room. In front of the couch there was a television, with an open TV Guide on top of it. I walked into the room, carrying my suitcase, moving boldly past the still-numb Grant.
My presence in his living room finally roused him from his half-sleep. "Kathy! What the hell are you doing here? My God, it must be... " He lifted his arm and stared at his wrist, looking for the watch that was not there. "... very late," he said, dropping his arm. "Do you have a cigarette?"
I didn't smoke, and I reminded Grant of that. He accepted it with a nod of his head, then moved about the room, from ashtray to ashtray until he found a cigarette butt large enough. He put it in his mouth, then lit it with a slow-moving hand. He sucked deeply on the stubby butt, apparently absorbing strength from the smoke. When he looked up at me again, his face seemed calmer, more awake than it had a moment earlier. He took the cigarette from his lips.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. His gray eyes came to life, and I saw awareness glinting in them once again. "Did something happen?"
I dropped my suitcase and walked across the room to him. Grant was very tall, over six-two, and I slid my arms around his naked waist. I pressed my body against his, feeling the sweaty muscularity of his chest against my face. I squeezed his body hard, pressing my crotch against his groin. I could feel his hard-on through the thin fabric of his pajamas. Like his body, it was only half-awake.
"I've left him," I said simply. I ran the flat of my open palms up the wide vee of Grant's back. The muscles rippled under my scratching fingernails. "I've left Buddy," I said again, placing a single wet kiss on his chest. The hair there was so blond it was almost transparent. I licked his flesh with my tongue and it tasted salty. "I've finally done it-I've finally left the son of a bitch."
Grant pushed me away slightly with his hands. He looked down at me with his wide, expressive gray eyes. There was a blond stubble of a beard on his jutting chin. "In the middle of the night?" he asked. "Couldn't you have waited, Kathy? At least for the morning?"
I shook my head, then pressed myself against his hardness again. "No. I made up my mind. It took a long time in coming, but when I finally decided, I had to do it then. So I left. It's over."
Grant hugged me tightly to him, snaking his arms around my shoulders. My ear was pressed flat against his chest and I could hear his heart beating. His breathing was slow and even.
"Wow, Kathy. This is some surprise. I wish you would have told me-"
"I couldn't. I only decided last night."
Grant began to stroke my hair, comforting me, although I didn't need comforting. He moved his hand nervously up and down, from the top of my head to my shoulders. I pressed my cunt between his parted thighs, but his cock had suddenly gone limp.
"You're sure, then," he began, "that this is what you want? You're sure you want to leave him?"
I pulled my face away from his chest and looked up at him. For a moment, I felt a sudden stab of anxiety. "Of course I'm sure," I said. "This is what I want. This is what we've both wanted. We've discussed it, Grant."
He didn't return my look, and instead gazed across the dimly lit room. "Yes, of course. I guess it's just such a shock to me. Give me a minute or so to adjust to it."
"Kiss me, Grant," I said, leaning up against him. "Kiss me!"
Grant bent his face down, the same handsome face that I had grown to know and love through the last few months, and he parted his lips. His long, dark, curling eyelashes came down and locked in his eyes, and his nostrils quivered as he sucked in a breath of air. I strained up for his mouth, with my tongue already pushing between my lips.
Our mouths touched, and it was the same old electricity that had always been there, right from that first timid, exciting kiss. I felt a swell of confidence well up in me, and I used the feeling to beat my fears and doubts away. I kissed Grant passionately.
He parted his lips for my darting tongue, and I slid effortlessly into his mouth. His flesh was dry and cottony, but I licked it excitedly with my wet tongue, flitting it over the lump of his tongue and between the hard ridges of his teeth. I could taste sleep in Grant's mouth, and that excited me more than anything else. It was so intimate.
I ground my mouth against his soft, pliant lips, licking away the thickness of sleep until I found the first flicker of passion. Then Grant began to kiss me back, pushing my tongue back into my mouth with the sudden thrust of his awakened tongue. I grabbed it between my teeth, sucking in deeply, until I felt my mouth engorged with the moist, spongy slip and slide of his darting tongue. My nipples began to tingle, and I felt life stirring in his turgid cock. I pressed the mound of my cunt against it, grinding hard until I felt the crease of my stiff jeans biting into the crack of my cunt. My clit began to tingle as my thighs strained upward, and I tried to bring myself into even closer contact with his cock. His hand came involuntarily up to my breast, and when I felt his fingers tightening around the swollen orb, I broke off the kiss.
My cheeks were flushed, and I pressed my face against his chest again. I locked my fingers together around his back and squeezed him with all my might.
"Oh, God," I sighed. "You're what I need, Grant. A man. A real man. I'm tired of making love to a piece of ineffectual mush like Buddy. I need a man to make me feel like a woman."
Grant began to stroke my hair again. "Does he know about me?" he asked tentatively. "I mean... about us?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so. Oh, he might suspect that I've been seeing someone, but nothing more than that. Buddy would never do anything more than suspect. He's never taken any definitive action about anything in his life. Even his career is just a series of accidents. He drifts from thing to thing without any direction or goal. He'll never do anything. It would be too out of character for him." I squeezed Grant again, straining my arms. "God, how I hate him."
Grant's hand was still on my breast, and his fingers were working in and out absently. He pinched into the flesh, then released it. My nipple was hard and stiff, and it was rubbing through the material of my shirt as the broad palm of his hand pressed into the tit.
He lifted the breast suddenly, cupping it in his hand, palming it through my blouse. "Hey, hey. What is this? You don't have a bra on, Kathy. I can feel your nipple."
"Nor panties either," I admitted. His cock throbbed suddenly, and I pressed my cunt hard against it. "All I have on is my pants and shirt. Take them off and I'll be naked."
Grant laughed softly. "Jesus, you really must have been in a hurry to get out of there.".
I shook my head against the comforting warmth of his chest. There was bitterness in my voice. "You don't know, baby, how bad it was for me. It was like being in a prison. From the first day I met you, I knew I could never stay with Buddy. It was only a matter of time."
An image of Buddy and the children flashed in my mind, and an inexplicable stab of guilt shook my body. I pressed myself even harder against Grant, grinding my cunt against his awakened cock. I pushed the image out of my mind and concentrated on the pleasure Grant's hand was pressing into my breast. Gradually the guilt passed.
I slid my hand down his back, over his hard ass, and around his thigh until I placed my hand on his crotch. I caught his long, thick cock through the fabric of his pajamas and pressed my finger in on either side, trapping it against his body. I could feel the heat of his excitement baking up into my palm.
"You're almost naked, too," I said, fondling his cock. "You have even less on than I have."
"Hhhmmm, that feels good. You're getting me all excited, Kathy."
I rubbed my hand up and down the length of the organ. It was longer and thicker and harder than Buddy's. "Good. That's what I had in mind. I want to get you excited."
I slipped my hand into the slitted opening in the front of Grant's pajamas. His flesh was warm and soft. I could feel the hair on his crotch as my hand slid forward. His balls dangled between his parted, muscular thighs. I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of his cock, and I stroked it slowly, sensually, up and down, from the thick throbbing base down to the swollen, hot cockhead.
"My God," I said softly. "I love touching you. It's so hard and smooth, so beautiful. It's such an erotic feeling."
"It's an exciting feeling." He opened the top button of my blouse and slipped his hand in. He cupped my naked tit in his hand, squeezing the flesh, pinching the nipple between his thumb and index fingers. The nipple began to tingle, and pleasure spread down into my body.
I grasped his cock in my hand and pulled it out of the pajamas. Then I dove my hand back in, underneath his cock, and pulled out his balls. They hung heavily down the front of the pajama bottoms, and the sight of them excited me. For a woman, there is something decidedly obscene about a cock and pair of balls hanging naked down the front of a pair of pants. Something deeply erotic and exciting.
"I think I want to fuck," I said, stroking his naked cock up and down. I was purposely obscene. I felt liberated, and that seemed an appropriate way for expressing my feelings. "I want to fuck you, Grant, I want to feel your cock in my cunt."
He laughed softly, squeezing my breast. "My God Kathy, you have changed. You're going to intimidate me."
I took the circumcised head of his cock in my hand and squeezed my fingers into the spongelike flesh. The throbbing, hot cockhead deflated until I could cup it in the palm of my hand. Then it began to grow larger again, as if it were filling with hot air, inflating.
"Take me into your bedroom," I said, "and I'll do more than intimidate you. I'll give you a night you'll never forget."
Grant laughed softly again. "We'd better do something. We can't stand here in the doorway of my living room all night. Not, at least, with my cock hanging out."
This time I laughed. "Why not? Are you afraid your neighbors will see how well hung you are?" I took his cock in my hand and shook it quickly up and down several times, pointing it at the open door. His balls bounced up and down, banging against my hand.
"Well, I'm not ashamed of it," I added. "I'm very proud of your cock. It's given me a great deal of pleasure."
Grant pulled slowly away from my grip. "I still think we should close the door."
"Spoil-sport."
He walked over to the door, his cock jutting stiffly from the parted pajamas. He closed the door softly, locking it, then fixing the chain lock. His balls were pale and wrinkled, covered with long fine hair. They jiggled as he walked.
He came back into the room and picked up my suitcase. "Just this one?" he asked.
"I travel light. You don't mind, do you? That you put me up for a while?"
"Of course not."
"You know-just until I get settled. There's so much to do: lawyers, court, everything."
Grant touched my arm, pushing me towards the bedroom. "Don't be silly," he said. Then, with a wicked grin on his lips, he added: "I'm looking forward to it."
His cock was still out, and as I turned and started for the darkened room, I reached down and touched the organ. I slid my hand up and down.
"I can see you're looking forward to it," I joked. "You seem to be really hot for the idea."
We stepped into the bedroom, and Grant switched on a wall light. The room was suddenly flooded in a bright splash of light. The room had a functional masculinity about it. There was a single window on the far wall, and like the two in the living room, it was uncurtained. The bed was set up in the middle of the room, with the headboard against the left wall. It was a large double bed, with the covers flipped back and rumpled. There were two pillows, one atop the other, placed in the middle of the mattress, with the deep indentation of an invisible head. There was a single nightstand on the right side of the bed, with a round globe light that looked like a crystal ball. Next to the window there was a straight-back chair, with a pair of pants folded neatly over the back, and a sports jacket hanging straight down.
"I've never been in your bedroom before," I said, walking into the room. "You should have brought me here sooner, instead of all those motel rooms. It's very nice."
There was a pair of shorts on the floor, next to the bed, and Grant kicked them under the mattress.
"Thank you," he said, smiling. "I'm glad to have you here."
He put the suitcase down on the floor, at the foot of the bed. His cock had wilted slightly, but it was still stiff and poking from the opened pajamas.
"Do you want to hang any of this stuff up?" he asked, indicating the suitcase.
I shook my head. "No. I want to get fucked. Right now."
Something wet and hot flickered in Grant's eyes, and his cock seemed to get rigid. "That suits me fine."
Before he had a chance to say another word, I covered his mouth with my lips. I gagged him with my tongue, stuffing it down his throat, licking wetly through his warm saliva. I could feel the hard edge of his teeth under the softness of his lips, and I pressed tightly against it, sucking on his tongue until it filled my mouth.
"Uummm," he moaned, spreading the soft words into my open mouth. His body stirred, and he pulled me to him.
I took his cock in my hand, stroked it once or twice, then I placed it between my thighs, trapping it against my denim-wrapped cunt. I pressed down with my pussy and closed my thighs, squeezing my legs as tightly together as I could. His hard cock throbbed against my cunt.
My tits got hard, and the nipples began to swell until they were painfully stiff. I felt a wetness, way up inside of me, that began to ooze and trickle down until the lips of my cunt began to separate and feel sticky. My clit got hard, and as I moved, grinding down into Grant's cock, the coarse material of the jeans rubbed erotically against the swollen nub of flesh. Pleasure started shooting down my legs, and my cunt got very warm and hot.
I pulled my mouth away from Grant's lips, but his tongue followed me. He licked it against my lips and cheeks, punctuating my words with stabs of his tongue.
"Take your pants off," I whispered, eyes closed. "Lay back on the bed naked. I want to do something to you."
Grant moved his lips to my ear, and I felt his hot breath billow in wetly. He licked the outer edge of my ear, and throbs of pleasure gave me chills.
"What do you want to do to me?" he asked, sinking the words erotically into my ear. "What do you want to do to me, Kathy-lover?"
I crushed down with my cunt. I said: "I want to suck your cock."
Grant giggled excitedly. "That sounds like fun."
I ignored his words and pushed him back urgently. I was excited now by what I had in mind, impatient to do what I was thinking. My mouth was dry, and I licked my tongue over my lips. I swallowed dryly.
"Let me do it," I said, pushing him further back.
Grant stepped back another foot or so, until the back of his knees came in contact with the edge of the mattress. He stood there, with his head cocked to the side, a vague smile on his lips, his hands dangling at his sides. His cock jutted from the pushed-open hole in the pajamas, and I could see the faint white-blond patch of his pubic hair against his deeply tanned flesh.
Without another word, I reached out and unsnapped the pajamas. My hands were trembling as I pulled the limp material down his thighs. I was leaning forward, almost on my knees, the end of his cock only inches away from my face. I had to consciously hold back to keep from sinking my lips down the length of his stiff organ. Grant stepped out of his pajamas, and I flipped them behind me. He stood stark naked in front of me now.
"Lay back on the bed," I said. My nipples were hard and my mouth was still dry. "Hang your legs off the edge of the mattress."
Grant did as I asked, laying back with his thighs spread wide, his cock standing stiffly in the air. His balls hung down heavily between his legs, and his ass was flattened against the mattress. He pulled a pillow from above him and curled it under his head, propping him up.
"Good," I said. I squeezed my own breast in my closing hand, pinching the nipple through the material of my blouse. "Get comfortable. I want you to watch. I want you to watch what I'm going to do."
I unbuttoned my blouse, then pulled it from the top of my jeans. My breasts parted the fabric with their quivering firmness. One nipple caught on the edge of the seam, half covering the tit. I licked my lips at the sight of it.
"Aren't you going to shut the light?" Grant asked. The smile was still on his lips, but his cock was deadly serious.
"No. No, I'm not," I said. I unsnapped the top of my jeans and began to pull the zipper down. "I want the light on. I want you to watch- everything."
The zipper opened and revealed the brownish patch of my pubic hair. The color looked so pale against my milk-white flesh. I pushed the jeans down my long legs, and I stepped out of them. My thighs were spread wide, and I could see the nub of my clit pushing the swollen lips of my cunt ever-so-slightly apart. I could feel a wetness moving down inside of me, and the cool air of the room licked up between my parted legs and tickled at my damp cunt.
"You have a beautiful body, Kathy," Grant said. His eyes burned against my nakedness. "My God! You're beautiful!"
I sucked in air through my open mouth, and I realized I was trembling. I took my first step forward, slow and unsure, and then my second and third. I was between his open thighs, and our nakedness touched. I closed my eyes, then opened them. I took another deep breath and expelled it slowly as I sunk down on my knees. I leaned forward and began to suck on the end of Grant's cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned as my tongue curled around the head of his trembling organ. "My God!"
I reached up and, with both hands, took Grant's cock and pulled it towards my mouth. I licked out at the purplish head with the flat of my tongue, licking upward. I ran my tongue under the edge of the cockhead, moving from the top to the bottom, and then around again to the point I began from. Then I licked upward, over the swollen broad head, and Grant trembled with pleasure.
"That's beautiful!" he groaned. He strained his thighs up, pressing his cock against my tongue, trying to slip it into my mouth. His eyes were open wide, and he was staring down between his parted thighs. "That's fantastic, Kathy! Fantastic!"
I rolled my tongue over and over, wetting the head of Grant's cock. The organ swelled and got red, and I could see little trickles of saliva running down the curved ridge. I stuck my tongue into the slitted opening, trying to insert it as deeply as I could, wriggling it from side to side.
"Suck it, baby!" he moaned. I could feel the heat of his organ pressing into my hand. "Suck it, Kathy, suck it!"
I moved closer to his cock, leaning over his upturned crotch. I could smell the sweat rising up from between his legs-that raunchy, manly odor that woman find so stimulating. I slid my hands from the shaft of his cock and pressed my fingers down flat against his hard belly. Then, just with the tip of my tongue, I began to lick the head of his cock very rapidly, slapping my tongue up and down against him, until his cock bobbled back and forth under my wet attack.
"Holy shit!" he moaned. "Where did you learn that? You're great, Kathy. You're really great."
I was inspired, I thought, excited by my own creativity. All I could think of was how little I enjoyed sucking Buddy's cock, and how much I was enjoying giving pleasure to Grant. I wanted my mouth to do everything to his cock! I wanted to suck it so hard and so long that it would be raw with pleasure-until he would beg me to stop and let him cum! And I was going to-let him cum in my mouth!
I slid one hand back up to his cock, to hold it in place, and I turned my face to the side. I opened my mouth and took the side of his cock between my lips. I slid my face up and down the slippery thickness of the trembling shaft, wetting the entire length of the organ without sucking on it. I flitted my tongue against the side of the shaft, wetting my own fingers that were holding his cock in place, licking him until saliva dripped down his cock and collected in a puddle in his pubic hair. I slid my tongue all the way out and around the sturdy column of pink flesh. I could feel him throbbing under me, like a steady, insistent pulse. I moved my mouth, running it rapidly up and down one side of his cock, and then, turning, up and down the other side.
"Goddamn it!" he moaned. His thighs were quivering, and the head of his cock had swollen to twice its normal size. "Suck it, damnit! You're teasing the shit out of me!"
I pulled my mouth back. My chin was all wet, and saliva dripped down from my lips.
"Good!" I cried. "I want to tease you. I want to get you so hot that you beg me to suck it out of you."
Grant stared down at me, his eyes wide. "Jesus, you are in a wild mood tonight. You ought to leave your husband more often."
I opened my mouth wide and slipped it over the cap of his cock. Grant trembled as my lips made contact with his hot flesh. He thrust his hips up, jackknifing them, trying to drive the length of his cock down my throat. I pulled back and rolled my tongue over the head of his cock. He relaxed and flattened his legs against the mattress.
"Ooohhh-hh!" he moaned. "Beautiful, beautiful!"
I could feel his cock in my mouth. It was hard and hot, and had a stale, salty taste. I could feel the trembling flesh scrape erotically past my teeth as it slid into my mouth. My lips were pulled in a tight, puckered circle around the thick shaft, and I licked the head of the cock with a steady, rotating arc. I sucked up suddenly, and I could feel the edges of his cock touching both sides of my drawn-in cheeks. I pushed up with my tongue and pressed the pulsing shaft against the roof of my mouth.
I wrapped both hands around his cock, and I slid them up towards my widely stretched lips. The shaft of his cock was slippery with the saliva I had left from before, and my hands glided effortlessly up. I greeted the movement with a downward plunge of my lips, and as the hardness of Grant's cock pushed into my mouth, my hands and lips came together, about at the middle of his cock.
He was throbbing in my mouth, and I felt him getting hotter and thicker. The head expanded across the back of my tongue, and I had to open my mouth even wider to suck in air around the thick plug of his cock. I dropped my hands down the remaining length of his cock, the part that was still outside of my mouth, and I tried to allow my lips to follow the downward plunge. My lips pushed out, and I felt the hard roundness of his cock sliding into my open mouth.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" Grant cried. "Suck it all! Suck it all, Kathy!"
Inch by desperate inch, the pulsing length of his wide, thick cock slid up into my sucking mouth. My jaws ached from being stretched so unmercifully, and my nostrils quivered as the bristling hair on his flat belly tickled at my nose. My hands were flattened, one on top of the other, pressing down into his groin, and my lips were almost down to the base of his cock. I felt close to gagging; the long hardness of his cock was so far back into my mouth, it was pressing my tongue down like a tongue depressor. My tongue was curled, like a wet compress, around the broad base of his cock, and I licked upward as far as I could move my tongue around his hardness.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus... "
Grant's heels were digging into the floor, and he was arching his back up, straining to get the few remaining inches into my mouth. The muscles of his thighs quivered tensely, and his balls were drawn up in a tight compact package under the inverted wedge of his cock.
I strained with all my might, sucking desperately on the fleshy tube of his cock, fighting back the urge to push away from his cock. I finally managed to slide the last inch or two past my straining lips. My mouth touched the hair base of his belly.
I slid rapidly back, feeling my mouth deflating as the hardness of Grant's cock slipped from my mouth. The pain lessened in my jaw, and I could breathe once more. As his cock narrowed, I tightened my lips around the shaft until I was stopped by the ridge of his cockhead. Then I licked the top of his cock with several swirling flits of my tongue, and then I darted forward and ground my tongue against the sensitive underside of the cock, underneath the cockhead.
"That's fantastic, Kathy!" Granted groaned. He jumped when my tongue touched him there. "Fantastic!"
I licked upward, starting from the middle of his cock, stroking up the underside until my tongue nuzzled against the sensitive packet of nerve ending at the tip of his cock. I licked rapidly, darting, stabbing my tongue forward, slapping his flesh until the cock quivered it my hands.
Grant couldn't resist being impassive any longer, and he grabbed onto my head with both hands. He tangled his fingers in my hair, one hand on either side of my head, and he pulled my mouth against his jumping cock with all his might. He tried to jam it down my throat once again, but I pulled back and broke off the embrace.
"No-don't!" he protested. "It's too good!"
But I ignored his request, and sunk my face down the length of his cock, until my mouth was nuzzling against his widely spread thighs. I licked the whole base of his cock with my slippery tongue, then I lowered my face even further, and I began to lick his balls.
Grant hunched up, pulling my hair. "Jesus, Kathy! You're driving me crazy! God."
I sucked one ball into my mouth, and he moaned. I rolled the hairy ball around on my tongue, savoring it, feeling it slide elusively from side to side in my mouth. The tightly wrinkled flesh felt smooth to my exploring tongue, and his fine, silken hair kept getting caught between my teeth. Then I sucked the other testicle into my mouth, and Grant nearly went crazy.
"Oh Christ, Kathy," he moaned. He thrashed around on the mattress like a fish out of water. "My God... I've never... never!"
I rolled his balls around in my mouth, washing them over with my tongue, and I sucked them back into my throat as far as they would slide. I reached up above me, grasped the shaft of Grant's slippery cock between my two hands, and wrapped my fingers around it. And, as I sucked his balls, I began to jerk him off.
His cock was smooth and slimy in my hands, and the shaft of his cock oozed between my fingers as if it were greased. My strokes were long and exaggerated, up and down the dripping pole of his cock, jerking him off with my hands, while my sucking, drinking mouth licked at his balls.
"Oh God... oh God... oohhhh!"
I was excited beyond anything I've ever known in my life. My brain swirled with white-hot passion, and I had difficulty focusing my eyes. My breasts were pressed against the mattress, and the cool silky friction of the sheets was like raw sandpaper against my swollen nipples. My cunt was opening and closing like a drowning mouth, and my whole crotch dripped with a thick, wet discharge that poured out of my cunt. The insides of my thighs were coated with wetness, and my cunt made a squishy-wet noise as I moved from side to side.
I spit Grant's balls from my mouth, but I continued to slide my hands up and down the length of his cock. I propped myself up on his thighs, and I stared up at him.
His crotch was so wet, it looked as if he had wet himself: saliva dripped from his cock in fine, clear trickles of saliva. His hair glistened, and it was matted wetly down against my crotch. His balls plopped against his sloppy crotch, and oozed wetly down his open thighs.
"Turn over," I said, looking up at his face. I had hair in my mouth, and I tried to work it out.
His eyes flapped in confusion. Sweat dripped down his face. "What?"
"Turn over!" I demanded.
"But-"
"Turn over!"
Awkwardly, obediently, Grant turned over. I sat back on my haunches, holding his cock with one hand, as he moved about on the bed. His cock pointed down, and I slid my hand up and down its length.
"Get up on your hands and knees," I commanded. I leaned forward and guided him up with his cock.
He didn't question my command. He did as I asked.
I leaned forward, with one hand on his cock, and the other spreading the cheeks of his ass. I slid my tongue into his asshole.
"Uuuhhhhh!" Grant cried, making a sound like a cry of pain. His body reacted as if I had stabbed him. He jerked forward, away from my tongue, and cried out in anguish. "Oh, sweet Jesus... oh!"
I followed the forward movement of his ass with my tongue, sinking it further into his anus. The tight brown ring squeezed down around my curled tongue, but I pushed up fiercely, spearing into his body until more than half of my tongue was inside of him. His ass cheeks quivered in my face, and his thighs shook like rubber.
"Kathy... Kathy!" His back was arched stiffly, and his ass stood out like twin moons in the brilliant light of the bedroom illumination. "My God, I feel like you're raping me!"
The passageway was tight and hot, and I slid my head from side to side, rotating my tongue, screwing it up into his body. He jumped and twisted, like a bug on the end of a pin, and screamed in pleasure and agony as my tongue sunk deeper and deeper up his anus. I squeezed his cock with my fingernails, and I raked the throbbing organ as I continued to jerk him off.
"I'm gonna cum soon!" he cried, pushing back now, pressing his open ass against my tongue. "I'm gonna cum soon, Kathy!"
My jaw began to tremble and my arm arched. I tightened my fist around his cock, jerking it rapidly, until my arm felt like it was going to fall off. I could hear my tongue oozing in and out, and his anus began to make a deep squeezing. His balls swung in a blurred arc through the air, hanging down obscenely between his parted thighs, and every time I jerked his cock forward, his balls swung up and banged into my hand.
"Soon, Kathy, soon! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... "
I flattened my mouth between the cheek of Grant's ass, pressing my lips, into the slippery crack. I thrust my tongue forward with all my strength, sinking it into his body, stretching it its full-length from my mouth. The closing hole gripped it excitedly, and it felt like it was going to rip it out by the roots.
"Now!" Grant screamed. "I gonna cum... now!"
I pulled my tongue quickly from his asshole and tightened my fist around the tip of Grant's cock, squeezing in as if it was a stopper-valve and I could prevent the flow of his sperm. I held the organ as tightly as I could, and dropped down between Grant's stiff, open thighs. I lay on my back, looking up at his crotch, and I pushed myself along the mattress, with my hand still closing shut the tip of his cock.
"Oh my God!" Grant screamed. "My balls feel like they're going to explode!"
I jerked forward, reaching up, and I pulled his cock down into my open mouth. My neck strained upward, my jaw fully slack, and I jammed Grant's cock between my lips.
"I'm cumming!" he cried. "Kathy, I'm cumming!"
I sucked his cock into my mouth, pressing my lips forward until I had swallowed more than half of the throbbing organ. His flesh was hot, and his hairy crotch bristled under my nose. He jerked his hips forward, stabbing down, driving the other half of his cock into my mouth, hunching between my greedy, sucking lips in a driving, fucking motion.
And then, for the first time in my life, I tasted cum.
The top of Grant's cock seemed to come off in my mouth, as if it were a cap, and the pressure building in his balls had popped it off. Like an open faucet, sperm gushed in a solid stream into my mouth. It was hot and salty, a thick, spreading warm wetness.
