I crawled onto the bed and attempted to straddle her, but she was having none of this of her own free, will. She struck me several times with her fists until I was obliged to hold both her hands in one of mine while at the same time sitting on her legs temporarily in order to prevent her from kicking me in a vital spot. As I sat on her legs I had accidentally pushed her nightdress high on her thighs before settling down on her thighs with my full weight.
Her pussy was exposed and only inches away from my long, hard whang. Nora Doans repeatedly glanced at my stiff, quivering prick as I sat on her and each time she did so she moistened her lips and glanced away quickly as if fearful that I would catch her enjoying the sight of my nude joy-stick, which of course I did.
"Why don't you just look at it, Miss Doans?" I said at length, having gotten rather tired of her actions. "Take my cock in your hand and jack it a bit.
It'll do you good. Go ahead. Place your fingers around it. Jack it. What do I mean by 'jack?' I mean run your fingers up and down on it. This causes a sensation in a man, makes him feel like going off. Don't worry. I won't go off all over your hand, but even if I did it wouldn't harm you. Women are built to receive the offerings from the prick of a man. Surely even you realize that, Nora Doans."
"Is that all you ever think about-sex and filth and slime?" she demanded, her dark eyes snapping. "What kind of a man are you?"
I laughed. "Just a man, Miss Doans. Just an average guy. Too bad you aren't a woman. We might have fun together."
"I can be a woman without being filthy as you are."
"Nothing filthy about it. It's just that serene twisted son of a bitch has told you it's filthy." I stared at her hard. "In your heart you know there's nothing filthy about my talk or actions. You're a very pretty female. I'm a male. I want to have fun with you. Nature intended us to hive fun which is why she made sex so much fun."
"I see no fun in listening to your filthy talk and having you sit on me in the … nude, or almost so."
"Suck me off, baby," I said, letting her have the words roughly. "Instead of blathering your head off with a lot of nothing-talk, take my whang between your lips and enjoy yourself."
She closed her eyes tightly and moaned.
I glanced down at her pussy and saw that it was wet. This excited me no end and so, while still holding her two hands in one of mine, I grasped my whang and pointed the head of it at her moist opening. I pushed down as best I could and felt the head of my prick slip into her.
"Stop that," she cried out, attempting to wriggle free but not being able to.
"Take that dirty thing out of me this instant."
"Sorry, baby, in she goes," I told her and lying down flat on top of her quickly, I succeeded in spreading her legs a little, enough for me to thrust my rod all the way into her now very wet cunt. "You hypocrite," I said. "Your cunt is as wet as any I've ever seen and that means you're hot and ready to fuck.
Still, you lay there and talk like a fool. You know something, baby? You're a damned lovely woman outside but a confounded ass inside."
She bit her lips and turned her head sideways so she wouldn't have to look straight into my eyes. I thrust harder and felt my whang go deeper into her wet cunt and then I began to pump her warily, always careful that this nutty female might at any moment attempt to knee me in the groin or hurt me in some other such manner. She wasn't to be trusted, for it was evident that she thought it an estimable thing to do – to attempt to fight me off.
It was, of course, nothing but sheer nonsense.
"Please," she moaned. "Please take… that dirty thing… out of me… I might even have your baby later on."
"Don't worry," I said sharply. "You'll never have a baby. It requires a woman to have a baby."
"I'm a woman," she snapped. "I'm just as much of a woman as you've ever known."
"Then act like one. You have a hard cock buried in you and all you can say is 'take that dirty thing out of me.' You fool, no man will ever take it out just because the woman asks him to. Men want to have their cocks in women."
"Then," she cried out savagely, "if you're going to despoil me, do it. Rape me, ruin me. I no longer care." She began to cry like a child, the tears running down her cheeks in torrents.
I slapped her face lightly but hard enough so she would know I meant it. "Stop acting like a child," I told her. "You're a grown woman. You have to take your chances with men. No more crying and weeping and gnashing of teeth. I have my cock in you and in you it shall remain." I almost chuckled at the way I said the words-they sound so god awful cornball, but apparently, like most people, she picked up on something that was out-and-out corn better than she did anything good. She stopped crying. "That's better," I told her, my lips close to her ear. "I like you much better when you don't cry."
"You frighten the life out of a girl," she returned. "Heaven knows you frightened me enough the first time you were here, but this time it's even worse."
"I'm sorry," I said, and was. "Don't mean to frighten you, just want to… fuck you. Now don't get all uptight about the four-letter word. It's a perfectly good word. People are using, it all the time and no one else complains. That is, they use it where it doesn't fit. Take me. I use it where it belongs."
Her eyes had become strange again. "Really. And where is that, may I ask?"
I lifted myself so that my chest wasn't now crushing down against her breasts.
"You must be kidding," I said. "I've got my cock buried in your cunt, I'm fucking you and you ask where the word 'fuck' is being used, if that makes a sentence. Christ! I'm beginning to think I'm shafting a madwoman. Are you a madwoman? Are you crazy, Miss Doans?"
