Noel Landers
Gabriel considered our relationship an engagement to be married. On those rare occasions when social introductions were necessary, she usually introduced me as her fiancй and was quite piqued when I didn't do likewise. It's not that I have anything serious against marriage, not even that I'm against marriage with her. She would make a terribly attractive mate. I'm really quite fond of her… and not only in bed, if that's what you're thinking, though she is marvelous in the old hay, marvelous! No, she's charming, intelligent, sensitive, well-read… a girl of many talents and great wit… and as I mentioned, a bloody, bang-up whizzo of a fuck! Wouldn't mind her for a wife at all, love to have her actually. We're really quite jolly together, you know. The problem is that I fear my true sexual nature would probably repel her. It would be absolutely impossible to explain to her anything at all, if you know what I mean. About my true sex life, is what I mean to say. If she knew, she would bloody well clatter out the front bloody door and into her airplane back to bleeding, fucking America and I'd never see her again! And I really am fond of her, very fond of her, as a matter of fact.
For a while, in the beginning, less than a year ago, I thought of telling her about it all, of convincing her that a completely bisexual approach to love… to sex that is… was the most rewarding thing a person could involve oneself in. Sex, sex, sex, any kind! I fantasized sharing everything with her, my male and my female lovers, but as time passed, I began to fear losing her. I just couldn't abide the idea of seeing her express disgust or what have you. You see, even though I love women, and understand them thoroughly, I'd never actually had an extended, intimate relationship with one. In fact, I've never had an extended, intimate relationship with anyone. Didn't need that sort of thing, you know. Got along on my own without excess baggage… that sort of rubbish. The awful thing that happened is that I think I fell in love with her! In my own way, I mean. The whole thing is really tied up in my fear of losing someone I adore. It's that simple, strange as it may sound. (I wouldn't dare mention any of this to my friends or to any members of The Circle.)
I met her at a party at Ronny's flat in Belgravia. Ronald Cook, my agent, had just returned that morning from New York towing two Yank stewardesses whom he'd picked up on the flight. They were both quite attractive, but one of them was damned attractive! Everyone there that night had their bloody sights on her, but old Ronny was really keeping her reigned in… all to himself, the fuck! Despite the fact that he regularly bleeds ten percent from me, he never seemed to get around to making the introduction. In the state I was in, I would have been quite content with just ten per cent of her. She caught me staring at her a few times and after a while we started playing a jolly little game. She would strike funny, campy little sex poses every time I caught her eye. It really was quite funny, you know. I don't think any one caught us at it, not that it would have bloody mattered, but there was a kind of shared intimacy going on between us which after a while began to generate the old juices. We continued, for over an hour, sending and receiving mating calls across the crowded room, until finally, with eyes on mine and hips swaying like one of those Yank drum majorettes, she came to me, took the glass from my hand. Seating herself on the arm of my chair, she reached down and kissed me. The kiss lasted forever and consisted of a generous amount of tongue suckings and lip nibblings. When we both emerged for a breath of air, there was Ronny, my bloody agent, standing there a foot from us, glowering as if I'd stolen some of his great-aunt's favorite whatnots. The young lady, with a charming lilt to her voice, turned to him and asked, "Ronny, baby, is there a bedroom in this house?"
I don't think he got the point, or he stupidly got the wrong point, for as she reached out and held his hand, he smiled triumphantly and said, "Never thought you'd ask. Come along, I'll have you there in a jiffy."
She turned back to me, withdrawing her hand from Ronny's clutch. "Shall we?" she asked.
I picked her up in my arms, becoming in the process the object of roughly thirty pairs of eyes (half of them glazed over), and said to Ronny, "Beddy-bye time, old socks. Like to leave a call for about seven. Big day tomorrow."
It was a small mews house and I had a devil of a time carrying her up the staircase. Each time I attempted to put her down, she insisted on being carried and about halfway up she began sucking on my ear, which is probably the only part of my body I can't stand having sucked.
Finally we were on the bed in the rear bedroom. We had our clothes off in a flash and less than two flashes later I had my head buried in her delightfully aromatic crotch. I've never smelled anything like it, an uncanny mating of perfume and natural quim odor… really set me off! I drew her entire left labia into my mouth and sucked on it like a lolly. Somehow while I was doing this, she got me turned around so that she too could suck. Her tongue was a joy, working its way around under the head of my prick, so I reciprocated by fucking my tongue as far as it would go into her juicy, sweet smelling twat box and proceeded to massage her clitoris with my lower lip. She rolled us' over so that she was on top and then took every inch of me into her mouth.
