Chapter 3
The wind blew down his back as he walked slowly down the street.
He pulled his coat up tighter around his neck and tucked his collar closer to his inner coat.
He was still a little drunk, and he staggered a little as he walked further and further away from the house, the block, and Sharon.
He didn't really know where he was going, as he walked down the street at a brisk pace now.
The main thing that made him happy at all was the fact that he was away from her and didn't have to think about all the things they had talked about all evening.
He still felt a pang of sadness as he thought of Sharon sitting there in the big apartment all by herself.
"I don't really care," he said out loud to himself, finally.
"She deserves to be there. I don't think I'm the one that's been so bad in our association."
He lit a cigarette and took a long deep puff on it, and held the smoke for a long time before he exhaled.
He blew the soft gray smoke out of his nose and mouth very slowly and watched it as it whizzed past his head and was gone.
He felt a little dizzy. It was the first cigarette in a long time.
He coughed slightly, and could feel the muscles in his chest tighten up as the dizziness continued to affect him.
He continued walking on down the street, and presently caught his breath and was okay again.
He was still not decided as to where he was going. He was now some distance from home, and he was feeling good about that.
The thought of Sharon and some of the problems they had had today was running back and forth through his mind.
The harder he tried to think about other things, anything to keep these thoughts out of his mind, the more he thought about it.
He thought of ways to stop thinking but each time he used one of them, he found himself right back on the same train of thought.
He decided to do something to get his mind off his problems.
He knew of a nice Turkish bath that wasn't too far from where he was.
He decided to go there.
The heat and steam would do him good, he thought, as he turned in the direction of the place.
"I haven't really had a good rubdown in a long time, and I could use one."
He reached the place and went in and got a room. He climbed the stairs to his room and undressed, wrapped the towel around himself, and hung his clothes up in the closet.
He first went to the steam room, where he sat for a long time.
He found a space higher up than the others were sitting, where the heat and steam were a bit heavier and hotter.
By the time he got up there and sat down he could already feel the steam and heat beginning to penetrate his hairy muscular skin.
He breathed deeply, hard and heavy the first time, forgetting the hot burning sensation the steam gave him as it was sucked into his powerful lungs.
The penetration of the heat and steam made him drowsy and tired at first, as he sat there feeling the heat increase as the steam began to get heavier.
His body was beginning to break out in tiny beads of sweat that grew larger as the heat of the steam forced more moisture out of his hot moist skin.
He looked down at himself as the sweat began to slide down his hairy muscular chest and over the hairy ripples of his belly and down to the hair of his now soft, limp cock.
It fell in big salty drops on the boards of the rack that was just below him. He watched them as they hit with a splat and were evaporated almost at once by the dry heat at the bottom of the room.
Sweat was also forming on his face and forehead. It burned as it slid down his face and forehead and into his eyes.
He bent his head down and watched as it fell onto the towel that lay across his right leg as he sat there.
The sweat on his hairy muscular legs was flowing freely too.
It trickled down his legs and tickled a bit as it ran in and out through the thick heavy hair that covered most of those well-shaped masculine extremities.
A strange but good feeling came over him as his head started feeling lighter and lighter as the heavy steam began to force all the alcohol out of him in the form of sweat.
His body was now completely covered with hot salt sweat as he continued to sit there and enjoy the feeling of the deep penetrating steam upon his body.
He had been in need of this for a long time and was enjoying it very much.
When he felt he had been there as long as he could without moving to a lower level, he got up and went to the shower room and turned the water on full blast, as cold as he could get it.
He jumped directly under the main heavy stream of this cold flow and stood there under it, letting it run down all around him.
The refreshing chill of the cold, extremely cold, water made him feel invigorated and healthy. Something he hadn't felt for a very long time.
Sal stood beneath the nozzle of the shower as long as he could, feeling the sweaty heat of his thick muscular body dissipate into cool soothing freshness.
He could feel tiny goose bumps as they began to form all over him from the chill of the stream of water that was flowing so steadily upon him.