It puffed out my cheeks and filled my mouth with its splattering gush. I drank in deeply, my eyes closed, sucking on the end of his cock as if it were some kind of thick, hollow straw. I hollowed my cheeks, drew my breath in, and swallowed heavily.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming... " Grant cried, driving his sputtering, pulsing cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.
"I'm cumming!' His cock was pressed right against my throat, and I drank down the thick, milky liquid. His cock gushed the gooey fluid, and my tongue flipped it back, sucking it down my throat and into my belly. My mouth was filled with his hot cream, making my teeth and tongue slippery. It oozed out from between my tightly drawn lips as I sucked on the throbbing column of flesh. I rolled my tongue thickly through it, and I could feel the cum spurting from the small, slitted hole, belching out its liquid fire against my tongue. I tickled the tip rapidly as I sucked, and even more cum jetted into my slippery, drawing mouth.
And then-impossibly, unbelievably, without any build-up-I began to cum!
My cunt just gripped in a sudden, shattering spasm of exquisite ecstasy, and wave after wave of explosive, spontaneous orgasm ripped through my trembling body like a battering tornado. The pleasure lifted my body and began to skyrocket. I screamed around the wet, pumping flesh of Grant's deflating cock. Claws of vibrating sensation ripped my body in half, and then the two separate halves suddenly crumbled into a billion tiny quivering slivers of raw flesh. I jumped and thrashed and moaned and cried my orgasm from my body until there was a numbness inside of me. And then, still sucking Grant's cock, I passed out.
CHAPTER THREE
The lapse into unconsciousness lasted only an instant, and the next thing I realized, I was under Grant's body. His cock had shriveled in my mouth. His blond-haired crotch loomed above me like some crazy pink sky of flesh, and I could feel his balls resting heavily on my chin. Cum oozed from my mouth.
"My God," Grant muttered, still on his hands and knees, as I had positioned him. "My God, my God."
My mouth was filled with cum, and I felt a sudden nausea. I spit the dead piece of flesh from between my lips and swallowed the remaining thick discharge that coated my mouth. It slid coldly down my throat, like clotted saliva, and I realized, after all, it really didn't have any taste. The feeling of nausea passed.
"Move," I said. The word felt strange in my mouth after everything else that had been in there. I pushed at the frozen stiffness of Grant's canopied body. He tilted to the side and fell over next to me. I watched his shrunken cock flop wetly against his thigh.
"My God, Kathy," he muttered again. "That was," he searched for a word, then gave up, "... fantastic. Just... fantastic."
The realization of what I had done began to touch my awareness. It was fantastic, I agreed. Much more fantastic than Grant could ever possibly know. My tongue felt like a thick lump in my mouth, and I licked my lips. I shuddered once, violently.
"I feel drained," Grant said. "I'm exhausted, Kathy. God."
I turned with a painful effort and looked at him. He was lying on his side, with one hand thrown over his face, shielding his eyes from the glare of the overhead light. His body glistened wetly, and his chest moved up and down in deep, fitful heaves. A thin bubble of cum dribbled from his flaccid cock and stained his deeply tanned thigh.
"I came," I said suddenly. The admission embarrassed me, but I didn't know why it should. My body felt unusual, and I felt like a stranger inside of it.
Grant turned slowly and looked at me from under the cover of his arm. "Did you? Really?"
I nodded, then shrugged my shoulders. "Yes."
"Without touching yourself or anything? Just... spontaneously?"
"Uh-huh. It was crazy. It's never happened to me before."
Grant rubbed his eye with his fist. "You must have been really hot. Excited. For something like that to happen."
I shrugged again. "I guess I was. I had to be to do what I did. That was the first time I've ever done that... other thing, do you know that? The first time. In all the years I've been married to Buddy, I never once did that for him. Did you know that?"
Grant nodded. "Yes. You told me that once. That you never did that for him."
"I guess it really proves how I feel about you." I stopped to think for a moment. "I guess it proves that I really do love you."
Grant waited a long while before he answered. He turned over on his side, away from me. "I guess it does prove... something."
My breathing was slowly returning to normal, and I could feel my cunt closing up. The sweat was evaporating from my body, and the cool night air chilled me. I shuddered once, but I don't think it was from the cold.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Something's the matter."
Grant laughed. He pushed himself up on the bed, then fell weakly back down. He laughed again, but there was no humor in the sound.
"Don't be silly," he said. "Nothing's wrong. What gave you an idea like that?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can feel it," I said. "I'm sensitive that way. It's like something cold has come between us."
"Jesus," he laughed, forcing a casualness into his voice that was as unreal as a reflection in a mirror. "You're really something, you know that? I'm just tired, that's all. Tired. Exhausted. You knocked me out."
There was no conviction in his voice, and I think he knew it. He pushed himself angrily up from the bed until he was sitting up. He dangled his feet over the end of the mattress. He yawned, then got up, then walked to the head of the bed and sat down again. The length of the bed separated our two naked bodies.
"Jeez, it's late." He lifted his watch from his night table and studied it. Then he dropped it back down. He lifted a package of cigarettes, shook one out, and put it in his mouth. He lit it and dragged on it. "There is one thing, though," he said, finally. "Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea... "
The feeling of emptiness inside of me deepened, like the warning I knew it had been. There was a chilliness in the room now, and I shuddered from it. Slowly, with an effort, I pushed myself up on the bed until I was sitting erect, with my back to Grant, my naked legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. A thin trickle of cum wiggled down my chin and dripped coldly on my breast. I picked up the sheet and wiped my mouth.
"I really don't want you to get the wrong idea, Kathy," he continued, sucking in and blowing out puffs of smoke from his cigarette. "Because I like you, Kathy. I like you very much. You're a really fun person to be with."
I stared at the wall ahead of me, only half listening, knowing intuitively how the words would sound, what they would say. I had said them to myself, or thought them rather, to Buddy, my husband. With one foot extended in front of me, I reached for my hastily discarded jeans and shirt, laying on the floor like a colorful, dead lump.
"I don't even mind you staying with me... for a while," he continued. "You're a good partner. A good bed partner. You make love really well. And... that was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life... "
Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, I thought, shutting out Grant's words, knowing already where he was building them to. I did it for him to punish you, because it was something you've always wanted me to do. And now that I've done it, all it is to him was that it was the best blowjob he's ever had in his life. There is something very sad about that.
"As I said," he said, "I've always liked you, Kathy. You were fun to be with, fun in bed. But, for me anyhow, it was never anything more than that- just good fun. I mean, I like you-like you a lot, but that's all I do-like you. Nothing more than that."
I sighed heavily. I reached down and placed my discarded shirt and jeans on the bed. "Don't be silly, Grant," my voice said. "What ever gave you the idea it was anything more than that? We were just two adults. Two consenting adults. We had a thing for each other. Physical, nothing more. The hots for each other."
"Exactly!" Grant agreed, missing the irony of my tone, or wishing to miss it. He sounded relieved. "We like each other and all, Kathy, but it was just... fun. Right?"
"Sure. Just fun. Good clean fun."
The conversation continued like that, with me staring at the blank wall in front of me, and Grant behind me, at the other end of the bed, smoking a cigarette and staring at my naked back. It was as close as we would ever come to communicating, I suddenly realized.
"I mean you gotta understand," he said, looking sheepish. "I'm what? Twenty-nine, thirty? Jeez, I forget. Well, whatever, the point I'm trying to make is that I'm too young to think about settling down. Right? I got a lotta good times still ahead of me. And my career to think about, right? Then, maybe in five years... maybe then... "
Sure, I thought, without any bitterness, without any rancor. And me, I'm twenty-eight. I'm over the hill. Married eight years. I've left my husband, my children, my home. None of that matters. Grant has his career to think about.
There was no sense in getting hurt or angry or furious, I saw that now. So Grant had been stringing me along, perfecting his line on me. And I had fallen for it-stupidly, blindly, completely, like some silly schoolgirl. Like some romantic schoolgirl's dream. So I made a mistake on top of everything, like the cherry on a cold, sickly sweet sundae. I had my first affair in eight years, I fell for Grant, and foolishly, I left my husband and my home for a man who was only in love with my cunt. So what? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered now.
"You can understand how I feel," he asked. "Can't you, Kathy? You know how it is, don't you?"
He wanted me to agree now. He wanted my approval. Well, why not? I can't blame Grant for everything. My marriage had been bad a long time before I met Grant. Buddy's always been a weak, indecisive man. I needed someone strong, someone to rein me in. Buddy couldn't do it, and I thought Grant could. But he didn't care enough to make the effort. It wasn't his problem. All he wanted was an intimate relationship-no strings attached. Well, there were no strings. Not, at least, for him there wasn't.
"I understand, Grant," I said. And I did. I really did understand. Grant wasn't at fault. He was only the catalyst. Before Grant, there first had to be Buddy and me and our marriage. "I understand," I repeated. "I do, Grant, really I do."
I could almost hear him smile and sigh with relief. "I'm glad. I'm... I'm glad you do, Kathy. It makes things so much... easier this way."
I had to fight to keep from laughing. He was laying it on thick. Like a healing salve, spreading it into the open wounds, trying to salvage whatever he could from this shattered encounter. His cock wasn't even dry, and he was already thinking about another piece of ass.
"Hey, Kathy!" he said explosively, in a calm, untouched friendliness that was completely detached from what had happened in the last few minutes. It was as if Grant was another person who had just come into the room.
"Jesus, look what time it is," he said again. I heard him swing his feet around, off the bed. He ground his cigarette out in the ashtray. "Jeez, Kathy, it's late. We better be getting to sleep. It'll be morning before you know."
I stood up, with my back still to him, and slid my arm into the open sleeve of my shirt.
"Kathy?" Grant said softly. "What are you doing?"
I slid my arm into the other sleeve, then I buttoned up the blouse. I said: "I'm getting dressed, Grant."
He started to come around the mattress, but stopped. "I can see that. The question is why. Why are you getting dressed? It's time for bed."
I pulled my jeans up my naked legs, and snapped them and zipped them. I put my feet into my shoes, and moved them around until they were comfortable.
"I'm going, Grant," I said.
"Going?" He repeated the word like a weak echo. "Are you crazy? It's almost five o'clock in the morning! Where the hell are you going now?"
I turned and looked at him. He was standing naked, his thick thighs parted, and his tall, tanned body growing up from the floor like some stark tree. He was tall and handsome, the perfect model of masculinity, with his long, thick cock hanging limply between his thighs. There was shock, surprise, anger, disappointment and hurt on his handsome face.
"I'm going," I said simply. "Just going away."
Grant stepped towards me, then stopped. His cock swung between his legs and slapped wetly against the curling hairs on his muscular thigh.
"Are you going home-back to Buddy?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"But-" I turned away from his objection and walked out of the bedroom. I left my suitcase behind, purposely. I walked through the living room, and had the chain lock open before Grant thought to follow me.
"Are you coming back?" he asked. He was carrying my suitcase in his hand. He looked like some crazy naked boy, running away from home.
I unsnapped the other lock, then opened the door. "I don't know."
"Don't forget your suitcase, Kathy," he said, holding it out to me.
I turned and walked through the open door, out into the dimly lit hallway.
"Kathy! Kathy!" he said, stepping out into the hallway naked. He realized it, and stopped, with my suitcase still in his hand. "You're forgetting-"
"Keep it Grant," I said, without turning. "As a souvenir."
The elevator slid silently up, and the door opened. I stepped in.
"Kathy!" Grant called, but the door closed, cutting off his words. That was the last I saw of him- standing there in the doorway of his room, stark naked, all six-foot-two of him, with my suitcase in his hand.
It was the second time tonight I had said goodbye. It was getting to be a bad habit. But it was easier this time. It is always easier when you do something for a second time.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a small, well-lit diner, the first place I found open so late at night, and I walked in for a cup of coffee and a few moments time to think. Fortunately, I had thought to take my pocketbook with me when I left Grant's apartment, so I wasn't completely on my own in New York City. I had several hundred dollars in my wallet, the total withdrawal of my secret savings account. It was my escape money.
The diner was almost empty, and I was grateful for that. I always feel so self-conscious going anywhere by myself, and I slinked in and made a dash for the corner counter stool. I climbed awkwardly up and slid onto the slick, rounded stool. It fit my ass uncomfortably, but I was glad to be sitting anywhere. I exhaled slowly, and placed my pocketbook on the counter-top, holding onto the leather bag protectively with both my hands.
My head was spinning, and I think I was having a delayed reaction to what happened with Grant. I was so cool, so calm and understanding in his apartment, and I hadn't thought to make a scene. I simply left cleanly, ladylike, taking my punishment without whimpering.
Then, when I hit the dark street, the repressed emotions welled up and blasted my head open. It was like drinking-you sometimes don't feel it until you go out in the air. I was feeling it now. All of the anger, pain, hurt and disappointment that I had refused to deal with before. Now, alone, without the safety-valve of screaming, I had to sort out my life to see what I could do with it. Up to now, I had made a total wreck of it.
The counterman was at the other end of the shiny formica counter, talking in a mumbling monotone to a man who was holding a cup of black coffee in his meaty hands. The counterman, an older man, with fat tired-looking jowls and small black pin-eyes that looked like raisins stuck in raw dough, continued to talk to the man with the coffee. If he knew that I had come in, he pretended not to notice, and he made no attempt to run over and serve me.
I took a deep breath and tried to force myself to relax. I looked at my watch. Twenty-five minutes after five. Where the hell was I going to go at this hour in the morning? Back home? Back to Buddy? I had to sort it out, think it all clearly through, then make a decision. I looked again at my watch.
With a slow, shuffling gate, the counterman turned from the man with the black coffee and the hands like hams, and made his way across the length of the counter. He was wearing a dirty white shirt and baggy white pants with stains on the knees. He smiled at me without parting his lips and tipped his head in my direction. I took this to be a greeting.
"Mornin', lady," he said. He cleaned the counter in front of me with a damp towel. "Whatilya have?"
My voice came out small. "Coffee, please. Light."
He turned to fill my order, and I looked at my wristwatch. A minute had passed.
I was angry, I realized. Hurt and rejected, and I felt very, very alone. I felt like a fool. My first affair in my whole married life, and I had rushed in blindly, just begging to be hurt. Well, I got what I'd asked for. I was vulnerable, and I had gotten hurt. Badly, very deeply. I would carry the scars for the rest of my life. I didn't know which was worse: the pain of rejection, the embarrassment I felt for making a fool of myself, or the seething frustration that was bubbling inside of me because I didn't know how to get it out of my system. It was like a poison eating away at me, and I could taste the bitterness of the bile in my mouth.
I had to vent this feeling somehow, and I half-considered storming back to Grant's bachelor sanctuary and force him to share in the responsibility of my decision. After all, I would have never left Buddy if I didn't think he would be willing, grateful even, to have me all to his own. It was his fault that I thought he loved me. Grant knew that I needed to feel loved by him, so he let me. Only his motives were selfish and physical. He didn't once give a thought how it might affect me. Or Buddy. Or my family.
My bitterness forced me to look outward; you can only look inwardly in pain for so long without needing an escape. I looked casually around the diner. Besides the man with the coffee directly across from me, there was one other man sitting at the counter. He was a tall, reedy man with a rumpled gray suit, white shirt, and a thin, out-of-fashion black tie that was twisted around so that the lining showed. He was drinking a tall glass of milk, and he was looking deeply into it, as if it were a crystal ball and the meaning to his life might be found at the bottom. There was a cigarette dangling from his lips, but he wasn't sucking on it, and the smoke was bending up past his eyes in a thin blue fog.
On the far side of the diner there were several tables and chairs, but they were all empty. Then, further back, there was a row of booths. There was a boy and girl in the first booth, sitting on opposite sides of the table, and they were leaning forward, looking dreamily into each other's face, holding hands. There were several more booths further back, but they were unoccupied.
The counterman brought my coffee and placed it in front of me. I slipped a dollar bill onto the counter, and he picked it up without a word. He went to the register, it clanged loudly, and he returned with my change. I didn't look down when he placed it in front of me. Instead, I lifted the sugar, and spooned in two sugars, stirring the brownish liquid in slow, steady turns. I was glad for the coffee. It gave me something to do with my hands.
The hot coffee slid down my throat, spreading its sweet warmth through my chest. I could feel my blood racing with a new energy, and I wriggled my ass back and forth on the soft stool, trying to settle myself again. I looked at my watch once more.
I'd just returned the cup to the counter, when the door, behind me and to my left, opened. It was a door leading in from the street. I turned and looked.
A young guy walked in, perhaps twenty, twenty-one years old, with a round well-scrubbed face and a long tousled black mane of hair. His cheeks were rosy, like small apples, and he had a contented, private smile on his youthful lips. He was wearing a brown pin-striped suit, very mod-looking, a white and brown floral shirt, and a wide tan tie that was open at the collar. His step was light and bouncy, despite the late hour, and he walked as if his feet weren't touching the floor and he was treading above it, on a cushion of air. He was a handsome boy in his own youthful way, and he seemed to be aware of it. Perhaps that's why he walked so coolly and casually. He wanted everyone else in the world to be just as aware.
He walked to the near end of the counter, where I was sitting, and I noticed that he had a smear of lipstick on his cheek that spread across his smiling mouth. He wore it proudly, like a badge of conquest. It was a sign of his manhood.
I looked down into my coffee when I realized I was staring at him, and I quickly took another careful sip. The cup was almost half empty.
With the same slowness that he had shown for me, the counterman turned from the man with the black coffee, and wandered down towards the dark-haired youth who was sitting at a stool not far away from me. There was a frown of annoyance on the counterman's thick face, as if he felt put out that he should have to come down to this end of the counter twice in such a short period of time.
"A Coke and an English muffin," the dark-haired boy with the lipstick smear said. His voice was clear and cultured, and even though he spoke softly, there was an unmistakable authority in his tone.
The counterman nodded.
I realized I was staring again, and I took another sip of my coffee. The boy looked over at me and smiled, and I felt an unmistakable flutter in the pit of my stomach. Without knowing why, I pulled my thighs together, locking my cunt in a tight prison of flesh.
"Sugar," he said, speaking softly and staring at me.
My finger tightened around the handle of my cup, and I looked suddenly up at him. My God! I thought, feeling the fluttering that had been in my stomach suddenly dance lower, until it was tickling up between my legs. He's trying to pick me up!
"Sugar," he said again, still smiling, his dark eyes winking brightly. "Would you pass the sugar, please?"
It took a moment for the words to sink through the fantasy I had built around myself. And then, when it did, I was relieved, disappointed, excited, and embarrassed all at once.
"Oh," I said, expelling the words in a tight huff of breath. I passed him the sugar.
Less than half-hour later, we were in a hotel room together, naked and on the bed, fucking.
I had found a way to unleash the frustration that was eating away at my insides.
The boy's name was Freddy, and he was only twenty years old. He had been just returning from a date with his girlfriend, and he was in a good mood because he had gotten to feel her up and finger her cunt before he took her home. I got that out of him after a little prying and coaxing. Freddy never expected to be fucking anyone tonight, much less fucking an older woman who would pick him up. I didn't know who was shocked more by my behavior, Freddy or me.
He said he had no money, and he thought I was a prostitute trying to proposition him. I told him flatly, bluntly, that he didn't need any money. All he needed was a hard stiff cock.
"Do you have that?" I asked him. He blushed and nodded gravely. "Yes," he croaked.
"Good. Then you have everything I want."
I paid for his Coke and English, and we caught a cab out in front of the diner. I told the driver to take us to a fashionable uptown hotel, and I registered us as Mr. and Mrs. B. Anderson, Bethpage, Long Island. I charged the room on one of my credit cards. I was sure it was going to be an interesting surprise for Buddy when he received the bill at the end of the month.
Freddy and I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor, tipped the bellboy heavily, and were kissing passionately as soon as the door was closed. Freddy was shy and self-conscious at first, but after a moment or two of fondling my cunt, his passion overcame any reservations he might have had. He kissed me back excitedly, with a wet open mouth, and an eager, darting tongue.
I slipped my hand down the front of his pants, and he moaned loudly when I grasped his cock. It wasn't as long or as thick as Grant's, and was, in fact, about the same size as Buddy's. But Freddy's cock was harder and hotter than either of theirs. It was harder and hotter than any cock I've ever felt in my life.
I curled my fingers around the throbbing shaft, and the heat baked up into my palm, threatening to burn me. He was so excited that his cock seemed to be trembling with rigidity, and as I caressed it in long, stroking motions, I thought he might cum in my hand. He squirmed and moaned and tried to strangle me with his tongue as he stuffed it in my mouth.
"Have you fucked much?" I asked him, needing to know. I squeezed his cock and tried to match his fierce stiffness with an equally strong press of my fingers.
He slipped his tongue from between my lips and circled it slowly around the outside of my mouth in wet, licking rolls. His breath was hot on my face.
"Sure," he said confidently. "Lots of times."
I stared deep in his eyes and I stroked his hard cock. "Tell me the truth. I must know."
He read my face with his brown eyes. He dropped his head, as if embarrassed. "No, not really," he said in a small voice. "Two or three times maybe."
I didn't know whether he was telling the truth, or telling me what he thought I wanted to hear. In any case, it didn't matter. I had what I wanted, and I accepted his words at face value. Sex was a relatively new experience to him, and I intended to make it as pleasurable as possible for him. It was going to be a night he would never forget.
"I want you to fuck me then," I said. "Fuck me right now."
"Yessss!" he hissed, pressing my lips in with his kiss.
I pulled back. "Say it. I want you to say the words."
"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you... "
I squeezed his cock and jerked it savagely. "Say my name. Say: Kathy, I want to fuck you!"
His eyes were rolling up and down in his head. He grabbed my cunt suddenly and squeezed in tightly between my legs, causing my jean? to dig up into my soft flesh.
"I want to fuck you, Kathy!" He spit the words out through gritted teeth. "I want to fuck you and suck you and eat you and do anything else to you that you want me to. God! I want to fuck you!"
I pulled my blouse from me, tearing the top button in my haste. My tits popped out and Freddy cried out in surprise. Then I quickly shucked my jeans, and lay back on the bed, with my legs open and up, inviting him into my wet cunt.
"Take your cock out," I said. "Stick it out of your pants and fuck me like that. Don't take anything else off. Just stick it out and fuck me with it."
Freddy moved quickly, pulling open his zipper and releasing the tight folds that imprisoned his cock. It stuck straight out of his open brown pants, at a stiff right-angle to his body. It looked like it might break if I tried to bend it.
I reached up between my parted thighs and grasped it. I pulled it towards me desperately. Freddy climbed awkwardly onto the mattress of the bed, wobbling from side to side as he moved between my embracing thighs. I could feel the cool roughness of his pants under my naked legs, and the erotic rub made my flesh tingle.
"Uh! Uh!" he gasped, sucking in air, grunting even before I put him in. "Hurry!"
I parted the lips of my cunt with my free hand, opening them with my thumb and middle fingers. My cunt made a squishing noise, and I could feel the hole opening and closing, like a mouth trying to speak but muted by its own excitement. I stifled the mouth with an experimental thrust of my middle finger into the, sucking, wet canal. My finger slid effortlessly up into my sweaty hot body, pushing a rush of pleasure up before it. I tightened my cunt down around the thin probe and groaned in pleasure.
My third of the night! I thought, half believing that it was happening. My third fuck, my third cock, my third different man!
"Hurry, please!" Freddy pleaded. "Put it in... please!"
I pulled my finger out, and the wetness of my arousal was dripping from it. I wiped the wet finger on the hair of my cunt, between the lips, rubbing it against the clitoris until my body was trembling with another flush of pleasure. I scissored my legs to contain the sensation, and I pulled Freddy's hard body to me, locking my ankles behind his thrusting ass.
"Put it in!" His voice sounded desperate. "Please, Kathy, please!"
I pulled him the last few inches, and inserted the head of his burning cock between the parted lips of my cunt. The moment he touched flesh, he groaned excitedly, and he hunched forward, jamming his cock into my pussy. He slid into me with the ease of a sharp knife cutting into Jello. He dipped down, thick and hot, spreading the clinging canal of my cunt, opening me with his hardness. I pushed up to meet his plunge, and I could feel the cold teeth of his open zipper biting into the tangled bush of my crotch hair. His cock throbbed wildly in my cunt. "Oh, my God!" he cried. "It feels great! Outasight!"
My overstuffed cunt was pressed tightly against his hard belly, and I grinded my lunging body tightly against his cock. I locked my ankles around his ass and pressed him even harder against me, the pushing pressure of my feet behind him. I tensed my thighs and slowly rotated my hips, rolling my cunt around against his belly while he tried to push his throbbing cock in and out of me. The movement was slight, since he was all the way in, and he could only manage to move his cock an inch or two either way. But the organ was hot and thick, and my wet canal wrapped itself around his swollen flesh like a kid glove around a hand. The friction of his jerks was wet and profoundly pleasurable, and while they were not like deep, burning lunges into me, there was just as much sensation. The gentle rocking in and out set up a series of shattering vibrations that emanated from the swollen tip of his cock and rolled up into my body, shaking my insides with trembles and shudders of exquisite sensation.
I grabbed onto the bed sheets, digging in with my long fingernails, and I rolled my head from side to side in mounting excitement. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, throbbing hotly. The heat of his excitement radiated up into my body, warming me, exciting me, turning the wetness of my cunt into a slick, molten tube of adhesivelike flesh.
"I can feel you fucking me!" I moaned, spitting the words out through teeth gritted in pleasure. "Freddy, I can feel your cock in my cunt. I can feel you fucking me!"
He groaned loudly, and I could see sweat dripping down his face. He put his hands on my thighs, just below my knees, and he dug into me with his fingers. He lifted and pulled my legs, trying to move my body up and down the length of his cock. I could feel his balls, still inside of his pants, rolling tightly against the clutching flap of my cunt lips.
"I'm... going... to... cum!" he said suddenly, exploding each word from his lips as if they had bubbled up through his body from his balls. "I can't hold it! I'm... gonna... cum!"
"No, no," I moaned. I tightened my cunt around his cock, trying to hold back his orgasm with the wet press of my flesh. "Wait! Please, wait! Wait for me!"
But it was too late. He began to cum. His cock opened into the tight wetness of my cunt with all the heat and fire of a flame-thrower. Wet, hot, licking tongues of sperm gushed violently into my body, and I felt myself writhing in the burning agony of his explosive pleasure.
"Yes, yes!" I screamed, my cunt tasting the bubbling lava of his balls. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in me, Freddy! Cum in me!"
He screamed and lunged, battering my cunt with his violent hunches. I tightened my cunt down around his sputtering cock, and cum spit from the tip of his cock, under pressure, exploding wetly into me with twice and three times its normal pressure. Like thick, solid wedges, his cum pushed open the clinging wrap of my cunt, expanding me like a balloon that was filling with his angry gush of fluids.
"Give it to me, baby!" I groaned, rolling and splashing through his orgasm. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give me your cum!"
I went on like that, for what seemed an eternity, squeezing and massaging and kneading his pumping cock, milking it for every last drop of his white-hot discharge, until my cunt was oozing with a thick wetness, and his cock had shriveled like a charred nub of flesh.