Beyond a doubt, she is the best, most talented cocksucker I have ever experienced, woman, man, child or beast! Everything seems to work at the same time, tongue, lips, teeth, throat muscles. I've always prided myself on sucking ability, but I feel now, I must bow to her superior talents. She had me gushing good English cream within two minutes! It seemed to trigger her also, for as I ejaculated deep in her throat I felt the rumblings and heard the moans of her orgasm. It was quite exciting, I must say.
I traded a Rothman's for one of her Marlboro's. Ifs an old custom, practiced between Americans and Britons ever since their stupid little revolution. Americans love to think their cigarettes are superior to any one else's. Britons foster this view because they are kind, considerate and polite. We actually do it as a kind of ritual, like natives from different provinces exchanging wampum or ju-ju beads. Cousins from across the sea and all that.
We lay there, the smoke from our two fags mixed symbolically. "Gabriel is the name," she said. "Gabriel Du Champe."
"Sounds French. What are you doing as a Yank?"
"I've only been one for four years, officially. But I've been speaking American for many years. I speak good, no?"
"Yes, and you suck jolly good too."
"Thank you, Mister…?"
"Landers, Noel Landers."
"The writer?" she asked.
"In person, live from London, England."
"You suck good, too… for a writer. Put out your tongue." I complied. "Further, all the way," she insisted. I squeezed out another half inch. "My God! No wonder!"
"No wonder what?"
"No wonder that a few moments ago I could have sworn I was being fucked! You've got the longest tongue in the British Islands. Can you touch your nose with it."
"I can do better than that, madam." I demonstrated and she was appropriately impressed. "Ifs actually the longest tongue in all of Europe. I won the title at Baden-Baden last year. I'm currently in training for a match against the world champion, Serge Duptchefski. We'll be competing in Iceland next fall. I can let you have one pair of tickets. Good seats, you can bring your mother."
"And meanwhile you can train on my farm anytime, free of charge."
"Thank you, dear Gabriel."
"And now, I want you to fuck me. In fact I wanted you to fuck me the first time I set eyes on you, which was less than two hours ago according to Big Ben."
"That's an amazing coincidence, my dear… amazing! I had the exact same desire at that precise time myself. I mean, I looked at you and said to myself,*I want to fuck that bird* It must have been three minutes after Ben struck the hour!"
"Uncanny. It checks out perfectly! Do you believe in extra-sensory perception?"
"Yes! How about fat-free yogart?"
"And sex after death?" she asked, sitting up.
"Certainly! Do you think the big bands will come back?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"Neither do I! How do you feel about Syndicalism?"
"It'll never work, people being what they are."
"Agreed! And now, the final test: What keeps you going? I mean, what single thing do you think holds the greatest promise for mankind… a single item of faith, the one thing that can provide us all with a secure and peaceful future?"
"Snag-free panty hose!"
"It's glorious! We are soul mates! We blesh, we mesh! Quick, fuck me!"
She clambered on top of me, seated herself on my hips, grasped my urgent prick in her hand and frigged it slowly. Then, raising her ass off my thighs and sitting straight as a ram rod, she lined me up with her soaking cunt and very, very slowly lowered her body… impaled herself on my stiff tool. We both watched it enter her body. When she was fully seated on me again, she began a slow ass-rolling motion, her hips making a small arcs around my midsection. We looked deeply into each other, as I reached up with both hands and fondled her firm plump tits. I began to move under her in counter rotation but she indicated for me to lie still and then as her movements came to a stop I felt her internal cunt muscles go to work on my throbbing cock. She was milking me!
"Do you like that?" she whispered.
"Yes, I like that. Christ, I like that!"
"I learned it from a pale houri in the bazaar in Samarkand."
"Next time I'm in Samarkand I'll give her a tinkle."
"You're a pleasure to fuck, you have a very nice cock."
"I got it from a randy bandit in the hills over Port Tuphic."
"Can you reach my tit with your tongue from down there?"