His well-formed muscular body began to shake with slight tremors of cold as the heat of the steam room, as well as his own body heat, began to dissipate.
He turned off the shower and stepped from the shower room back into the steam again.
He noticed the other fellows who were sitting around the room, too, as he made his second entrance.
Some of them looked up at him and nodded as he stepped up the stairs that brought him to the same level that he had been sitting on before.
How peculiarly and strangely some of them are shaped, he thought to himself as he quickly scanned the room.
He wondered how he looked to the other men as he made his critical evaluation of all of them.
As his eyes hit upon each of them he noticed immediate differences that he had never seemed to notice before, or thought about, between other men and himself.
There was an older man about his own height and build sitting about three levels lower than he was.
His body was now coarser and shrunken looking. He had strange wrinkles beginning to form up and down his otherwise straight, fairly muscular back.
There was also on that same row a man, a boy, really, who couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen, who had the most health clean-looking skin, so different from the sick gray skin of the older man beside him.
Sal shuddered slightly as he thought of his own eventual old age and the possibility of beginning to look like some of the men he saw in there.
He could remember when his face and body were as smooth and as healthy looking as that of the boy who was sitting a little way below him.
He looked down at himself, a bit embarrassed to do so because he thought someone else might be looking at him and evaluating him the same way he was doing to them.
He looked down at his heavily-haired body and saw the few but evident ravages of lust and hard living.
He was slightly heavier in the stomach than he should be, and his young man's skin was slowly turning greyer and growing old-looking.
His arms were not as muscular as they could be, and his leg muscles were flabby and loose.
He felt his hand running his fingers through his hair.
He could feel what he thought was a slight thinning of the hair and a recession of the overall hairline.
He was imagining most of this, of course, but just the same it was taking its effect on him.
How stupid I am, he thought. Here I am wasting all of my time trying to get ahead with the very part of me that I'm letting fall to pieces.
He vowed right then and there to start to take better care of himself from that point on.
The hot steam that hit him now felt much better this time, he thought.
His body had been chilled by the cold water of the shower and he was not yet feeling the total heat of the steam that was rising in great clouds from the corner of the room.
Soon his body began to warm up and the same good feeling came over him again, just as it had when his body felt the first penetration of the hot, thick steam.
He breathed in deeply, remembering this time the hot burning sensation he had felt last time because of breathing in too fast and too hard.
His first few minutes of this felt good, as he sat there on the wood slabs that served both as stairs and as a bench.
Soon his entire body, as before, was dripping profusely with big salty drops of sweat.
He pushed his head back and let the sweat run down his cheeks to the back of his face and not into his eyes.
Finally he had had enough of it to satisfy him for the time being.
He got up from his perch and left the steam room again and went to the pool and dived in headfirst.
The initial shock from extreme heat to cold is said to be good for the system.
He swam around on his back for a while and then he changed off and did several types of swimming strokes that he used to do when he was in school.
He dived to the bottom of the pool and stayed down as long as he could.
He was trying to really exhaust himself with physical exercise and he was doing a very good job of it.
After a few more dives to the bottom of the pool and some loss of breath and swallowing of chlorine, he decided he had had enough and left the pool.
He walked back into the shower room and began to shower again.
He rubbed soap on himself until his entire body was covered with it.
The huge muscles of his firm masculine body glistened in the light as they flexed and danced to his motion.
He thoroughly covered every part of his body with a heavy lather of soap, as though he felt the soap would cleanse his entire soul.
He then stood under the slightly lukewarm water flowing full strength from the shower and let the strong spray of the water wash it off.
He turned the hot water on a little harder, increasing the power of the spray that flowed from the nozzle down to his tingling flesh.
He stood with the spray beating hard down upon him. It hit him on the back and all over the body like a thousand tiny fingers pressing hard against his tingling flesh.
He moved his body slowly from side to side letting the strong spray flow over every part of his straight muscular back.
