When they were alone, Steffi told Marc that she had acquired some possible leads concerning Michael's whereabouts. He accepted the news with mixed feelings, not forgetting the talk he had had with Shelly.
"Well," he said resignedly, "let's go check them out."
Steffi's face wrinkled with reluctance. "Not we," she corrected. "Me." For a moment, Marc felt himself getting angry about being left out in the cold for a second time. Then he remembered that his sister was doing what she felt was best and reluctantly agreed.
"Besides," she pointed out, "you didn't have such a bad time keeping busy last time I was away."
The vision of Shelly's lovely large tits flashed through Marc's mind and he smiled. He wanted to tell Steffi how he had imagined that it was she sucking him off at the Naked Truth but decided that this was not the time for such talk.
"Okay," he said, "you go have your adventures playing Sherlock Holmes tonight and I'll just go to my favorite bar and get plastered."
"Fair enough," she replied, "and kiss her once for me."
Marc didn't expect to be kissing anyone that night, but the thought was certainly a pleasant one.
And so it came to pass that Marc was sitting in his favorite bar, thoughtlessly sipping on his drink and staring at the women who hung out waiting to be picked up. They were attractive enough in their tight-fitting sweaters and micro-miniskirts, but somehow Marc was getting depressed by the whole bar scene. It seemed as if he were having more sex in the last few days than he had ever had in his life, yet it seemed like months since he had been laid. The whole scene was beginning to bore him.
And so Marc was sitting in a bar downtown feeling pretty low. Even the topless dancers couldn't do much to cheer him up. He had had enough of watching bouncing boobs from a distance at the Naked Truth. Seeing gorgeous voluptuous girls fingering their own nipples and actually cuddling up to a pair of warm full breasts were two entirely different things in his opinion. For a while he tried to flirt with a few of the women in the bar, but he found himself so turned off either by the crassness or the coyness of their come-ons that he soon stopped trying. While his spirits were definitely sagging, his cock couldn't seem to decide between standing at full attention and begging to be left alone.
So completely was Marc lost in his melancholy thoughts that for a long time he didn't even notice the attention he was getting from a redheaded woman and her boyfriend at a booth not very far away. As he sat nursing his drink, the couple in the booth huddled in avid conversation, occasionally pausing to point in his direction. When he noticed, he began to watch them curiously out of the corner of his eye. After a little while, he began to seriously wonder what was going on, but before he could draw any hasty conclusions, the woman beckoned to him to come over to their table. He pointed to himself in the classical "who, me?" gesture and she pointed back with the classical "yes, you!" gesture.
What the hell, he thought, and picking up his drink, he joined them at their table. No sooner did he sit down than the man nervously began to engage him in inane conversation.
"How's it going?" he asked as a rather trite icebreaker.
"Not too good," Marc answered honestly, wondering if he had been asked over to engage in polite chatter.
"Perhaps I can interest you in a little proposition…" the man began, apparently getting down to the business at hand. Before he could say anymore, he was cut off by the redhead in mid-sentence.
"Let's cut the crap," she said bluntly. "Ralph here wants to get laid. Now I'm more than willing, but this little bastard can't keep it up unless someone's watching. The deal is, you come over to my place and watch the sonofabitch fuck me. Afterwards, there should be plenty left over if you're interested."
He looked at the strange pair with fascination. Ralph was clearly embarrassed, but it appeared that he was not going to dispute the redhead's claims. She on the other hand acted as if you couldn't embarrass her if you screwed her in front of her own mother. Marc wondered how the voluptuous red-head and her slightly built companion ever got together.
"Listen, honey," she went on, turning her back on her companion in order to address Marc, "are you in or out? If you want in, you can be very in, if you know what I mean. If not, there are lots of other studs who wouldn't mind having me screw the shit out of them, and you better believe I can do it."
Marc had no doubts on that score. The redhead was built solidly, but she was by no means unattractive. From her powerful but slim legs to her full high breasts, she seemed to be built for action. It was obvious that she would be only too happy to go all night with any man who was good enough to handle her. The only thing Marc couldn't quite figure out was why she wasted her time on Ralph. The little fellow did indeed look like he would have trouble getting a hard-on, no less satisfy a piece of ass like the redhead. Marc looked at him in a way that he hoped would apologize for the question he felt he had to ask.
"But why him?" he asked the redhead bluntly. To his surprise, the girl almost turned the color of her hair before replying.
"Because I love the little motherfucker," she answered.
It was not long after that that they arrived at the apartment, Marc had learned on the way over that the redhead's name was Sarah, although Ralph persisted in calling her all kinds of cutesy-pie names which obviously turned him on but just as obviously seemed to do absolutely nothing for her – and yet, Marc could not help but observe that she seemed somehow flattered by his interest. The apartment, he was told, had been Sarah's originally. She had shared it with Ralph for awhile after that until the couple broke up. Now she kept it alone with little Ralph as a frequent guest. Marc mentally guessed that Ralph was not alone in this honor. Sarah did not strike him as a one-man woman.
