Chapter 7
"What gives with her?" Greg asked Marie, after a tearful Karin had left.
"She's in love with Charlotte," Marie replied.
Greg raised his eyebrows. "With two roommates like Anne and Suzanne? You'd think she'd fall for one of them."
"She can't stand either of them," Marie replied.
"Poor taste," Greg remarked. "How about you?" he asked, moving closer to Marie.
"What about me?" she asked.
"Do you go for my two French friends?"
"I like them, if that's what you mean," Marie replied. "I'm not gay, though, if that's what you're trying to discover."
Greg laughed and put his arm around Marie's shoulder. She was direct-he liked that. That was one of the things he liked about Suzanne and Anne. But the fact that they were bisexuals made a difference to him.
It was not the kind of difference that interfered in their friendship. Greg was not the kind of person to discriminate against people because of their sexual preferences. They were two lovely girls with free spirits who would do just about anything in bed. Greg liked fucking them, singly or together, better than any women he knew.
That was not the problem. Sex was not the problem. The problem was love. Greg knew he could never fall in love with a woman who made love to another woman. It was nothing personal. It was just something he couldn't understand. He never felt the desire to fuck a man-how could he, when fucking women was so much better? He loved the fair sex, preferred being with women to being with men. It was so much more exciting. The biological variations made all the difference.
Greg had a cock and he knew first hand all about them. But he didn't have a pussy and he didn't have full-blown tits either. The strangeness and excitement of touching and feeling, licking and sucking flesh that he did not possess, parts he had no primary experience with, was what turned him on the most. Every time he fucked a woman, he felt like he was coming closer to the mysteries of the universe.
The pity was, most women were not as romantic as was Gregory. Most women thought they were romantic, clinging to men as if they would die without them. But they had no sense of freedom, no sense of aloneness, no perception of the temporary, transient nature of love. If they were in love with you now, they thought they would be in love with you forever.
Greg thought it would be nice if two people could love each other till they died, but he realized that it very seldom happened' that way. A true romantic realized this and sacrificed all to his passion regardless; most women did not. But somehow, Marie struck him as being unlike most women.
"What do you think about sex," he suddenly said to her.
Marie laughed. "That's a stange thing to say."
"Is it?"
"Most men come right out and ask to fuck you, or they just come-on to you. But I've never been asked what I thought of sex before," she replied.
"Do you think I'm coming on to you?" asked Greg.
"Well, when a man starts talking about sex when you've just met, it usually does," Marie answered.
Greg chuckled. "I guess that's true," he said. "But I really wasn't coming on, at least not conciously. Which doesn't mean I won't later," he added.
Marie looked at him. He was honest and straight-forward, not afraid to say what was on his mind. She was beginning to like him.
"What did you mean then," she inquired, "if you weren't coming on?"
"I was just wondering about gays," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I think, if they want to do it, fine."
"But you don't?"
"No. And I can never really understand why anyone would want to fuck a person of the same sex. It seems kind of boring to me."
"Boring?"
"Yes," said Marie. "I mean, the big thing for me in sex is the sexual difference. I mean, I don't have a cock, which makes holding it, looking at it, sucking it, that much more exciting. I love men because they're different."
"You know," he said, "I was just thinking the same thing practically."
"Really?"
"Really. I was saying to myself that fucking a woman puts you in touch with the mysteries of the universe, because the sexual difference between you is one of the most interesting mysteries."
Marie gazed at him.
"That's beautiful," she said, "and it's true, when you think about it. I think a lot about God when I'm fucking."
"Do you?" he said.
"Well," laughed Marie, "I think mostly about sex, mostly about the wonder of the sensations I'm feeling. But it's precisely the wonder of it that leads me to God."
Greg looked into her eyes. Yes, Marie was certainly different. He stroked her shining hair with his hand. He was happy they had met.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
Marie's heart thrilled at his words. It was so exciting. She had been talking about sex and God and it had made him horny. Greg was too good to be true. She didn't know if she could trust it. Some men practiced at seeming romantic in order to get laid. Marie thought that was stupid. She would think they would rather get laid by being themselves. But then she considered that many women wouldn't sleep with a man unless he pulled that garbage on them.
The whole thing was so stupid. And it was terribly unfair that women like Marie, who would sleep with a man for sexual satisfaction alone, should have to be filled with doubts and uncertainties whenever she seemed to meet a truly romantic man.
But Gregory had not declared any passionate attachment to her, any profound or meaningful attraction. He had merely declared that he wanted to fuck her-pure unadulterated horniness. But there was something in the way he said it that mad Marie think she was special to him.
She stared up into his eyes.
"I want to fuck you too," she breathlessly said.
Greg leaned down and kissed her, long, slow and lingering. Marie felt his trembling lips pressed against hers, his hot tongue gliding in her mouth. Her mouth burned with desire. She flung her arms around his neck and rubbed her lithe body against his.
