My voice dropped finally into silence.
Sounds of the river rushing past. The night was still, damp and cold in our gorge, and quite clear. Orion hung over us in the sky, his belt a-glimmer with jewels. The fire had become a bed of coals covered by white ash.
I was quite warm inside my bag. I sat still, hulking dark in the night, cross-legged. My erection was clasped lightly in my hand, and I masturbated ever so slowly. I had prolonged and prolonged my inevitable orgasm, drawing back each time the glory had been about to come. Perhaps it was imagination, hut I felt as though this erection had been growing steadily larger for the last hours. I could feel the broad, flat hotness of its bead as it curled back against my stomach. I had never felt it this long, and its very size excited me. Indeed, it was so huge and so nearly numb with the constant, tantalizing friction on it that it seemed not to belong to me at all. It rose from my loins, yes, but it was bent upon its own ecstasy. It was only by chance that this rising column of flesh was to be found between my legs. It cared nothing for me, was ignorant of me, disdained to become mine. It sought only its own fulfillment.
And what of Tony and Carla? The liquid sounds from within their bag had stimulated me during the telling of my tale, but as the light grew dimmer and redder it had been less easy to tell just what was going on amongst the feathers. Once, Carla had given tongue to an eerie, long wail, but that time had long passed. For long minutes, no sound had come from them. I knew they were listening still, for there was a sense of urgency between the three of us, but I had painted the picture of that last, climactic evening of Emily's, word by word, without their assistance.
And now silence. All was silence. Arthur?
"Yes, Carla?"
"Come here."
"All right."
"Now, Arthur."
I rose from my bag and stood naked in the cold night. I did not feel the cold. Blood skimmed just beneath my skin. I felt tall. I might, for the urging, reach up an arm to Orion's belt and clasp it again around my own waist. My sword stood tall and stiffly swayed.
A warm hand came unerringly from the huddle of darkness and closed softly around my hot sex. "There it is," sighed a low voice.
"What will you do with it?" came Tony's quiet voice.
"I just want it."
I stepped closer to their bodies. I felt dim hair against my thighs, and then a warm mouth slid wetly down over me. Time and all motion stopped. The mouth, so very wet, was still. Her soft breath bathed my belly. I stared at the stars around my head.
And then a velvet tongue began to slip in tiny circles along the underside of my sex. I realized, too, that Tony's head was pressed against my belly. He was slowly kissing his wife's closed eyes, licking along the edge of her scalp, bathing her nose and nostrils with his tongue. Carla must be straddling him, in his lap. His own cock, lovely and long, must be impaled up in her, must be soaking at this very instant in her warm syrup. Before my eyes rose an imaginative picture of the bottom of Carla's body: the smooth union of their two organs, Carla's cunt folded around Tony like a flower. With my entire being, I longed to slip my face below the pear of Carla's ass and place m y lips on the magic. I could almost taste and feel the sensation now, so badly did I long for it. I wanted to feel the stiff way that Tony entered his warm wife. I wanted to lick the place where hard became soft. I wanted to drink the secretions which oiled the spot. I wanted their hair to twine together and be scratchy on my tongue.
Now Carla withdrew her mouth from my hard cock. Her breath was coming quickly.
Her face was eager and pale in the starlight. "Can you come now, Tony? I want you to come. Oh, please! Shoot that hot stuff into me. I'm going to come, Tony. I'm so close!"
"Yes, my love. Yes. Oh, yes."
Carla began a faster action with her body, slipping up and down on the impaling prick with in her folds. Their mouths met in a long kiss. "Their arms tightened around each other's shoulders. Carla began to pant with her exertions and the nearness of her orgasm. I slid my cock, still wet from Carla's kisses, between their faces and felt their two foreheads and four eyes battering against it. Carla took one hand off Tony's shoulder and slid it down her front to her clit. I felt her inhalation as her fingertips found the little erection and began to massage its swollen head. Then their mouths met across my cock, four lips caressing me and each other.
"Oh! Carla, I'm going to come. I'm going to come soon. I'm going to!"
Tony broke the kiss. He leaned back on his arms, his face raised to the sky, and began to buck hard into his wife's enfolding. cunt. Carla, too, had thrown her face back. The fingers beating on her clit flew desperately. Her wonderful breasts with their tight tips bounced upon the starlight. One hand still clenched Tony's shoulder, and she slung her hips up and down on him, forcing his cock always deeper between her split lips.
Her voice was tattered, breathless. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes, Tony. Tony, come. Come, Tony. Come. Oh, come. Oh, come. Oh, oh, oh, oh! I'm going to come right with you. Yes! Yes!
Now you're coming! You're comin' in me! And I'm… I was forgotten. The lovers battered out their orgasms while I stood tall above them, my eyes locked on Carla's starlit body.