Freddy began to cry. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he sobbed, tears rolling down his face in a flood of shame. "I... I... I'm sorry!"
I unlocked my ankles and opened my thighs. His cock slipped unnoticed from between my flooded cunt lips and oozed weakly against the stained dampness of his brown, pinstriped suit pants. My cunt felt raw between my legs as I moved, and it tingled delicately, like a bomb that was primed and ready to explode. All it needed was the last jiggle of sexual detonation.
I wrapped my naked arms around Freddy's shoulders, in a strangely sexual mothering comfort. I put his head on my shoulder, patting his sweaty black hair.
"Easy, easy, baby," I said in a soft, crooning whisper. "Don't cry. Take it easy. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It was good. I liked it. I really did."
His jaw trembled, and I felt sorry for him. "But you didn't-I didn't make you... cum!"
I hugged him tightly in the dark room of that hotel, patting his head, placing soft, wet kisses on his tear-stained cheek. "There's time," I promised. "You'll make me cum yet. I promise you will. Easy... easy, baby."
The fitful sobbing began to ease, and I laid Freddy back on the bed. His cock was soft and dripping on his open pants, and I fingered it gently.
"Have you caught your breath yet?" I asked. My tits were swollen with excitement, and I pinched the nipples, in the dark to prevent my excitement from flagging for a single instant. "Have you?"
Freddy was a long time in answering. And when he did, his voice was as flat and as cold as his limp cock: "Yes."
Without another word, my expert fingers began to work on this clothing. I removed his tie and jacket and shirt. Then I pulled his stained trousers down. All he had on was his underwear.- "What are you... doing?" Freddy asked. His voice was weak and flat, confused, curious. "Kathy-"
"Shhhhsshh!" I said. "Just lay back and enjoy it. Do as I ask, and I'll be cumming before you know it."
I pulled his shorts down his hairless legs, and he sat up and helped me pull off his tee-shirt. Now Freddy was as naked as I.
I bent forward on the bed and took his cock into my mouth. He jumped. His hands came down to my head, and he touched my face with trembling fingers. His cock was soft and wet in my mouth, and I sucked it up hard between my lips, rolling my tongue quickly across the soft, flaccid cockhead. The last cold spurt of his orgasm oozed from the tip of his cock, and I swallowed it without a second thought.
"Oh, Jesus, Kathy," he moaned. "That's good. I've never had anyone do that to me before... not ever!"
I sucked on it hard, pressing my tongue wetly up against the spongy piece of flesh. My lips were pursed tightly around the limp shaft, and I sucked up with all my might, drawing his cock to its full unaroused length. Hot saliva bathed down upon his cock as I sucked it. I rolled it from side to side in my mouth, beating it with my tongue, attempting to slap it awake. An unmistakable tremor shook the slack piece of pink flesh, and I knew suddenly that my attempt would not be in vain.
"Oh, wow!" he cried, thrashing nakedly about on the bed. "Wow, wow, wow!"
Another tremble caught hold in his cock, and I felt it slide firmly up into my mouth. I pressed hard on it with my tongue and sucked the head until it began to swell. The flesh began to take shape, grow turgid and thick, and I redoubled my efforts.
Freddy held my face in place with both his hands, reaching awkwardly down between his parted thighs. He pulled my face to him, and I felt hair ruffling under my nose, his tensed balls slapping against my chin.
"Oh, eat me!" he moaned, trying to stuff his cock even deeper into my mouth with his pushing fingers. "Eat me, eat me, eat me! Oh, Christ, oh! It's getting hard again. I can feel it getting hard again!"
His words inspired me, and I shifted around on the bed. I swung my legs up over him, straddling his chest with my open thighs. My cunt dripped like an open wound, oozing wetness and cum in his face.
"Yes!" he moaned, ecstatic. He began to pull me towards him. "I wanna eat you... I wanna eat you!"
I pushed my cunt back into his face, and I felt him open his mouth and shove his tongue into me. It snaked between the gooey lips, up into my body, licking through my discharge, as he ate out his cum from my cunt. I began to moan as my pleasure ignited, and I sucked furiously on his hardening cock.
"Uuhhh!" he moaned, smothering my cunt with his cry. He jackknifed his hips, and his cock shot straight up in my mouth, suddenly reawakened, as hard and as throbbing as it had been before he came.
I sucked on it hard, rolling my tight mouth from side to side, licking it rapidly, making sure that it would remain hard. It was all the way back in my throat, and I was gagging on it, but I sucked just as hard. I stabbed it with the tip of my tongue, but when it wouldn't dent, I knew it was ready once again.
"Fuck me!" I cried, spitting his hard cock from my aching mouth. "Fuck me with it, Freddy! Fuck me!"
I climbed off of him, remaining on my hands and knees. He jumped up, animated by his own building excitement, and he moved in behind me. I felt the emberlike tip of his swollen cockhead burn against my thigh, and I felt the flesh under it searing with pleasure.
"Put it in!" I instructed, bending my head down to the mattress, elevating my ass and spreading my thighs. "Put it in me and fuck me like this. Fuck me like a bitch in heat!"
I slid a pillow under my chest and spread my thighs even further apart. I felt Freddy move between them, touching both with the sweaty firmness of his probing body. I felt him lift his cock in his hand; he jabbed it forward, opening my cunt once more. I pushed back with my ass and hips, and his hard, thumping cock moved up my cunt.
"God, you're so hot!" he cried, stabbing forward, sawing his rigid cock in and out of my cunt. "Your pussy feels like it's on fire!"
I squeezed down around his cock and felt something wet and hard give way in my belly, as if some kind of sexual gear had shifted inside of me. I suddenly felt myself reaching after an orgasm that had suddenly blossomed at the base of my spine. I ground my cunt around in a tight circle, shaking my ass at Freddy's hunching belly. I felt the fingers of my mind reaching down deep inside of me, stretching desperately for that orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried, my body brimming with the orgasm. "Fuck me hard, Freddy!" Fuck me hard!"
His cock jerked in and out of my open, dripping cunt, moving like a pile-driver against my clitoris. I felt him push in all the way, tickling my womb with the head of his cock, and then pull back, sliding out until I felt his cockhead prying open the clinging lips of my cunt. Then he pushed in again, refilled the aching emptiness of my cunt canal. His balls swung against my clitoris, and the sweat dripping down the back of my thighs was spread all across the front of his thighs. My cunt opened and closed, squeezing in and out, massaging his cock.
"I'm going to... cum!" I said. My teeth dug into the pillow under my chest and I tried to rip it. "Fuck me harder... I'm going to cum!" And then Freddy went berserk.
He drove his cock insanely in and out of my cunt. It was a long, thick blur of stabbing flesh, whipping in and out of my cunt, stabbing my belly until I thought I would scream from the rapid buffeting of his body against me. My cunt began to tremble, trying to absorb all the pleasure he was providing, but it was overwhelmed with sensation, and it began to drown in it.
The clutching tendrils of my mind grabbed the bubble of my orgasm and tightened into it. Then it broke open like a raw egg, spilling out into the hollow of my body with a blinding white flash of light. Explosions went off behind my eyeballs, and my spine glowed like a fluorescent lightbulb, burning incandescently until my whole body shimmered with the flickering brightness of the gripping orgasm. My cunt melted around his cock, and he stroked through it, sending a frothy wake of creamy bubbles that oozed from between the lips of my cunt.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I cried, repeating the words like a sacred chant, mumbling them with my trembling lips, drawing the magic from them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!"
Then Freddy stiffened suddenly and drove his cock deep into my cunt. I felt his hands come down and grab my ass. His fingers dug into my quivering flesh, taking a cheek in each fist, and he pulled them viciously apart. He plowed into me with all his weight, trying to drive his blunt cock right through the softness of my belly.
"I'm... cumming... again!" he forced the words out. There was incredulity and pride in his straining voice. "I'm... cumming... again! I'm cumming again," he repeated, grinding his cock into me until it hurt so wonderfully. "I'm cumming... again!"
And before I was finished with Freddy, I heard those same words repeated still again. Twice more, in fact.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hello, Kathy," Buddy said. "Come on in."
He stood there, framed in the doorway of the house I thought I would never return to, looking small and pale, like an orphan from a Dickens' novel. His face was shallow and ashen, his lips tight and drawn, parted thinly over his teeth. The life seemed to have gone out of his eyes, and he moved with all the heavy deadness of a robot. The week had been hell for him, and it showed.
I stood firm in the doorway, not moving. I said: "What about the children?"
He nodded gravely, the movement of his head indicating just the slightest trace of defiance. But his voice came out flat and even, beaten into a submission he still had not adjusted to.
"They're with your mother," he said. "Just like you asked. I've done everything just as you asked."
"All right. I'll come in then."
Buddy stepped back from the door, pulling it open with him. I could see beyond, into my house, and everything seemed so strange. It was like a deja vu experience: familiar and yet not quite the way I'd remembered it; dreamlike. I stepped through the open portal and my flesh tingled oddly, like a ghost was breathing down my neck.
"It looks clean," I observed, glancing about. "Did you clean while I was gone."
Buddy nodded. "I straightened. Vacuumed."
"Hum. That's something new. How come you never did that for me when I was home?"
He shrugged his shoulders expressively. There was pain in his large open eyes. He mumbled something inaudible.
I walked boldly past him now, into the living room. Everything was in place, the ashtrays were clean, even his magazines were tucked neatly away in the magazine rack-something we used to fight bitterly over before I'd left. The room was neurotically clean, sterile almost, like a room in a museum. You could almost hear the dust settling on the furniture.
"You'd make a good housewife, Buddy," I said bitterly. "Perhaps we ought to try changing roles for a while."
He didn't say anything, but stared, with his head down, at the full burgundy tuft of the living-room rug. He swallowed heavily, as if he were swallowing his pride, and the odor of contrite humility oozed from him like the smell of sweat. His hair was combed neatly, and he wore a plain white shirt, open at the collar, and his black slacks. Nothing offensive, nothing loud, just simple, basic Buddy taking his lumps, blaming himself, without ever once understanding the reality of the situation we found ourselves in.
"Did you miss me?" I asked. I turned and faced him. His face was like an open wound, too difficult to read because of the obvious pain.
He nodded. "Yes. I missed you."
"What about the children? Did they say anything?"
He shrugged. "Of course they missed you. They wanted to see you today-"
"No," I said firmly, cutting him off. "Not until everything is... settled between you and I."
Something wet flickered in his eye. "Are you home for good?"
"That's one of the things we have to settle. I'm not sure yet. That depends on you."
His composure broke and tears welled up in his eyes.
"I want you back, Kathy," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "Regardless of what's happened-I want you back. I love you, Kathy."
I turned away from his sadness, angry at myself and hating his weakness. Why couldn't he stand up for once? I asked. Why-why?
"Stop it," I said again. "I didn't come home to hear you whining like a puppy dog. Can't you talk without going to pieces?"
I walked to the sofa and sat down. Buddy was where I had left him, standing in the middle of the living room, with his head down, his eyes red-rimmed. He looked small inside of his clothing, as if they were two sizes too big: like a teenager wearing his father's shirt and pants.
"Well just don't stand there like an idiot," I said. "Get me a drink or something."
He swallowed again, then looked up at me. His cheek began to twitch, but he stopped it with his hand, rubbing it angrily, as though it had somehow betrayed him.
"What would you like?"
"Anything. Did you make any orange juice?"
"There's some frozen."
"Good. Then make me a vodka and orange juice. With two ice cubes."
He nodded silently, then turned to go.
"And make yourself a drink," I said after him. "You may need it."
Buddy disappeared out through the doorway, and I heard him going down to the basement, to the bar. My anger, my pain, my hurt followed him down. Nothing had changed.
Damn! I thought, and I pounded the sofa pillow under me with my curled fist. Damn, damn, damn!
Why couldn't he have changed? Why couldn't this have forced him into taking a firm stand? My going away had given him that chance. Any other man would have come after me, dragged me back by my hair, and forced me to behave. Instead of punishing me for what I did to him, he comes crawling back to me! Jesus Christ!
All I wanted was a man. A man to make me feel like a woman. Someone strong and understanding and firm. Someone to take control of my life. First I thought it was going to be Buddy, and then I thought it might perhaps be Grant. Now I'm back to Buddy, and all he's doing is sliding along the floor behind me, trying to kiss my ass. I was a fool to come home. Nothing has changed. Nothing can change.
Well, I thought bitterly, if I can't have a man, I will at least have Buddy. Yes, at least Buddy...
As if on cue, Buddy reappeared in the living-room doorway. He was carrying a frosted glass with my drink in one hand, his own drink in the other hand. He handed my drink to me, and I clinked glasses with him.
"Cheers," I said cynically.
He sipped his drink and then nodded to himself, as if it had passed some test. He smiled faintly, then took his drink across the living room and sat in the armchair that faced the sofa. He crossed his legs and sipped again at his drink.
"How have you been, Kathy?" he asked. He twirled his glass nervously in his fingers.
"I've been fine, Buddy. Wonderful. I've had an excellent vacation."
"Would you mind if I asked where you were?"
I swallowed a mouthful of my drink. "I don't mind at all. In fact I'm glad you asked. I'm going to give you a very detailed itinerary."
He sipped again from his drink. He said: "Really?" He was making an attempt at being flip and casual, but it came off very badly.
"I stayed in a hotel, a very expensive hotel in New York-and you're going to pay for it."
"Were you there the whole week you were gone?"
I nodded. "All but the first night."
He didn't push any further on that, perhaps sensing the danger in it. So he took another sip from his glass, and waited for me to chip away at the frightening subject he was afraid to broach.
"What did you do when you found me missing?" I asked.
"I called up a lot of people. Your mother, mine, all our friends. Then the second day I called the police."
I laughed. "Did you really? Well, maybe there's hope for you yet. What did they say?"
"They said it was too soon to tell anything. They asked how we were getting along, and then they said you'd probably be home in a day or two. They also asked whether you were having an affair with anyone."
"And what did you say to that?"
He looked at his glass, as if it had been transformed into something different, and he didn't know what it was.. He said: "What could I tell them? As far as I knew you had never been unfaithful."
I took a small sip from my drink and let it slosh around in my mouth. Then I swallowed it.
"You told them a lie, Buddy," I said. "Did you know that?"
He stiffened with my words as though they were blows striking his body. He seemed to shrink further down into his clothing, and the chair he was sitting in suddenly seemed enormous around him.
"Couldn't you have guessed that I've been having an affair, Buddy?" I asked cruelly. I hated his weakness and I wanted to punish him for it.
"I don't want to hear about it," he said weakly.
I ignored him. "Well, I have been, Buddy. For the past three months. I've been having an affair with a man by the name of Grant Holland. He's an actor, Buddy. He works in television."
"I don't want to hear-"
"He's very handsome. Tall and blond, gray eyes. And he's very well hung. He'd put you to shame."
"I don't want to hear this, Kathy!" he yelled. He slammed his glass down on the arm of the chair, and the amber fluid splashed out. "I don't want-"
"I don't care what you want," I said softly, menacingly. There was a commanding frost in my voice, and it chilled Buddy's objections. His jaw hung slack, his lip trembled.
"I don't care what you want," I repeated, softer still, so that he had to strain his ears to hear me speak. "You'll sit there, Buddy, and you'll listen. You'll listen to every word. Do you hear me?"
His lip quivered and he had to bite it to stop it. He made no attempt to move or speak or to stop me.
"Do you hear me?" I shouted, raising my voice.
Buddy jumped and his lip began to quiver again. He said: "Yes, I hear you. I hear you, Kathy."
I drained my glass and placed it on the end table next to the sofa.
"Good," I said. "Then listen closely. I want you to hear every single word of what I'm going to tell you. Every single word."
Buddy just sat there, as though my words had pinned him against the back of the chair. I hated him because he couldn't hate me. I hated him so much I wanted to hurt him.
"I have been making love to Grant Holland on and off for the past three months. At first I thought I loved Grant, but I was wrong. I just loved his cock. God, how he could use that thing! Do you know he once made me cum three times in one night? And each one better than the first. And you-you're lucky if you could make me cum at all."
Buddy brought his glass up to his lips, and he drained the fluid from it. He shuddered as it went down.
"What a cock," I continued. "It's about three inches longer than yours. I know, I've measured it. I measured it with my mouth, too. I had to break my jaw to get it in."
"Oh my God," he groaned softly.
"Oh, God, that cock," I said. "How I love to suck it and be fucked by it. God, when he put it in my pussy-I could cum just thinking about it!"
Buddy squirmed in his chair, twisting and turning, trying to get away from my words, yet, strangely, not really trying to get away at all.
"Do you know what I did to him once?" I asked, preparing for the cruelest part of all. "That first night, when I left you, and went to his room, do you know what I did for him, Buddy?"
Sweat had broken out across his forehead, yet despite his suffering, his face showed surprise when he heard himself ask: "What? What did you do for him?"
"I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth."
"Oh, God... oh." A crimson flush spread across Buddy's cheeks. "Kathy... Kathy!"
I laughed. "And you know what? I enjoyed it. Maybe I'll do it for you one day... "
Buddy's teeth were bared, and his lips were pulled tightly against them in a grim, mirthless smile. His eyes were swollen wetly, and he was sucking in air through his nose, making a sobbing sound somewhere deep in his chest.
"I learned something that night, Buddy," I added after a moment. "Something that whole week I was gone. I learned that I like sex. I liked to be fucked... by many men."
Buddy opened his mouth and let out a long sigh. Then he sucked in more air. His breathing steadied, and the sobbing stopped.
"Why did you come home then?" he asked. "If your lover was so great, why did you only stay with him one week? Don't tell me you tired of him only after one week?"
I laughed again. "Just a second there, dear husband. I do think you're laboring under a misapprehension. I wasn't with Grant that whole week."
Something sad touched Buddy's face. "Then where were you?"
"I was shacked up in a hotel for the whole week, fucking and getting fucked by any man I could find...
"Oh, my God!"
"That's right, baby. Man after man after man. I picked them up, I had them sent up, I even made love to the bellboy and the man from room service. I got fucked, I got eaten, I sucked some cock. Hell, I even got laid by two men at once. Would you like to hear about that Buddy?"
"No!" he shouted. "No, no... stop it! Stop this, please!"
I stared at Buddy. His hands were at his sides, his fingers digging into the wooden arms of the chair. His knuckles were white and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. And then I saw something else- something that made me tremble with intense excitement. " "You plead and you say no, Buddy," I said, staring, with my eyes burning. "But all you do is talk. You make no attempt to get up or leave the room. You don't try to stop me. All you do is sit there and listen... as if you're enjoying what I'm telling you."
"That's a lie!" he protested loudly, perhaps too loudly. "That's a terrible thing to say, Kathy."
"Is it?" I asked in a breathless voice. "Let's see if it's a lie. Stand up."
Sweat began to run down his face, and he turned his head from side to side, as if he were asking the blank walls of the living room to help him. His lips worked frantically, but no sound came out.
"Stand up."
"No! I won't!"
"Buddy, stand up. Stand up or I'll leave, right this minute, and you'll never see me again. That's a promise. Now stand up!"
He wiped the sweat from his mouth, and then he ran his open finger through his hair, like a comb. "Please, Kathy, don't-"
"Stand up!"
Buddy stood. His head cast down, his hands at his sides, and a thick, throbbing hard-on pressing out the front of his pants.
"that's that?" I asked.
He said nothing.
"You're aroused, aren't you? You're excited by my words. They turn you on. Isn't that right? Say it!"
Buddy sobbed. "Yes, damnit, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
Now my lips were trembling, and I licked them with my tongue. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my nipples were hard. The crotch-piece of my panties was soaked through.
"Take your clothing off, Buddy," I said, whispering. "I want you to make love to me."
His eyes flashed up from the floor. They were red and wide, and disbelief stared out at me. "What?"
I said it again: "Take your clothing off, I want you to make love to me."
"Yes," he sobbed. "Yes, I will! I want to, Kathy! I love you! I want to make love to you! Yes, yes...
He began to pull off his clothing. He fumbled frantically with his shirt buttons, and he cried out in anger when they wouldn't open fast enough. The shirt parted, and he pulled it quickly from the top of his pants. In his haste he forgot to unbutton one sleeve, and when he pulled the shirt off, it caught on his hand, and he had to pull the shirt inside out to remove his hand.
Next was his undershirt, and he tore it over his head. His chest was hairy, which made him look less like a young boy and more like a man. His belt flashed open, and then the black slacks parted halfway down as he unzipped the zipper. His hairy, muscular legs were powerful looking.
Buddy threw the pants behind him, and stood erect in front of me, almost naked. All he had on was a pair of pale blue boxer shorts. His hard-on pushed the front of the shorts out like a small tent, opening the narrow slit in the crotch so that I could see into them. I could see the side of his hard, throbbing cock, and his balls. All the rest was covered with the thick dark matting of hair. Buddy pulled the shorts down, and his cock bounced up and down. He stood naked in front of me, his hands at his sides.
"Touch it for me," I said, still sitting on the sofa. My legs were parted slightly. "Touch your cock for me, Buddy. Jerk-it off for me. I want to watch."
His hand came up to his cock. He began to pump it with a slow, steady seriousness that betrayed his impatience. The head of his cock swelled in his hand, and his thick, hairy forearm flexed hard as he began to jerk his cock slowly up and down. He parted his legs even further, balancing himself on the rug until he was comfortable, tilting slightly to the right, tipping his hips up so that he could move his hand with a fluid ease, up and down on his cock.
"Now I want you to do that for me," I said. "I want you to continue jerking off. I don't want you to stop for any reason. And I want you to listen to what I tell you. I want you to listen to every single word."
I began to tell him about Freddy. In detail-slow, graphic, obscene detail...
When I finished, my breasts were throbbing, and my clitoris burned between the wet lips of my cunt. Sweat was running down my back, making my dress stick to me; my legs were open wide, in an obscene sexual invitation.
A flush had spread across Buddy's face, and his biceps bulged from the rapid up-and-down pump of his fist. His cock was bright red, rigid beyond any state of arousal I've ever seen, and his balls bounced up and down between his parted thighs as if they were attached to a rubber band. His whole body was tensed and straining, sweat dripping down his nakedness. He was grunting in a low moaning voice as his excitement and pleasure mounted steadily".
Before it erupted, I said: "Stop now and come over here to me."
Pain flashed in his eyes, and he merely slowed the pace of his pistoning hand.
"Come over here," I said, touching my tits through my dress. "Come over here, Buddy, and undress me.
His fingers uncurled from the thick shaft of his throbbing, veined cock. Passion burned hotly in his eyes, and he wiped the sweat from his top lip. Slowly, cautiously, he began to advance upon me.
I stood to greet him. I was wearing a sleeveless blue dress (a gift from one of my admirers during my week-long orgy at the hotel), with a short white pleated skirt and a zipper down the back of the dress. As I stood, the skirt flounced against my thighs. I stood, with my legs parted, firmly fixed in the middle of our living-room floor.
Buddy came up to me, his hands trembling. There was something almost pitiful about his excitement. He reached eagerly out for me.
"Don't touch my cunt or my tits," I said. "No matter how much you may want to. Don't touch them unless I tell you. Just undress me."
He did as I asked, fighting with himself when my dress parted and I stepped out of it. All I had on was a bikini bra and panties set, also brand new, with the panties cut so low that the top fringe of my cunt hair curled up from the waistband. I could feel his fingers shaking against me when he opened my bra and my tits tumbled out. Involuntarily he made a stab for them, but he stopped himself at the last moment and looked at me. I laughed in his face.
"Not yet, baby," I said. "Not just yet."
To take my panties off, I made Buddy get down on his knees between my parted thighs. His cock jutted out between his closed thighs; it was bright red in color and seemed to be throbbing painfully. I watched, licking my lips in excitement, when Buddy's hands came up to the top of the panties and he began to pull them down. The crotch-piece stuck wetly to my cunt. Buddy's mouth was inches from my naked cunt, and I could feel his hot breath billowing against the broad, hairy mound of quivering flesh. I stepped out of the panties.
"Now lick my cunt," I said, putting my hands on his head. I pulled him to me. "Lick my clitoris, Buddy. Lick it!"
His face moved between my parted thighs, and I felt his tongue slide through the wet lips. He touched my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, tickling it sensually, rolling it gingerly from side to side with the wet, exploratory caress of his sliding mouth. The clit jumped to immediate attention and began to throb excitedly under his tongue. I pulled him tighter between my legs, and he pressed his face up, between the sticky lips, lapping up the juices of my sticky pussy.
"Beautiful, Buddy, beautiful," I moaned. My eyes were closed, my fingers digging into his scalp. I kept on pushing him further under me, until his head was bent all the way back and he was licking up at my cunt, spread above him between my widely parted thighs.
"Eat me, Buddy," I said, squatting and pushing the bush of my cunt down into his face. "Eat me like all those men ate me when I was in the hotel!"
I felt Buddy tremble under me, and his tongue shook against my clitoris. He pushed up hard into me, parting the hairy folds of my cunt as his tongue slid up into my sweetly dripping cunt. He licked furiously at me.
"Do you know," I said, rocking back and forth, running my cunt up and down against his licking tongue, "I had two men eating me at the same time? I did. One was licking my cunt, just like you are now, and the other man was sucking on my tits. God, it nearly drove me out of my mind. Two tongues, two mouths, both doing it at the same time. Pleasure rising up from my cunt, and another pleasure burning down from my tits... God! When they came together, it was like an explosion!"
I watched Buddy put his hand down in his crotch, and he began to squeeze his cock. He didn't jerk off; he just squeezed the shaft and the cockhead until it began to tremble and swell under his fingers. I watched a slimy wetness ooze from the head of his cock. He took it under his finger and spread it across the red glans of his organ.
Meanwhile, his tongue was eating my cunt like crazy. He shoved his tongue straight up between the lips, starting at the back flap of the slit. Then he dragged his tongue forward, pulling it wetly through the valley between the lips. He continued the forward movement until the tip of his tongue came into contact with my clitoris. He continued over it, running his flicking tongue over the swollen bud with a swift, slapping lick that sent tremors of pleasure down my legs. Then he repeated the wet slide, moving his tongue back to the rear of my cunt, parting the hairy labia again, readying his tongue for another slippery lick between them.
"God, that was a great feeling!" I continued. I ailed my cunt down and around, and I could feel the hard bridge of Buddy's nose pressing between the lips of my cunt. His lips were sucking up the drool that was leaking down into his mouth. His tongue was working with such frantic rapidity, I could hear my cunt opening and closing wetly around it as he moved it against my damp flesh. His breath was hot against my cunt, and it billowed out against my crotch, floating up around the broad mound of my cunt, seeping between the cheeks of my ass.
"Two tongues," I repeated, "eating at my body. One licking my cunt... my clit... jamming it up into me until it felt like a soft wet cock fucking in and out of me. And the other... sucking on my nipples... biting them... licking them... jumping from tit to tit. Two men. Two men, Buddy! Two men working on me at the same time, both of them trying to make me cum... "
Buddy moaned against my cunt, and I felt his tongue pull back, away from my clitoris. He rolled his face from side to side, pressing upward until he covered my cunt completely with his upturned head. He pushed his tongue between the lips one more time, opening them near the center of the flap. I could feel his tongue curling into a cylinder between the lips, sliding from side to side, probing at the entrance hole of my cunt. The tongue circled the hole, licking it wetly, and I could feel my cunt quivering from Buddy's teasing attention. Around and around and around the tongue went, outside of the hole, licking up my juices and causing me to flow even heavier than I had been. Saliva mixed in with my thick, wet discharge, and the whole slippery mess reeked down against Buddy's face.