Greg panted, hot and heavy, as his sweet lips roamed Marie's soft face. He fluttered tiny kisses over her eyelids, sliding his wet trembling lips over her nose. Greg felt his cock stir in his pants.
"Is there anyplace we can go?" he asked.
"I live across the hall," Marie said, her hands in his hair.
"Then what are we waiting for," Greg replied.
Suzanne wandered through the party crowd, searching for Anne. No one knew where she was. Suzanne noticed that Charlotte was nowhere to be found either.
Well, she thought to herself, Anne must have succeeded in making her conquest. I must remember to congratulate her in the morning. I hope Charlotte turns out to be a good one-she could come in handy, living across the hall.
Thinking that Charlotte would probably be a good piece of ass, Suzanne walked over to one of her male lovers and whispered something in his ear. A broad smile spread upon his face. Nodding, he whispered something in her ear.
This time, Suzanne smiled. He pointed towards the door, just as Greg and Marie were about to leave. Running up to them, Suzanne stopped them.
"Where are you going, mes amis?"
Marie smiled. "I'm taking him home with me," she said.
"Really," said Suzanne. "How interesting!
Anne and I speculated about you two, and see, it comes true. We are positively psychic."
"You just know me well enough to know my tastes," said Greg, smiling.
"Know you well, yes," said Suzanne, "but we do not know Marie so well. Isn't that right?" she added, looking at Marie.
"Right," said Marie, nodding her head. "We don't know each other well at all."
"So then you see," said Suzanne, "that I'm a mystic."
The three of them burst into laughter, Suzanne laughing the loudest. It was plain to see that she did not take what she was taking very seriously.
"Prove me wrong and change your plans, both of you," she said.
"What did you have in mind?" asked Marie.
"Joey, over there," answered Suzanne, pointing, "has taken a liking to Gregory. So you are both invited to join us in a little amusement we have planned."
Marie looked at Greg. Considering they way they were feeling, it was the most hysterical proposal she'd ever heard of. Greg burst into a fit of laughter. Marie felt her cheeks flame red from laughter and excitement.
"Thanks, Suzanne dear," said Greg, affectionately toussling her hair, "but we have other plans."
Marie giggled. Suzanne smiled at her. She smiled back. They laughed.
"Well, maybe Marie wants to come," she teased. Suzanne realized that neither of them wanted to come.
"I don't think so," said Marie, still laughing.
"Well, alright then," she replied, "but I bet we have a better time."
Suzanne gave a little wave goodbye, then walked off with Joey, eyes twinkling with excitement "She's really sweet," said Gregory to Marie, as they walked arm in arm to the apartment across the hall.
"By the way," said Marie, I hope you don't mind a sagging mattress. My bed is so old you can hear the planks underneath creaking."
"I'm sure I won't feel a thing," said Greg, aggressively.
"I'll make sure you'll feel something," she said. "Don't worry."
"I'm not," he said, squeezing her closer.
Marie slipped her hand down the back of his pants. The tips of her fingers began to sensuously rub his bare top ass flesh. Greg felt high sky-rocketing flashes shoot up his bowels.
He looked at her, tenderly.
He went to kiss her. Just as his hot lips were panting close to hers, they heard laughter and voices as the door to Marie's apartment opened. Charlotte and Anne were laughing and chatting as they made their way back to the party.
"Oh, hi you two," said Charlotte. She was a little drunk. She and Anne had been celebrating the beginning of bisexuality with some bourbon. She looked at Marie with interest.
"I see you've been having a good time," she said.
"Yea," said Marie. Gregory just smiled.
"Me too," said Charlotte. Anne looked bright and happy.
"Well we'll be running along now," Greg suddenly said.
"Look," said Charlotte to Anne, "they're dying to go fuck."
Marie and Greg laughed.
"See you around Anne," said Greg, as he and Marie entered the apartment.
As soon as the door had shut behind them, Greg took Marie in his arms and pressed her excited, trembling body close to his. His frantic hot lips burned her face and neck. His hot breath fell upon her face.
Marie shuddered in desire as her lips bit into his succulent neck. Greg felt his knees go weak as her pearly hard teeth perforated his neck skin. Greg's body went limp over her as she sucked the blood from his vein.
As they fell to the ground in passion, Greg felt for the lock. He didn't want to be disturbed. He pushed Marie on her back and pulled at her dress. Her hands were sensuously stroking his face.
Greg opened the zipper of Marie's dress as he put one of his legs in between Marie's. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his leg. Greg pulled the dress down so that Marie was naked from the waist up. Her round fleshy tits dangled in his face.
Greg grasped for the hard throbbing nipples, squeezing them with his fingers. He buried his nose in the valley between her two massive mounts, licking her slopes with his hot eager tongue. Marie cringed with delight.
She tightened the grasp around his leg, pressing her pussy closer and closer to his hot flesh. She wished she could feel the flesh inside right next to her skin, instead off through her stocings and his pants.