He sighed deeply from the pleasure he felt as the steady flow of water tantalized and stimulated his entire body, easing the tension of his thoughts.
His naked body felt alive and was tingling with pleasure, as he stood there with the lively water flowing down upon him.
It soothed and relaxed him with each strong touch of the thousands of continuous streams.
His thoughts and problems for the moment were all forgotten and washed away by the heavy spray of soothing water that fell against his hard muscular body from the nozzle above his head.
He finally finished showering, and after drying himself, he walked out of the shower room and into the other end of the area to the massage tables.
He lay down on one of the long low leather tables at the furthest end of the room.
No one was in the room when he got there, but since the only reason one would be lying there was to receive a massage, he laid down and waited for the masseur to come back from wherever he had gong.
He must have fallen asleep, for he lay there for a rather long time.
But the next thing he remembered after he walked in was the feeling of soft smooth fingers as they rubbed and kneaded the muscles of his upper and lower back.
He had lain on his stomach when he first went in, so that they would massage his back first.
The feeling of the busy fingers of the masseur seemed to relax him completely as he lay there flat, with his head resting on the small pillow beneath it.
He thought of nothing but the feel of the hands that busied themselves rubbing up and down his body.
His eyes were closed and he hadn't seen the masseur when he came in, and hadn't said anything to him because he was asleep when the massage began, and there was no need to say anything.
He had visited that particular Turkish bath a long time ago.
One night when he was quite drunk he had stumbled into it off the streets because he was very tired and it was cold out on that particular night.
He didn't really remember anything about it tonight when he thought of coming here, it just happened to be the closest place to go to he could think of, and the idea of being relaxed in a steam room and massaged seemed to be of interest to him.
He laid there lazily enjoying all of the pleasures one enjoys as one is being massaged by a good masseur.
He had no idea who or what sort of person was massaging his tired hairy muscles.
He didn't care, really, he was enjoying it and hadn't given much thought to anything else at all.
He had noticed at the beginning of the massage, how soft and smooth the hands were. He had not wondered why they should be so soft and smooth.
Although they felt rather familiar as they touched him, he couldn't recall where he had felt hands like that before.
It was a complete surprise to him when the voice that asked him to turn over sounded like that of a woman.
He thought perhaps he had not really heard it or that he had fallen asleep for a second or two and dreamed the voice, when actually the real voice he heard must have sounded quite different.
As he turned over to lie on his back, he received a very pleasant surprise.
There in front of him stood one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
She smiled down pleasantly at him as she began to massage his shoulders and arms.
She commented on how well-built he was and about how he was in such good shape.
"Do you lift weights?" she asked, as she took hold of one of his arms and began to squeeze and exercise the large limp muscles.
He told her that he didn't and never had.
She asked him why he had such a nice muscular build if he didn't lift weights.
"It's natural," he said, "it runs in the family."
They continued to talk and joke about his handsome physique as she rubbed, massaged and teased the upper part of his torso.
She moved with expert skill and knowledge as she covered that half of his handsome well-developed body.
She squeezed and stimulated the muscles of his chest. She pressed her fingers firmly against the muscles of his neck.
She massaged them with a slow circular motion of her very sensitive soft hands.
His heart was beating faster now and he could feel the throbbing in his neck as her soft smooth delicate fingers continued their pleasing circular motion all around the base of his head.
He rolled his head from side to side at her motion for him to do so.
He could feel the tension and stress of those tight tired muscles relaxing as her nimble fingers soothed their aching and throbbing.
Slid moved quickly from the neck to the shoulders again, laughing and joking again and again as her hands slid over the beautiful specimen of a man who lay there before her.
Her fingers dug deeply into his chest and began the same circular penetrating motion that she had used on his neck muscles.
Sal could feel a strange good feeling creeping all through his body as her touch became more and more pleasurable.
He continued to talk and joke with her, but the reason was different now.
He was beginning to notice the sweetness in the sound of her voice, and in the way she laughed.