The bedroom was remarkably elegant. Neither the prints on the walls nor the elaborate dressing table near the canopied bed seemed to befit either the earthy Sarah or the meek Ralph, but Marc reminded himself that they were certainly no ordinary couple to begin with. Marc was seated in a plush chair at the foot of the bed and was instructed to pay close attention but to say nothing under any circumstances. He nodded in understanding consent. In a moment the show began.
It was immediately obvious to Marc that what he was witnessing was more of a practiced ritual than a spontaneous act of love-making. It began with the couple kneeling on the bed entirely clothed. After a few moments, Sarah began to remove all her clothing as Ralph gaped in awed silence.
Despite Sarah's size, it was obvious that her nude body was in no sense fat. Marc felt stirrings in his crotch as he watched the woman reposition herself in front of Ralph. When she was completely naked, Ralph picked up her bra and panties and sniffed them lovingly. The redhead watched impassively as he stuck his nose and tongue into her panties, moaning slightly as he thoroughly wetted them with his mouth. Suddenly dropping the underwear, he turned his attentions to Sarah herself, passionately licking at her great brown nipples and shoving his fingers rudely into her vagina. She continued to kneel there, seemingly indifferent to his acts, quietly ignoring Ralph as he pawed and licked at her for several minutes. Suddenly, she drew her arm back and slapped him viciously across the face!
For a moment, she looked at him as if she were outraged. Then, just as suddenly, her look of anger was replaced by a smile of endearment. Very tenderly, she proceeded to unbutton his shirt and remove his pants. Marc was somewhat pleased to see that Ralph's cock was not especially small, although he was surprised to observe that it was showing scarcely any sign of erection. Marc himself had been no more than a spectator, but he was certainly feeling the effects of the strange love-play which he was witnessing.
Both naked now, the couple embraced tightly, Sarah's massive but firm breasts crushed excitingly against Ralph's spindly chest. Marc was aware that his first pang of envy had set in as he felt his cock swell at the thought of his own possible penetration of the beautiful amazon. Then, almost as if they could hear his lustful thoughts, the couple on the bed suddenly stopped their activities. To Marc's surprise, their eyes had turned to him!
"Look!" Sarah exclaimed, pointing at Marc as if becoming aware of his presence for the first time.
"Who is he?" Ralph responded, as if he too had not before noticed the invited voyeur. Sarah cooed her response in his ear.
"That's my lover," she said, her tone suddenly taking on a vicious ugliness. "He's the one who fucks me when you're not around. He's so much fuckin' better than you it's almost pathetic. He doesn't have a little fairy cock like you do. At least that sexy sonofabitch is a real man."
Marc watched the couple in amazement as Sarah tore Ralph down in her imaginary descriptions of their guest's prowess as a lover. Ralph's once small cock grew slowly to truly dramatic proportions with every insult Sarah leveled at him as though he needed her abuse to give him the impetus to prove himself. She went on and on, calling him a pathetic cocksucker and a prickless faggot.
"My man here is a real stud," she said, nodding again toward the dumbfounded Marc. "You're such an absolute nothing you couldn't get a two-bit whore to fuck you for a million bucks!" Marc watched as Ralph turned redder and redder. Finally, he looked as if he were going to explode.
"Shut up!" he screamed at her, no longer the meek and mild-mannered man Marc had been observing until that point. "Shut up, you bitch!" he screamed, pushing her back violently and throwing himself on top of her. He plunged his now giant organ deep into the girl's apparently well lubricated cunt as the two wiggled and bit and squirmed in each others' passionate embrace. Marc wondered how many times they had played out their fantasy before. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand resting uneasily in his lap, as the rhythm of their fucking rapidly approached its inevitable climax.
"Oh God!" Ralph was screaming over and over now as he rocked back and forth on the fleshy fulcrum which kept him balanced on Sarah's quaking body.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
Marc watched Ralph's midsection jerk up and down as he pumped his hot semen into his mate's hairy cunt. Marc could almost feel the squeeze of her powerful vaginal muscles as he squirmed in his chair, his own organ now in a state of considerable arousal.
Gradually, the tension between the lovers subsided. Ralph rolled slowly off of Sarah, and in a few moments was lying completely still. His slow regular breathing made it pretty clear that the poor little bastard was asleep. Sarah sat up and looked at Marc curiously.
"Did you ever see anything like that?" she asked with sincere bewilderment. "Did you ever in your whole fuckin' life see anything like that?"
She leaned over and kissed the sleeping Ralph lovingly on the forehead.
"I know it looks pretty sad to you," she said to Marc with apparent sincerity, "but that's the only way he can do it."