Marie reached for the zipper of Greg's pants. He was sucking on her tit, chewing on it like a baby. She pulled open his fly and slipped her hand under his short. His big thick dick felt nice and warm.
"Let's take our clothes off," said Greg.
Marie didn't say a word. She twisted away from him; lifting her ass, she pulled off her pantyhose and panties. She flung them aside. Greg was quickly removing his clothing. His shirt was open and his his shoes and socks lay scattered. He was slipping the tight jeans from his ass. Marie tossed her dress by her pantyhose, then crawled over to him.
Greg wasn't wearing anything except his open shirt. She put her hands on his chest and removed the shirt from his body. Then she picked up his prick with her hands.
She kissed the hot throbbing member, rubbing and caressing it as her mouth roamed up and down its shaft. Greg growled like an animal. His hot dick was growing hard and enormous--soon it was bulging and throbbing with immense proportions.
Marie tickled his jiggling balls, feeling the sensitive flesh with her fingers. She roamed her fingers through the thick hairy patch of harr, moaning as she put the tip of his dick in her mouth.
Greg was groaning with pleasure.
"Oh baby, keep doing that," he moaned. "Oh, it feels so good...."
Marie felt hot shots of licking desire shoot up her spine. Twinges of pleasure flowed through her veins. She took the seething prick and pulled it to her hungry mouth. She eagerly sucked on the red-hot sizzler.
Greg stuck his finger in the crack of her ass as she furiously blew his thick big dick. Marie shuddered from the thrilling chills that swept her body.
She pulled her mouth off of his dick and slithered next to him, brushing her lithe body next to his. Marie rubbed her tingling breasts against his chest. Her thick brown nipples grew hard with excitement.
"Fuck me," she said, nibbling at his ear.
He rolled her over and crawled on top of her. Marie's hot body was moving and writhing under his warm flesh. She buried her head in his tender neck as his stiff throbbing dick neared the entranceway to her tingling cunt. The tip of his prick rubbed against her pulsing clit; he used it with the adeptness of a hand.
"Practice makes perfect," she muttered in his ear.
"What's that?" he asked breathlessly.
"You sure know how to use it," Marie replied.
Greg laughed. "Oh," he said, "you're no slouch yourself, you hot cunt."
"Let's see you stick it in already, you big hunk," said Marie.
Greg moved his thick hunk of male meat and found the vacuum in Marie's pussy. Sticking his dick inside, he let her suck him in. Marie wriggled her hips, moving the muscles in her cunt around his hot dick. Greg shivered with hot sensation.
"Oh baby," he said, biting her earlobe, "you sure know, how to move it."
Greg pushed his dick inside, as far as he could go. He could feel the muscles in her hot cunt twisting spasmodically against his thick chunky dick. He slowly rubbed his pulsing dick against her tunnel walls. Marie shivered and moaned with desire.
"Oh, oh," she said, in short little gasps. "Stick it in, further, harder; shove it all the way up."
Greg was slithering and writhing up on top of her. He shoved his dick further in her hot hole, ramming his seething hot stick as far in as he could get it.
"Are you thinking about God now?" he asked.
Marie laughed. "Not really," she said.
"What are you thinking of?" asked Greg, panting as he shoved is steaming dick in and Out of her hole.
"To be honest," she replied, "I was thinking that you're the best piece of cock I've ever had. Not the best cock, but the most proficient."
"I dig fucking women and making them feel good," he said.
"I can tell," said Marie, "and it feels fantastic."
"Oh baby," he said, "you make me feel so good."
Hot stabbing flashes of pleasure shot through his brain as they rhythmically rocked on the floor. His thick seething dick was sizzling with delight. Hot crashes of shattering pleasure stabbed his cock. Greg felt like he was melting into Marie's body.
Marie moaned in passion as Greg wriggled and writhed on top of her. His hot sizzling cock was shooting up her hole. Marie felt hot twinges of sharp delight crackle in her pussy tunnel. Greg's balls were rubbing against her clit. Shrill tingles of excitment, like high flute notes, beamed out from her clit, spreading to the surrounding pussy flesh. Soon, her entire pussy was buzzing with hot electric excitement.
Marie could hear the music from the party, low and distant, but audible. The shrill electric notes of the guitar stabbed through her being. The slashing electric chords seared through her body. The muscles in her hot cunt pulled and stretched with desire.
Her hot sizzling pussy was throbbing with passion. Hot waves of spasmodic delight swept through her wanton body. Marie trembled with excitment.
"No, don't leave me," she moaned, as she felt Greg start to slip from her hot tight muscles.
"I won't," he replied, taking a deep breath and plunging in more firmly. He buried his cock deeply inside her sizzling abyss.
Marie was drowning in the waves of desire, lost in the forest of delight. The cracking hot guitar sizzled in her brain, then her cunt. It all became one and the same, the hot dick, the seething music, the panting of Greg's hot heart. Marie lost herself in an oblivion of sensual experience.