His entire body tingled anew as her soft smooth pink hands touched his hard hairy chest, and moved back and forth through the thick hair and reached down to the hot burning firm masculine flesh below it.
Her hands were moving slowly down his torso from the upper part of his chest right below his collarbone, down and down to the muscles beneath the armpits.
The wings, as she referred to them.
As her delicate fingers massaged and manipulated the muscles in this area, Sal began to get a funny feeling in the bottom of his stomach.
He didn't recognize it at first as having any significance, or any relationship at all to what she was doing to him.
He soon began to realize it did.
Suddenly he could feel a slight throbbing in the base of his big cock.
It was still soft and lying flat on top of him, pressing up to his navel as it had done a long time ago when he was with Mrs. L.
He squirmed a little as he kept talking to her, trying not to think about the thoughts of lust for her that were now running through his mind.
Her busy fingers slid even further down his body now, and into the center of his belly.
They roamed softly and smoothly over his rippling, now undulating muscles, making them bounce from the sensation of her hot soft roaming hands.
His cock was throbbing a little more and was straightening out a bit. He watched her eyes to see if she was paying any attention to it.
She looked down at him, laughingly pretending not to notice at all.
He believed her and continued to lie there, trying not to think about how much he would like to lean over right that minute and lap his hot tongue deep into the folds and ripples of her hot contracting cunt.
He looked up at her again, as she slid her fingers out to the side of his rib cage and began to rub back and forth on the muscles there.
His heart was pounding frantically now and he was doing all he could to keep his cock from standing all the way up to attention as her now hot moist fingers came ever closer.
She was now approaching his pelvis, and he could feel his cock throbbing as her fingers started rubbing along each side of his pelvis bone right beneath the rib cage.
She must have seen my cock getting hard by now, he thought, as he felt the throbbing grow stronger, and move to the head of his huge cock.
Her fingers slid down between his legs and took hold of the thick hairy muscles of his inner thigh, and his cock stood straight out from him as she touched this, his most sensitive area.
She sighed a soft pleased sigh and let out a little chuckle, as she saw this great tool rise up to her.
She continued to rub and massage his thighs and legs. Giving his hard cock a rub now and then, she sighed loudly as she stroked the huge piece of meat.
She moved down one side of the table and up the other, massaging one leg at a time.
She always kept an eye on his huge throbbing cock as her soft smooth pink hands slid skillfully up and down his muscular thighs and legs.
When she got to his feet she took both of them in each of her hands and massaged the arch with her thumbs.
The sensation this gave Sal made him want to jump off the table and grab her and rip her clothes right off her and fuck her right there on the floor.
His big cock was throbbing so hard it was jumping up and down over his belly and he had no control over the speed at which it was jumping so violently.
She let go of both his feet and moved slowly up the left side of him, massaging his left leg and thigh as she came.
Again and again her hot moist smooth fingers touched the sensitive head of his hot, throbbing tool, filling him with desire and lust for her still-clothed body.
Her fingers continually found the spots of extreme sensitivity on him and she seemed to tease and tantalize him by constantly touching one of them every time he felt a little less excited than he had a moment earlier, making his cock jerk and bounce and stand straight up from his now hot, sweaty crotch.
He sighed a little and let out a little moan every now and then when he could do nothing else to distract himself from her delicate and all-pleasing touch.
She continued to rub on the soothing oil and massage it into his hot, passion-ridden body, helping it become even more so with every touch.
His entire body was now tingling and shaking, not from the sensations of the steam bath or the effects of the shower any longer, but because of the lust and desire for her that burned so wildly and passionately in his smoldering flammable insides.
He looked at her and could feel the touch of her red sensual lips on his.
She puckered them up slightly and then wet them as she looked down at him again as he lay there on the now hot, sweaty leather table that had been so cool and pleasant to him just a short time before.
She came to his crotch again, this time from the left side of the table, as she finished massaging his left leg and thigh.
She reached the apex of his hard, hairy, masculine body.
Oh mother-fucker, he sure is hot, she told herself.