"And then fucking them, Buddy," I said, the words punctuated with a groan of pleasure. "Both of them fucking me at the same time. One cock in my cunt and the other in my mouth. Sucking and fucking... two cocks going in and out... building me higher and higher until I thought I was going to scream! A cock jamming into my cunt... pushing it open until the lips felt swollen around it. And then the other one... in my mouth... pushing in and out until I could hardly breathe. I could feel his balls swinging into my chin... my tongue running over his cock... "
Buddy stabbed upward with his tongue and entered my cunt. He strained upward, pressing his mouth against the lips of my cunt, kissing me in a deep, passionate soul-kiss. I could feel his tongue sliding from side to side in the tight canal, moving rapidly against my burning flesh. He slid it hard, in and out, extending his tongue to its full length inside of me, then pulling it almost out until it teased me with disengagement. Then he thrust it up again, eating my cunt, ravaging my hot hole, simulating intercourse with his tongue. And I pushed my cunt down against him, responding to the pleasure, reacting as if he were fucking me.
I groaned in mounting excitement and bent my knees, bringing my cunt even tighter against his eating mouth. My back strained to keep erect, and I held tightly onto his head which was almost completely under my awkwardly straining body. I was half squatting and half standing. I was leaning forward, reaching under myself to keep Buddy's head against my cunt. Pleasure began to build; my stomach tensed in expectation.
"And then they came, Buddy," I said, remembering how it was. "Both of them at once... two cocks. One in my cunt, the other in my mouth. Both of them at once! I had to swallow to keep from drowning. The gushing cock in my cunt was shooting straight up... "
Buddy pushed up with all his might, stabbing his tongue straight into my cunt. He tried to lift me with the upward press of his face. I felt my legs straightening, and I leaned backward, arching my back to keep from toppling. My hair hung straight down behind me.
And then Buddy moved. He pulled his tongue from my cunt and moved further back, further under my body. I felt the burning tip of his tongue licking against my flesh, lapping up my sweat and juices as his tongue worked its way around my body.
"Yes!" I cried, sensing where he was going. "Do it! Do it to me, Buddy!"
He moved behind me and came up between the cheeks of my ass. His tongue was flat between the deep cleft; he began to pull the cheeks apart with his gripping fingers. His tongue snaked up, spreading a slimy path of saliva up the crack of my ass. He licked it against the tight brown mouth of my anus. I screamed in intense pleasure and tried to pull away from his exploring tongue. But he followed me, holding me in place with his hands.
"Oh yes, Buddy!" I cried. The tension spread from my stomach up to my breasts and down the bent, parted curves of my thighs. Somewhere, deep in the middle of that rigidity, an orgasm was building itself to a critical mass, unstable and wobbling, capable of being triggered with the slightest application of pleasure.
"Eat me, Buddy!" I cried, clawing at my tits now that I could no longer hold onto Buddy's head. I was leaning forward, with my ass poking out behind me, my thighs spread, and my body in the position of a V standing on its side. Buddy was licking up, at the point of the V-at my asshole!
"Eat me there!" I cried. "Eat me there, Buddy! Lick me! Lick it! Lick my asshole until I cum!"
I screamed in the agony of pleasure as the tip of Buddy's tongue pushed up into my anus. Fire flicked out from the tip of his tongue, and he wriggled it from side to side, pushing it further up the tight, virginal passageway. I pushed my ass down in his face, and he pressed at the rubbery hole with the wet tip of his tongue. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to relax my sphincter, I opened my asshole to his probing. Something wet and hard wiggled up my anus. I nearly screamed from the overwhelming rush of sensation.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" I cried. I reached behind me and grabbed an ass cheek with each hand. I pushed my ass down into his face, relaxing the tight hole, pulling the buttocks apart. "It's driving me crazy!"
I felt his tongue stiffen against, the hole. Then he suddenly pushed up, very, very hard. The hole was lubricated with saliva, and it had a rubbery feel to it. I could feel his tongue pushing into the hole, inching it open, indenting it into my body. I strained down, and he pushed up. Something had to give. It was my asshole.
"Oh my GOD!" I cried. My legs trembled as though they were made of rubber. The pleasure was so sharp I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt close to fainting. "Ohmigod!"
Buddy's tongue slid up into my asshole-all the way up. I could feel it wiggling inside of me. His tongue was as deep in my ass as it could be, and every time he moved it, a wall of fire ignited in my anus. The passageway was tight-very, very tight- and I could feel his tongue touching all sides at the same time. Each wriggle was a sensual torture that made my body jump and quiver and melt under the hot, wet stabs of his tongue.
"I'm going to... cum!" I said. Pleasure made my body swell with sensation until I felt obese with excitement. My breasts were hard, the nipples stiff and pointing. My stomach was tensed, and my clitoris was so swollen between the lips of my cunt that I thought it was going to break off. My thighs were tensed and straining down, and my ass jutted out like two vulgar pink hills. I was squatting down low, with my ass in his face, and Buddy's tongue buried deep inside it.
"I'm going to cum!" I said again. "Soon!"
Buddy pulled his tongue back, then pushed it back up. My body sobbed in relief. He began to do that-push his tongue in and out, stretching it up and down the length of the passageway-and my body began to fall apart with pleasure.
"Soon, soon!" I screamed, my ass sticking out in the air. "Soon!"
And then it happened.
Buddy formed his fingers into a point, extending them stiffly in the air, gathering together so that their circumference was as thick as an enormous cock. Then he drove the fingers straight up in the air, between my legs, into my cunt. I felt them enter me, pushing me open.
"I'm cumming!" I screamed. "I'm cumming!"
I could feel both probes in my body: Buddy's tongue flitting in my ass, and his four or five fingers ripping apart the screaming lining of my cunt. The thinnest membrane separated one passageway from the other, and it seemed as if the whole underside of my body was exploding. The fire spread from the tip of my clitoris, ran down the length of my cunt, speared up excruciatingly into my belly, then slid back to my asshole and burned up inside of me as thought someone had taken a lit match and shoved it up my anus.
I rocked back and forth, caught on the twin prongs of pleasure. I moved forward, and the clump of fingers opened my cunt as no cock ever could. Then I moved back, and Buddy's tongue ate up my asshole, licking it clean, leaving it to quiver in writhing spasms of ecstasy. My orgasm poured straight down, out of my body, bleeding down into Buddy's face from the two punctured holes. I could feel it sopping down the insides of my thighs like a thick paste, draining down my tortured contorted legs, leaking all over the thick burgundy living-room rug.
CHAPTER SIX
"Let me do it now," Buddy said. "I want to cum." He pulled his tongue from my asshole, and I felt the long, tight passageway closing down against the new emptiness. The walls came together with a slippery squish. The cheeks came painfully together, closing over the hole, but wetness still dripped from it and trickled coldly down the curve of my ass.
"Please, Kathy," he moaned. "Please! I want to cum."
I straightened my back with some considerable effort. It seemed like my insides were being pulled out as Buddy removed his fingers from my cunt. I could feel the aching lining of my cunt come down, my womb move, and the swollen, wet walls of the overstuffed passageway oozing down with all the wetness that was dripping from my wounded cunt. The fingers slid wetly out, and the elasticlike mouth of the stretched hole slowly began to close up again. The ache inside me was deep and long; it was hard to tell where it ended and the numbing ache from my pleasure began.
As soon as Buddy was no longer in me, I collapsed. My legs turned to rubber and went skewing wildly in opposite directions, plopping me down on the floor like a sack of potatoes. My cunt felt raw against the stiff scrape of the rug, but I was too weak to move.
"Let me fuck you, Kathy," Buddy cried. He moved around in front of me, holding his cock in his hand. The head was thick and fat, crimson in color, and his balls hardly moved as he walked. "Please! Before it kills me."
I had trouble focusing my eyes, and when I could see, I couldn't remember what it was I wanted. I stared at Buddy's cock, watching with an almost-blank mind as he pulled the fleshy column up and down through the tight circle of his pumping fingers. I watched the hole in the head of his cock opening and closing as he jerked himself off.
"No!" I said, finally remembering. "No, you can't fuck me. You don't have that right any longer."
Buddy seemed to be in pain. "But-" he said, he waved his stiff cock at me, as if showing me how excited he was.
"No!" I insisted. "If you want to stay with me, you can't fuck me unless I want you to."
Tears were welling up in his eyes, and I don't think even he knew which hurt more: the frustration of needing to cum, or the cold, cruel rejection that I had just given him. He reached out to touch me with his free hand, but I pulled away. "Kathy... please!"
"Jerk off," I said. "Jerk your cock off and cum all over my cunt. I want to watch you cum on me."
"But I want to fuck."
"Do as I say, or I won't even let you do that!"
"But-"
"Do it!"
"Oh, God!" he cried, but he grabbed his cock and began pulling it up and down in deadly earnest. The muscles of his arm swelled, and his hand was a pink blur against his dark, hairy middle. The shaft of his cock trembled in his hand and he began to grunt from the effort.
"That's it, Buddy," I said, exercising my complete control over him now. "Up and down. Pull it up and down. Jerk it off like you used to do before we were married. Let your fingers give you the pleasure I won't let you have in my cunt. Jerk yourself off, Buddy!"
He closed his eyes. The tension on his face made him look grotesque. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, over his cheeks and down his neck. His Adam's apple bobbled up and down as if he were swallowing, and the thick cords of his neck stood out like steel bands. I could see the pleasure mounting in his face, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip, so hard that I saw a trickle of blood make a crooked red path from the corner of his mouth.
"Move closer!" I commanded. I pushed him over with my hand, and he moved, waddling back and forth on his knees, without missing a single stroke of his plunging hand.
"Get between my legs!" I said. "Aim your cock at my pussy!"
He was grunting now, and I could hear the wet slap of his hand against the sticky flesh of his belly. I could hear his cock sliding through his fist, getting louder and louder as his hand moved faster and faster.
I looked up, between my legs. His cock was pointed down, perhaps six inches from the curved edge of my cunt mound. I lifted my hips, pushing my cunt up, straining with my thighs, and I felt the swollen head of Buddy's cock just barely touch the fleshy wetness of my cunt.
"Can you feel it?" I asked. I could feel the hard vibrations of his jerks sinking down into my body as he pumped his fist up and down his cock. "Can you feel my pussy. Buddy? Well, that's as close as you're ever going to get to it. My pussy's for other men now. Men like Grant Holland and Freddy, and all those other men who fucked with me the week I was gone. My pussy is for them, Buddy. For them!"
"Oh, God!" he groaned. His hand beat faster against his belly. "Why? Why?"
"Think about it, Buddy," I said, watching him pull himself closer and closer to orgasm. His cock was swollen, an ugly purple, engorged with throbbing, pounding blood, ready to rupture at any moment.
"Think about all those men, Buddy," I continued. "Think about all those cocks I took between the lips of my pussy. Big cocks, fat cocks, long cocks, even one black cock. Pushing in and out of my cunt, gushing hot scum inside of me. Fucking me, Buddy, think of all the fucking I've done!"
"Oh, Jesus, Jesus," he cried. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to-"
"Licking my box, fucking me up the ass, blowing them, sucking out their cum, swallowing it. Cocks in my cunt, in my ass, in my mouth, between my legs. A hundred men! A thousand men, Buddy, all fucking me. Can you see it? Can you? Can you see them fucking me, Buddy?"
"Yessss -I'm cumming!" he moaned, slapping his thighs viciously with his fist, squeezing his fingers to the shaft of his cock. "I'm cumming!!"
Buddy's cum splattered out, splashing hotly against my flesh. I watched the thick, milky gobs wobbling in the air, sailing from the open tip of his jerking cock, and smacking wetly into my flesh. Cum rolled up my cunt, matted in my hair, dripped down between the open lips, soaked into the bud of my clit. His cock jerked and spluttered, gushed and spit, moving the cum up from his balls like a pump, spraying it all over my widely spread cunt.
"Think about them!" I screamed.
I could hear his fist splashing through wetness as he continued to jerk off even as the cum was jetting out of his cock. The dripping white juice oozed between his fingers and the shaft of his cock, making a slushing sound as he pumped. Tiny drops clung to his fingers and dripped down, plopping silently against my heaving belly.
The cum was hot on my cool flesh, and I jumped and quivered each time another drop scalded my skin. It felt like thick hot water, and it just poured down the length of my belly in thin lines.
"Can you see me sucking Grant?" I asked. "Can you? Close your eyes and picture it. My mouth open, a thick eight-inch cock between my lips, and Grant pushing it in and out. Then he begins to cum! I start sucking and drinking down the scum. My mouth fills with it... puffing out my cheeks... trickling down my lips... "
Buddy was groaning out loud. His cock had shriveled down to nothing. He flopped it up and down in his pumping fist, but nothing more came out. Yet he pulled and he tugged, jerked it and milked it, as if he could wring out the last remaining drop.
"Watch me, Buddy," I said. "Watch this. Open your eyes and watch this."
Obediently he opened his eyes. They were stained red, and he stared down incredulously. My belly was completely coated with his cum.
"Watch!" I said.
I put my flat, open palm down on my cunt, and squished the cum under my fingers. Then I began to spread it up my body. It was thick and creamy and hot; I rubbed it into my flesh until my belly and tits were covered with a thin, wet film. I spread it down over the mound of my cunt, washing out the inside of the hole with my dripping fingers. Then I pulled my fingers from my cunt, and I licked every remaining drop from them. I licked my hand until it was clean.
And all the while Buddy watched, he continued to flap his broken cock, jerking it off as if it were still hard. He stiffened suddenly, then pressed his rubberlike cock against my cunt once again.
"I'm cumming... again!" he said, leaning heavily into my box. "I'm cumming again!"
The flaccid hunk of flesh between his wet fingers began to twitch as if it were alive. He pressed down and squeezed. Something hot and thin oozed slowly from the open mouth of his cock, and an almost clear, colorless drool spilled onto my belly. It wasn't much, but Buddy had indeed cum again.
Drained, Buddy toppled between my legs. With his hand still holding his aching cock, he fell over on me. His belly rubbed against my belly, and the thin film of cum rubbed off on him.
I pushed him off me and dragged myself over to the sofa. I leaned back against it, still sitting, with my legs splayed out in front of me. Buddy was about three feet away, just laying there, covered with cum and sweat.
I sat and waited for him to show signs of life. It took about ten minutes for him to recover. Then it took him another five minutes before he could push himself up on his stiff arms. His face was disarrayed, like a puzzle put together wrong.
"How was it?" I asked. His cum was drying on my flesh, beading up into tiny gluelike balls.
He dare not test his voice. He just nodded.
"It was good, wasn't it?" I asked again. "Especially while you were thinking about all those men."
Buddy turned his face away.
"Admit it, why don't you?" I challenged. "What are you afraid of-the words? You know it's so, and I know it. You're not fooling anyone."
The flush of his shame made his face hot. He still couldn't face me, and he buried his eyes in the thick pile of the living-room rug.
"That was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had in my life," he said softly. It was as if he had to say the words out loud, and still couldn't quite convince himself. "I can hardly believe it."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "I enjoyed mine as well."
He glanced quickly up at me. His eyes were burning. "I didn't enjoy it. I hated it. I hated it, do you hear me? Hated it!"
I laughed softly. "Sometimes love and hate are hard to separate. They get all confused and mixed together. Your feelings for me, for example."
Buddy shook his head. "No, you're wrong there," he said. "I don't hate you, Kathy. I love you. And I still want you back. I'll do anything you ask, meet any condition you desire. Just come back to me Kathy."
I nodded my head solemnly, mocking the depth of his feelings. He was mine and I knew it. I had Buddy in the palm of my hand.
"That's commendable," I said. "And perhaps necessary."
He looked at me blankly, not comprehending.
"If you want me to stay, Buddy, and be your wife -then you must do everything I say. Everything. Do you understand? Those are my terms. Meet them and I'll stay as your wife. And if you fail, I'll leave just as I left last week. Only next time I won't return."
Buddy swallowed hard. He shrugged his shoulders. "I love you, Kathy."
His passivity angered me again, as it always had. He was like putty that I could punch and prod and mold to any shape I desired. If there was even the shell of a man somewhere inside of him, it had been crushed long ago. All that remained was the willing pulp of his soft flesh, ready to do anything-even sell the last shred of his pride-to keep from having to stand up and face life. Change terrified Buddy, and he clung to stability with a sick desperation; clung even when that stability had turned corrupt and putrid by shifting circumstances. Oh God! How I hated his weakness! Why couldn't he fight for me at least? Was I that worthless? Did I mean that little to him?
"I want men, Buddy," I said. "I want men." He blinked numbly. "I don't under-"
"I want men!" I said again. "Lovers, men to make love to me, men to fuck me!"
The blood rushed out of his face as if someone ha opened a drain at the base of his spine. He began to weave back and forth weakly, and I thought he was going to pass out. His lips moved but no sound slipped from between them.
"Don't ask me that, Kathy," he said finally.
"I don't ask it-I demand it! You either do it or I'll leave."
He ran his hand hard through his hair, brushing it back until his head looked bald. His face was like a skull-hollow eyed, gaunt cheeks, bonelike teeth. He looked dead.
"I want you to go out and get them for me, Buddy," I said. "I want you to get me lovers, bring them home for me to make love to. I want you to pimp for me. I want cock, and I want you to get it for me. Do you understand?"
Buddy began to rise up from the floor. His mouth moved to find words, and he waved his hands through the air in front of him, as if he were beating back my suggestion. I could see him fighting with himself, struggling to reach some kind of solution. His face grew hard and ugly and pained, and I was afraid the decision was going to tear him in half.
Finally, a sob tore through his body and he settled back onto the floor.
"Do you understand?" I asked again.
"Yes," he said softly. "Yes, I understand."
I glared at him in hatred.
"I'll do anything you ask," he said, barely audible. "Even that-"
"Come here now, Buddy," I said, smiling. "I'm going to give you a treat. A reward."
He moved heavily towards me, like a puppet.
"My, my, look at that," I said, pointing. "You have a hard-on again, Buddy. Apparently the idea isn't so distasteful as you'd like me to think. So soon after cumming, and you have another hard-on."
I placed him on the couch and took his reawakened cock into my mouth. I began to suck it. It was hard and hot and stiffer than it had been before he came. I sucked it into my mouth and let him cum there. It was a small price to pay for the victory I had just won. A very small price.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The very next day Buddy began to bring men home for me. The first was a man Buddy met in a bar. His name was Ralph. Buddy bought him a beer, and then explained to him what he wanted Ralph to do. Naturally, Ralph was suspicious. He didn't believe Buddy and thought he was some kind of homosexual. Then, when he did manage to convince him that the proposal was legitimate, Ralph thought it was some kind of con game. Finally, Buddy had to call me on the telephone, and I talked to Ralph.
"I want to fuck with you," I said over the phone.
"Are you serious, lady?" Ralph asked.
"You're damn right I am. How big is your cock, Ralph?"
I could almost feel him start with shock, even over the telephone. He thought for a moment. "Big enough," he finally said. "More than seven inches."
"Oohh! That sounds nice. Why don't you come on over and stick it in my cunt? Maybe I'll even suck it for you. Would you like that?"
"Ain't ya husband gonna mind?"
I laughed. "Not at all. We have an agreement. He enjoys it in fact. He likes to watch other men make love to me. It turns him on."
"You're really serious, ain't ya?"
"Ask me that question again when you've got your cock in my pussy. I'll let you know then if I'm serious or not."
After that, I spoke to Buddy again. Twenty minutes later, I was in bed with Ralph. He was an older man, in his late forties, with a thick hairy truck-driver's body and a long fat cock. He came almost immediately, and I had to work hard over him to get him to cum a second time so that he could satisfy me.
After it was over, and we came out of the bedroom together, we sat around in the bar in the basement, with Buddy making drinks for us. The atmosphere was strained and uncomfortable, and when Ralph asked whether he could see me again, I said no.
"I enjoy variation," I explained. "With so many cocks to choose from, it would be foolish to do it again with the same man. Not, at least, when I could have a different one. You understand, don't you?"
Ralph shook his head skeptically. "You are really something, lady. One of a kind."
After he left, Buddy was quiet and withdrawn, but I knew he was very, very excited. All the while I had been in the bedroom with Ralph, I could hear Buddy at the bedroom door, listening. And perhaps even peeking through the keyhole.
I asked him if he wanted me to tell him how it was with Ralph, and Buddy tried to make his voice sound only casually interested. But the hard edge of excitement was evident and unmistakable.
So I told Buddy everything, in slow, graphic detail, and I watched the excitement building in his face and his crotch. Despite the fact that I was forcing him to do this for me, the very real truth of it was that he was turned on by this kind of sex. And, when I asked Buddy if he wanted to fuck me, he jumped at the chance.
He fucked me deep and hard, stroking his hot cock in and out of my cunt-the same cunt that held Ralph's cock less than a half-hour earlier. Buddy brought me quickly to an orgasm, and then he began to gush profusely, depositing his cum in the puddle that Ralph had left inside of me. It was one of the best orgasms that Buddy had ever given to me, and I began to suspect that his knowledge of my extramarital sex was acting like some kind of virility enhancer.
The next day, Buddy brought me another new man, procured in the same manner, but at a different bar. This one was younger, younger even than I, and his name was Frank. He was a reedy, blond youth, with a long, slender cock that stayed hard even after he had cum. Because of it, he managed to bring me to three separate orgasms, one after the other, without once disengaging his cock from my cunt.
After he left, I told Buddy all about him, and I watched him fondle himself through his clothing as I spoke. When I was finished speaking, this time Buddy asked me if we could make love. I said yes, and we went into the bedroom. Buddy noticed the cum on the sheets and he got very excited. He put his cock between my legs to hump it against my cunt, and he suddenly came like that, before he even put his cock into me. Then he satisfied me by licking my pussy.
We worked our system of procuring men this same way for nearly two weeks before I tired of it and decided I wanted to vary it. It wasn't as exciting as it should have been, and I felt Buddy was enjoying it too much. It wasn't a punishment any longer; it was more like a reward. So I told him, after a great deal of objections, that I wanted to change one small detail. I wanted Buddy to choose the men to make love to me from his friends. I wanted Buddy to know the men who were fucking me. No more strangers. There was too much safety in strangers.
And so, when the front doorbell rang, I was almost breathless with excitement when I went to answer it. It was nearly nine o'clock at night; the children were in bed sleeping, and the house was silent with anticipation. Another variation in my sex life was about to begin.
I opened the door, smiling.
"Uh, Kathy," Buddy began. There was a tightness in his voice, and his hand was trembling as he extended it in front of me in a gesture of greeting. "Kathy, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Bermann... uh... John Bermann... my boss."
John Bermann was a strikingly handsome man, a few years older than Buddy, but with a youthful face and a style of dress that made him appear so much younger. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and had dark brown hair that he wore fashionably long. His features were straight and cleanly chiselled, his eyes soft and brown, and his lips full and sensually moist.
Two rows of dazzling white-capped teeth smiled back at me.
"How do you do, Mrs. Anderson," he said, bowing his head slightly.
I held up my hand in admonition. "It's Kathy," I said. "And I do very well. I'm so pleased to meet you."
He smiled easily. "And I'm grateful to Buddy for this opportunity to visit with you."
I stepped back away from the door and allowed them to walk into the hallway. Buddy seemed tensed, and he walked with a stiff, brittle stride that took him into the center of the room. John walked more casually, slowly.
I closed the door and locked it. "Shall we go into the living room?" I suggested. "I've set up a portable bar there, and I'm sure we'd all like a drink."
As we turned to enter the living room, I purposely caught Buddy's eye. He glared at me hatefully, but nodded his head. That meant John knew what the real purpose of his visit was for. John knew he was here to fuck me.
A throb of excitement and disappointment mingled gently in my muscles as I followed the two men into the living room. The disappointment, because John already knew, and I had been looking forward to see how Buddy would tell him. The excitement was obvious: John Bermann was a gorgeous man; certainly the best one I've had so far, including Grant. Secretly I wondered how he was hung. Fortunately, I didn't have long to wonder.
"You have a lovely home," John said, giving the room a cursory glance. "Thank you," I said. Then I laughed. "I hope you like the other rooms. Especially the bedrooms."
John smiled at me, and his white teeth flashed. "I'm especially looking forward to seeing them."
I walked over to the sofa and sat on one end. John sat across from me in the armchair. He folded his hands across his stomach and sat with his legs extended in front of him, thoroughly relaxed. Only Buddy remained standing.
"I think I'll be leaving you two alone now," Buddy suggested. He began to back out of the room, moving with that same stiff, uncomfortable stride as before. He was humbled this time and he knew it.
"Why don't you get us a drink?" I asked. Actually, there was no question in my voice. It was a command. "See what John would like. You already know what I want." Then I laughed. "To drink, I mean."
Buddy flushed, and he fought to compose himself. He turned and faced his boss. "What would you like, Mr. Ber... uh... John?"
"Scotch would be fine," John said. From the tone of his voice, it was evident he was used to giving orders. He was treating Buddy like a waiter. "On the rocks."
Buddy turned and walked across the room to the portable bar. He busied himself with mixing the drinks.
"Come and sit over here by me, John," I said. "So we both can be comfortable." John turned and looked towards Buddy. Then he gave me a quizzical look.
"It's all right," I said. "Buddy doesn't mind. Do you, dear?"
Buddy didn't answer, but the ice cubes clinked loudly as he dropped them into the glasses.
"Come on, John," I said. "Don't be shy." I patted the sofa cushion next to me. "Sit with me."
John got up and walked across to the sofa. He sat next to me, a few inches away, and I could smell the cloying sweetness of his expensive cologne. It had a very erotic smell, and I inhaled it deeply.
"I'm looking forward to tonight," I said. I slid over on the sofa, and my thigh brushed against his leg. He pulled back at first, then returned the pressure of my caress. I began to rub my thigh up and down against him.
"You're very honest about your feelings, Mrs. Anderson," he said. He pushed his leg more firmly against my thigh. "That's unusual."
I allowed my gaze to move up from his knee until I was staring at his crotch. I moved my eyes just slowly enough to allow him to follow them, and see where they were going.
"I'm not honest about all of my feelings," I said, licking my lips with the wet tip of my tongue. "Only about my sexual ones."
"I'll take that as a compliment then," he said. His smile was shy and naive, boyish almost, but the hard, steady stare of his eyes contradicted the smile. There was nothing innocent about the way he was looking at me.
"Thank you," I answered. "It was intended as one."
John laughed. "I know this is going to sound silly, but it's kind of warm in here. Would you mind if I took my jacket off and opened my tie?"
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Go right ahead. Make yourself... comfortable. And thank you, incidentally, for your compliment."