"I must be not to holler and scream when a man like you forces his… his… attention on me."
I laughed tensely. "I'm not forcing my attention on you, Miss Doans. I'm forcing my prick up you. There's a considerable difference. Ask any girl who's been fucked. She'll tell you."
"Must you use that foul word, Mr. Horton? Must you?"
I didn't answer her question. The hell with her question. "Have you ever been interested in girls, Miss Doans?" I asked, rather insultingly, but I really wanted to know if I was wasting my time on her.' "W-what?" Her mouth came open.
It looked so good, so clean and pink inside that I darted my tongue into it quickly. She cried out and I moved back quickly. "What's the matter, Miss Doans? Haven't you ever been tongue-fucked before I came along?"
"You, sir, are a dirty, filthy, rotten beast and I detest you and all people of your ilk."
"That's quite a fine sounding little speech. Now, if you could just dislodge my cock from your twat, you'd have a-a perfect triumph… wouldn't you?"
"If you're going to… discharge that dirty… thing in… me, then by all means get on with it."
"Oh, I am, Miss Doans. I'm going to discharge it in you all evening long… till I get tired. How do you like the sound of that, my dear?"
She began to cry again and again I slapped her face. "Stop that," she raged.
"How dare you hit me whenever you feel like it?"
"The reason I dare, Miss Doans, is that I'm bigger than you. That's reason enough. That is, it is when the other person is acting like a crybaby."
"What you say doesn't make sense."
"Then," I returned somewhat sarcastically, "get busy and make some sense out of it."
"Please take your… thing out of me… I beg of you."
"No. I've got it where it belongs… inside a wet cunt. Why should I take it out when it belongs there."
"Your… thing… doesn't belong up… my… mine," she cried angrily.
"It does if I say it does. Remember, I'm bigger and stronger than you."
"Then the whole world should be run on force – is that what you think?"
"When necessary. It always has been, baby." She tried to beat her fists against my chest, but I quickly grasped them and held them. "Oh… I hate you… you dirty beast."
"All right, Miss Doans," I replied evenly, "but while you're using up energy hating me, use a bit more and writhe your hips about."
Much to my surprise, a smile crossed her lips briefly. "Very well, if that's what it requires to rid myself of your unwelcome presence, I shall do it."
I knew that sooner or later she would figure out an excuse whereby she could enjoy having my cock buried up her slit without feeling guilty about it afterwards and now she had accomplished it. I grinned as I rested the weight of my body on my left elbow and began to pump the stiffened penis in and out of her wet, anxious cunt. Anxious is the word for it, for it was anxious. I would have sworn to it. The deeper I plunged my prick into her, the more she made a face, but every now and then a moan escaped her lips, which meant that she was enjoying the action of my cock inside her after all. I used all the tricks I could think of to make it feel, great for her and after a time she was perspiring profusely and all her previous phoniness bad disappeared, or nearly so. Her hips were writhing about now, her loins were rushing up to meet mine, she was breathing heavily, she kept closing and opening her eyes, moaning and groaning as she did so, and every now and then she would grasp my ass and squeeze my flesh and mutter something I couldn't understand.
Finally, of course, and after many long minutes of escalation, I hit my peak even as she did hers, apparently. I increased my speed frantically and blew off in her cunt, I daresay nearly filling the inner recess of her body. As a matter of fact, I must have more than filled her, come to think of it, for it was only a minute or so later that I could feel come running from her box down onto my balls. This made me very hot again, of course, so I began to pump her box hard once more and much to my surprise and pleasure felt myself going off in her for the second time.
"Oh…" she moaned, writhing her hips about like a wanton. "Oh… dear… oh dear… me… what shall… I do… oh… dear… "
I kept on pumping her until she got hers off again, too, and when she did so, she sighed and astonished me by kissing my lips hard. I was so tired by now that I could barely return the kiss, but I did so and when I did, she snaked her tongue into my mouth, but when I didn't return this caress she began to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth much in the fashion of a male using his penis at a rapid clip.
She stopped and pulled back, and then buried her face on my chest. "Oh, I don't know what happens to me when you do it to me, but I seem to change into another person," she cried passionately. "You wanted me to… suck yours… so I warn you… be prepared… I'm about ready to do so…oh, you make me feel so much like a… a… wanton."
Hearing her remark about sucking me regenerated me in a hurry. For some strange reason I wanted this woman to suck me off more than anything – I thought it was because she was so damned reticent about having anything at all to do with sex.
My cock became bard again and she, accidentally, I thought, brushed her hand against it and let out a squeal much like that of a tiny pig at butchering time. The next thing I knew she had taken my cock in her hand and was caressing it, running her fingers up and down on it. Her breathing became labored, her cheeks very red, her nightdress got into a state of disarray – it was twisted about her body several times but didn't cover her buttocks at all – and then, much to my pleasure as well as astonishment, I saw her head dart down to my crotch region.