She stopped in that spot for a moment and looked down at him sullenly with a strange sort of wandering lust in her glance. She leaned back a moment to take in his entire body in one glance.
Her face was slightly flushed and she was breathing a little harder than she had been at the start of the massage.
She took his big, hard, jerking, throbbing cock in her hot hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the head several times.
Sal squirmed and tossed about on the table from the pleasure and excitement that went through him when she did this.
Slowly and without warning to her, he slid one of his arms, his left arm to be exact, off the side of the table he was .lying on and down to the bottom of her miniskirt.
He lay still for a moment as she continued to rub and oil him and tease his cock.
Suddenly he slid his hot, burning, oily hand down under her skirt and quickly up her leg, rubbing her right thigh as he moved up.
He felt the furry mound that quivered and contracted at the apex of her womanhood.
He slid his fingers past the elastic that clung around her upper thigh, pulled her panties as far down, still under her dress, as he could get them.
Then he shoved two of his thick hard fingers up into the lips of her cunt. She moaned. He pressed on. She groaned.
He continued up forcefully into the tunnel of her love.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
She moaned and grunted wildly as his lingers found their mark.
He had surprised her by acting as fast as he did and the only thing she could do, being susceptible to the same tantalizing that she was giving him, was to stand there and enjoy it.
"Oh!" he exclaimed.
"Oh! she replied.
She seemed a bit surprised that it had really happened at first, but after it was going on she seemed to really enjoy it.
She looked down at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge, firm, rock-hard tool and teased and tickled the hot, throbbing head of it.
He thrust his hand further up into her cunt and moved his fingers around and around against the inner walls of her tight, hot, throbbing cunt.
She moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked a bit as she felt the pleasure of his hot, throbbing hand as it slid back and forth across her hot, sensitive clit.
She bucked her hips slowly back and forth as his hot thick fingers slid again and again across her firm hot clit.
She bent down slowly and almost without knowing it took his hot, jerking, throbbing tool into her hot moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from it and from between his legs filled her hot, puffing nostrils and then went on up into her nasal cavity and to all parts of her body.
She trembled and shook a bit from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly around from the smell of his hot, bucking, twitching body.
Her hot, heavily moist lips slid further down onto more of his cock as the bittersweet taste of his masculine part filled her mouth as the odor filled her nostrils.
Sal bucked his huge cock up to her, and shoved it further into her hot anxiously waiting, lapping, quivering mouth.
As the sucking of his cock began to feel wilder and wilder to him, Sal could feel the pressure of his come building up and getting ready to shoot forth in a flood of hot burning pleasure.
She sensed his throbbing and knew that he was nearly ready, too.
With this, she stopped abruptly.
Leaving Sal in a most desperate situation.
She raised herself and finished oiling his body and then she took one of the huge thick towels from the shelf and rubbed and patted his entire body until all the excess oil was wiped off.
His big, hard cock was still throbbing and jerking like crazy right there in front of her.
At first he couldn't quite understand why she had stopped so close to the time when he was about to get his nuts off.
Even Sharon never did that to me, he thought, sulking with a hard cock that needed some attention before it was willing to go down.
She turned to him when she had finished rubbing him with the towel, and asked him to meet her in two hours, when she got off work, and go to her place with her and there they could stay all night.
He had agreed before he really thought of what to say. He was so terribly anxious to possess her body next to his.
They kissed each other softly on the lips and she then left the room for a minute or two.
Sal waited a few seconds, trying to let his cock get a little softer before he left the room and went back to his own room.
He got back to his room finally and sat down on the bed.
His cock was still hard and throbbing as violently as it had done any time during the massage.
He spread his legs wide apart on the bed and reached down and took his cock into his hands and began to play with it.
He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes as he stroked the head of his huge, burning, throbbing cock.
He thought of nothing but the face, the shape and the body of the girl who had massaged him.
He tried to imagine her without any clothes on, completely nude, standing in front of him, slightly over him as he let his big, hot tongue lap and lap at her big, hot, juicy, throbbing cunt.