Buddy returned with our drinks just as John had removed his jacket. He pulled his tie from his neck and opened the top button of his shirt. He tossed his jacket next to him, down at the other end of the sofa.
Buddy handed him his drink. "Thank you."
"I'm gonna go," Buddy mumbled to me. He handed me my drink.
I took the tall orange drink in my hand and considered Buddy's request for a moment. "No," I said, finally. "I don't think so tonight, Buddy. I think I'd rather you stay."
Buddy glanced anxiously at John, then quickly back to me. "Kathy... I don't-" I narrowed my eyes and gave Buddy a chilling look. "I think it would be better if you stayed. Why don't you go sit over there, across from us." I pointed to the armchair directly across from the sofa.
Buddy looked again at John, his eyes pleading silently.
"I don't think John will mind," I said, anticipating Buddy's question. "Will you, John?"
John was sipping from his drink, and he moved it from his lips. "I don't know... " he began uncertainly.
"I'd enjoy it so much, John," I said. I pressed my thigh hard against his, an action that Buddy did not fail to notice. I said, "Please, John? For me?"
John thought for a moment, but I knew the press of my soft thigh would not be that easy to ignore. He finally nodded. "Well, I guess so. It's all right with me. I don't mind, I guess."
I licked my lips again. "Good. I knew you'd see it my way." I turned to Buddy, and in a cold, hard voice, said: "Go sit down, Buddy. You're holding everything up."
Like a petulant schoolboy, Buddy turned and stalked over to the chair. He threw himself into it, slumping down with his hands folded together in front of him, his feet spread straight out. There was pain and anger in his wet eye, but there was also something else. The unmistakable flicker of excitement. Sweat had already begun to bead across his forehead, and there was a hardness in his pants.
There was none yet in John's, so I decided to put it there. I placed my glass down on the end table next to the sofa, and turned and kissed John on the mouth.
The kiss caught him unexpectedly, and he jumped, spilling his Scotch on his shirt. But he didn't pull away, even when the liquid splashed on him, and he kissed me back, his hands suspended in the air, his mouth open and sucking on my tongue.
"Ohhhhh," I heard Buddy moan. The sound came out soft and wet, and there was more excitement than pain in it.
I rolled my tongue over the bulge of John's tongue, darting it back into his mouth, licking up the strong aftertaste of the Scotch in his saliva. My tongue explored the inside Of his mouth carefully, behind the ridges of his teeth, in the moist pockets in either cheek, even over the hollow smoothness at the roof of his mouth. Then I pulled my tongue out, and as if I had created a vacuum, his tongue slid into my open mouth, and he returned the oral exploration with the same wet thoroughness. Our lips rolled gently together, soft and wet, and then hard and demanding.
I pulled my mouth back and opened my eyes. John's eyes were still closed, and the darkness of a flush colored his cheeks. I glanced over at Buddy. He had sunk further into his chair, and his eyes were barely visible over the top of his clasped hands. He was staring intently at us. His cock throbbed in his pants.
"You should have warned me, Kathy," John said. He began to mop up the spilled alcohol with his silk handkerchief. He balanced his drink in the other hand.
"I wanted to catch you unaware," I explained. "You can tell a great deal by a first kiss."
"And what did my kiss tell you?"
"It told me that you want to fuck me," I said. "Is that correct?"
John put his handkerchief away and sipped from his drink. "You didn't read my kiss, you read my mind."
I leaned forward. "You'd better put your drink down."
He did, and I kissed him again. There was no caution, no hesitation this time. His mouth was hard and eager, and it was his tongue that pried open my lips. It was fat and wet, and he jerked it into my mouth, licking at me frantically, as if he were trying to start the fire of my passion with the abrasive friction of his tongue.
And he succeeded, partially, but not quickly enough for his excited mood, so he put his hand on my breast and pressed into it with his strong fingers. I hadn't worn a bra, and I could feel the heat of his palm through the soft thinness of my sweater. My nipples jumped stiffly erect. John pinched them through the sweater.
Buddy, far away, and in a low, growling voice, moaned: "Jesus, Jesus!"
With a considerable effort, I pushed John's tongue back into his mouth and began to explore it again with my tongue. I darted my tongue into his flowing sweetness, licking his tongue, his lips, his cheeks, even his teeth; licking everything I could find to taste in the mounting frenzy of my growing passion.
John's hand worked with the slow confidence of a craftsman, and he kneaded the sensitive flesh of my tit. He pressed into it with the tips of his fingers, and he turned his hand, rotating the fleshy mound gently to the right. I felt my whole breast turn. Then he moved his hands in the other direction, and the tender knob rotated back. It was as if he were looking for the correct combination-the one that would turn me on.
He found it after another second, and he gave up playing with me through the sweater and slid his hand up underneath it, against my naked chest. He cupped the tit in his hand, and my flesh tingled with excitement. The nipple brushed against his soft palm, and he pressed it into the mound with the gentle press of his hand. I felt the nipple growing harder, and when he took it between two fingers and pinched it, I began to moan with pleasure.
"Oh, suck them," I said, pulling my mouth away from John's lips. "Put them in your mouth and suck on them!"
John pulled the sweater up, and my naked breasts popped out.
"Jesus!" Buddy cried excitedly. "Jez-us!"
"Oh, yes!" I moaned, and I pressed John's face against my tits as his mouth came down and closed around one nipple and then the other. He sucked and licked and tongued my stiff aroused flesh until I felt as if I was melting right down into the cushions of the sofa. "Suck them, baby. Suck them!"
I wasted about three seconds holding John's face against my breast before I dropped one hand to his crotch and touched his cock. The organ was thick and hard, and I could feel it throbbing even through the soft material of his pants. I squeezed it with my fingers, and ran my trembling hand up and down the length of the concealed weapon. Heat basked up through his pants, and he groaned against my breasts when I lowered my hand between his thighs and squeezed his balls. I crushed them inward, then released them, and returned to stroking John's long thick cock.
"That feels so good," John moaned. He began to lick my tits, starting from underneath the curve and licking upward, over the nipple, until his tongue flattened against the smooth flesh of my chest, just above the breasts. He kept his tongue stiff and wet, and as the saliva began to evaporate, the flesh cooled erotically. My breasts began to tingle.
My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and I pulled it loose. John sucked in his stomach as my hand slipped down the waistband of the pants. I struggled with the clasp that holds the pants closed, and after a few moments, managed to open it. I pulled the zipper down slowly, and John's pants parted.
I felt hot, hairy flesh between the flaps of John's shirt. I looked down. The head of John's cock was poking from the top of his shorts. He was wearing bikini shorts, deep blue in color, and they cut low across his belly, revealing his tanned flesh and dark curling hair. I wrapped my fingers around the head of his cock and pulled it the rest of the way out of his shorts.
"Oh, God, that's good!" he moaned. He pushed his cock up and down in my hands. He was very hot, and I could feel the hard ridges under the flesh as I pulled the organ up and down with my fingers. "God, that feels good!"
I darted my scooping hand down into the tightness of his shorts, and I pulled his balls out. They were tight and wrinkled, covered with a wiry, bristling growth of thick hair. I rolled them in the palm of my hand, then returned my curling fingers to the shaft of his cock. I began to jerk it up and down with my fist.
"Oh, my God!" I heard Buddy whisper. His voice was trembling. "Oh, my God!"
I pulled John's mouth away from my breasts. His face was wet, and I could feel saliva dripping down my nipples.
"Don't forget my pussy," I said, my fingers squeezing into the hardness of his cock. "My cunt loves to be worked on as much as my tits do."
John smiled. "Bad habit. I always enjoy saving the best for last. Sorry."
I squeezed his cock. "Don't be sorry. Just finger my cunt."
The bluntness of my words caused Buddy to cry out. It was more like a groan or a cry of pleasure. I looked over at him. He was sitting more erect now, with his legs parted widely. Both hands were against his crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants. He was breathing deeply, excitedly.
John moved his hand down to my cunt, and I slid forward on the cushion so that his hand would have a clear shot at my cunt. I felt his fingers curl inward, against the mound, and he gripped it tightly through the fabric of my skirt. He began to move his middle finger against my clitoris, rotating it gently, causing my legs to stiffen in front of me from the sudden spasm of pleasure.
"Under the skirt," I said. I squeezed his cockhead between my fingers. "Put your hand under my skirt."
John unbent his gripping fingers, and I felt him slide his hand down my leg. He rubbed my knee several times, then pushed his hand between my thighs and slid it up under my skirt. I parted my thighs for his hand. He touched my cunt.
"You don't have any panties on!" he said, surprised, excited. "You're naked under the skirt!"
I laughed a low and throaty groan. "I'm a wicked woman. Didn't you know that?"
John flipped my skirt back, and I slid further down on the cushion, until my ass was hanging over the edge. My legs were spread wide and open, and John's hand was between them, pressing up against my naked, hairy cunt.
Buddy's eyes were in direct line with my cunt. He groaned at the sight.
John's hand closed against my cunt, and I felt his fingers slipping between the wet flap of the lips. I was flowing heavily, and my cunt made a wet noise as his hand curled over the flesh mound. I heard the hairs crush lightly under his closing palm; I felt him hold his middle and ring fingers tightly together against the crack of my cunt. He pushed the two fingers up into me, and I sighed from the intense, thankful pleasure of penetration.
"God! I can see them going in!" Buddy exclaimed. His voice was hushed and urgent. "I can see his fingers going in her cunt!"
I pushed my cunt down against John's probing fingers, spreading my thighs even wider. His fingers slid up hard and wetly inside of me, and I could feel the lips wrapping themselves around his hand. I tightened my cunt and began to rock my hips as he pushed the two fingers in and out of my clinging cunthole.
"Oh God!" I sighed. I began stroking John's cock in earnest now, with long, full strokes that began at the base of his hairy belly and carried my hand up the full length of his cock, until the swollen glans was between my fingers. Then I began again, at the base, and repeated the steady, jerking movement. He began to rock his hips in rhythm to my sexual tempo. "Oh, Christ! That's great! Great!"
John began thumping his hand into my cunt, driving the two fingers deep into my box. The vibration of his lurches, and the press of his fist against my swollen clitoris as he pumped his hand in and out, made my cunt swell with tensed pleasure.
"Ohh-h!" I sighed, fucking myself with his hand. "Let me suck your cock before you make me cum. I want to suck it, please!"
"No, no, no... " Buddy cried. Then in a low, whispered prayer, he cried: "Yes, yes!"
John continued to drill his two fingers in and out of my gripping cunt, and he climbed awkwardly onto the sofa. His pants were down to the middle of his thighs, and he was leaning forward so that he didn't have to pull his hand from my cunt. He thrust his cock toward my face.
"Lean forward," he said. "Suck it, Kathy!"
I bent forward, with my face profiled to Buddy, and I opened my mouth. With my free hand, I guided John's throbbing erection into my mouth. His flesh was hot, and he had a salty, sweaty taste. I closed my lips around his shaft, and I bobbed forward, sucking up, and drew his cock deeply into my mouth.
"Suck it, suck it," someone said. It was Buddy. "Suck it, Kathy. Suck it!"
John's cock was hard and thick in my mouth, and my jaw was stretched to take him in. My tongue curled under the base of his cock, and I pressed it up, wrapping the tongue around the wet shaft. I sucked in, drawing the inside of my cheeks against the sides of the organ. I moved slowly forward, taking him into my mouth, stopping only when I felt the swollen thickness of his cockhead against the back of my throat. I pulled back, then forward, increasing my tempo as John drove it in and out. After a moment, I had matched the tempo of John's fingers as he pumped them in and out of my cunt. I could feel my orgasm building furiously, and I knew I'd have no difficulty cumming.
"I wanna fuck!" John cried. "Oh, Jez, it feels so great! Let me take it out, though. I wanna fuck. I wanna put it in your cunt so I can cum!"
I pulled my head back and forced the head of his cock from between my lips with the stiffness of my extended tongue. I licked the head of his cock, wetting it with my clear saliva until it began to drip.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, sliding my tongue from side to side across the distended knob of John's cockhead. "I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me."
John stepped back, off the sofa, pulling his two fingers from my cunt. My sucking flesh made a soft popping sound. John wiped his wet hand on my cunt hair, running his fingers up the mound, spreading the sticky juice all over my heaving belly. He stepped back a foot or two more, and his pants dropped to the rug. His shorts followed quickly, with the aid of his impatient hands, and he stepped out of them both. He stood naked to the waist, with the long red shaft of his cock poking obscenely between the parted folds of his shirttail.
I heard Buddy groan with vicarious passion, and as I turned to lay flat on the sofa, I caught a blurred glance of him sitting on the chair, several feet away from us. He had slumped down low again, but his legs were stiff and straight in front of him, spread very widely apart, with his ass balancing on the narrow edge of the chair cushion. His legs moved erratically up and down, with his heels coming up off the floor. Both his hands were buried in his crotch, and I could see the thick outline of his cock between his fingers as he kneaded it through his pants.
I lay back flat, with the arm of the sofa propping my head up, and I raised my ass so that I could pull my skirt all the way up. I bunched it up by my waist and wriggled my sweater all the way up to my neck. I was still fully clothed, but all my sexual parts hung out nakedly.
"Come and fuck me," I said, calling to John. I put both my hands on my cunt, and I pulled the lips open for him to see how ready I was for his cock. "Come and fuck me... please!"
"Please," Buddy echoed, in a hollow, whispering voice.
I looked down at my half-naked body. My legs were spread wide apart. I had one leg hooked over the back cushion of the sofa. The other leg dangled over the side of the seat, with my foot flat on the floor. My cunt was a wide-open target for John's cock.
John grunted excitedly as he climbed between my pale, beckoning thighs. I took the hot shaft of his cock in my hand and guided it to my cunt. I pressed the head between the lips, and I pushed up from the floor with one leg. I pressed the other hard back against the cushion for leverage. John's cock slid into me, about an inch or two, and I nearly swooned from the joy of his hard invasion of my cunt.
"Fuck her, John!" Buddy chanted, in a crazy mumbling imitation of my voice. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her... "
John leaned forward, dropping his weight heavily against me. His cock drilled into me, the full throbbing length, like a red-hot poker, searing the wet flesh of my pussy. I pushed up to greet the downward plunge, grinding the mouth of my cunt hard against his belly. I could feel him between my thighs, up on his knees, with the hair on his crotch rubbing against the hair on my cunt. Every single inch of his cock was in my cunt.
"It's in!" Buddy hissed. "I can see it-it's in her!"
John pulled back, and his cock withdrew about three inches. Then he pushed forward again, returning his cock to its original depth. He leaned into me, with his belly brushing against my clitoris, then pulled it out again, a little further this time. My empty cunt collapsed, with only the opening remaining stuffed open from the plug of his cockhead. John jerked into me again, and the sticky, clinging tunnel pried open as he drove his hot cock all the way up my pussy. Exquisite pleasure followed the plunge of his cock. Then, when he pulled it back the next time, I was ready for him, and I mimicked his movement in reverse, establishing the fucking rhythm. He slid wetly into me again, driving deep and hard, and I crushed my cunt against his belly, greeting him.
"You're so wet!" John grunted, sliding his cock in and out of my cunt. "You're so wet!" The discovery seemed to excite him.
I pushed up from the floor with one foot and pressed the other down against the back of the sofa, wedging the foot between the sofa and the wall. I lifted my ass from the cushion under me, and rolled my cunt around in a quick, grinding circle as John pushed in and out of the center of that circle. I could feel the inner lips of my cunt clinging to the length of his cock shaft, sliding wetly up and down as he pushed it in and out of me. The pleasure at the tip of my womb was very real. And unstable.
"Fuck me, John!" I pleaded, tempting that pleasure with two more quick slaps of my cunt against his cock. He drove through the ball of pleasure, reorganizing its structure, making it even more unstable. It could go off at any moment. "Fuck me, John! Fuck me! Make me cum!"
John grunted excitedly with every thrust into me. Sweat mixed with the sweetness of his cologne, and my nostrils sucked in the odor so that it would tickle my clitoris. His shirt was sticking to his back, and I realized, in an insane moment of wild pleasure, that he still had his wide, expensive tie on. A formal fuck, my crazed, pleasure tortured mind thought. A formal fuck!
"I'm gonna cum soon," John grunted, and I felt the tempo of his hunches into me speed up. "Should I pull out and cum on your belly?"
"No!" I screamed. I reached down and around, and grabbed onto his naked ass. It was tense and hard under my clawing fingers, and I pushed him into me, causing his cock to slide deeper, higher, harder up the elongated tube of my cunt. I dug my nails into his flesh. "Cum in me! Please. Cum in me! I want to feel you cum inside of me! Cum in my cunt!"
"He's going to cum in her cunt!" Buddy cried. "God, yes! Do it!"
I squeezed the whole length of my cunt down around the hard round thickness of John's cock. I pulled him down, dropping my suspended ass back to the cushion under me. He stiffened, then slammed his cock into me, thrusting it up as hard and as deep as he could. It began to throb inside of me.
"I'm... cumming!" he cried. "I'm-"
"Cumming!" Buddy cried, finishing it for him.
John began to cum. Long, thick spurts surged up from his balls and fired point-blank into my cunt. I felt his cock draw back, then fire again. Hot, thick pellets of angry cum splattered into the slick walls of my cunt. I cried out from the contact. John leaned forward, digging into the sofa cushion with his knees. He pushed his cock further and further up inside of me. His body trembled again, his cock kicked back, and my cunt was filled with his hot cum. Wetness splattered my insides, digging into me, bleeding my orgasm from my cunt.
The leg that was on the floor lifted straight up in the air. The other curled around from the back of the cushion, and twisted around John's ass. I slid down on the sofa; John moved up over me. His cock was driving straight down into my cunt. I pulled him down with one leg, and tried to stretch the other for the ceiling.
"I'm cumming!" my mouth said. The words were bracketed by two screams and punctuated with a groan. "I'm cumming!"
"Ohmigod!" Buddy sobbed. "Oh... oh!"
My body began to cum. Not just my cunt, but my body. My body became one single, searing, soaring tenderness. Every inch of my body and brain ached with the pleasure of cumming. The softness of the sofa cushion under me was like sandpaper against my quivering flesh; John's cock in my cunt was like a large-tooth saw, cutting into my flesh, ripping me to pieces with sensation. My mouth worked around a scream because it was the only word close enough to describe the intensity of the feeling. I screamed and came, until I was hoarse and raw with open sores of oozing orgasm. I felt my body expand mystically, and then I began to dissolve into nothingness. In the whole world, all that was left was a sob. And even that wasn't mine. It was Buddy's.
Slowly, very slowly, I turned my head and looked at him. Buddy had collapsed in the chair. His arms were dangling brokenly over the sides of the chair, and his legs were spread in a wide and sloppy sprawl. His body looked as if it had melted into the chair. On the front of his gray trousers, near the crotch, there was a deep, dark, spreading stain. Watching John and I fuck, Buddy had cum in his pants.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I had Buddy invite Grant Holland to the house. Not immediately, of course. Only after I had him bring more men home for me from his job. I had a different man from Buddy's office the remaining three nights of that week. One was a stock boy, perhaps only seventeen years old, and I was sure I was his first piece of ass. His cock was as hard as a rock, and he must have cum a gallon.
He told me he was in love with me when he left for the night, and the first thing the next morning, he called me again to say he loved me. I told him not to call again, and if he did, Buddy would get him fired from his job. It must have frightened him because I haven't heard from him since that night.
The weekend, though was really special. I was in a mood for an orgy, and I told Buddy so. I instructed him to go out and find me some men and bring them home all at once. I wanted to make love to them together. Ever since that one night in the hotel when I took on two men, I have had a secret craving to know what it feels like to be made love to by more than two men. I told Buddy to bring home three men, and he did.
They were three fiends, out for a night on the town. Their names were Alex, Jimmy and Michael. Alex was getting married the following week, and their night out was a sort of informal bachelor party for him. Then, of course, when Buddy made his suggestion to them about my willing availability, the three men were more than happy to accommodate us. They were fairly drunk by the time they got to our house, but that didn't make any difference to me because I was so damn hot with anticipation. When Buddy called to tell me he was coming home with three men, I began to masturbate, bringing myself close to orgasm several times, but stopping each time just before I consummated the pleasure. So, when they got to the house, I greeted them completely naked, my cunt sopping wet. One of them, Jimmy, I think, managed to get his cock into my cunt before the front door was even closed. God, what a night it was!
I allowed Buddy to participate this time. His job was to film the whole orgy. I made him buy several reels of 8 mm color film, and I took our camera and lights down from the closet. I told Buddy to undress himself and be naked, as we were, and wander around the bedroom, with camera and lights turned on, filming everything.
The orgy was fantastic. Cocks were cumming all over me. In my cunt, in my mouth, between my breasts. Our bodies were dripping with juice and sweat and cum. I got on the bed, and one fucked me in the cunt. Another fucked me in my mouth, and I jerked off the third. Then we varied it, and the men changed places. My body had to readjust to all the different-sized cocks as they took turns fucking me. One would cum, pull out, and another stiff cock would take his place. Then he would cum, in the thick puddle of cum already in me, and I would push him out to take on the third hard cock. By the time he came, the first was hard again and ready to cum all over. And, if he wasn't, my mouth would get him hard regardless of how flaccid his cock was.
And every moment was captured on film. Like a silent ghost, a shadow, Buddy would move between us, with the camera whirring silently, its large unblinking glass eye seeing all.
Then we'd begin to vary our athletics. Someone would sit on a chair, a straight-back kitchen chair, with his cock standing straight up in the air. I would straddle his hips, facing him, and sink his cock into my cunt. Then one of the others would come around behind the chair, and place his prick over the shoulder of whoever was sitting in the chair. I'd start sucking his cock and ride up and down on the cock in my cunt. To finish it off, the third man would get down on his hands and knees and lick up at my asshole, sinking his tongue into it, and ream me out as I was fucking and sucking the others.
Then we'd try it another way. I'd get on my hands and knees on the bed, with my ass hanging over the edge of the mattress. Someone would get behind me, and slip his cock between the lips of my pussy, fucking me doggie-style. Someone else would climb onto the bed, and, on his knees, dangle his cock in my face. The object of this game was to see if we could all cum at the same time. We never did, and the men constantly kept on changing places, but it was a fantastic thing to try. There was always someone cumming every second or two.
How Buddy got satisfied I don't know. He might have masturbated, he might have cum spontaneously as he did that time with his boss, or I might have even fucked him or sucked him to orgasm. It was difficult to tell: there were so many bodies, so many cocks, so much cum that everything mixed together and became indistinguishable.
The orgy continued long into the night, long after we had exhausted all the film Buddy had bought. We continued on until daybreak, until no one could cum or even get hard. My cunt was sore and bloody from the friction of fucking. We slept together, the three men and I, and Buddy slept in the guest room. We woke about ten, tried to fuck some more, but no one was in the mood, and my cunt was too swollen. I made breakfast for them, and around noon they left.
It wasn't until almost four in the afternoon that I thought of Grant Holland. I decided it was foolish to remain bitter towards him. He had wanted only sex and I had wanted love. I couldn't have what I wanted, so I decided to have what he wanted. He had a large cock and knew how to use it, and he could make me cum like crazy. I'd be a fool to let that slip through my fingers. If I could fuck with him without Buddy knowing about it, I certainly could do the same with Buddy present. Besides, I wanted Grant to see my film.
I made Buddy call Grant while I listened on the extension. Buddy told him who he was, then asked Grant if he still wanted to fuck me. Grant was intimidated slightly, but when Buddy explained, and I added my assurance, he finally agreed to come over the following Saturday night. That was six days ago, and now it was Saturday night. Grant Holland was in our home.
We were sitting naked on the sofa in the living room, all three of us. I was in the middle, Grant on one side of me and Buddy on the other. I had both my hands in their laps, jerking them off. Grant had his arm around me, and with his other hand was fingering my cunt. Buddy was squeezing my tits, pinching the nipples between his fingers. We were watching my film.
It had taken some doing, but Buddy had gotten it developed. And for free. He went around with the reels of film until he found a camera shop that did its own processing. He told the owner that the film he wanted developed was pornographic. The owner said he couldn't develop it. Then Buddy told him that it was shots of his wife making love to three men. He told the man he could have a copy of the film if he developed it. The man was interested, but still hesitant. Then Buddy told him he could make love to me, too, as an added inducement. The man agreed, and I went to his camera shop. He wanted me to suck him off. He made Buddy take still shots of it, with the shop owner's expensive camera. The man came in a few seconds; I swallowed his load and continued sucking him until he got hard again. Then I let him fuck me. He didn't cum a second time, but was more than satisfied, and developed our film within two days. As a bonus, he sent us a set of black and white, eight-and-a-half-by-elevens of the shots Buddy took of me sucking the man off. The photos were breathtakingly erotic, especially the ones that showed the cum gushing from the tip of his cock and landing in my open mouth.
The sequence of the film we were watching was a little difficult to follow, since some of the reels were just crudely spliced together, giving the action a disorganized, flitting quality. But it was deeply, deeply erotic, especially the close-ups, and I found myself growing very hot from just watching it. I'd never seen myself getting fucked before, and it was fascinating. I watched cock after cock going in and out of my cunt, and I watched my face screw down on top of orgasm after orgasm. Cum flowed from my cunt like water from a faucet, and there wasn't a single foot of the film in which there wasn't something sexual happening.
We watched it twice, and by the time it was finished for the second time, Grant had managed to insert a third finger to go with the other two already in my cunt. I had pushed myself down to the edge of the sofa, and had my legs spread wide apart, with one thigh thrown over Grant's naked knee and the other thrown over Buddy's. Grant's fingers were making a slow, steady circle around the perimeter of my cunthole, digging into my flesh and scraping me until my cunt dripped with excited discharge.
Buddy, less interested in the film, concentrated on my breasts. He licked and sucked them until they were as wet as my juicing cunt was. He took the nipples between his teeth, one after the other, and he dug the edges of his teeth gently, but firmly, into the fleshy nubs of each nipple. He ground his teeth back and forth, rubbing the nipples back and forth, and he licked the part extending past his teeth with the dabbing tip of his tongue. He worked on me slowly, laving my breasts until they were swollen with pleasure. My tits have always been sensitive, and I've always entertained the notion that I could cum from someone just sucking on them. And, while I didn't quite manage to cum, after Buddy relinquished his mouth's hold on them, I was more sure than ever that it was possible. I put the idea at the back of my mind, for future experimentation, deciding that I would one day allow Buddy to try and see whether or not he could make me cum by just sucking my breasts.
The colorful image on the screen flickered once or twice, and then the film ended. A large white square of light replaced all the sucking and fucking. I nudged Buddy, and he lifted his head from my breasts.
"Shut it off," I said, pushing down against Grant's hand in my cunt. "Shut it before the film breaks. We don't have any leaders on it yet."
I unwrapped my hand from Buddy's stiff cock, and he got up. His cock bobbed from side to side as he walked to shut the projector.
"My God," Grant said. He slid his two fingers from my cunt, and it made a wet, draining sound. He placed the moist fingers on the top of my cunt, just curling them under, and he worked them between the top flap of the lips, against my swollen clitoris. Absently, he began to work his fingers around, rolling the aroused bud, administering a different type of sensation to my cunt.