"Of course not, it's three feet from my oral orifice. Even Duptchefski couldn't do it. Maybe Steinberg in his prime, but even that's doubtful; you'll have to move a foot closer." I tweaked both nipples and then, taking them between thumbs and forefingers, pinched them lightly. Gabriel sighed and the internal squeezings got stronger. "You're wonderful, Gabriel," I said. "You're unbelievably beautiful, Gabriel. What you're doing with your cunt to my prick is indescribable, even by me, the greatest writer in the world, bar none. Fuck, darling. Fuck."
She raised her ass and the strong internal twitchings ceased as she proceeded to ride me. She kept her back erect, assuming a magnificent seat as once again we both glanced down to watch my cock withdraw to almost its full length, only to be swallowed again into her elegant quim. I reached down and inserted my fingers, felt my cock head as it plunged in and out. Then, withdrawing the sopping digits, I reached upwards and smeared the tangy oil onto her lips. Her tongue darted out lapping the remainder from my fingers and then I was fucking her mouth with them, keeping cadence with the increasing tempo of our fuck machinery. "You love to fuck, don't you?" I asked.
"Yessss, I love to fuck!"
"Fuck me!"
"Yessss fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" She rode me at a gallop, the one word repeated over and over again on each downward plunge of her enraptured body! "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!" Her ass, heaving, plunging… The pace faster, frantic, her head thrown back, mouth open! She was a rider in the wind… "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck… " A powerful jachammer! A pounding, beating mass of gorgeous, gyrating female flesh! "FUCK-FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! OH sooo-ooonn! Sooooon! Oh Noel! Darling!"
"Cum! Cum, sweet baby… cum, Gabriel. Give it to me! Fuck my ass off!"
I felt it start to happen. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense up and then soften. She was trembling, moaning, squealing! Her India rubber butt was bouncing off my prone body and bounding into the stratosphere causing my steel prong to piston almost all the way out and then all the way in till our pubes met with a resounding smack.
Finally she came to rest, my cock inserted to the hilt in her squishy quim. "Where am I? Who are you?"
"You are in the honored tent of Sheik Rashid Ben Hamidi and I am his Chief Eunuch, Gamal. You were brought here on camel-back from Al Qafar. The Sheik numbers you among the one-hundred most beautiful women in all of Arabia. Don't you remember? The beauty contest? You made the semi-finals, although personally I thought your arse somewhat skinny."
"Then where is the Sheik?" She asked, as she lowered the still connected upper portion of her dewey body, squashing her breasts against my chest.
"The Sheik rides against the infidel! The tribes all through the Jabal Shamar are in a state of unrest. He shall return, oh flawless one. You are well favored, the Sheik is the greatest fuck in all of An Nafud. They call him the Desert Stallion, he of the iron Zabrik! Be patient"
"I don't believe you, you're lying, lying, lying! Lies, all lies!"
"Do not provoke poor Gamal. I am only a poor eunuch. Remember, the Koran says, 'She who involves herself with the denial of the flame of passion will most surely singe the silken tresses of her cush.' One must bow to such wisdom."
"I knew you were lying… my cush has no silken tresses! I demand to see the British Consul!"
"Ha ha! You arrogant British are all alike. Give me an American any day."
"Now I've caught you out in your stupid lies! How can you be a eunuch with your penis all hardened and elongated and stuffed up into my pussy? No self-respecting eunuch could do that! I know where I am! I'm in a brothel in Marseille. The white slave circuit! I've been spirited away from my traveling companions, the eight grade school teachers from Cleveland. You drugged me and dragged me here. Next the brothels of Ankara await me, from there to the Zeedyke, next the whore alleys of Hamburg! You've doomed me to a life of… Hey, you crazy Limey, what the hell are you trying to do?" I was twisting us around in attempt to assume another fuck position without withdrawing my cock which was still hard, still firmly implanted. It was terribly awkward.
"You ever do this kind of thing before?" she asked, as I attempted to wrap one of her legs around my neck while rolling us over onto our sides.
"Took a course in the Army once." Never been really good at it, though."
"You're going to break all our bones!" She said, as I succeeded in getting above her without disturbing our connection. However, there seemed to be a problem with my left foot. It was in her face.
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself," I stated, solving the foot problem. But now there was an errant knee in the general vicinity of my coccyx. "Ahh, here's the little devil causing the jam up." I said, pulling her wrist back.
"Owwwwch! You can't turn a person's wrist in that direction! You're mad! A looney fucknut personage! Help!"
