Chapter 9
"Now for a little contest," Brower announced after everyone had relaxed for a while, seen to their hygienic needs, and imbibed more liquid refreshment.
"What do you have in mind?" Magda asked.
"You're out of it, baby. For the moment, at least The contest is between Elizabeth and Jennifer. Anyone have any objections?"
Predictably enough, no one did.
But Don had a question: "How are you going to work it?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm a little short on inspiration at the moment" He gave his limp prick a flip.
"You're not the only one," Don said. "Right, Lyle old man?"
Lyle grinned. All three males found themselves in the same predicament
"You gentlemen will have to look out for yourselves," Brower said. "Right now, your wives are going to serve me."
Neither Don nor Lyle protested. Each hoped that his wife would do the better job of arousing Brower. It was ridiculous to believe that a man's ambition, his career, would hinge on such a competition, but Brower had led them to believe this would be the case. And their wives seemed to believe it implicitly.
"Here's what well do," Brower said, addressing the women. "I'll sit in this chair and each of you will have three minutes, in turns, to give me a hard-on. You can perform in front of me ... caress me .. . kiss me ... do anything you like that can be done while I sit here. I won't get down on the floor with you, and I won't touch you with my hands. Understood?"
"Won't the first one have quite an advantage, Cy?" Jennifer asked.
He laughed. "Not the first I would judge that the fourth or fifth turn might prove to be the most advantageous. But in any event, it's up to you. Will one of you gentlemen kindly flip a coin to see which of the ladies will lead off?"
Lyle slid a hand down his side, discovering that he had no pocket to reach into. He scrambled for his clothes. Don did the same, each trying to outdo die other in coming up with a coin.
Brower smiled to himself.
The women glanced at each other in the way of boxers stepping into a ring. They both tensed.
Don produced a coin and flipped it. "You call," he told Lyle as it was in the air.
"Tails," Lyle said.
Jennifer giggled.
Holding his hand on the coin as it rested on the back of his other hand, Don said, "Now, if it's tails, Elizabeth goes first Otherwise, Jennifer goes. Right?"
Lyle nodded.
Don uncovered the coin. Heads up. He grinned at his wife.
'Who has a watch with a second hand?" Brower asked. "I do," Lyle was quick to say.
"Give it to Magda. Let her keep time. Now remember-it's three minutes for Jennifer, then three for Elizabeth, and so on."
The husbands sat down where they would have a good view of the action. Magda, holding Lyle's watch, sat nearby.
Brower said, "All right, Jennifer. Maggie, tell her when to start."
Jennifer moved forward to stand in front of Brower's chair. Her shapely tits pointed high- Her red, pussy hair glistened. Her hair was fair and sleek.
"Now!" Magda announced.
Jennifer bent forward, hanging her pink-tipped titties in front of Brower's eyes. She wiggled her shoulders a little, and the tits quivered to and fro.
She straddled his knees and sat down. Tilting her head to the side, she bent as if to kiss him on the lips, but didn't quite make contact. With their mouths very close but not touching, she stuck out her tongue and fluttered it against his mouth. She waggled it back and forth, between his lips.
She looked down at his cock. Nothing. The pecker remained soft.
She climbed onto the chair, planting a knee at each side of him. She lowered her busy quim against his flaccid cock and gyrated, at the same time wiggling her titties against his bare chest.
Still nothing. She didn't feel so much as a tremor pass through his whang.
She backed off the chair, turned around, and backed toward him until her firm, springy bottom smacked against his belly. Now she sat down again, settling her moist meat on top of his cock and balls.
She screwed her can around, expecting to feel his dingus fatten and begin to press upward, against her, but it didn't.
He was deliberately trying to remain soft, she suspected. She wanted to utter a curse, but she didn't That wouldn't be ladylike.
She had just moved forward, off his lap, and was about to try something else when Magda announced that her time was up.
She gave Elizabeth a wan smile. Sportsmanship mustn't be neglected.
Elizabeth moved forward. She dropped to her knees in front of Brower and moved his knees far apart She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and fluttered it against the hooded head of his prick.
She placed her thumb and index finger around the cockhead and slid its foreskin back. She began to tongue-wash the glans busily. Nothing.
Lyle squirmed on his chair while Brower remained perfectly impassive. Elizabeth had to win this! She simply had to.
She pinched Brower's peter between her thumb and finger, lifting it high. She hunkered down, into his crotch, and began to thoroughly lick his nuts. As she worked, she rubbed his cock against her cheeks and nose.
She felt no surge of blood into the member. It might as well have been dead.
She fitted her moist Lips around the tip of the cock and sucked gently. She fluttered her tongue against the sensitive slit Her hand fondled his balls.
There was no response.
She looked up at Brower. "Doesn't it feel good," she asked, "when I kiss your pecker?"
'It feels very good," he said, and smiled faintly. "Want me to kiss it some more?" "As you like."
She stood up, straddled his legs, and bent forward so that her titties plopped against his face. She shook them back and forth. They bounced against his cheeks, nose and mouth. She gripped one and forced the stiff nipple between his lips.
He didn't suck.
Damn him!
She pulled the titty away and stepped up, onto his chair, placing one foot at each side of him. This positioned her snatch right in front of his face. He stared at the hairy, soft box, but his expression didn't change.
More to the point, or lack of it, his pecker didn't change. It was as soft and impotent as ever.
Holding him' at the sides of the head, she leaned against him and wiggled her hips, rubbing her bush all over his face. She brought her slit into moist contact with his mouth.
"Time!" Magda announced.
Elizabeth stepped down and glanced at his lap. His cock looked the same as ever.
