Paula awoke with a jerk. Jesus, now what? It was dark and she had no idea what time of night it was. She tried to figure out what had awakened her and then her thrashing legs encountered another pair of legs in her bed. She was reaching for the light when she heard Smart-ass's sleepy voice. "Relax," he said, "It's only me, your counsel and protector."
"What're you doing here?" Paula hissed.
"Sleeping here until you either get a decent lock on that garage door or else come to your senses and move out of this cruddy neighborhood."
"Oh?" Paula asked in a fishy tone. "Then what's that thing you've got poking me in the back?"
"Ah, so you've noticed."
Paula really hadn't. It was just the first thing that had sprung into her mind when she realized that after twelve years of fending him off, Smart-ass had finally wrangled his way into her liberated bedstead.
Abruptly, she was also aware of several other things, that Smart-ass had been remarkably persistent in his pursuit, and that now she had probably just blown her last chance. After the way he had seen her sandwiched between two cocks, after the way he had cleaned her up like some victim of a natural catastrophe…
They lay side by side, silent in the darkness, in the same bed. "There are good points in everything," Smart-ass finally said. "Even rape."
Paula quietly died. Not only had he seen her at her worst-he knew it all-knew she had been loving every minute of it.
"It jolted you out of a rut," Smart-ass was continuing, "Dragged you, kicking and screaming, right back into the human race." He put a hand out in the darkness and tried to pat her shoulder as he said, "Welcome back." But in the darkness the hand destined for her shoulder fell square atop one splendid tit. Damn! He had undressed her but he hadn't put on a nightie or pajamas or anything on her. They were both naked, she realized. His hand lingered a moment on her tit and then fell away. "Sorry," he murmured.
"For what?" she asked bitterly. "You saved my life and my career-even if you didn't quite manage to save my ass."
"That's what I'm sorry about," he said. "I was coming around to make you an offer myself."
"Make me an offer I can't refuse," she said tonelessly.
"My home, my business partnership, my name, and my cock," he said succinctly.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it."
Paula wondered what their lives might have been like if only she'd met Smart-ass first instead of nice old Mr. Costello who had gone and ruined her maiden flight for her and, possibly, even for himself. Now… she couldn't accept Smart-ass's offer no matter how sincere. She was too far down. After years of fencing while he climbed and she stagnated in her dead-end job, now he wasn't offering himself. He was offering charity.
"Between the offers for personal appearances on every talk show for the next few years and the whopping out-of-court settlement Hizzonner's brother-in-law's going to offer you to keep certain things out of the news, you're going to have a sudden rise in disposable income," Smart-ass was continuing. "Now, if you'd like to bury it in a safe hole, that's fine. But if you'd like to help a rising young legal aid group service get off the ground, perhaps I could offer you something else to bury in a safe little hole." Imperceptibly, his hand had crept between her legs until now he was cupping her tender mons veneris and vulva, still recovering from her first fucking in twelve years. To her surprise and horror Paula discovered she was starting once more to turn on, her whole body tingling at the thought of Smart-ass touching her there after all these years of fencing, of talking about it but never actually doing anything.
"I know you've had a rough day of it and I don't want to rush your decision," Smart-ass continued. "But I thought you might sleep better knowing it's there, ready whenever you are."
"You son-of-a-bitch," Paula said affectionately, "How long has it been since your last indoor track meet?"
"Month or two I guess," Smartass said apologetically. "Usually I try to do it oftener but lately I've been so damned busy… "
"I think," she began thoughtfully, "I think I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. But remember," she added, "No strings."
"So stipulated."
Before Smart-ass had time to realize exactly what he had agreed to Paula scooted down in the bed and found his cock. She grasped it with both hands, holding it upright like a kid choosing for first bats in some sand-lot ball game. While he was still gasping with delighted surprise she began blowing her warm wet breath over the tip of his tool. "How's that for woman's liberation?" she murmured, and placed her lips carefully over the tip of his straining prepuce. Light as a frightened butterfly, she began kissing her way around the tip of his tool.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Smart-ass opined.
"So stipulated," Paula murmured and opened her mouth wide. She moved down over the swollen, straining head of his hammer, closed her lips behind the tremendous flare of his glans penis, and then, with the precision of a physicist, closed her teeth just enough to grasp his stretched foreskin and pull it down as her head went deeper into the heart of the matter.
"Ooooooooohhhhh wow!" Smart-ass groaned. "I think you've discovered a new point of law."
Paula smiled to herself in the darkness, knowing she had just discovered something far more important. It had been "a month or two" since Smart-ass's last foray into sex. He was a strong and healthy man, not more than a year older than Paula. Most men would have exploded like erotic fountains under the stimulus of what she had just done, firing their precious seed as if there were no tomorrow, as if by tomorrow her poor riddled cunt wouldn't be rested and healed and ready to sample a cock that felt-my god, she suddenly realized she had both fists over the length of his baseball bat and still the tip was sticking out of her twin fists. It was at least as big as Harry Biggs's and its owner was a great deal more considerate.
It was unbelievable. How could she have had such incredible luck all in one day? After twelve years of mourning the mess Mr. Costello had made of her life… abruptly she remembered Smartass's remark: dragged kicking and screaming back into the human race. So this was what human beings did to each other, did for each other every night. It might be old-fashioned, she decided, but it worked a damn sight better than tranquilizers and sleeping pills.
While she reflected on these happy conclusions Smart-ass had been moving gently about in the bed and suddenly she knew that, ready or not, she was about to receive his gentle offering.