"Shhhh, quiet… you'll wake the Master… ah there, that's better, won't be long now!"
We lay there, a two-headed pretzel. "I count five legs," she stated.
"Count again."
"It's still five."
"Let me count… "
"How many did you get?"
"Same as you, five."
"Noel, you've got another woman hidden in this bed!"
"Let's count again… "
"If she doesn't leave, and leave immediately, I will!" At this point she began to giggle. I finally got us sorted out. I was above her, she was on her back with her beautiful legs raised, wrapped around my neck. As I entered her, sliding into her well-oiled quim, she ceased giggling and released a long, drawn out sigh.
"Ohhh, that initial feeling of a hard prick sliding in me… it's heaven." She wet her lips, sliding her tongue along the plump surface. "Sometimes I think it's the best part of the whole thing." Then she opened her eyes, looked at me and started giggling again. "I can't help it Noel, really I can't!"
"It's certainly not what one would call encouraging," I said, feeling my cock going limp inside her.
"Ohhh Noel, don't go soft… please, I'm sorry darling, really. I want you to fuck me, I do, desperately. It's just that everything is so damned funny!" More giggles, she bit her lip in a valiant effort to stop. And then it started with me; first a tiny snicker fought its way past my clenched lips. Then a titter which I fought against. No use, I lost, the titter won and quickly seizing its advantage changed itself into a chuckle. I gave up all hope of control as a deafening guffaw broke through and then the dam had burst! We both lay there, my now limp prick laughed out of Gabriel's flowing, naked quim. We were laughing our bloody heads off, for no reason I could define. Hysteria!
In a minute or two, we were both gasping for breath. "We must get serious, Noel," she groaned through the laugh tears.
"Yes, for God's sake, we have important work!"
"OK… no more. No more. Look, I've stopped laughing, right?"
"Right!" I said, holding back an errant guffaw.
"Right. We're both fine now. No more. See how easy it is if you use discipline and self-control?" She looked at me. I looked at her and suddenly the whole damnable giggle thing started all over again!
Later, when we had quieted down, I replaced her legs on my shoulders, and very gently and quietly, for we were drained from laughing, Gabriel began to frig my semi-hard prick. I leaned forward slightly, letting my ballocks come to rest on the luscious open mouth of her cunt and lovingly toyed with her turgid tits.
"It's lovely like this," she whispered.
"Yes, and I feel I've known you for a thousand nights."
"I could fall in love with you, Noel."
"I think I'm already in love with you."
"Really?"
"Really. What I mean to say is that if one must fall in love, there is absolutely no reason I can think of why it shouldn't be with you."
"You're starting again, Noel."
"Sorry."
"Oh, it's getting hard. Your cock is getting hard in my hand. That's such a terrific feeling…"
"Yes, I know."
"Know what?"
"That it's a terrific feeling."
"How would you know that, you're a fella."
"Wellll, I play with myself, frig myself like anyone else." For just a moment I thought she had caught me out.
"You have such a strong, beautiful cock."
"Flatterer!"
"No, really, you do. I'm an expert."
"Then thank you for the compliment. What's so beautiful about it?"
She glanced down. "It's fat. Having a fat cock is important, more so than having a long cock."
"I have a long tongue."
"Shut up and listen! Cocks differ more in thickness than they do in length. Yours is almost as thick as they come."
"Almost?"
"Yes, there's this man in the city of Archangel. At the age of one hundred and eight, his fully erect penis measured eleven inches in circumference."
"You're starting again," I said, pinching her nipple.
"Hmmm, that's nice. Are your nipples sensitive?"
"Yes."
She reached up with her free hand and ran a finger over my left nipple. I reacted quickly as my nipples are exceedingly sensitive. It's only in recent years that I realized this. I went through a good portion of my sex life thinking they were ticklish.
"Look! They pop out just like mine." I squirmed in exquisite agony as she released my erect prick and now with two hands proceeded to pinch both my equally erect nipples, "I love a man to have sensitive nipples; they provide two more toys to play with. Ohhh, it really looks like you enjoy that!" She sucked in her breath sharply in an automatic response to my fervid reaction, "Ohhh, look at you!"