She shook her head and backed up. Jennifer again approached. "Go get it, baby!" Don rooted.
She was hard-pressed to know what to do. Most everything had been tried, but she had the notion that words might help. Elizabeth had started that and given up. Now Jennifer would try to follow through.
She got down on her knees between Brower's legs and gazed at his flaccid dong.
"Come on, little peter," she said, and tickled the tip of it with her finger. "Stand up for mama. Get stiff. Grow into a big, fat prick. Mama needs you."
Brower chuckled. Nothing happened in his lap.
"Baby needs a fucking," Jennifer said in a sexy tone as she leaned close to his privates. "Come on ...get hard. Go stiff. Get horny."
Nothing.
"Please, Mister Prick, stand up."
"It doesn't take orders very well, does it?" Brower observed.
"It will," Jennifer said. "It will."
She began to pet it with her index finger as she murmured coaxingly, "You're such a pretty, pretty prick. Stand up for mommy. Get hard as a post so you can slide into mommy's snatch. Mommy needs to have her cunt fucked."
She thought she detected the merest twinge of response. She kept petting his organ and murmuring.
"My cunt is warm and dribbling," she said. "It needs a bone inside it. A big bone. Show me how big and hard you can get"
It showed very little.
Don was growing edgy. He suspected that his wife was setting Brower up for a kill by Elizabeth. Those whispered words, accompanied by her closeness and the stroking of her fingertip along Brower's dong, had to be a powerful stimulant. His own cock was about to get hard again, and she wasn't even near him. Also, she was his wife!
Lyle smiled to himself. With every moment that passed fruitlessly for Jennifer, Elizabeth's chances were enhanced. Hold out! he told Brower silently. Stay soft, you mother fucking bastard!
This was once when Brower seemed to obey him, instead of the other way around. Though Jennifer continued to whisper to the man's prick as she petted it, she detected nothing more than a nerve-twitch in its ropelike body. Finally, Magda announced that time was up.
Elizabeth mentally prepared herself to produce the act of levitation which Jennifer had failed to bring about. She moved forward.
A bold stroke was now called for, she believed. She turned her back to Brower and bent down until her hands were against the floor. She backed up, between the man's spread knees, aiming her blatantly exposed ass at him. She positioned her pussy just above his flaccid pecker, then adjusted her stance a little, until the pussy slid down over his dong. She caught the tip of his prick in the furls of flesh at the top of her box. She began to gyrate, wiggling her soft pussy around his cock tip.
Brower couldn't help but look down and watch. Everything Elizabeth had was revealed to him. Her. star shaped asshole seemed to wink as she gyrated. And the petal like lips of her pussy had a marvelous effect on his cock, stimulating it ever so gently, but with powerful persuasion.
He wasn't sure whether it was the sight, the feel of her, both of these elements together, or if the mere passage of time was primarily responsible for his loss of control. But as she twisted her moist cunt lips around his cockhead, his prick did begin to fatten and stiffen out.
Elizabeth felt his response right away, and she redoubled her efforts, twisting harder and bumping backward. In another moment or two, his cock was hard. She backed up, sheathed it completely, and sat down on his lap, facing forward.
She smiled at Jennifer in triumph.
Jennifer could have spat nails.
Lyle was happy and proud of his wife.
Don felt he'd been screwed. (But really it was Cy!)
Elizabeth bounced and twisted on Brower's lap, causing his stiff cock to do a crazy dance inside her. He reached forward to cup her bobbing, quivering tits. He squeezed and wiggled them on her chest as she kept gyrating.
Jennifer turned away and went for another drink. Don followed.
"God damn you," he grated under his breath. "Was that the best you could do? "
"I tried everything," she whispered fiercely. 'What would you have done that I didn't?"
"I'd have kept his goddamned cock right in my mouth. I'd have tongued and sucked it until the sonofabitch got hard."
"Maybe you should've tried," she said, and took a big sip of booze.
"Lyle's the cocksucker, not me."
"Yeah, I noticed what he was doing before. You think he's a fairy?"
"I don't know. But if he is, I doubt if Brower will promote him. He doesn't care for fags in his organization."
"That's an angle to work on," Jennifer said.
"It's about all we've got left," Don replied grimly.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was working out atop Brower's cock. He was jiggling her large titties up and down as she squirmed on his lap. Her hands were braced on the chair beside his thighs, and her feet were against the floor. This gave her the leverage that was necessary in order to bounce up and down on his rod.
He derived a superb sensation from the fucking. He pulled on the tips of Elizabeth's tits and swung the great, white bulbs back and forth ... up and down ... and in rotation. He slapped and rubbed them against each other.
He began bumping upward, into her churning twat.
Lyle watched in fascination as his wife brought Brower to a groaning, twitching climax. She kept gyrating as he fountained inside her.
She didn't finish, but that was all right. She'd won something far more important than a sexual climax, or sp she believed.
"Baby, you were terrific!" Lyle told her, as they drove to their home.
"Eat shit, why don't you?" she said.
"Now, Liz ... look ...we've got to quit jawing at each other. The big promotion is right in my grasp. We've got a great future ahead of us. Let's enjoy it, shall we, and not give one another a bad time?"
She remained silent. He'd given her more than a bad time. He'd cheapened and humiliated her. Worst of all, he'd caused her to lose the last modicum of respect she had for him. It was a little late to talk about a great future for them.
But she would have her home and her children, plus the prestige that came to a woman whose husband held an important position with an influential firm.
She would continue to live with Lyle, but on her terms.
If he didn't like it, she would take him into court-and guess who would end up with the home and kids? Either way, he would pay through his fucking nose.
Her silence didn't bother him. He felt too good tonight to be disturbed by anything.