"That's some film," he said. "That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. Jez, if you ever decided to market that, you'd made a fortune."
My legs stiffened in front of me, and I spread them in a wide arc as the drumming pleasure of Grant's fingers tickled against my cunt. There was an aching emptiness in the hole, where his fingers had been, and I tried to lessen the empty disappointment by allowing the building pleasure in my clit to compensate for it. But the sensation wasn't as intense.
"Do you really think so?" I asked, grunting as I pressed my clitoris against his rotating fingers. "If we sold it, you mean?"
"Sure. You'd make a million dollars. And do you know why? Because it was real. All of you, and you especially, Kathy, were enjoying it. Obviously enjoying it. That's rare in a fuck film."
"Hhhmmm-"
"No!" Buddy said suddenly. He stamped his foot down on the rug for emphasis, and his cock flapped up and down. There was something almost absurd about his anger. "I won't allow that!"
I stared at him seriously for a minute, forgetting that Grant's hand was moving against my cunt.
"I was only joking," I said finally. I watched his eyes. "Don't you know a joke when you hear one?"
The expression on his face softened, but there was something as conversely hard in his eyes. "Oh," he said simply, softly.
Before the gray edges of depression began to work into the rest of the night, I turned quickly to Grant and kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue and lips were very eager, and he molded his mouth against mine with a sudden wet return of my kiss. Obviously, the film had excited him.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, flicking it from side to side, and at the same time, he bent the two same fingers on my clit deeper and lower into my cunt and sunk them back inside of me. I could feel them slide up, opening and closing, rotating and curling around inside my cunt. I pushed down to match his vigorous upward thrusts.
"That's nice," I moaned, moving my lips inside the wetness of Grant's mouth. "That feels nice."
Buddy returned to the sofa and sat down beside us. I returned my hand to Grant's stiff cock when he buried his fingers in my cunt again, and I pulled it slowly up and down as we kissed. I could almost feel Buddy watching what I was doing. Silently watching.
Then he decided to join us in our pleasure. Timidly, I felt him place his hand on my back. His palm was hot and sweaty, and he moved his fingers slowly up and down. He ran his hand over to my side, up and down the gently sloping curve of my waist and hips. Buddy moved his hand down to the middle of my thigh, then stopped and slid it back up. He pushed his fingers under my arm, and I sighed in pleasure when he pushed the hand forward and cupped my breast.
"Oohhh," I moaned, feeling my nipples tingle to life. Buddy's fingers pinched and pulled and cupped and massaged. I kissed Grant hard and wetly with my tongue, pulling his cock rapidly up and down, squeezing tightly into the shaft with my fingers. "That feels good."
Buddy made a half-turn on the sofa, and pressed his body against my back. I could feel his hot cock against my ass, pushing between the cheeks like a wedge. Buddy slid his other hand around, under my body. His fingers curled up to the other breast and he cupped it. And so, while I kissed Grant and jerked him off, and he kissed me back and fingered my cunt with two hard, thrusting fingers, Buddy pressed the head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass and cupped both my breasts with his squeezing hands. We kept that up for a long while, until I began to get really excited.
I pressed back against Buddy with my ass, and rocked forward to greet Grant's driving fingers in my cunt. Sweat began to roll down my back, between the cheeks of my ass. Buddy's cock slipped down under my ass, between my legs. It was pressing up against the back side of my cunt.
Grant pushed his fingers up into me, and the head of Buddy's cock grazed against his fingers. Grant pulled back, but Buddy, feeling the open wetness of my cunt against the head of his cock, increased his humping between my thighs. The head of his cock kept bumping into Grant's hand.
A wicked idea formed in my brain.
I pulled my mouth away from Grant's lips. I clutched his cock excitedly, pumping my fist rapidly up and down his throbbing length. I could feel Buddy's cock and Grant's fingers between my legs, pressing to get into my cunt.
"Put him in me," I said excitedly. "Put him in me, Grant."
Grant opened his eyes and stared at me. "What?"
My tits felt like they were going to explode from the pressure of Buddy's pinching fingers.
"Take Buddy's cock in your hand," I said, "and put it in my cunt. I want to feel you put it in me."
Grants large gray eyes considered this for a moment. Grant certainly was no prude, and it was obvious that he harbored no secret doubts about his masculinity. It took him only a moment more to lake his decision.
"All right," he said.
I felt Grant's two fingers sliding out of my cunt, and a throb of anticipation rang through my body. Grant reached back, under me, and closed his fingers around Buddy's cock. Buddy pulled back at the contact, but Grant pushed up quickly, and before he had a chance to fully realize what was happening, the head of Buddy's cock was in my cunt. Then, to make sure he was firmly entrenched, he pushed his two fingers against the shaft of Buddy's cock, sliding him even deeper into my cunt. Then Grant returned his fingers to my clitoris, and while Buddy fucked me from behind, Grant masturbated me.
"Oh, Jesus!" Buddy groaned. He began to kiss my back and squeeze my tits. "That feels so great! I love it this way. I love it!"
Buddy moved down the sofa and pushed up hard between my thighs. I lifted one leg and pushed it behind me, twisting it under Buddy's top leg. My cunt was wide open now, and Buddy drilled his cock straight up into me.
The pleasure that was working all over my body began to make me go crazy. My cunt was full of cock, my clit was being rubbed, and both my tits were being squeezed. I had a man behind me and a man in front of me. My mouth was kissing Grant's lips, my fingers were curled around his cock, and I was jerking him off. My body was so flooded with sensations, it was difficult to know where one pleasure began and another ended. My head began to swirl.
"Oh, God!" I moaned. The room seemed to be dancing in front of me, and there was a ringing in my ears. "Put your fingers back inside of me, Grant Please! I want to feel your fingers in me while Buddy's cock is in my cunt."
"I'll hurt you-" Grant protested.
"Do it, please!"
Cautiously, Grant slid the two fingers back to my cunt hole. Buddy's cock had pushed the lips wide apart. With one finger, Grant wiggled it back and forth against the elastic mouth of my over-stuffed cunt. I felt the pressure and hardness as he pushed the finger into me, placing it alongside of Buddy's cock. "I can feel you both!" I moaned, excited by the unbelievable tightness in my cunt. "Put the other finger in-all the way!"
Buddy jerked rapidly in and out of my cunt, rubbing the soft nub of Grant's finger with the shaft of his cock. I felt Grant draw his middle finger down the open gash of my parted lips. The finger pushed against the hole of my cunt. Grant thrust in hard.
"Oh God!" I screamed. My cunt felt as if it was going to rip in half. "It's so big!!"
Grant's second finger drove up into my cunt. Buddy's cock throbbed excitedly against them. Grant began to wiggle the fingers around, thrusting them in and out. Buddy started grunting, as if Grant were masturbating him.
"Ohmigod!" I kept on saying. It seemed as though my cunt was going to explode. "Ohmigod... "
Buddy's pace quickened, and he bent his thighs up so that his cock was even deeper in me than it had been. He smashed his legs against me, driving his cock in and out of the tightness of my cunt. I could feel Grant's moving fingers against the shaft of Buddy's cock.
"Uh uh, uh!" Buddy grunted. He bit my shoulder with his crazy mouth, and his fingernails dug into my nipples. "Uh!' The walls of my cunt felt as if they were on fire. I could feel the tight canal straining and stretching as wide as possible-wider than it had ever been stretched before-to take in the searing width of the three driving probes of hard flesh that were stuffed into my cunt. Wetness flowed from me in self-defense, to lubricate that tremendously stretched hole, but there wasn't enough wetness in my whole body to make that penetration comfortable or easy.
I pushed my cunt violently down around all of that hardness, and pleasure and pain made my brain boil. I jerked Grant's cock violently, trying to wrench it off in my hand.
Something wet and hot spilled into me, and I could feel Buddy's cock begin to spit and jerk. A creamy thick flood of cum drenched my cunt.
"No-no!" I moaned, feeling that wonderful hardness slipping away. "Too soon! Too soon! I'm not ready. I'm not ready... "
But Buddy continued to cum, slamming his knees against the back of my thighs, driving his spewing cock in and out of my cunt. Cum was all over my cunt, all over Buddy's thighs, and all over Grant's two plunging fingers.
"Jez!" Grant mumbled, in shock and surprise. "I can feel him cumming. I can actually feel him cumming!"
The supreme hardness oozed milkily away, and Buddy's dribbling cock slipped wetly from my cunt. Now, besides the cum, all that remained in my cunt was Grant's two fingers.
"Do something," I moaned. "Please, Grant, do something before I lose my mind!"
Grant rolled me over and began to fuck me. He opened my cunt with those same two fingers that were in the hole and slid his thick cock into me. I could feel it sliding through the slippery wetness of Buddy's cum. Grant's strokes were long and deep, but not long and deep enough. The ache of that unobtainable hardness was still in my cunt, like an itch that couldn't be scratched.
"Do something," I moaned. I rolled my head from side to side. "God! Please do something!!"
Grant grunted and lifted my ass in his hands. He pulled himself up until he was standing erect. I was almost upside down, with my head pressed against the back pillow of the sofa, and the rest of my body stretching up on an incline, with my cunt locked against Grant's driving middle. He held me in the sling of his hands, with my thighs spread wide around his hips. He drove his cock straight down into my cunt, slamming into me as hard as he could thrust. My head kept banging against the back pillow until I thought he was going to split my skull.
"It's no good!" I screamed. "It's no good. I need something more!"
Buddy was frantic. "What? What should I do?"
Little by little, I could feel my orgasm slipping away. The torturous threat of that happening would be enough to drive me over the brink of sanity, especially now, when I was so close, and my body was so full of threatening orgasm.
"Do something!" I screamed. And then: "Suck his cock! Buddy, suck Grant's cock!"
"What?" Buddy's voice broke.
"Do as I say-suck Grant's cock. I want to watch you do it!"
Horror was in Buddy's voice. "I can't do-"
"Do it, damnit!" I screamed. I lashed out at Buddy with my closed fist and tried to hit him. "If you make me lose this orgasm I'll leave! You'll never see me again! Never!" My voice was shrill with anguish.
Grant disengaged, and I dropped back to the floor. I pulled myself up onto the sofa, burying my hand against my clitoris. I began to masturbate myself furiously, until my arm ached. The pleasure began to return.
"Do it!" I screamed. "NOW!"
The distaste for the act was obvious on Grant's face, but I think at that moment he was as frightened of me as Buddy was. Nothing can quite match the fury of a woman on the brink of an orgasm, and not being able to bring it off. At that instant, I would have gladly murdered someone if I thought it would insure my orgasm. And both men knew it.
Terrified, broken, flooded with shame, Buddy dropped to his knees in front of Grant. He closed his eyes, squeezing out several large tears of shame, and guided the shaft of Grant's thick, wet cock to his mouth. Buddy gagged, and I thought he was going to vomit. Grant's cock went in his mouth, dripping with Buddy's cum, and Buddy began to suck it.
"Good!" I moaned excitedly. I could feel the flames growing hotter in my belly. I watched in the perverse fascination that all women have to see two men engaged in a homosexual act. I was turned on as I've never been before.
"Suck it!" I moaned, twirling the bud of my clitoris. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Buddy's lips were stretched wide, but only about one quarter of Grant's enormous cock was in his mouth. Buddy moved his head up and down the shaft, hollowing his cheeks, making a wet, slurping sound as he sucked. The sight of it made my blood bubble with passion. My cunt was so wet with excitement that my fingers kept slipping from my clitoris. I continued to return my hand to the love button, rubbing it roughly until my legs melted into the sofa under me. Passion flared hotly.
Grant's reservation faded in his tight-lipped face, and the unmistakable signs of pleasure glowed in his eyes. He put both hands down on Buddy's head and grabbed his ears. He began to drive his hips forward, sinking the fat shaft of his cock into Buddy's open mouth. He tried to force Buddy's lips further down the length of his cock by pulling on his ears.
Buddy gagged again, and I could see saliva dripping from the wrinkled corners of his mouth. About half of Grant's cock was in his mouth now. I watched in fascination as the portion that was in slid out all wet and slippery looking. Then Grant drove forward again, pulling Buddy toward him, and the hard wet shaft returned to its place between his lips.
"Yes... " I moaned. The pleasure in my cunt was roaring now; the disappointment that I had experienced earlier was completely gone. In its place was a new and frightening excitement, and I felt hotter, more passionately stimulated than I've ever been in my life. "Suck it, suck it, suck it... "
Grant began to grunt with pleasure, and he jerked his hips in short pumps. His balls swung back and forth between his parted thighs like a pendulum. The blond hair on his crotch was in stark contrast to the dark jungle-growth of Buddy's hair. Saliva striped the pink length of Grant's cock as he drove it viciously in and out of Buddy's gobbling mouth.
I was ready. Finally, I was ready again.
"Come and fuck me," I moaned. My fingers were still moving against my cunt as I spoke. "Grant, come and fuck me!"
Grant tried to pull back, and it seemed as if Buddy's lips jerked forward, trying to prevent the separation. Grant held Buddy's head firmly in place with his two hands, and he jerked his hips back with a sudden forceful tug. His cock popped wetly from Buddy's mouth.
"Uuuhhhh-hhh!" Buddy cried. Saliva slobbered down the nub of his chin and dripped all over his chest. "Uhh."
"Come and fuck me!" I groaned, priming my body for the orgasm of all time. "Please-now!"
Grant strode across the distance that separated us. His cock bobbled wetly from side to side. It glistened a dull red in the glaring overhead light.
I lifted my legs up and placed the flat of my foot on either side of my ass. My cunt hung over the edge of the sofa, and my buckled thighs crushed my breasts flat. I slid further down on the sofa, scrunching my tensed body into a tight U-shaped curve.
Grant came under and up. He scooped his arms under my legs and tossed them over his shoulders. He straightened himself, bending me even further in half. His body was rigid and at an angle to me. I reached down, around the bulge of my ass, and I grabbed his cock. I stabbed myself with it, right in the cunt.
Grant hunched frantically into me, driving his cock the full length into my cunt. My feet were somewhere behind me, and the pressing weight of Grant's shoulders bent me in half. My cunt was up, above my face, and I was looking at it. I could see the round stub of Grant's cock protruding from between the swollen lips. He was so deep in me that our bellies touched.
A blur of motion moved somewhere behind Grant.
"Aaarrgghhh!" he screamed, leaning his full weight on me. I could feel the head of his cock opening up and gushing somewhere deep in my belly.
I began to cum.
"He's licking my asshole!" Grant grunted in shocked surprise. His cock gushed cum into my cunt. "Buddy-he's licking my asshole!"
My head rolled from side to side on the sofa. I locked my arms behind my knees and pulled my body even further in half. As I pushed up to match the downward press of Grant's cumming cock, I could smell the thick, musky sexual odor of my own, sweaty, cum-filled cunt.
The anguish was gone from my mind. All that mattered was that I was finally cumming-wildly, insanely, and in total animal-like abandonment.
"My God! My God!" Grant moaned. "He's eating my asshole!"
My cunt was like a starving mouth, milking Grant's cock with an insatiable thirst. My cunt was filled to a point of complete saturation, and cum spilled down my pussy, overflowing the tight, gripping hole. Cum clotted in my cunt hair, and it made my thighs sticky with a thick wetness. I could actually hear Grant's cock, squishing flesh against flesh, as he humped it in and out of my deep, wet hole.
Like a knife, another tickle of wetness cut through all the other wetness. It was a tongue. Buddy's tongue. He slid his mouth down from Grant's asshole, and he was now licking his tongue against Grant's cock and balls. I could feel his tongue lapping against the swollen flesh of my cunt, as if he was trying to push it into the soggy, dripping hole where Grant's cock was still cumming.
Grant noticed it too. "My God! He's trying to push his tongue into your cunt!"
And Buddy did. I could feel it wiggling wetly along the tight tunnel of my cunt, right next to the hardness of Grant's pumping shaft. Like a slick wet worm, Buddy's tongue licked through our orgasms, drinking down Grant's cum, washing through the flowing thickness of our soaring pleasure. It was the wildest sensation I've ever known.
How long would Buddy have remained in my cunt, or how deeply he would have pushed his tongue, we were to never know. Grant's orgasm peaked and he collapsed, folding in half, and the weight of his body pulled me down. We fell heavily on top of Buddy, forcing his mouth away from my cunt. We toppled from the edge of the sofa and onto the rug, still fucking, and with Grant's cock buried as deeply in my cunt as it could go.
Our orgasms continued for what seemed like a very long while. My cunt opened and closed; Grant's cock pumped and throbbed. Finally, a numbness began to overcome us, and I felt my eyes growing dim. Like a thick hot cloak, a cover of exhaustion settled upon us.
Through the haze, I noticed him from the corner of my eye. At first I didn't understand who it was, and then, when I recognized him, I couldn't understand why he should be there.
Buddy was standing over our prostrated bodies. His hand was a blurred shadow against his crotch. He was furiously jerking himself off.
Suddenly, he began to cum, the hot drops splashing all over Grant and me.
CHAPTER NINE
"Jesus Christ-Kathy Davis!" Chris Wagner shouted, calling me by my maiden name. "God, I haven't seen you in what-ten years?"
I stood in my doorway, smiling out at Chris. "It's about that long. At least."
Chris rushed in quickly, with Buddy following meekly behind. Chris ran to greet me, as if to kiss me, but stopped at the last moment and shook my hand vigorously instead.
"Come on, Chris!" I kidded. "An ex-boyfriend. Certainly you can do better than that."
The smile on Chris' face was broad and genuinely happy. He shot a teasing glance over at Buddy, as if testing his reaction, then smiled rakishly at me. He said: "What the hell. Ten years. Why not?"
Chris pulled me to him and gave me a friendly hug. He even kissed me on the cheek.
"Holy cow," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His blue eyes moved up and down, from my face down to the floor, and then up again. "Jez, Kathy, this is fantastic. Just unbelievable. You look great. Simply great. You don't look a single day older than the last time I saw you. Fantastic."
I returned the compliment. "Thank you. You look fine yourself, Chris."
I studied him with my eyes. The years had changed Chris; not much, but enough to say that a lot of time had gone by. His face looked much the same as it had, older of course, but still just as handsome. It was true that his face seemed puffier around the jowls, and his hair was thinner, but his face, basically, was unchanged, and I would have recognized him anywhere. His eyes were still as deep blue, and they sparkled with a kind of mirth. His mouth was full and quick to smile, and the tiny dimple on his chin reminded me of an extra eye, winking conspiratorially at the world in some secret practical joke.
"I've gained a little weight, haven't I?" he asked, almost daring me to be honest. He patted his sides contentedly.
"Well, just a little... "
"It happens when you get married."
I put my arm around Chris' waist, and we walked into the living room, laughing. Buddy followed up the rear. We settled into chairs, Chris and I on the sofa. Buddy made us drinks. We exchanged pleasantries, filling in the last ten years. Chris seemed comfortable and at ease with us, and that surprised me a little. I began to wonder what exactly Buddy had told him.
As if reading my mind, Chris led into the subject with a frontal directness that was always his strength.
"Jez," he said, sipping his martini, "when your husband called me on the telephone today, I couldn't place you. I didn't know who the hell Kathy Anderson was. Then he mentioned your maiden name, and it all fell into place. It's too bad I couldn't bring my wife, Ginny. I think she would have liked to meet you. But maybe your husband was right. You know how women sometimes are jealous of old girlfriends. I guess he's right."
I looked over at Buddy, but he was staring into his drink.
"Oh," I said. "Just what did my husband say to you, Chris?"
Chris sipped his drink. "Just that you came across my telephone number and name in the telephone directory, and you wondered whether I was the same Christopher Wagner you went to high school with. He called, and when I was, he invited me over as a sort of reunion."
"And that's all he said?"
Buddy looked up anxiously. "I didn't get a chance to tell him. There wasn't time-" Chris looked from Buddy to me. A wariness began to creep into his face. "Tell me-tell me what? I don't think I understand."
I smiled warmly at Chris, and patted his hand to reassure him. "Nothing, nothing. Don't be silly. It's just that my husband failed to mention the main reason why we invited you here."
Chris still wasn't convinced. "And that is?"
"To make love to me, of course," I said, sipping from my drink.
I watched the words register on Chris' face. "What?"
"To make love to me, Chris," I said. "I want you as a lover. For tonight, at least."
Chris started to rise up from his chair, then settled heavily down. He looked worried and confused. "I don't think I understand."
"It's very simple," I explained. "Buddy and I have a very liberated marriage. Sexual harmony is a very important part of our relationship. We're very honest and open about sex."
Illumination began to flicker dimly in Chris' blue eyes. The hint of my direction was tickling at his libido, and he licked his lips nervously.
"So," I continued, "to be perfectly frank with you -Buddy and I are into sex. Heavily. We enjoy experimenting sexually with many different partners. I have men and Buddy has women."
I stared at Buddy, but he glowered into his drink.
"I decided that it might be... enjoyable to make love to someone I used to know. You know, to try to recapture the past, in a sense. Out of all my old boyfriends and lovers, I chose you, Chris."
A silence settled over the room, and I could see Chris attempting to wrestle with the implications of my words. The natural enemies of caution and passion were working in his face, tugging him in both directions. Passion was winning, as it usually does.
"Are you serious?" he asked finally. "I mean, this isn't some kind of joke is it? A practical joke?"
I was wearing an orange and brown sleeveless dress, with nothing under it. I placed my drink down and hooked my fingers in the dress' hem. I pulled it over my head and stood stark naked in front of Chris. His mouth fell open.
"Does this look as if I'm joking?" I asked. I spread my thighs. My cunt was inches from his face.
"My God!" he mumbled, unable to unhook his eyes from the mound of my cunt.
I touched it for him. "What's the matter, Chris? Don't you want to make love to me?"
He shook his head, not in response to my question, but to make sure he had heard it correctly. He rubbed his mouth nervously, speaking through his open fingers.
"But I'm married," he began. "My wife-"
"Need never have to know," I said, finishing the sentence for him. I began to masturbate myself.
"But-"
"What's wrong, Chris? You always enjoyed making love to me before. Don't you remember all those nights in the back seat of your car? Or down at the park?"
Panic touched Chris. He turned quickly and looked at Buddy with pure terror in his eyes. "But... ah... "
I laughed. "Buddy? Don't let his presence worry you. Buddy knows all about my past. Every detail. It excites him. Doesn't it, Buddy?"
Buddy stared at his drink.
"See," I said. "No objections. Now what about your objections?"
Chris ran his hand through his thinning hair. "I don't know," he muttered, looking again at my cunt. "I just wasn't prepared for this."
"You seem well enough prepared for this now," I said. And with that, I leaned forward and touched his cock through his trousers.
Christ pulled back, as if I were a leper.
"My goodness, you're very hard. Why don't you listen to your cock. It wants my pussy."
As if frozen to the sofa, in an absurd expression of revulsion and terror, Chris swallowed and moved his head an inch at a time until he was looking at Buddy. He closed his eyes and swallowed again.
"I think I better be going," Chris began.
"Don't let Buddy intimidate you," I said, squeezing his cock. It throbbed like a triphammer. "Buddy enjoys watching men make love to me. It excites him. Doesn't it, Buddy? Doesn't it turn you on?"
Again Buddy remained silent.
"Doesn't it?" I insisted.
Finally: "Yes."
"Say it then. Tell Chris it turns you on."
Buddy swallowed his drink. "Yes. It turns me on. It tarns me on to see Kathy fuck other men. Yes. Yes."
Chris remained on the sofa, staring at Buddy, half pushed up, with my hand on his cock, rubbing it.
"You're not convinced," I said. I took a hold of his zipper and began to pull it open. "Here, let me convince you."
Chris' eyes widened, and his mouth worked futilely, but no words, no sounds escaped it. He looked down in shocked disbelief as I pulled his zipper open, reached my hand into the open gash of clothing, and pulled his cock free.
It was a nice-looking cock. About six-and-a-half inches long, it was slender and tapered. The head was uncircumcised, and I pulled back the foreskin until the red fleshy underside was exposed. The glans looked moist, and I ran my fingernail over it. Chris trembled from the caress.
"Let me convince you," I said.
I dropped to my knees in front of his cock and bowed my head. I opened my mouth and received his cock between my lips on my flattened tongue. I closed my lips and sucked up, drawing his cock deeply into my mouth.
"Oh... shit!" Chris moaned. He squirmed further up on the sofa until he was stiff-legged, almost erect, with his ass balanced against the back cushion. I wrapped my hands around his thighs and pulled his cock into my mouth.
The flesh was hot and sweaty tasting, and I gobbled the full-length, until the cockhead was pushed halfway down my throat. My mouth was bent around his blunt hardness, and my teeth were chewing into the tender base of his belly. The entire throbbing length of his cock was wetly folded between my lips. I licked up at it with my tongue, lapping the rounded column of flesh until my tongue was straining back in my throat as I attempted to run it over his cockhead. But the shaft was too deep in my throat, and I had to settle for tickling the tender underside with the pointed tip of my tongue.
"Oh... wow!" Chris moaned. He put his hands on my naked shoulders and dug into the flesh with his fingers. He pulled me towards his crotch, although there was nothing left of his cock to swallow. Perhaps he wanted his balls in my mouth also. "This is crazy. Crazy!"
I pulled my head back, away from his belly, and I felt the inexplicable thrill of the smooth withdrawal, as the shaft of fleshy cock slid over my tongue and between the pursed 0 of my lips. The head of his cock was in the front of my mouth, with the stiff ridge of the head pressed against the back of my teeth. I wriggled my tongue into the tight flap of flesh covering the head, and Chris jumped in pleasure.
"Oh, wow, wow!" His fingers tightened in my shoulders. He began to thrust his hips forward, trying to bury the cock back between my lips. "Jesus. That's great... fantastic."
Wetly, with his cock dripping sloppily, I opened my mouth and allowed the cock to pop out. Then, deliberately, I pulled the foreskin back until his cockhead was completely exposed. Chris jumped and shuddered when I began to lick the tender knob of his cock.
"Aaahhhh!" he moaned. He squirmed around from side to side, and I had to hold the shaft of his cock tightly between my fingers to prevent him from pulling away. "That's... uh... great."
I released my hold on his cock and smiled up at him from between his legs. There was a film of sweat covering his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed with passion.
"Are you convinced now?" I asked. I rocked back on my toes, then stood unsteadily. As I rose, Chris sank, and when I was standing again, he was sitting. I stood above him, with my thighs spread wide apart, my hands on my hips. My cunt was wet, and his large blue eyes didn't fail to observe that fact.
"I think I'd feel a little better if he... uh, your husband wasn't here," Chris finally said. "You know. I'd feel more in the mood."
I shook my head. I put my hand between my legs and opened the lips of my cunt. With one slow-moving finger, I fucked it in and out.
"You still don't get it, do you?" I said, grunting with my own pleasure. "This show is for Buddy, excites him. This is the way he gets his kicks." Chris looked slowly at Buddy, then back at me.
"All right, look," I said. "Maybe this will convince you. I'm going to do for you whatever you want me to, as long as Buddy can watch. All right? Anything you want. Anything."