He shivered violently and bucked himself madly up and down on the bed, in frantic ecstasy and anticipation, as these thoughts came into his wildly throbbing head.
His breathing grew shorter.
His heartbeat increased.
His sighs and panting grew wilder and wilder.
He threw his head from side to side all over the bed as the thought of the thrills to come, together with his presently excited state, rushed through his entire body and throbbed and burned deep within him.
He pulled his big, thick hairy legs up so that they bent at the knees and let both of them fall on either side of the bed so that his crotch was almost parallel with the flatness of the bed itself.
He rubbed his hand across his hot, moist mouth and filled his palm with his hot, slick saliva.
He rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock and all around the skin that moved up and down around it.
His whole cock became more sensitive to his touch and teasing.
The throbbing and jerking was so strong now, that the slightest touch he gave it nearly drove him up the wall with pleasure and passion.
The time passed very soon to him and when he was at a point where he almost wanted to come and thought he couldn't wait another second, he noticed the time and realized he was almost at the jaws of the girl's cunt.
Hurriedly he jumped off the bed and rushed around the room and gathered up his things and got dressed.
He dashed down the stairs and up to the desk and checked out.
Then he took a seat in the lobby and waited for her to come out.
It didn't take long. She was right on time.
It had seemed to him that he had just got there himself, when she came around the corner and down the stairs from the direction of the massage and steam rooms.
She smiled at him and said, "Let's go."
He got right up and followed hurriedly behind her.
His cock was still hard and throbbing wildly in his pants as he followed behind her, down the stairs to the street at a rather hurried pace.
They reached the street and hailed a cab in no time.
He stood waving his arm for a cab with his right hand in his pocket to hide the fact that he had such a huge throbbing hard-on.
It was still jumping and jerking as they stepped into the cab.
She gave the cab driver the address and they were off.
Since they had a rather long way to go Sal decided to get a little ahead of the game so that he would really be ready when they got to her house.
He pulled her over to him and he leaned halfway over to her.
First he started kissing and teasing her lips, then he became wilder and wilder until he had his fingers under her sweater and was squeezing the smooth, firm nipples of her tits as she squirmed and grunted.
She was squeezing the hard, thick throbbing tool that jumped and throbbed in her hand each time she took hold of it.
The cab left the main streets of Manhattan and started crossing the bridge headed for Long Island.
As they got on the bridge itself both of them were practically lying down in the back seat.
Sal was on top of her and she was bucking and thrashing wildly beneath him.
Finally Sal slid up her dress and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down a little.
He put his cock between her legs to feel the heat of her hot flesh burning heavily on his hard throbbing cock-head.
It was very late and dark. The streets were deserted as they rode through this section of Queens on their way to a place further out on Long Island.
The longer Sal pressed his hard, throbbing, pounding cock against her hot burning thighs, the harder it was for him to resist shoving it all the way, deep into her quivering, twitching, slithery cunt.
He was dying to feel the touch of his flesh against hers and to feel the friction of then-two organs as they joined in the act of lust.
What great friction in their two organs as they joined in the act of lustful passionate exciting lovemaking.
He pumped his body up and down on top of her, wildly dry-fucking her as they zipped along the highway.
Finally he raised his cock a little higher than usual and as he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, stinging lips of her waiting, quivering cunt.
The thought to pull it out crossed his mind but he ignored it.
He couldn't bear to stop it now that it had gotten this far.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her hot bucking cunt as the cab continued to race through the night to their destination.
Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became more rapid.
Sal was moaning and panting too, a little softer than she was, but just as passionately.
They puffed and panted so loudly that the cab driver could have heard them.
The sound of the ruffling of their clothes, and the steady pounding of their flesh together as their two hot throbbing organs slid back and forth, one within the other, would have excited the most cold-natured person to the very height of passion and frenzy at the absence of an adequate love partner.
Just to hear the sound of their moans and sighs could drive any normal man to the point of sexual desire.