Smartass was not violent-not a rapist like the first two men in her ass today. He moved her about with such loving care that she was reminded momentarily of that lovely few moments before nice old Mr. Costello's heart had blown out on him.
It felt so gooooood-even tired and fuck-riddled as she was after all afternoon sandwiched between two madmen, it felt so good to have a nice gentle man give her a nice gentle turn-on. He wasn't stretching or straining or pushing her this way and that. Instead, his hands were caressing her ass as gently as if she were still a virgin, as if her were afraid of frightening her away. More practically, she realized, he just didn't want to hurt her after all the violence she had undergone that day.
But a half-dozen multiple rapes did nothing to still the delicious feel of Smart-ass gently kissing the gentle roundness of her belly, digging his tongue into her navel, doing all sorts of gentle and delicate things that felt so good she wanted to giggle and kiss him and hold him and-instead, she pursed her lips and began moving them slowly and precisely up and down the bared head of his swollen, month-rested rod.
"I'll give you a half an hour to cut that out," he murmured and went back to his gentle bussing of her belly. His arms were wrapped round her ass-not squeezing the life out of her but just hanging on hard enough to let her know he was there, that he was strong, that when she was ready tomorrow or next week or whenever, this gentle giant of a man was going to teach her what real fucking was like-fucking that involved enjoying one another, giving pleasure without exploitation, without eternally striving for one upsmanship. Why hadn't she been able to see through this lovely man years ago instead of always fighting him off with a wisecrack? Had it taken rape to learn that she was a woman, that she J needed a man, that she needed a man with a brain sharp enough to hold his own with her?
Smart-ass was licking her ass in ways wondrous to experience. He could have been doing that for the last twelve years, she told herself, and the realization of all that wasted time brought tears to Paula's eyes. Thanking the gods of love and law for the darkness, she dedicated herself to licking his lovely lance.
She ran her mouth up and down it, lips sliding smoothly over the bared head of his hammer. He was straining, gritting his teeth and tensing every muscle in an effort not to succumb to the assault of total eroticism she was unleashing. Must be as bad for him as twin cocks had been for her, she guessed. But Smart-ass was not giving up the battle.
It was incredible. A month or two and still he managed to preserve his hard-on! She took a deep breath and realized what she had let herself in for. If she had to, she'd fuck him but she really didn't want to. It wouldn't be fair to Smart-ass to give him a poor third after all she'd been through that day. She wanted to be rested up, flesh-toned and taut, her cunt as perfect and as ready as possible. After all, Smart-ass had waited twelve years. He was entitled to the best and she was going to see that he got it.
But what about right now? She couldn't just leave him high and dry like this. It wasn't his fault he had a hard-on. If she'd wanted to go back to sleep he would have let her. But she had had to go meddling, playing with the poor man's prick and now…
She took a deep breath and began moving her mouth up and down his cock a little faster, pausing only to run her tongue in loving, lascivious circles around the hot throbbing tip of his tremendous tool. It seemed to be growing with every lick and now she was sure it was larger than Harry Riggs's, larger even than the red-haired man's whose name she had never learned.
But she had learned the devastating effect of his tool. Jesus, was she ever going to have a ball with this cock once she was rested up and ready to engage once more in fun and games.
She was still licking and kissing, sucking away at the head of Smart-ass's cock and Smart-ass was huffing and puffing, straining with every muscle but he wasn't coming. God, what a man!
When she started out this had been strictly a labor of love-something she was going to do for Smart-ass and not for herself. But under the onslaught of his tongue in her navel, his lips kissing gentle, lascivious circles around her belly, Paula discovered that it was truly more blessed to give than to receive-if giving was capable of getting her this gentle and painless turn-on.
That was the lovely thing about it. It felt so gooood and yet she was not tearing herself to pieces as she had been between those two madmen with their raging go-for-broke cocks. Smart-ass would be here for the long haul. Hadn't he come through twice today already-rescuing her from that awful naked moment at the top of the escalator when everybody else had just stared-and now he had saved her ass, saved her life and her career this afternoon. And now he was licking her ass. Without her quite realizing how it had happened her thighs had opened, and there he was bussing the passion-swollen labia of her vulva, kissing loving circles around her, careful lest he touch some raw and tender place.
Suddenly Paula was coming. My god, she thought, coming again after all I've been through and he hasn't even put his tongue into my pussy yet-because he was probably afraid to hurt her. But Smart-ass with his gentle kissing had set off little pinwheels of erotic fire inside her belly. Each time the eruption of joy threatened to stop he kissed her in some odd place and once more it started. It was such a gentle, continuous come that it didn't hurt at all. It felt so gooooooood. And what on earth was she going to do for him?
She opened her mouth wide, forced her head farther down on his cock and began to swallow. Running full-length up and down, she love-laced him, driving his cock so deep down her throat that she could feel her chin grinding against the crisp ringlets of his pubic patch. Swallowing, licking, sucking, she did her god damndest to make him come. Then suddenly she was coming again under the onslaught of his educated tongue touching her tender asshole, tickling the swollen lips of her cunt, not even forcing them open to torment her tender clit. "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she shrieked and great ribbons of erotic fire coursed up her spine to ricochet about her empty skull and melt her brains. Her brains ran down her spine to flow around her cunt. And still his hard-on was unsullied.
She was gasping for breath, still in the throes of orgasm when he pulled it out. Grateful, she caught her breath and lay back.
"Feel up to fucking?" he asked her cheerfully.