As they finally relaxed, Tony and Carla slumped into a mushy heap. A miasma of sex and come swept up out of their sleeping bag. I almost came simply from inhaling it.
Instead, I dove into the bag, nearly ripping it in my frenzy to get my mouth on Carla.
Neither of them seemed to know exactly what was happening. I untangled Carla's flaccid, damp limbs. She lay then outside the bag, used and finished. I suppose that the throes of her orgasm were still murmuring to her. Indeed, she still moaned softly.
And come seeped from her loose cunt like honey from a cracked urn.
Tony seemed dazed as well. He was still partly inside the bag. He lay on one side, his head hanging in an awkward way. Save for the fact that he had just celebrated a monumental orgasm, I knew he could not have been comfortable in such a position.
But my attention was not fully upon him. Carla, of the Mediterranean skin and the almond breasts. She lay before me now, all shimmering in the starlight.
I was in a strange state. My own excitement, unfuffilled, was nearly forgotten. A perpetual erection rose from my sweaty loins. It would never go away. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, it would be there still. I knelt slowly between Carla's tumbled legs, Starlight revealed little. Her body was dark, mysterious, full of shadowy hollows. But her shiny lips themselves were laid naked of their cushiony hair. Their juices had matted her fur away from that mouth, and I watched as an ooze of come welled between her lips and bled slowly away. As a worshipper, I bent forward and pressed my own lips softly to hers. The sharp scent of their mingled come pierced my brain, and I almost swooned.
I kissed her again, feeling the smear of gluey fluids against my own lips. I extended my tongue and parted her puffed lips with it. Another welt of Tony's come washed down her cunt hole and slid into my mouth. I could taste her as well, mingled with his hot, thick semen. I pressed forward. My nose clove her. Juices gummed across my cheeks and smeared my eyelids. Slowly, I turned my face inside her, back and forth.
I washed myself in her nectar.
During all this, both Carla and Tony had been still. It had been my own long moment.
But now she whimpered. I had brushed her clit with my nose just then, and the little nubbin was too tender to be touched. Quickly, I bent my face farther down, but the time had passed. Her gentle fingers drew me up. "No, friend. Not my cunt. I'm too tired."
But I surprised her. As she drew my face down to her own, I sank into her like a hot knife into butter. Her lips drew back from her teeth in a silent snarl. Her eyes clamped shut. And as the head of my engorged cock bumped up against the mouth of her womb a vast exhalation was forced from her. "Oh, Jesus God," she groaned.
And then there was Tony beside us. "Fuck him, darling," he urged her. "Fuck Arthur."
Her eyes fluttered open, and their gazes met. "Yes, darling. Yes, Tony, my love."
Her arms closed around my shoulder. Her thighs lifted and fitted themselves to my waist. I felt her heels begin to drum against my buttocks as she commenced to sling her cunt up at me. She rode up and down the long cock within her, and her eyes never left her husband's. She made no sound except small, tight gasps at each drawn breath.
But it was no good. She hurt. She stopped. "Im sorry," she apologized, as much to Tony as to me. "I'm just too sore."
On my knees, I pulled myself agonizingly from her cunt. I was speechless, poleaxed with lust. Now that great, anonymous cock before me had taken all of myself into it. I was nothing. I was a cock, is all. I knew nothing save the need to make myself one with Carla.
"What can I do for you?" she pleaded, on her knees and with her breasts pressed against my chest.
But I could not answer. My mind would riot frame a reply. My hands clutched spasmodically at her haunches. My cock weighed har d against her warm belly, rising nearly to her hanging breasts.
"Blow him," suggested Tony. "Drink his come."
My goddess sank readily to her task. Her mouth was wide, her saliva warm. She held the base of my cock and bobbed her head over it. And then her lips were a tight ring running up and down its rigid length. Her tongue was a warm vibration against the underside of my head. A hand cupped my balls and milked them as her mouth hurried up and down.
My staring eyes saw that Tony now knelt against his wife. His limp cock was swelling in his hand. He crooned a constant tune of lust while he kneaded Carla's exquisite, swaying tits. His face was drained of all expression. His cock had grown to its full size, and she pressed its hot tip against her cheeks and stretched lips as he beat himself off.
I began to come. At last, after all those hours. I felt the sensation gathering all the way at the top of my back. I felt the muscles tightening all along my spine. The blast poured down my back.
"He's going to come now, darling. He's going to shoot that hot come right down your throat. And I'm coming too! I'm coming, Carla. Oh, Carla, here it comes!"