I could tell he didn't believe me.
"Anything," I repeated. "Anything sexual that you want. Whatever it is that your wife won't do for you, I'll do."
"Do you mean it?"
"Sure. What would you like to do to me?"
"Fuck you up the ass," he said. His cock throbbed; saliva dripped on his open pants. "All right?"
The request took me by surprise. A stab of anxiety went into my body, and when it left, it left as a tremble of excitement. I hadn't anticipated ass-fucking. It was the only thing I hadn't done yet. Involuntarily, my anus tightened. Would it hurt much? I wondered, and another throb of anticipatory excitement shook my naked flesh.
I licked my lips. My mouth was suddenly very dry. "All right," I said softly, maintaining my casual facade. "You can fuck me in the ass."
Chris' mouth fell open.
"But you-" Buddy jumped up. His fists were curled in angry balls. It was the one last thing he'd wanted me to do for him all his life, and now I was doing it for another man, an old boyfriend.
I chilled Buddy's objection with a withering look. A look that went right through to his bones with the implicit threat of my silence. Buddy crumpled and fell back to his chair, at last completely defeated. He was mine now, totally.
"Buddy," I said, testing my new power, "get me a drink and bring it into the bedroom. A stiff drink. Straight whiskey." I moved my eyes slowly over the hollow hulk that lay in the chair. "And yes, bring the Vaseline into the bedroom with you. Chris is going to fuck me up the ass."
Chris and I went into the bedroom. His cock began to droop with the reality of the confrontation, and I got down on my knees and sucked it until it was hard again. I got up, and Buddy returned, with the jar and my drink.
I took the drink. "Get undressed," I said to Chris, holding his wet cock in my hand. I jerked him off slowly. "Take all your clothes off. I want you naked. Then we'll fuck."
With the straight whiskey in my hand, I tilted my head back and drained the glass. The liquid fire poured down my throat, warming me. The heat spread out, down through my legs, then back up until it settled in my cunt. I trembled again, only this time there was just a hint of fear mixed in with the pleasure.
I handed Buddy the glass. Chris was naked now, and the puffiness of his paunch made him seem almost comical. He stood, with his hands dangling at his sides, his hard wet cock standing straight out.
I pulled the pillow from the head of the bed and fluffed it until it was a soft rounded lump. I placed it in the center of the mattress, parallel to the bed. I climbed onto the mattress, with my ass hanging over the edge, and kneeled forward, cushioning my breast against the pillow. I spread my thighs apart and pushed my ass out so that it hung over the edge of the mattress.
"Lubricate my asshole," I said, clutching the pillow to keep the quiver out of my voice. "Lick it with your tongue until it's all wet."
Chris moved quickly to me. Now that we were actually doing it, he was eager. I felt him move up behind me. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass with his hands and pulled them apart. Then he leaned forward and pressed his tongue into my asshole.
"Oohhhh!" I moaned. I shivered, and something cold went up my spine. I pressed my ass back into his face, and my cunt muscles began to flex and relax, flex and relax.
Chris' tongue was long and slender, like his cock, and he slid it effortlessly through the tight ring of muscles until he was in the anal canal. He pressed up hard, spearing into me, opening me up with the wet vee of his tongue. I wiggled and squirmed, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I grunted with pleasure, and pushed my ass further back, impaling my anus on his tongue.
"God-it's driving me crazy!" I moaned. I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood in my mouth. "Ohhh."
Chris' tongue moved from side to side. I groaned and squirmed, then finally, when the pleasure became unbearable, I fell forward on the pillow, no longer cushioning myself with my hands. I pulled apart the heaving cheeks of my ass with my fingers. I wanted to open myself as wide as possible; I wanted to bare the hole so that his tongue could sink deeper into me.
"Oh, God!" I moaned, every inch of my body writhing with the kisses of fire Chris was licking into my asshole. "My God, my God!"
Chris curled his tongue, and he stabbed forward with it. I slithered back, opening myself with my hands, and I felt him move up into me. I could feel about two inches of his tongue in my anal canal, moving, licking, pumping in and out, straining up towards some imaginary point somewhere deep inside of me. It was like a jolting enema, with sticky wet dribbles of saliva rolling up into my ass.
"Pull it out," I grunted. My clit was hard and swollen, and it ached between the lips of my cunt. "I'm wet enough. Pull it out."
Reluctantly, Chris removed his tongue. My anus closed savagely, with a spasm that tore through my body. I could still feel his wetness up inside of me, swirling around, like some kind of sexual tide, ebbing and flowing in my asshole.
"Now your finger," I said, through my gritted teeth, steeling myself for the sensation. "Grease it thoroughly with the Vaseline, then put it in the hole."
The sensation in my ass was raw, and the cool air in the bedroom licked wetly against it. I lifted my head and stared in a clutching stab of excitement. Standing in front of me, across the room, partially obscured in the shadows, was Buddy. He had dropped his pants and was jerking himself off. His eyes were glaring.
"Ohmigod!" I screamed. Fire ripped into my ass. "You should have warned me. Oh Christ!"
Chris' grease-coated finger pushed up into my anus. He wiggled it between the tight wet muscles until the tip was in me, down to the first joint. Then he pushed down, deeply. The saliva from before, combined with the greasiness of the Vaseline, made the finger slide quickly, deeply, into my anus. There seemed to be a fire all along the length of the tight canal, and my asshole itched and burned. He began to move his finger up and down, and I was screaming with pleasure.
"Oh, Jez!" I cried. I tried to crawl away from the finger on my hands and knees, but Chris followed me forward. "It hurts. It feels so good. It hurts!"
I buried my face in the pillow again, tensing my whole body. Chris began to turn the finger slowly around, spreading the slippery substance over every inch of the canal. It felt as if the finger were screwing up into me, winding the length of the canal into knots of excruciating pleasure. I tightened my muscles unwillingly around the blunt, invading hardness, and the pleasure flashed into my flesh with the swiftness and depth of a razor's slash.
"Put more on," I said, squeezing the words out. "More lubrication."
Chris withdrew the finger, and I felt as if I were about to take a shit. The sensation changed suddenly, turning into something erotic.. His finger popped out, and the anus squeezed closed. A greasy, wet sound accompanied the spasm. I waited in aching terror for the finger to return. It did, and the pleasure was twice as intense. More grease, more lubrication, and the finger slid effortlessly in and out. On the third time, the sensation was total pleasure. I began to rock back to greet his downward, inward thrusts.
"Now your cock," I said. Then, quickly: "Grease it first! Coat it completely."
I waited in tense patience, with my breath making a wheezing sound in my constricted throat. Another sound came from in front of me. I opened my eyes to see. It was Buddy. He had stepped further back into the shadows. He was masturbating still, more rapidly now, and I could see clearly the red head of his cock as the foreskin pulled back and away with each jerk of his fist.
"I'm ready!" Chris announced. "I'm ready!"
I felt him move up behind me, then raise himself up on his toes. The greased tip of his cock slid against my flesh, and a shudder of coldness went through me. I closed my eyes and bit into the pillow. With both hands straining behind me, I pulled the cheeks of my ass as wide apart as I could.
"I'm putting it in," he grunted. "Now!"
From somewhere in front of me, I thought I heard someone sob, but before I could lock onto the sound, it was obliterated by my own cry of anguish. I felt the head of Chris' cock push against my anus. I resisted, and tightened the muscles involuntarily. He pushed forward, against the closed mouth, forcing it open. My muscles strained to prevent the penetration, even though I wanted it, even though I knew it would hurt less if I didn't resist. Flesh pushed against flesh: his was hard and blunt, mine was slippery and puncturable. He gripped my hips with both his hands, and he drove himself into me. That's when I screamed.
"Oh, God!" The cry exploded out. "Ohhhhh!"
Something hot and searing, like the end of a heated poker, forced its way into my asshole. I felt the head of his cock opening me up. I felt my asshole opening, moving up into me, and I knew the real sensation of being fucked. There was a cock in me this time, there was no question of that. A long, thick, hard cock that was struggling to fuck me in a lace that I've never been fucked before. I could feel it moving up into my body, pushing apart the canal, like shitting in reverse.
"Oh shit," he groaned, as it he were in pain. "It's so tight. Loosen up! You're crushing me!"
The first tremble of pleasure laced through the blinding wall of pain, and I pushed my ass back to greet it. The pleasure was like a fist punching into that wall, and I groaned because it began to batter my body. The fist drew back a second time, then let fly. It ripped into my body with spikes on its knuckles, shattering the wall of pain completely. In its place, erected by the fucking cock in my ass, was another wall-a wall of pleasure that was as equally painful in its own way.
"Ohmigod, it's so big!" I cried in pleasure-pain. "I can feel it in me. I can feel you in my asshole!"
Chris grunted, and he gripped me tightly with his hands. He pulled me back towards him. I resisted, but his grip was too strong. Like a wedge splitting a log, his cock opened my asshole. He drove unmercifully up into me, until the full length of his cock was in my asshole.
Like waves that drew back and fling themselves against a beach, wave after wave of pleasure began to ripple through my backside. It was a sensation like no other I've ever felt in my life. There was the sensual, sliding friction of fucking, but there was no sensation in my cunt. It was deep and internal, like a great weight moving in my body, ripping me open, forcing me to feel the pleasure without the benefit of my clitoris.
I tightened my asshole down against the length of his cock and pushed the cheeks of my ass back against his belly. I could feel the length of him inside of me, filling me as I've never been filled, his soft belly pressing against the straining cheeks of my ass. The hair on his crotch tickled between the crack, and I could feel his balls dangling against my wet, dripping cunt.
"Fuck me!" I said, spitting the words out. "Goddamnit, fuck me!"
Chris drew back his cock, perhaps a quarter of an inch, and I thought I was going to pass out. I collapsed on the bed, with my thighs spreading softly under me until I was laying flat on the bed. Chris fell heavily on top of me, his cock still deep in my ass.
"Should I stop?" he asked, grinding his cock into the soft hills of my ass. "I will if it hurts too much."
With a superhuman effort, I lifted my ass from the mattress. Chris climbed off me and stood again on the floor. I stuck my ass out over the edge of the mattress and began to make a slow, grinding turn, as if I were winding his cock with the crank of my ass.
"No," I said, trying to relax my muscles. "Fuck me! Fuck me in and out. In and out! Fuck me hard until you make me cum!"
Chris placed both hands on my back, and I settled myself onto the mattress. He pulled back, and I groaned. He kept on pulling back. I could feel my insides drawing back, following him out. The slimy, grease-coated walls clung like glue to the sides of his cock, and I could feel the mouth of my anus pucker out as he pulled back. The sensation was so erotic could feel it down through my body, right down to my fingers.
Then he pushed in again.
"Oh, my God!" I cried. It was like the initial penetration. "Jesus!"
But it wasn't. It was different, smoother, softer, easier, a gliding, slick penetration, with hardly any pain. I found myself pushing my ass up to greet him until I could push no further, and his cock was again in my ass.
"That's good," I moaned. "Good, good!"
Chris moved his two hands from my back and wrapped them around my thighs, like two handles. He pulled back, and my ass followed him. I could feel the head of his cock sliding against the walls of my canal. He withdrew almost until he was out, then he thrust into me again.
"Oh, yes!" I cried. I lifted my head from the pillow. My back was curved in an arc that swept down from the high hill of my ass, then curved up again until the U-like line touched the tilted tip of my head. I could feel the sweat rolling down the cheeks of my ass, down the curve of my spine, collecting in a puddle and dripping off of me.
"Fuck me, baby!" I cried. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass until I cum!"
Chris began a slow, fucking tempo. His cock sunk in, and he pulled it back. Then in again, and out. In and out, in and out, in and out, until I could feel his balls swinging into the edge of my cunt, arousing my trembling clitoris. His cock swelled and shrunk inside of me, and I squeezed down around it to feel again how hard it was inside of me.
"I'm cumming!" Chris suddenly announced. "Oh shit! I'm cumming!"
He jammed his cock into my ass, and I pressed my ass into his belly. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. A thick, spreading warmth gushed into the tight pocket of my anus, jetting from the swollen tip of his cock. I crushed my anal canal down around the shaft of his cock, and the cum exploded out. I could feel each individual blob splatter out from his cockhead, splash thickly against the greased lining of my asshole, then spread warmly back against him, rolling over the pumping head of his cock.
The flow of cum in my ass, the thick flooding gush of sperm in that tight hole, the running river of wet heat rushing up into my anus, set off my orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" I moaned, pushing back against his spurting cock. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm cumming!"
I came, I think, not from the sensation of fucking so much as I came from the idea of how we were fucking. My God, there was a cock in my ass! A cumming cock! I was being fucked in the ass-for the first time in my life! Hot, thick scum was gushing up into my tight rectum. Cumming! My God, I was being fucked in the ass and I was cumming from it!
The pleasure drilled into my anus from the tip of his cock, then pressed forward, through the blood and flesh of my body, until it had driven itself into my cunt. My thighs turned to liquid, and I collapsed again on the bed. Chris pulled back, spreading the cheeks of my ass, and with his thrusting, gushing cock, he continued to fuck me right through my orgasm.
The orgasm was just dying in my asshole, when something wet and hard gave way deep inside of me, and suddenly, unexpectedly, my cunt began to flutter sexually, and I began to have a clitoral orgasm. My second cumming was even more intense, more shattering, than my first. My cunt opened and closed grasping for the cock that was not there, and my clitoris throbbed and scraped against the mattress. Chris' weight pressed me flat, and I rubbed my cumming cunt hard into the mattress.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Again... again!"
Tears streamed from my eyes, so it was hard to see. I thought I saw Buddy, staring at me from the shadows. He had stopped masturbating, although his hand was still on his cock. His cock was flaccid; he had cum. But it was his eyes, mostly, that I remember. His eyes reminded me of two glowing embers burning in the sockets of his eyes. Glaring at me, with something ugly and cruel in his stare. Then I began to cum again, and everything was lost in a blinding haze of pleasure.
CHAPTER TEN
Buddy was late. It was nearly eleven o'clock on Friday night. The children were staying at my mother's house for the weekend, as Buddy had suggested. He said he had a surprise for me: something special. Make sure the children are away for the weekend, he'd said, because I have something for you that you'll never forget.
That had been almost four hours ago. He took the children in the station wagon, and his last instructions to me were to dress in my sexiest nightgown.
I did, after I had taken a bubble bath, and I washed my hair. It was dry now, and combed out in sandy-colored, slow waves that hung to my shoulders. The nightgown was transparent black lace, and I cupped my breasts through the material. The starchy lace scratched against my nipples, making them tingle.
I compressed my lips as I stared at my reflection in the bedroom mirror. The moist red point of my tongue slid with a creamy ease over the crimson layer of lipstick. My cheeks were patchy with the oily residue of make-up that remains too long on and I rubbed it with my fingers. I was beginning to wilt.
I picked up a brush and began to stroke my hair. What kind of surprise? I wondered. Certainly something sexual, but what? What could Buddy provide for me that would be new and exciting? A black man? Four or five men at one time? What?
In a way, though, it was good to see him changing. I think he was finally adjusting to our new set of roles. Whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself, there was no doubt in my mind that he fully enjoyed our new relationship. Buddy did get pleasure from watching other men make love to me-enormous sexual pleasure. I could see it in his eyes, in the stiffness of his erections, in the copiousness of his orgasms. He was turned on, perhaps more than he wanted to admit to himself. Why else would he endure this situation, if it didn't provide a basic sexual need? Buddy enjoyed seeing me get fucked.
Now he was finally getting around to accepting it. Why, he was even taking the initiative, seeking new ways to please me sexually. Finding new ways to surprise and excite me. Like tonight.
I heard the front door open and close, and a flutter of excitement went through me. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror. I patted my hair in place with my hand, and I ran my tongue over my lips, making them shine wetly. My nipples were stiff, but I pinched them anyhow. A shudder of expectation worked into the excitement.
I listened to the sounds of Buddy's footsteps coming towards the bedroom, The steps came closer and the door opened.
Buddy was alone.
"I'm sorry," he said. He looked at me curiously. "I didn't think it would take this long. Something came up " I tried to look over his shoulder, but the house beyond was dark and silent.
"Well, where is it?" I asked. "Where's my surprise?"
Buddy laughed softly. "Be patient. It's here. In the car. I just wanted to make sure that you were ready for it."
"I am. I'm so excited. Give me a hint. Tell me what it is."
Buddy laughed again. "You'll see. In due time."
I walked over to Buddy and pressed myself against him. The nightgown was short, and I pulled it up, exposing my naked cunt. I pressed it against his crotch. His cock was hard in his pants.
"Please, now. Bring it in now. I'll be good to you. I may even let you fuck me up the ass if it pleases me."
A strange, dark light flickered in Buddy's eyes. "Oh, really? Did you enjoy it when Chris did it to you? Did you find it pleasurable?"
I pressed my cunt tight against his cock. "Hhhmmm, yes! It feels so hard. Hot. The only side effect is that it fucks up my bowels for a couple of days, but that's a small price to pay. If I like the surprise, I'd be willing to pay that price again. For you, Buddy."
He laughed softly. "Well, here's hoping you'll enjoy the surprise."
He pulled away from me.
"I'll be right back."
"With my surprise?"
"With your surprise. Oh, and make yourself comfortable. Lay on the bed with your nightgown up and your legs spread. You might as well be to your best advantage."
I noticed a bitter edge to his strange statement, but I put it out of my mind, and climbed upon the bed in my haste to learn of my surprise. My blood was racing, and my cunt was wet. As jaded as I had become, it was exciting to know that I could still be stimulated and aroused. What kind of perversity was I in store for tonight? I trembled with anticipation.
I spread myself across the bed, pulling the two pillows behind me, to prop me erect. I slid my hand quickly into the lacy halter of my nightgown and cupped my breast. The nipple was hard, and I flicked it with my nail. Then I dropped my hands to the hemline of the gown and pulled it up to my stomach. My cunt was an inverted vee: hairy, wet and excited between the open invitation of my thighs. I placed my hand on my mound and fluffed the hair with my fingers. I touched the clit. It was throbbing between the moist slit of the lips. I pressed down into the bud with two fingers, and I rolled it experimentally. Pleasure rippled up into me, and I had to cease the movement of my hands because I was losing my breath.
Sounds were coming through the house towards me. A laugh, a shuffle of feet, and my heart was pounding in my breast. I stared at the open rectangle of the door, sifting through the darkness for what lay beyond.
Buddy appeared. Then, further back, still hidden in the shadows there was another figure. I strained my eyes to see, but the room beyond was too dark.
"Good," Buddy observed, "you're ready. You look all wet."
My cunt throbbed. "I am. Look at my pussy. I feel like I peed on the bed."
Buddy laughed. "You're all ready then?"
I nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes!"
Buddy turned slightly, with his arm extended towards the shadowy figure in the other room. He laughed again. Loudly.
"All right, then. Your surprise."
The figure moved towards me.
"Kathy," he said, "I'd like to introduce you to your surprise. Meet Terri Wilson, my lover."
The words didn't mean anything right away; nor did her appearance. My brain was racing ahead of my senses, and I was looking for something else. I saw her standing there, just as I heard Buddy's words, but they simply didn't register. So I just sat there dumbly, with my legs open and my cunt exposed, and I stared.
Terri Wilson was breathtakingly beautiful. She had long black hair that hung past her shoulders. Her eyes were violet-blue, and there was mocking laughter in them. The smile on her wet red mouth was broad, and she licked her lips teasingly. She was wearing something blue and shimmering that clung to her breasts like a coat of paint. Her breasts were large and heavy, but firm. Her waist was as narrow as her hips were wide and shapely. She was beautiful, she was stacked, and she was Buddy's lover.
"What?" I said finally, stupidly.
Buddy laughed, and Terri pressed her blue shimmering body against his. She kissed him on the cheek and wound her arm across his chest and over his shoulder.
"My lover!" he said, spitting the words out. "My lover, the woman I've been having an affair with... "
His words moved slowly into my awareness, sinking in deeply but painlessly, as if their barbs were somehow unexposed as yet. Then the words twisted in, and I felt the pain that was intended.
"I don't understand-" I couldn't somehow grasp it yet. I was still trying to reconcile her presence with the stale idea I still clung to about my surprise. Was she really my surprise?
"What's to understand?" Buddy said bitterly. He grabbed her heavy, fleshy tit and he squeezed it hard. "Did you think you were the only one with a lover?"
"But I never knew-"
"Of course you didn't. You were always too busy with your own pleasures to think of me. So while you were fucking all those men, I was doing my own fucking... with Terri."
He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on her wet red mouth. I heard the moist, slapping sounds of their lips pressing together, and I watched in fascination as the snake of her tongue wriggled from her mouth and buried itself between Buddy's lips.
I tried to work myself into anger, but I was too flabbergasted. I thought I knew Buddy. I thought I had him beaten, eating out of the palm of my hand. And now this!
I watched her tongue moving in and out of his mouth. They weren't kissing as much as they were putting on an act for me. They were flaunting their intimacy in my face, trying to shock and hurt me with it.
"Stop it!" I shouted. I had intended it to come out angry and offended, but surprise had taken the edge from my voice. The words sounded weak and hurt, even to me. "Stop it this instant!"
Buddy pried his mouth from her lips. There was a red smear of lipstick on his mouth, her brand on my husband. That same ugly, cruel stare that I had seen in his eyes that night with Chris had returned. He glowered at me, and tried to melt me down with his eyes.
"Stop it?" he echoed, in a tone that dripped with irony. "Why should I stop it? Did you ever stop it? Did you ever once think of stopping what you were doing to me?"
The words hit me, like stones pelting my flesh. I shook my head to clear it. Too many things were happening all at once. I had to somehow sort them out and get control of the situation once again.
"I forbid you to do this!" I said, and I realized how absurd I must look to them, sitting on the bed, with my wet cunt exposed to their cruelty. "I forbid-"
"Forbid. Bullshit. What are you going to do- leave me? Go right ahead. You can't intimidate me with that any more. You used it up. You overworked your best weapon. Now I'm immune to it. So if you want, go ahead and leave."
He bent and kissed her again. I watched numbly as her tongue pushed his lips apart. He curled his mouth around her tongue, and I heard him suck it into his body. Their lips pressed hard against each other, sealing his defiance in that symbolic gesture.
I pushed my gown down, covering my nakedness. My head was spinning, and I was at a loss for what to do. I felt small and weak. Defenseless. Weaponless.
"I'll leave you... " I began to say, but I knew it was useless. The words came out in a tiny whisper. It was as he said: his defiance had defused my single awesome weapon. I was powerless to stop them.
And then, as if to prove just how powerless I was, Buddy moved his hand from her breast. He slid it around her body, behind her, and he pulled something. The blue shimmering garment fell from her body, and her breasts were naked. All she had on was a pair of panties, made from that same blue material.
Buddy bent his head down to her breast and began to suck on her nipple. I watched his tongue slide from his mouth and flit the bud with several short wet slaps. She sighed, and put her hand under her tit and pushed it up, into his mouth. His lips pursed around the nipple, and Buddy began to suck on it.
Something wet and sharp twinged my cunt.
"Stop this... " I said, weakly. I felt suddenly very warm, and I couldn't move my eyes from her breasts. "Please, don't do this to me... "
I watched saliva dripping down her tit. Her flesh was milk white, and the nipples were bright pink. They were as large as half-dollars, and Buddy's mouth made a slurping sound as he sucked on them.
"Oh, baby!" she moaned. "Suck! Oh, I love the way you do that to me. It makes my cunt so wet!"
A shudder went through me. My mouth was dry and I couldn't think of a single protest. I felt my eyes widening; my ears burned.
While Buddy was sucking on her, she reached down in front of him and caressed his cock. I could see its throbbing outline pushing out the front of his pants. Her hand went down to his crotch, and her fingers curled around the silhouette of the shaft. She caressed it lovingly, and a throb of jealousy went through me.
"Oh, what a cock you have, baby," she moaned, closing her eyes and standing up on her toes, pushing the fleshy orb of her tit further and further into Buddy's sucking mouth. "Oh, God! I love to feel your cock. It's so hard. So smooth. God, what it does to my cunt!"
Her words shocked and embarrassed me, and I wanted to turn away from their sound. But my eyes were frozen, and my ears strained to hear every word. I hated her and I hated him, but I refused to move an inch.
Buddy slurped and sucked her nipples, moving his mouth from tit to tit. She writhed and groaned, pushing her tits up into his mouth, hoping perhaps to force him to swallow all of her.
I wanted to get up and move. I wanted to run away and never return. I wanted to stop watching and stop listening. But I didn't.
Terri moved her fingers to Buddy's zipper. I watched her take it in hand, and she pulled it slowly down. She parted the open material, and her hand disappeared inside the pants. A moment later it reappeared; Buddy's cock was between her fingers.
"Oh, my God... "I mumbled, staring across at them. A cold, sexual shudder rippled my spine. "Jesus."
My breath turned to steam in my lungs as I watched her long crimson-tipped fingers curl around the thick, blunt shaft of his cock. She gripped it tightly and began to stroke him gently up and down, moving her hand from the base of his cock to the tip. The cockhead began to swell between her fingers.
Buddy lifted his mouth from her tits. "Fantastic. Your hand is like velvet. Jerk me smooth and long, right up from the root to the tip. Good. Good!"
Terri leaned forward, bending toward his cock, and I saw Buddy slide his hand down from her breasts. He pushed his hand into the waistband of her panties. The hand disappeared down to the wrist and reappeared under the filmy material as a large, moving lump. He pulled his hand around to the side of her body, and then I saw it disappear behind her as he grabbed her ass cheek.
"What an ass!" Buddy exclaimed. "So fucking hard and tight. Ohhh. What an asshole!"
She stiffened and squirmed back against his hand. They were carrying on as if I wasn't in the room with them. They were playing for their own pleasures now, no longer as a punishment for me.
"Oohh, stick your finger in it," she moaned. Her eyes were closed, and she jerked Buddy's cock with excited strokes. "Put it in me. Yes! Yes! Oooohhhh. Harder. Harder!" My cunt began to open and close, and a burning ache spread up from the area of my clit. My fingers itched to rub that ache, but my hands remained in tight fists, my fingernails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. The sight of their passion aroused me more than it would have if I were participating with them.
"Uhh. That's it!" the sharpness of their obvious excitement cut into my body. "Put it all the way in. All the way! Yes. Now move it. Wiggle it!... Oohhh! It feels like your cock. Like the time you fucked me with your cock. Ohhh-ow!"
My eyes darted to Buddy's face as the shock worked on my brain. I searched his face for some sign, some indication, but all there was was his pleasure. And that strange, knowing smile on his face.
"Suck my cock!" he said. "Put it in your mouth and suck it, Terri."
Her eyes were still closed as she bent forward. Her face was a mask of pleasure; perspiration ran down over her breast. She was straining against the pleasure.
"Oh, it's coming out!" she moaned, disappointed. "Your finger is coming out... "
But Buddy was not to be denied. With his other hand, he placed his fingers on top of her head, and he pushed Terri down towards his cock.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Suck it! My cock is hot for your mouth!"
