Chapter 9

Ever since his cock had been at the disposal and whim of Brenda Kenyon as part-time writer and full-time stud, Burt had never really asserted himself. He knew that Brenda would have it in for him now, but oddly enough he didn't care. She had a vengeful nature and would really start taking it out of his hide for having the boldness to run off from her big party with the guest-of-honor, and the runner-up.

Burt knew that his consumption of rum collins at the house would be cut to zero, as well as his pocket money during the coming week. But he really didn't care, they had all enjoyed themselves and he thought he detected a spark of extra interest in him from Paula.

He couldn't figure it out. Immediately upon turning back from Michele Duval's place, Paula had waxed talkative to the point of being garrulous. It had been almost some kind of nervous reaction, in a way, but Burt just couldn't see what she had to be nervous about. There was no clue, either, except that she kept glancing back over her shoulder as if she expected someone from Michele's house to be pursuing her.

But nervous or not, her desire to talk had turned their spark of conversation into a veritable bonfire of scintillating repartee. Burt was aware that he had done well. Paula had truly appreciated his philosophical gems of wit, and she was even interested in his unfinished novel.

Now that they had returned to the party, Paula was circulating among the other guests and Burt was doing his best to forestall Brenda's impending wrath by playing his role of unofficial host to the hilt. But his mind was still occupied by the possibilities of a relationship with Paula.

For one thing, the woman was rich. Richer than Brenda, probably, although in that financial bracket a few millions this way or that weren't important No, the important thing to him, any way-was Paula's beauty and charm. It would be a pleasure to be tied down to screwing such a woman. Under her sponsorship, finishing his book would be a labor of love.

But he was whistling in the dark, perhaps. After all, the woman's friendliness may not have meant anything that significant. Just the same, though, he had made a good start. He was determined not to let such a marvelous chance slip away without giving his all. The idea of walking out on Brenda to hook up with Paula was positively uplifting. He was treading on air as he made his rounds of the party people.

When the dark-blonde -haired girl named Nikki approached him, he had immediate hopes of switching their topic of discussion to Paula. Nikki was Paula's friend and house guest; perhaps he could pick up some information that might prove valuable later on when he attempted his courtship.

But it was apparent that Nikki had something else on her mind. And as she broached it, Burt was stunned. What was the girl driving at? A sex three-some.

"Simmer down," he said. "Let me get it straight before I go off my rocker. Did my ears hear what I thought they heard? Do you really mean it?"

"Oh, stop being so prudish. It's nothing to get shocked about. I want you to make it with Pat, that's all. I'll be along just to keep the thing organzied."

"Okay, you want me and Pat to get together. That much I understand. But why? What's it all about?"

"We're doing the kid a favor, that's why. She had a rough time with some boys and now she's afraid of all males. If she doesn't do something about it, shell be getting queer ideas. So you're going to help her out, Burt."

"Just like that, Huh?"

"Just like that. And don't look so glum. You'll enjoy screwing her, don't you realize that? Pat is cute."

"Burt peered through and around the crowd until the tousled black-haired Pat came into view. Pat was lovely sure enough. But he still didn't quite comprehend the mechanics of the strange situation.

"She's cute, all right. But if she's afraid of all male cock doesn't that include me?"

"Well, yes-and no. Anyway she's willing to go through with it. Only I'll have to be around in case she gets skittish. You won't mind, that, will you?"

Looking into Nikki's green eyes, Burt saw something akin to challenge. As if she was telling him that she would resent his turning her down. He suddenly recognized just how clever this bold-speaking girl was. In putting forth her brazen proposition, she had actually managed to maneuver their respective positions around until he was on the defensive.

A smart one. Endowed with wisdom and woman's intuition. The kind of girl who'd be handy to have around. He sure didn't want to offend her. If he said yes, wouldn't he be able to ask for a favor in return?

Darn right he would. And since she had been so blunt and honest, he might as well be the same. Make it direct and to the point and hope for a favorable reaction.

"Nikki, I've got a confession to make. Sure, I'd like to help you out with Pat, but my heart wouldn't be in it Believe it or not, I've got a hard-on for Paula Jardine.

"Paula," the girl looked shocked.

"Uh-huh. And I think she likes me. But that's as far as it's gone. Just two friendly people. Since you're such a good helper, well...."

"I get it. You want me to organize that too?"

Burt nodded. "Can you?"

"No. Anyway, I won't promise that I can. I can't talk to Paula the way I do to Pat."

"Would you try?"

"It wouldn't help, Burt. For reasons that I don't care to go into, my interfering wouldn't do any good. But there is another way that I can do something for you. Hmnun, as a matter-of-fact, it might be an interesting experiment."

"Experiment? What are you talking about?"

"You and Paula. I can't get the two of you together; you'll have to arrange that yourself. But I can tell you how to treat her when it does happen. I know what kind of screwing gives Paula her jollies. Would that help you?"

"I'll say it would. Come on, tell me. What's the big secret? How do I vanquish the fair lady?"

"Down boy." Nikki giggled. "You don't vanquish her. Try it that way and you'll be a loser for sure. But it's too complicated to talk about here and now. Well have to put it off until some better moments."

"Aw, you're teasing me."

"Ummm, well, only a little. You're such a teasable boy, Burt. But I'll tell you all about the right hump technique for Paula, I promise. And you'll do, that little favor of frigging Pat for me, huh?"

"I'll do it. But I'm not exactly looking forward to it frankly. It just doesn't seem-"

"Don't let it upset you, Burt. Leave it to me. You and Pat will get along fine. But now that you've made your decision, all I ask is that you don't back out."

"I won't. Only I'm asking you the same thing in regard to that other business. Paula, I mean."

"Fair enough." Nikki bit her lip thoughtfully. "Now when would be the best time? The three of us would have to get away without being conspicuous."

"Late at night, I suppose. On the beach? I often go for a short swim after Brenda is asleep."

"Good idea. The beach it is. Pat and I will bring a blanket. But is there some out-of-the-way place where-"

"No problem. Plenty of hidden spots. Actually, there's a cove between this house and Paula's that would be perfect for us. Brenda and I used to-" He broke off in embarrassment. "Well, you know. Anyway, it's a good place to get together for secluded screw. When shall we do it?"

"The sooner the better, I think. Tomorrow night?"

Burt shrugged. "Okay by me. Hey, you know something? I feel as if we're both a couple of conspirators plotting a crime. Should I wear my James Bond trenchcoat?"

Nikki's white teeth flashed in a merry laugh. She was beautiful, he realized, and he felt a momentary pang of yearning for the girl. But they were conspirators, not lovers, and he had promised his cock to her friend Pat. More than that, Nikki was going to help him with Paula.

The more Burt thought about tomorrow night's forthcoming sex adventure, the more it appealed to him. It would certainly be something different from his usual routine with Brenda. One look at her flashing, angry eyes already told him that his punishment for his little escapade was beginning.

It would continue later that night when all the guests had left. That was when she would summon him to her bedroom and he would have to pacify her with an offering of his prick. An affront like tonight's would make her insatiable. He could see his weary dong, an unwilling captive of her fleshy, wriggling thighs, drained and fatigued by her hungry cunt when dawn finally came.