The entire top part of my body was heaving! Two sharp pleasure electrodes were transmitting erotic shock waves into the tiny buds of erectile tissue. "Do it harder… squeeze harder!" I cried out, reaching with both hands for her breasts. Her eyes were wide, staring into mine. Her breath was coming faster, her chest heaving. We pinched each other's nipples, harder and harder! It was like a contest, a game. The pleasure turned into pleasure-pain! And then she came!
It was a small orgasm, not nearly so massive as her last one. With her body trembling, her eyes locked onto mine, she whispered, "I'm cuming now Noel." She shuddered and gave me her fingers to suck.
A moment later I began frigging my stiff cock against the miniature, swelling flesh of her clit, watching as she caressed her own body. Her hands wandered.under her breasts as if weighing them, then strolled to her flat belly, pushing the flesh downward toward her crotch as if to stuff more of it under the head of my bulbous, frigging cock-head.
"Put it in, Noel," she whispered, tightening her legs around the back of my neck.
I inserted the head, feeling the helmet pass between her soft cunt lips. "There, darling. Take It."
"Slowly, Noel, I want to feel it all." Her cunt muscles were pulsing, grabbing my cock with their gentle fluctuations. It was all softness, her sucking quim drawing me into her. "Ahhh, if only we could trade places, if only you could feel what I feel. Delicious, I can almost taste you… slow,… slow. Ahhh, now you're all the way. Do you like it, Noel?"
"I love it. Your cunt was designed for my cock."
"It was, it was."
"It's excruciating, Gabriel. I'm going to fuck you slowly, lovingly." I stroked back till my cock-head almost emerged from her quivering wetness. Then, slowly back into the sheath. Her position, lying on her back with both legs raised and resting on my shoulders gave me superb access from the rear. It allowed for total penetration. The target was well defined, standing out from between her thighs, an open, pink mound;.luscious, succulent, the mound of a goddess… of Venus, surrounded on all sides by the soft damp flesh of buttocks and thighs. From where I knelt behind her she was all cunt. I pumped into her unrelentingly as her captive ass made small circles.
"Are you going to cum in me, Noel?"
"Yessss."
"Where is it now?"
"It's in my balls now, but soon it will be in my cock, filling my cock so I can squirt in you."
"I feel like I'm one huge cunt. My whole body is a cunt. Fuck my cunt, Noel."
I shifted slightly, raising my position so that the upper surface of my tool would rub her clitoris. I was practically fucking dawn into her now and her legs were bent at a harder angle, squeezing her tits. "I'm deep, deep in you Gabriel. Do you feel how deep Fm in you?"
"Your cock is deep, it's all the way… ohhh! My cunt! I'm all cunt. Call me a cunt, Noel… "
"You're a cunt. Your whole fucking body is one huge, spewing, gaping cunt." I dropped down again, my cock now entering her from a lower angle.
"I feel your balls bouncing against my ass. Ohhh Noel, spread my cheeks so they bounce on my asshole. I want to feel you there."
It was difficult but I managed. I grasped both ass cheeks and spread them as wide as I could. "There," I said, "Can you feel it now?"
"Yes! Your balls, your balls, your balls! I feel them hitting my asshole! I've never been fucked in the ass… someday I want to be fucked in the ass.
I started to withdraw my cock in order to transfer it to her waiting bunghole. She was aware of my intention immediately and stopped me.
"Not now, not today, Noel. Today Fm all cunt… cunt… cunt." She trembled. I was becoming aware of her orgasm cues and knew she was close. "Where is it now, Noel?" she asked… "Where darling?"
"It's in my cock now, baby. It's building, I can feel the pressure building."
"I'm going to cum with you."
"Cum with me."
"Now?"
"Yes!"
Her trembling increased in tempo. My cock, unhurried, had not changed its beat since the beginning. I pulled savagely on her ass cheeks as I felt my first spasms. I held the pressure back as long as possible, forcing it to build. "Soon… soon baby," I moaned.
"I'm cuming now," she whispered.
"Where?"
"Everywhere… ohhhhh Noel, darling! Everywhere, my cunt, my fingers, my nipples, my neck, my mouth! Everything is cuming. Everything is cunt. Cum now Noel… cum with me darling… "
"Yes… here… now… " My balls tightened, my cock convulsed as I spasmed a load of spunk deep within her. Then another and another…
"Ohhh baby, I can feelllll it… ahhh yes, shoot more in me!" Our bodies throbbed in ecstatic cadence. "I want all of it," she cried. I gave it to her.