She got down on her hands and knees in front of Buddy. His hand pulled from her panties, and he placed it on top of her head, pulling her mouth towards him. As he moved that finger through the air, I couldn't help looking at it, staring at it for-what? Some telltale signs?
"Yes, yes!" Buddy cried. "That's it. Suck it."
Terri was standing sideways to me, and Buddy was leaning back against the doorjamb. His legs were spread wide in front of him, and the profile of his stiff cock stood straight out from his open pants. Terri's mouth opened slowly, and I watched her lips inch their way down the length of his throbbing shaft. She was sucking his cock.
I began to breathe very heavily, and my nipples were so stiff I had to squeeze them to keep them from breaking off. My hands squeezed into my breasts, and I pinched the aching flesh. All of my objections, all of my pain and hurt and anger was gone. All that was left was passion.
Terri's lips closed over the shaft of Buddy's cock, and suddenly it was gone. It was in her mouth-the whole length of it. Her lips were drawn tightly around the base, and I could see the thick dark hair from his crotch brushing against her lips. Her cheeks were drawn in, colored with the flush of her passion, and her throat was bobbing up and down, as if she were swallowing.
Terri's head was tilted back, and her long dark hair hung straight down, spilling over her shoulders like black water. Her eyes were closed, and her nostrils flared as she sucked in breathing air. As she rolled her head from side to side, the thick base of Buddy's cock slid past the pursed tightness of her lips. The energy of his thrusts into her mouth pulled his balls free of his pants, and they rubbed against her chin. And then she began to draw her head back.
"Oh... yes!" I moaned. The sight of Buddy's cock slipping past her lips reduced me to a quivering mass of convulsive flesh. I whispered my words urgently, to myself, for myself: "Suck it... please!"
An inch of flesh appeared, extending beyond her lips. Then another inch, and another, and another, all wet and pink and slimy with saliva. I could see the fine vein-work that decorated the sides of the shaft like an obscene scroll. More than half of his pulsing, throbbing hardness was free of her mouth's kiss. Her lips clung to the sides of his rigid flesh as if they were a part of him, and he was stripping himself of their presence. Slowly, slowly, slowly, her lips slid up the column of his shaft, showing more and more and more of Buddy's cock.
I grabbed my cunt and moaned aloud. Even through the material of my nightgown, my cunt was wet. As I curled my fingers around and under the broad mound, I could feel the soft hair and the moist, trembling lips. I gripped my cunt tightly and hunched against my hand.
Terri's head was pulled all the way back now, and I could see the stiff ridge of Buddy's cockhead. Her tongue was pressed up against it, and she was rubbing it with a rotating, sliding friction. Then Buddy's hands tightened in her black hair, and he pulled her licking mouth back towards his belly. She gobbled up the length of his cock until it was ail in her mouth again, and her lips had returned to its place, gathered around the base of his cock. The movement made a wet, loud sound.
"Aaahhh!" Buddy groaned. His legs were stiff, and he jerked his hips forward, pushing himself even further into Terri's mouth. "Suck it hard, baby. Suck it!"
I flipped the skirt of my nightgown back, exposing my cunt. Even to my eyes it appeared swollen and wet, and I moved my hand cautiously down to touch it. I fingered the clit, and a pounding vibration tore at my cunt. I closed my legs to absorb it, and my fingers slid between the wet flap of the lips.
I began to masturbate.
The pleasure was just mounting seriously, when Terri drew her lips all the way back, and the back of Buddy's cock slipped out. A long thin trickle of saliva dripped from the swollen cockhead.
She opened her eyes and stared at the organ that was inches from her lips. A wet, smoldering fire burned in her eyes. The pained look of budding passion made her lips curl up.
"I want to fuck," she said, directing the words to Buddy's cockhead. "I want you to fuck me. I want to cum."
Buddy looked over at me. The surprise on his face was evident. Apparently, in his passion, he'd forgotten about my presence. Now that he saw me, with my skirt flipped back, masturbating myself, the original purpose of this night worked its way back into his consciousness.
"Yes, I want to fuck you," he said, looking at me, but speaking to her. "Right now, on the bed." He pointed to the foot of the bed, just below my outstretched feet. "On this bed. Right now."
A flush of shame turned my face scarlet, but before I had a chance to appreciate that belittling emotion, another flush of emotion colored my cheeks with a more intense sensation-passion. The image of Terri and Buddy fucking, at the foot of the mattress, while I watched and masturbated, jolted me to the roots of my being. It was as if someone had lifted me and shook me savagely; I trembled with raw, unrefined sexual excitement.
"I don't care where you do it, baby," she moaned, still talking to his cock. "Just fuck me."
Buddy reached down and lifted her by the arm. He pushed towards the bed, and she crumpled onto the mattress, her long black hair splaying out like fine silk lace, brushing against my foot.
"First I'm going to get undressed," Buddy said, "and then you. Then I'm going to fuck you."
With his eyes steady on my cunt, Buddy opened his belt and dropped his pants. He stepped out of his shorts, then removed his shoes and socks. He leaned against the door to take them off, and his cock poked up stiffly between the folds of his shirt. He stood still and naked in front of me, with his red, angry-looking cock rising starkly from the matting of dark hair that covered his body.
"Now your panties, Terri," he said, still staring at my cunt. He stepped towards his lover. "Take your pretty panties off so I can get at your juicy pussy."
His nakedness, his words, and the strange new strength that I saw in him, made Buddy appear huge. No longer did he seem small and broken, a boy hiding inside of a man's body. The transformation excited me, and I found myself masturbating vigorously. Every time his cold stare touched upon my wet cunt, my fingers worked even more rapidly, and after a moment I realized that I was drawing my excitement from Buddy's disapproving stares. I wanted to masturbate for him-it excited me!
Buddy bent down and slid the shimmering blue panties from Terri's cunt. Her legs were spread wide, and her crotch was covered with the thickest, darkest, wettest-looking cunt hair I've ever seen in my life. Her hair started on the inner lips of her cunt, swept up over the top of the mound, and spread out in a wide vee that trailed up towards her navel.
She put both hands down into her hairy crotch and held the mound with her fingers. She rubbed it deeply, squeezing into that thick blanket of hair until the tips of her fingers vanished from sight.
"Fuck me, baby," she moaned. "Please, fuck me, Buddy. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad!"
Staring at her cunt, Buddy's mouth had gone dry. He licked his lips.
"I'll fuck you, baby," he said, "after a minute. But furst I want to eat you."
She pulled her cunt open with her fingers. The hair parted like a book opening, revealing the deep red gash between the lips. The flesh dripped with wetness.
"Oh, yes, baby! Lick me! Eat me! Do it to me now!"
Buddy dropped down on his knees and put his mouth between her legs. She shuddered, and I watched his tongue slide from between his lips and part the folds of her cunt. I watched his tongue sink into that deep forest of hair, sinking into her body. She shuddered again, then swung her legs up and wrapped her thighs around my husband's head.
Terri moaned. "Oh, eat me, baby. Eat me! Lick my cunt! Lap my pussy! Stick your tongue up by box!"
My own cunt quivered, and I could feel Buddy's tongue racing up and down the length of my slit, even though he was eating her. My clit throbbed and ached, and I pressed down into it as hard as I could. I rolled the bud around, parting the lips, and my cunt squished. Pleasure began to roll into pleasure, until there was just one large pleasure that filled my cunt with a colossal ache of excitement.
"Eat her, eat her," I muttered under my breath.
I could hear Buddy parting her cunt with his tongue. I could hear his tongue sliding wetly up through the lips, sinking into her sucking honey-hole, then pull out and lap against the bud of her clitoris. I could hear Terri's cunt opening and closing, trying to trap Buddy's moving tongue somewhere deep inside of her. Her legs stiffened, and her toes pointed at the ceiling. Her cunt was pushed so hard against Buddy's mouth, it looked as if he had a beard.
I watched; he ate; she moaned. I masturbated; he licked; she humped. Cunt against tongue, cunt against fingers. Pleasure began to make me lightheaded. I felt the room spinning. All I could hear was the wet, lapping sound of tongue in juicy cunt.
"Fuck me, baby!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum!"
Buddy pulled back, his mouth wet with pussy juices, and he mounted her. I watched his cock sink into the dark red mouth of her cunt. They were fucking on my bed, inches away from me, and I masturbated as I watched them. In and out Buddy's cock drove, starting dry, coming out wet. Her cunt made a gushing sound. She lifted her legs and held her ankles. Buddy fucked straight down into her.
Then she began to cum.
Her cunt gripped the shaft of Buddy's cock in a sudden spasm. He sensed it, and he drove down heavily into her, rubbing his belly against her clitoris. His crotch kissed her cunt, and their dark, hairy groins merged into one.
"Fuck me, I'm cumming!" she cried, hunching up against him. "Fuck me, I'm cumming!"
Her words rang in my ears, and my hand trembled against my cunt. I placed my feet flat on the mattress and lifted myself up. My fingers slipped from my clit, and I drove them into the liquid hole of my cunt. My body was hot, and I humped my cunt around the two fingers. I stared down between my open legs, watching Buddy and Terri fuck.
Buddy grunted, and he pushed himself even deeper into her. There wasn't a single flash of flesh between their two crotches. Just the dark sweaty hair, and the squishing sounds of her orgasm.
Buddy lifted his head. There was a smile on his mouth.
"I'm cumming," he moaned, announcing it for her benefit, but actually telling me. "I'm cumming!"
His ass tensed, and he ground his crotch against her cunt in a hard, tight circle. His thighs flexed, and he held himself up on stiff arms. Her legs were pulled almost behind her, and he was pushing straight down into the shuddering depths of her belly.
The color drained out of his face as the raw pleasure surpassed the revenge. "I'm cumming," he groaned, surprised slightly, sincere in his excitement. "I'm cumming!"
I strained after my own orgasm, but it kept on slipping out of my grasp. Buddy grunted, and Terri continued to moan in a low droning sound that completely disregarded words. Suddenly she screamed and dropped her legs heavily to the bed. Buddy grunted and fell off her, his cock small, her cunt oozing milky cum.
I began to advance on Terri. I wanted her cunt.
Only I hadn't cum.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
My cunt was on fire. My blood surged like live steam through my veins. An orgasm that needed to be cultivated pulsed at the end of my empty cunt, waiting. My mouth and lips and tongue burned for the taste of wet cunt. I moved like an animal, on my hands and knees, towards Terri's exhausted, open crotch.
The movement of the mattress rising and falling under my crawling weight aroused Buddy from the numbness of his dying orgasm. He lifted himself slowly and stared at me with wide, uncomprehending eyes.
"Kathy, what are you doing?" he asked. There was just a trace of the old fear in his voice.
Terri's cunt seemed to be floating in front of my blurry eyes, like a balloon filled with helium. Her two enormous milk-white thighs were like two broad avenues leading down to the circle of her cunt. Her thighs quivered, and I thought I could hear her cunt sighing.
Buddy moved. His cock flopped limply over, dribbling a trickle of cum against his heaving belly.
"What are you going to do?" he asked again, urgently, perhaps even a little desperately. "Kathy! Kathy!"
I could see every single hair on Terri's cunt. The thick folds of her lips were parted open, like a heavy curtain. The inner lips were a deep pink, red almost, and they glistened wetly. The tiny round mouth of muscles that opened and closed at the entrance of her cunt lay flaccid, as if the effort of gripping Buddy's cock had strained its elasticity. Thick glue-like trickles of cum oozed from the relaxed hole. The thick substance leaked down the slippery valley between the two lips, trickling in clean, wiggling lines over the flattened cheeks of her ass. Bubbles of the substance clung to the ends of her damp pubic hair, and the insides of her thighs were smeared with the oily lubrication.
"Kathy! Kathy!" Buddy called. "Are you crazy!"
I crawled slowly between her open, relaxed thighs. Her belly was heaving slightly, pulling the ridge of her cunt slowly up and down. Up near the top of the mound, the lips were closing slightly, but I could just see the hard nub of her clitoris, nestled between the fleshy, hairy folds of her pussy. The bud looked dormant, sleeping almost, after its exhausting performance only moments earlier. I was going to awake that button of nerve endings: I was going to take it between my lips and suck it to awareness.
My shoulders touched the inner softness of Terri's warm inner thighs as I moved in closer. She stirred and lifted one leg.
"No more, baby," she moaned. "I'm too tired. Let me rest first."
I could smell the raunchy, sexual odor of her cunt, and the exciting aroma made my nipples get hard.
Cunt, I thought, inhaling deeply. I could see every quivering hair, every dribble of cum, every fold and line and indentation of that soft, fleshy maw. Cunt! I was going to eat her cunt!
Buddy had pulled back now, his protestations stilled by his growing excitement. I could hear him breathing heavily, making soft, wet sounds with his mouth. He moved his hand and touched his sloppy soft cock. He began to work it slowly, watching, watching.
Then for the first time in my life, I licked a cunt.
"Oh, baby!" Terri moaned, still unaware that there was a woman between her open thighs. "Oh, wow, wow."
My mouth was dry and my tongue shook uncontrollably. The pointed wet tip pushed open the topmost flap of Terri's cunt lips, exposing her clitoris. I touched it experimentally with my tongue; she moaned and groaned, pulled back, then pushed down against me. I felt the bud shiver slightly, then I could feel it getting hard under the press of my tongue. It felt like a small, hot nipple, and a flush of shame and excitement shook my body when I recalled those exquisite times I pulled my own breasts up into my mouth and sucked the nipples hard while I masturbated myself. I ran my tongue around the edge of the nub, and Terri drew up her other leg, then flopped them back, pulling the lips wide apart, completely exposing her cunt.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. She slid her hands up and squeezed her heavy tits. "Let me clean myself before you eat me. I'm full of your cum."
That blew my mind, and I moaned loudly, excitedly. I pressed my face down into the open wetness of her cunt, and stabbed at her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I flitted it from side to side, butterflying it, rolling the tip of my tongue over the hard nub of the clit. The flesh under my tongue felt wet and soft, slippery, with the slightly salty taste of sweat. I could feel the hair on her cunt brushing against my lips, catching in my teeth, tickling under my nose. The softness of her thighs pressed against my cheeks, and I moved my head from side to side, across the broad curve of her cunt, washing it with my tongue.
"Oh, that feels so good," she moaned. She lifted her hips and began to roll her cunt against my mouth. "Your tongue feels so light, so soft. It's tickling me."
I slid my hands up, under her ass, and pulled her cunt to me. My face was full of the wet smell of her excitement, and my senses reeled from the strangeness of the odor. There was the raunchiness of sex in it, but there was also the light, sweet, perfumed smell of femininity. Her flesh was soft and tender under my fingers, and I rubbed it erotically, savoring the hairless smoothness of her naked thighs and ass. I squeezed into her with my fingers. I rocked my head from side to side, lashing the tip of my tongue over the swollen bud of her excited clit.
Suddenly she jumped, as if I had stabbed her.
She cried: "That's not you, Buddy!" She pushed herself up on her elbows and stared down between her parted thighs. Her voice was strained with her excitement. "Oh, it's you!"
Her awareness seemed to excite me even further, and I pulled her sloppy crotch even harder against my mouth. I was afraid of her objections, so I redoubled my efforts and licked furiously at her clit in an attempt to smother her in pleasure. I raked and stabbed and sucked and bit into her clitoris, opening the slit of her cunt as if it were a knife and not my tongue between her thighs. She began to respond. She pressed her cunt back against my mouth.
"Oh, yes, Kathy! Kathy!" she cried, lifting her cunt into my open mouth. "Eat me, Kathy! Eat me! I love when a woman eats me. It drives me crazy!"
Her ass came up from the mattress, and my tongue slid down the open crack of her cunt. I could feel the thick, oozy slime of the cooling cum clinging to her cunt, but I pushed my tongue through it, excited by what I was doing. The cum was drying; I lifted it with the tip of my tongue and tossed it back into my mouth. As I sunk my tongue into her wet hole, I inhaled deeply and drank down the thick discharge of cum and pussy juice.
Terri's hands came down to my head, and she grabbed hold of my hair. She pulled my mouth to her cunt, straining down against me with the thrusts of my hips. She pulled her thighs as widely apart as she could, until they were almost at right angles to her pelvis. Her cunt was wide open and oozing.
"Use that tongue!" she moaned. She lifted herself on her heels and pounded her cunt into my mouth. My tongue went all the way inside of her. "Use it, Kathy! Work it in and out of me. God!"" She closed her legs suddenly, and I had her cunt spread all over my face. Her thighs locked around my cheeks, and she pressed my mouth down against her with her legs. My nose slipped between the crack, and I could feel cum and saliva oozing down over my chin. My tongue wriggled back and forth, from wall to wall in that tight, wet tunnel. I could feel her cunt muscles tightening around the middle of my plunging tongue.
A hand slid up my thigh, then curved in and cupped my cunt as I lay on my belly. I could feel the fingers curling against my wet mound, pressing into my puff of hair and flesh. The grip was familiar. It was Buddy's hand.
"You enjoyed it," he said, shocked and excited. "Didn't you? It turned you on to see Terri and I making love. You enjoyed it!"
Buddy's hand pulled back, and I felt him couple two fingers together. He pressed the fingers forward, between the lips of my cunt. The fingers slid up into my body, and I humped back against them. The intensity of the pleasure made me again aware that I hadn't cum. And, as I licked Terri's cunt, I rubbed my own cunt against Buddy's fucking fingers.
Terri's cunt was very tight around my tongue, and I could feel her squeezing her muscles down around me. My mouth was pressed firmly against her sweaty crotch and I seemed to be breathing into her cunt. I had to roll my head to the side every once in a while to keep from smothering. Her thick, hairy lips came up like a wet flap and closed over my mouth, as if she were trying to kiss me with her cunt. I could feel the suction of her hot body drawing on my tongue, pulling it to its full length inside of her, trying to rip it from my mouth and plant it in her cunt.
"You really do enjoy sex, Kathy, don't you?"
Buddy said. He jerked his fingers in and out of me, sending vibrations of pleasure down the length of my prostrated body. "You're a really hot cunt, aren't you?"
I moved my hand from Terri's ass and somehow managed to wiggle it up her crotch. I could feel my fingers pressed against my face as I slid my hand into the middle of her cunt. I pulled my tongue from her cunthole, and I returned it to her clitoris. Then I put two fingers inside of her, replacing my tongue. I licked her clit and humped her cunt with my fingers. She rolled me from side to side as she swung her legs around.
"I'm gonna cum!" she cried. Her cunt started clutching at my fingers. "I'm gonna cum!"
I flattened my tongue against her clitoris and began to stroke her deeply and firmly. I started the upward slash at the hole of her cunt and licked up over the curve of the mound in a single, juicy lap. I rolled my tongue over her clit, flattening it out each time I caressed her.
She began to jump and squirm, and I could feel the tension building in her muscles. She gripped me even more tightly with her thighs, pressing both my face and hand up into the folds of her cunt. My fingers were extended as far into her as I could push them, and I could feel the hairy mouth of her box eating at the knuckles of my fist. I wiggled the fingers around, scratching her cunt with them, digging them up into her warm, moist tunnel.
Then her cunt gripped closed, and Terri began to squeeze off the circulation in my fingers. Her cunt became a vise, and I got my first real impression of how a cunt could wring a stiff cock dry. She squeezed down with all her might, like a closing fist trying to crush my hand.
"I'm cumming!" she moaned, thrashing wildly about on the mattress. Her long black hair spilled from side to side across the foot of the bed. "I'm... cumming!"
I could feel her cumming, and it excited me. Her cunt opened and closed on my fingers, and I pushed my hand even harder up against her. I could feel a sudden oozing wetness, like a slimy flow; the walls of her cunt became moist and slippery. I licked at her clit with quick, rapid strokes of my tongue, slapping the fluttering bud from side to side until she began to shudder convulsively.
"Ohmigod!" she cried. "Oh my God!"
"Jesus!" Buddy croaked. The tremor of excitement was in his voice. He pulled his hand from my cunt and I felt him lifting my ass with his hands. I followed him up, kneeling on my knees, licking down at the folded tightness of Terri's spasming cunt. I felt Buddy spread my thighs, then open the lips of my cunt. He was going to fuck me, and I was going to let him. I was hot and excited, and long overdue for an orgasm.
Buddy grunted and pushed uselessly against me with his revived cock. The angle of my ass was too low, and he couldn't get in properly. I tried to raise myself, but that only pulled my mouth away from Terri's cunt, and I didn't want that. Buddy strained to get in, lowering himself, pushing his cock at me with two hands. He guided his cock into me, parting the lips and sinking about two inches into my gripping cunt. And then Terri would roll away from my mouth and I would follow her down. Buddy's cock would slip out.
"I can't get it... in!" he grunted, furious. He pushed and pressed, and even tried to lift me and pull me off the mattress. My cunt went up in the air, Buddy stabbed at me, and we toppled over on the mattress.
My mouth broke away from Terri's cunt. I had hair in my mouth, and my jaw ached from licking at her. The base of my tongue burned from the vigorous licking I had applied to her cunt.
"Help me cum," I moaned. I began to finger myself, and I was amazed how wet I was. "Please... help me cum."
Buddy grunted and mounted me. I could feel the shaft of his cock lay across the top of my cunt as he readied himself to push into me. His balls swung between my thighs, and I felt as if I were on fire.
Buddy's cock speared into me, and I cried with excitement. "Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I wrapped my thighs around his body, and he pushed his cock in and out of me. I could feel the wet, rolling pleasure pushing up my body. His cock drove violently into me. I gripped the fleshy shaft thankfully, and ground my hips against his thrusting belly.
"Let me!" Terri cried. Her voice was strained with a passion that still hadn't been satisfied. "Let me, let me, let me!"
I saw her down between my legs, pulling at Buddy. She was on her knees, and her large, heavy breasts flapped up and down like balloons filled with water. Her long black hair was spread all over her shoulders like a wild tangled bush. Her pretty face was made ugly with desire.
"Let me!" she screamed.
She pulled Buddy away from me. I felt his cock sliding from my cunt, away from my building orgasm.
"No... please!" I cried. I tried to reach down and hold onto Buddy. "No, don't!"
Terri put her tongue against my clitoris and began to lick.
"Yes!" I screamed. "Yes, yes!"
Her tongue flashed up and down, reaming out the slit of my cunt. She jammed it into the aching hole, then pulled it out. She flicked it against my clit, then sucked the bud up between her teeth and began to bite it. I moaned and squirmed, but she didn't slacken her pace. She just continued to lick and suck and bite at my cunt with that intimate knowledge that comes from having had it done to you. Her tongue moved up and down, in and out, and I felt pleasure building again in my cunt.
A woman, I thought, my brain swirling in a vortex of excitement. A woman eating my cunt! The same woman whose cunt I licked just moments ago. It was a surprise. Without realizing it, Buddy had given me a surprise.
I reached down and I touched her head. Her hair was thick and wild, and it covered my heaving nakedness like a black web. I pulled her hard against my cunt, just as she had done to me. I lifted my ass from the mattress and rocked on my feet, driving my cunt into her face.
"Eat me!" I moaned. I felt her tongue opening the delicate folds of my crotch. "Eat me until I cum!"
Buddy moved above me. He was standing on the mattress, one foot on either side of my head. His cock looked enormous.
He stared down at me, and he laughed.
"Look at that," he said. His hands were on his hips, and he was looking down. "Look at that cunt climb."
I felt no shame, no animosity, no embarrassment. All I felt was passion. The burning, driving need in my cunt to cum. I lifted my hips and pressed my cunt into Terri's mouth. She licked back at me, worming her darting tongue up the tight channel of my cunt. I fucked myself on her tongue as if it was a cock.
Buddy started to come down upon me. His cock grew larger and longer and thicker and more unreal with every second. I felt his ass settle on my chest, flattening my breasts as he sat. The pain of his weight crushed my chest and turned my breath to steam. He placed a knee on either side of my face, lifting some of his weight from me. Then, with his hand, he pulled me up by my hair. My head jerked backed back. His cock stared me in the face.
"You like cock, Kathy?" he roared. With his other hand he opened my mouth, cruelly, roughly. Then he guided his cock between my lips. "Then suck! Suck my cock!"
Buddy's cock filled my mouth. My lips strained; my jaw dropped. I felt the smooth, hard column of flesh slide past my teeth, back towards my throat. I licked up at his cock, washing it, bathing it with my saliva. I began to suck.
The fire in my cunt began to spread. I felt it burn down my thighs and race up into my belly. Terri's tongue licked and stroked, pushing in and out of my hole, then fluttered against my clitoris until the fire was roaring in my brain, and I wanted to scream from the pain of my pleasure.
"Suck it!" Buddy screamed. He pulled me by my hair and shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged on his hardness, curling my tongue back in a reflex motion. He began to fuck my mouth with his cock, driving it in and out of my sucking, pouting lips.
"Suck it!" he cried again. "Suck it, you bitch. Suck it, Kathy! Suck it until I cum!"
Terri grabbed my ass and dug her fingernails into the cheeks. She pulled me fiercely to her mouth, pushing her tongue deeply into the swirling heat of my belly, as if she were attempting to lick the head of Buddy's cock by driving up through my body. My legs were spread wide around her, folded over her shoulders. I strained against her tongue.
I grabbed Buddy's cock with both my hands and squeezed into it. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to draw out his cum with the vacuum of my lips. I rolled my tongue over the head of his cock, pounding my cunt desperately against Terri's licking mouth. I was seconds away from cumming.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Buddy explained, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. "Didn't you, Kathy? You really did enjoy it. It turned you on. It made you hot to see Terri and I fucking." He grunted and tensed, and I knew he was close to cumming a second time. Then: "Just as I enjoyed watching you get fucked by all those men... "
Finally, finally, finally! I thought. Finally, he's admitted it. After all these weeks, he's said the words. He's admitted it to himself... and to me!
Terri licked hard and wet; my orgasm quivered on the end of her tongue, wobbling, preparing to fall and break open like an egg.
Buddy grunted. His cock slipped in and out, pulsing heat into the wet hole of my mouth.
"You enjoyed watching," Buddy continued. "Just as J enjoyed watching. Lovers. That's all we needed, Kathy. That's all we've ever needed: lovers for each other."
I grabbed his cock and pulled hard. I swallowed his stiff flesh.
"finally," he grunted. His balls swelled under my chin. Saliva striped his cock like a barber pole. "After all these years, Kathy. Finally, we have something in common. After all these years, we have a reason to stay together."
I began to cum. I sucked hard on Buddy's cock, and I tried to scream. Tears ran down my face. I was happy; the tears were tears of joy.
Buddy began to cum in thick, hot gushes. I swallowed thirstily.
"Woman... " Buddy grunted, saying the words between the pulses of his orgasm. -"Woman... for... me... and... men... for... you... uuuhhhh!
Cum gushed down my throat. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. The words raced through my mind.
Not just women, Buddy, I thought, but pickups, my girlfriends, the wives of our friends, and maybe even your old lovers! They're all yours, Buddy. All for you. I'll get them for you!
Buddy groaned and cum gushed. My cunt quivered in crashing orgasm around Terri's tongue. I smiled around Buddy's cock.