With those words, the sperm flung itself with a squirt from the end of his cock and splashed across her cheeks and filled her pretty eyes. And at the same moment, feeling and seeing his hot splashes, I felt the gathering forces whip around under my ass and come blasting up out of the thick erection which sank so very deep in Carla's accommodating mouth. I pumped hard into her throat, buffetting her face with my pelvis.
And Carla took her hand from my balls and plunged it into the thick sporran between her thighs. Down into her reignited cunt. And, knowing just what to do, she made herself come as she milked the last jets of semen from my cock. Her face smeared with our mixed juices, she collapsed backwards into a moaning fetal ball, her hands grinding her cunt, her orgasm rocketing her into another, and another again, until it was impossible to tell when one stopped and the next began.
It was awe-inspiring. Tony and I, draped and spent, watched her quivering form in the starlight.
"Honey?" he called. "Baby, are you all right?"
Her shivering came finally to an end. There was no sound. Neither was there any movement.
"Honey?"
As one would a holy thing, he touched her. "Sweetie?"
"Is she okay?" I managed to ask. My thighs were threatening to give out I slumped onto the cold sand.
"Yes," his voice was very quiet. "She's pas sed out. It takes her this way sometimes, when she can't stop coming."
We were both silent. Time passed.
"Perhaps we should cover her," I suggested.
"Yes. Yes, let's."
We rolled her into a sleeping bag. She murmured, but she did not wake.
I was cold now, and hungry. I pulled on a thick sweater and my damp jeans. I shoved my feet into the cold interiors of my boots. Feeling big, rumbly and grumbly, barefooted, I rummaged through my pack until I found an orange.
Tony had also dressed, and we sat on boulders beside the river. Neither of us was sleepy.
"That's some story," he said. He was fiddling with his pipe.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Funny thing is that most of it s true."
"All that really happened?"
"Most of it, yup. I claim a little of the license of the mythmaker, but… " I threw some of the orange peel blindly into the river. Ecologically speaking, not a sound move, but there it was.
"Jesus."
"As you say, sir, Jesus."
"And then what happened?"
"Well, Emily stayed up there for about six weeks."
"Did you ever go there?"
"No. Want some of this orange? No'?-No I never did. It was her place, you know.
Her turf.
Some moments were spent in silence. Tony got his pipe going. He put his equipment away and puffed contentedly. "You know," he mused, "as you were describing yourself there, it seemed like you were the one who needed the access to lust."
"I sure did. But Emily was the key. When she came back down off the mountain, she worked me over for three months until I found a way to get through my old fear of the body."
"What about Karen?"
"Karen moved in pretty soon before we met you. She's been with us about a year."
"How's that working out?"
"Pretty well, I suppose. I don't think she'll be around much longer. She's the kind of person who needs something new all the time. It's like she finds these brokenwinged people, like Emily, and fixes them up. But she has to get along then when they begin to have the strength to support themselves."
More silence.
"Sure you won't have any orange? Last piece."
"Well, okay."
I handed it to him.
"Nice night."
"Yup."
"Think we ought to climb tomorrow, or stay here?"
"Let's just see how we feel. We've got another five days."
"Time enough."
"Time enough."
More silence still. I was beginning to grow drowsy.
"I wonder about Carla and me," he mused.
"Wonder what?"
"Well, about lust."
"I wouldn't take this too seriously, if I were you.
"It's helped you."
"Sure. but then so has cooking together, keeping fish, getting into politics."
"They aren't on the same level."
"No, you're right. They aren't."
"Well, I wonder, is all."
"You've got to keep a marriage fresh, but this is playing with fire. It nearly did us in, and I suppose that it may yet."
"But you live such a full life!"
"It reads, Tony, better than it lives."
"Easier to say when you're living it."
"Admittedly."
"I wonder how you start. Where is this place you were talking about?"
"No good, man. You have to find your own place. Like tonight. This is as good a time as any. We've got five more days. Let's see what happens."
"Tonight?"
"Sure. Tonight will be fine. But do you dare let it continue? We could stop it right now, think of it as a momentary aberration. We were under the influence of the stars, or some such. Are you willing to cut yourself away from one of your stronger anchors and let lust take over? You never know what might happen. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with your wife."
"I know."
"But then you love Emily, don't you?"
I heard him smile as he replied, "It had crossed my mind, yes."
"Well, we can leave it like this, store it in the memory and use it to dream about, or else we can give way and see where it is going to take us."
"It's frightening."
"You're goddamned right it's frightening."
"I'm not certain I want it."
"Well, I was certain I didn't want it. But then Emily showed me the error of my ways."
"Are you happier now?"
"Hard to say."
The river continued to rush, and the stars continued to flicker. We spoke for a few minutes more, and, as you might expect, we didn't decide anything. Tonight had been fine, but we'd just have to see what tomorrow brought. And there was time enough for that tomorrow.