What happened then was almost unbelievable. The passion of this woman, now unleashed, was something not only to behold but, in my case, to share at one's own risk. She took my cock into her mouth and you would have thought she had been sucking cocks for years the way she performed. She would nibble at the head of, it briefly, running her tongue over it lovingly, and then she would go down on me, all the way, until my pubic hair was pressed against her lips. From time to time, she got my hair caught in her teeth and would spit it out but never lose a beat in her sucking. The next step for her to discover was my balls. These she inserted her hands underneath and lifted ever so gently, all the while her head was bobbing up and down, pausing at the head to give a small nibble or a lick and then to plunge all the way down the shaft. She caressed my nuts in such a delicate but passionate manner as she continued to suck me off that I had no choice at all but to spray her mouth with all the force within me. I blew into her, jerk by jerk, and that was the way it was done – by jerks.
It was almost the same as going off seven or eight times in a row, so much of my sap did she suck from my body.
Later, I lay very still on the bed while, she continued to kiss and caress my now softened tube. It was as if she didn't want to move away from it, or perhaps she had high hopes of it growing hard again. At any rate, it didn't grow hard again – not right then. That came later.
I induced her to get dressed and to come with me while I paid a visit to Jill.
Miss Doans was, I could see, extremely puzzled as to why I should want to see Jill when I had her, Miss Doans, to do "my bidding" as she once called it, but I talked to her about the arrangement Jill, Jack, Mary and I had. At first she seemed almost horrified by it, but as I talked more about it, explaining its many advantages, she appeared to understand.
At least, she said she did.
We left the hotel separately – she wouldn't be seen leaving the place with me, a married man. Well, I couldn't blame her for that. She had a public job as a schoolteacher and school boards, I knew, were usually composed of people with extremely narrow minds. School boards were the ones that did the hiring and firing of teachers, acting usually but not always on the recommendations of the superintendent.
Five minutes later Jill was ushering us into her home on Trio Street. I introduced the gals and Jill went to bring us drinks. I didn't know if Miss Doans drank or not but now would be a good time to find out. When Jill brought a tray back with a bottle on it, along with ice and other things that go into a mixed drink, Miss Doans surprised me by answering to my request that she wanted to drink her liquor straight. I poured her out a generous amount, as well as for Jill and myself. We three drank solemnly and put our glasses down on the cocktail table at the same time. I was very astonished to see that Miss Doans had drunk her entire drink in one long gulp.
"Hey," I said, grinning, "you'll end up getting drunk if you go about it that way."
She turned her dark eyes on me and smiled. "I just imitated what you and Mrs.
Burns did."
Jill grinned. "Are you saying you never had a drink before, Miss Doans?"
Nora shook her head. "That was the first alcoholic beverage to pass my lips, as they say."
Jill and I laughed. I tried very hard not to let my laugh sound sarcastic or derisive, but it was difficult to accomplish after hearing that, corny old line.
"What's so terribly funny?" Nora wanted to know, though her tone wasn't an angry one.
"I think we'd all better have another drink right now," Jill said, and poured them herself.
Two drinks later and not only was I feeling pretty good, but I could tell that Jill and Nora were, too. In fact, Jill was sitting on the opposite side of Nora – all three of us were on the sofa – and I saw her run her hand up Nora's leg.
Nora didn't object. Perhaps it was because she was too numb by now to feel Jill's fingers exploring between her legs. At any rate, the next thing I knew Nora had taken my cock out of my pants and was beginning to fondle it, pulling at it, jacking it, playing with it, scratching it, rubbing it, anything, apparently, that she could think of to cause it to grow hard.
It grew hard after a time.
In the meanwhile, I could see that Jill had Nora's dress up over her hips and was kissing her thighs and sighing like crazy. Nora didn't appear to mind Jill's fingers a bit In fact, I saw her spread her legs far apart on two different occasions to allow Jill's fingers to do their work. All this time, Nora had succeeded in getting me very hard and now she bent her head and took my cock between her lips, sucking at the head of it, kissing it lovingly and making little purring noises in her throat. She sounded not unlike a satisfied cat. Jill dropped to the floor on her knees and buried her face in Nora's crotch. Because Nora still had her dress on, much of Jill's face was shielded from my view so I could only guess that she was lipping and tonguing Nora's twat. It was a very good guess as it turned out, for that was exactly what she was doing. I saw Nora undo the front of Jill's blouse and pull forth her titties. Nora's hands were free now, at least one of them was – the other would from time to grasp my penis and insert it farther into her sucking mouth. The woman was beginning to act like a nympho – I had never seen such an abrupt change in a female, never in all my life. A while ago Nora Doans had acted like a prudish old maid – if that is a strong enough term – and now she was acting like the hottest of all wantons. She was getting her cunt lipped and tongued while at the same time she was recklessly sucking and tonguing my hard-on.
I wanted to blow in her throat, but I held it back.
I wanted this scene to last a long time.
But I couldn't manage it.
It felt too damned wonderful.
I felt it happening.
I sighed and filled her mouth with my thick, gray goo.