Both of them were beginning to come, right there in the back seat of the cab.
Their passion and lust had risen to the fever pitch of excitement.
The pounding of their pent-up desires was pressing forcefully. Sal could hear the ringing of a mighty cascade of bells somewhere deep inside him as he thrust and pounded his huge hard cock again and again, deeper and deeper into the hot twitching folds and ripples of her hot, juicy, quivering, undulating cunt.
The sounds of her deep, pleading sighs and loud passionate moans were the only things that Sal could hear, mixed with his own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
Their bodies broke out in cold, clinging sweat.
The hot, exciting sound of slick hot flesh sliding against slick, burning flesh grew louder and louder:
The girl bucked her hips frantically now and thrust her head back onto the seat of the cab as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust up her cunt to meet his cock.
The passionate and frenzied pair lunged then-bodies against each other again and again, wildly, passionately, lustfully, with all the force and thrust they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and her most forceful buck of her hot, quivering cunt, the two of them came at the same time, their pants and sighs filling the cab.
The heat from their heavy breathing had all but begun to fog up the windows.
There was a slight haze of fog beginning to form on the windows of the back seat and in the rear.
They stayed in that position for several more minutes, while their moans and sighs began to get less violent.
Sal felt his throbbing cock still inside her cunt as he raised his head and looked to see if he could tell where they were.
The girl raised her head a little, too, and told him they were nearly there.
Sal raised up, slowly, ever so slowly.
He wanted to retain that warm, wild, passionate feeling as long as he possibly could, to the last possible minute.
Finally, as the cab pulled off the parkway and headed down a mixed industrial and residential street, he could see that he really had to pull it out. He reluctantly extracted his tool from her cunt.
It was still throbbing and hard as rock, dripping with their come.
As he tucked it back into his pants and straightened up in the seat, he prepared to get out when the cab came to the place they were going.
After several winding turns and bends of the street they finally came to a beautiful, two-story, brick house that was set off about a hundred yards from the road.
The driver stopped the cab and looked into the back seat, eyeing both of them.
They both looked at him rather shyly, as they had forgotten about him.
The driver eyed her tits which heaved with exhaustion.
He also checked out the twitching which still went on in Sal's pants.
He was a very attractive-looking well-built young man, it seemed to them, as they looked at him from the back seat of the cab.
"I'm going off duty now and I could use a good strong drink. It's a long way back from out here."
The girl looked at Sal in such a way as to ask him if he would mind if she invited him in.
He nodded his approval as they all three got out of the cab and headed into the house.
The cab driver seemed to be quite intelligent and very interesting as they sat and talked over their drinks.
He told them he was relatively new in town and that he was going to college at New York University.
All three of them hit it off very well.
When he finished his drink and started to make the usual sociable attempt to leave, they both insisted in the most convincing way that he stay.
Both Sal and the girl wanted to have a three-way, and neither one of them had said anything to the other one, but there they were acting as though they both knew what the other wanted.
The cab driver was interested, too.
They all three sat back down on the couch and had another round of drinks, and another ... and another ... until all three of them were becoming a little drunk.
Their words were beginning to slur as they continued talking to each other.
Finally their conversation was limited to short clipped statements, to such things as "where's the bathroom."
"Gee, that was a long ride."
"Oh, what time is it?" and other such gems.
Somewhere in the course of the conversation a little bit before they arrived at this point, the fact that Nina, the girl, was a masseuse was brought to the attention of the cab driver.
This intrigued him very much, it seemed.
He had asked a few questions about it when he first learned it, but now he was at it again.
"Why don't you give us a demonstration of how you go about giving a massage?" he asked, insistently. "I've never had one and I'd love to be your model."
"I'll tell you what," she said, "why don't we all take off our clothes and take our drinks into the bedroom and I'll give you both a demonstration of what a massage can really be."
All three of them got up and slowly walked into the bedroom, dropping their clothes along the way.
The three of them plopped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.