Marc felt himself in awe of this woman. He couldn't seem to decide if she was the most unbelievable bitch he had ever met or one of the most truly compassionate women in the world.
"Would you come over here?" she asked in a sweet and painfully shy voice that seemed completely out of character with the role she had been playing all night. Marc glanced meaningfully at Ralph.
"Don't worry," she said. "He won't wake up. He never does."
Marc wondered how many other men had heard that line in the past. In any event, he figured that it was not his place to violate an established ritual. If humping the hostess was part of the ceremony, well, he'd just have to go along with the plan. Besides which, he was as horny as hell.
He rose and moved slowly to the bed. As soon as he sat down, Sarah kissed him tenderly on the mouth.
"You probably think I'm a pretty bad woman," she said, as if she could read Marc's mind. "I'm really not. I have to act that way for his sake."
She jerked her thumb toward Ralph and smiled warmly at his sleeping form.
"Thank you for coming here," she said softly, turning to Marc again. "Would you let me fuck you now?" she asked, her eyes wide like those of an innocent child.
Marc kissed her hard on the mouth in response. He began to pull away, but her mouth held on stubbornly as if it ached for that kiss. He felt her tongue sliding into his mouth, dabbing and exploring as if it had never been in another mouth before. She moaned softly as she licked at his tongue, running the tip of her own tongue delicately along its top and bottom surfaces. Sucking it into her own mouth, she gently closed her teeth on it and seemed to be caressing it with her inner cheeks. Marc was loving every moment of it, never before having realized what potential for arousal his own tongue had.
Meanwhile, as the couple continued to exchange tongues, Sarah's cool hands had found their way through Marc's various buttons and zippers and had deftly removed his clothes. Her hands were on his genitals now, squeezing and rubbing firmly but carefully. She grabbed the length of his shaft fully in her fist and began to pull at it, back and forth, back and forth, as Marc pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth. He felt the blood pounding in his temples as he prepared himself to come in her tight little fist.
Suddenly, she turned her body around and enfolded his cock in her warm wet mouth. As she sucked on it, she thrust her pungent smelling cunt toward Marc's face. For a moment, he hesitated to stick his tongue into the same hole in which Ralph had so recently spent himself, but he quickly decided that it would be silly and unfair of him to do otherwise. She gasped as he plunged it in deep, her own oral grasp of his organ tightening deliciously at the same time. Her cunt was almost sweet tasting, and Marc carefully and thoroughly licked it lip and down, in and out, without missing an inch of its smooth slippery walls. Meanwhile, the firm enclosure of her mouth on his cock was overwhelming Marc with warm delight. They lay there sucking and licking, cock and cunt hot and damp from tongue caresses.
Marc could not deny that he was enjoying being eaten out by the amazon and eating her out simultaneously, but at the same time he felt vaguely as if he were tired of getting blown. If her cunt tasted so good, he reasoned, how sweet would it be to plunge his erect shaft into the depths of her hairy honey-hole? He longed to plunge his cock to the hilt in warm cunt.
Once again, Sarah seemed to be able to read his mind. Just as he throbbed near the breaking point, she suddenly stopped her sucking and lay face down on the bed.
"Take me this way," she said, spreading her thighs to reveal the rosy target of her lust.
Marc was delighted at the opportunity to indulge in some good old-fashioned fucking. Positioning himself comfortably on her back, he easily slid his saliva-moistened prick between her legs. Almost as if by suction, her vagina swallowed him up and began an ecstatic series of clutches and releases. She began to bounce around, not only up and down but side to side as well, making sure that his prick came into contact with every surface of her sensitive vaginal walls. The pressure in Marc's cock was unbelievable.
"Oh good!" she purred passionately, "so so good!" Marc knew that he couldn't wait much longer before gobs of come would go shooting into her cunt, but he was eager to live up to the fantasy vision of him which she had created for Ralph's benefit earlier. He would let nothing happen until she was good and ready. He knew it would not be much longer.
After a moment, she was clutching at the sheet, her body drenched in sweat and her eyes filled with tears of ecstasy.
"Now!" she pleaded hoarsely. "Great God, come now!"
The pounding in his cock became unbearable. Marc shot his load into her as their two bodies slammed together over and over again with loud slapping noises. They rocked together with explosive delight for what seemed to be minutes before they lay there in still, sweaty silence. Marc kissed Sarah wetly on the ear and rolled off of her.
They hugged tightly, side to side, and then looked lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment. It was Sarah who broke the silence.
"Thank you, baby," she said, pressing him close to her bosom, her eyes still moist with the tears of a well satisfied woman. "You are one beautiful fucker."
Marc lay there in silent contemplation for a while beside the deeply breathing redhead, thinking about what a remarkable woman she was and about the difference between making love and getting a good lay.
When he was sure she was asleep, he eased quietly out of bed, got dressed, and, with one last look at the sleeping lovers, wended his way silently back home.