Chapter 5
Nearly a week passed before Valarie finally agreed to send Donna out on a new assignment, and then only with the greatest sense of reluctance. The almond-eyed girl had wanted to be absolutely certain that the honey-blonde was completely recovered both emotionally and physically from her experience with the fat man ... and it wasn't until Donna had threatened to go out on the street and drum up a little business on her own that Valarie finally swung into action.
Lewis Ginsberg. M.D., and his wife, Naomi, lived in a huge, rambling ranch house on a two-hundredacre estate about twenty miles south of Cutter College. Donna was more than a little nervous as she left the cab and marched up to the front door of the home. She pressed the bell and after a moment, an extremely attractive woman with gray, almost white hair answered the door ... and the golden-one's heart. Valarie had said that the Ginsbergs were an older couple, but Donna expected to find someone in their late forties or early fifties ... and it was obvious that this woman who smiled up at her so pleasantly would never see sixty again. She was dressed in a smartly tailored pants-suit, and the pale blue material seemed to match her eyes perfectly-even down to the zestful sort of twinkling quality that appeared to radiate from them. "May I help you?"
"Well, I ... ah ... Mrs. Ginsberg?"
"Yes," the woman said. "Well ... Valarie sent me!"
"Oh, yes ... yes," the woman said. "You must be the party my son and his wife are expecting. They're out at the pool. Come, I'll show you how to get there."
The swimming pool turned out to be an Olympic sort of thing, set in the middle of a monstrously large patio made of flagstone and covered by a huge geodesic dome made of some sort of transparent plastic material. Four mercury vapor lamps bathed the area in a light very nearly as bright as day ... and it felt as warm as August under the dome.
A tall, svelte woman with black hair that hung down to her buttocks got up from a chaise lounge to greet Donna and the older woman. She was very dark, with huge, wide-set eyes, high, Oriental sort of cheekbones, a thin, aqualine nose, and full, moist, ripely pouty lips. She had on a pink bikini swimsuit ... and Donna decided that there were at least two things about her that were immediately obvious: (1) she wasn't yet forty years old, and (2) her breasts were full and firm and vibrant, beautifully cone-shaped and excitingly alive ... so alive that they seemed to leap out at the golden-one.
"You must be Donna," she said, and took the honeyblonde by the hand ... and Donna felt a shiver of excitement begin to race through her body. "Yes, I ... I...."
"I'm afraid that she thought that I was you," the older woman said with a sigh, and then smiled. "And I don't mind admitting at this very moment that I wish I were." She patted the golden-one lovingly on the behind and sighed again. "Oh, well ... have a good time, kids. I'm off to the wicked city. My sister, Gert, and I are going to take in the latest sexploitation flick at the Eros and then visit this all-night masseuse parlor Gert knows about. They're supposed to have a young French Canadian kid there with a tongue like velvet. I sure hope so because I'm so horny I'm about to explode. Tell Lewis I said goodbye, will you? See you...."
"Mother is really something else," the younger Mrs. Ginsberg said as she led the honey-blonde to the edge of the pool. "She's sixty-eight years old ... and she wasn't kidding about being horny. It seems to be a constant condition with her. Lewis's father died about five years ago and since then ... well, she's tried just about everything. Men her own age seem to have a problem getting it up ... at least as frequently as she wants and apparently needs, and she feels that the younger men she's taken up with were really only interested in her money. The poor thing! Anyway, she must have at least a dozen different mechanical things ... vibrating dildos and such, and I'm certain that the manager of every rub-and-suck joint within a fifty-mile radius of the old homestead here knows her on a first-name basis. Really, she must hit three or four of those places every month."
"Rub and suck...?"
"You know ... those masseuse parlors!"
"Oh...."
"Well, Mother is simply not the type to stay at home and sit in a rocker. She's ... well, she's really quite an amazing person. I mean, how many mothers do you know who would accept a bisexual as a daughter-in-law?"
"I ... I can't think of one," Donna said, and tried to laugh. "Wow, this ... well, this whole thing has really got my head spinning...."
"I suppose we do take a bit of getting use to," the woman said, and grinned. "Hey ... how about a drink? Lewis made up a batch of some vodka-based thing ... gimlet, I think it's called, and it's really quite nice. Delicious! And speaking of that husband of mine, I wonder where he's taken his skinny bod off to again? He was here a minute before you arrived. I ... listen, Donna ... why don't you pour yourself a drink while I go and see if I can round him up? The vodka stuff is in a pitcher ... or, if you prefer, there are soft drinks there as well. You should find ice and glasses and ... you know, all the things you're likely to need right there. Okay, Donna...?"
"I'm sorry, but ... where did you say all this stuff was at?" Donna said. "I ... I seemed to have missed that part of the conversation."
"You didn't miss it, Donna," the woman said, and chuckled, uneasily. "I didn't toss it. How stupid of me! You'll find everything over there," she said, and pointed. "See! On that round table there ... the white one, dear, with the big canopy over it?"
The woman was obviously quite anxious to get to the house ... and the honey-blonde felt a bit sheepish, out of her element and nervous.
"Take all the time you...." but before Donna was able to complete the thing she had wanted to say the woman was already on her way toward the house. The golden-one watched her as she went, fascinated by the free and rippling swing of the older woman's round, pert, meaty buttocks as they seemed to roll and twist beneath the wisp of pink material that ... well, that partially covered that part of her thin, softly curving anatomy. The honey-blonde began to squirm, the muscles within her vagina quivering ... and the aroma of her musk suddenly filled the air as the juices down within her fiery cauldron began to flow in anticipation of the session that lay ahead.
She was about halfway through with the drink she had made herself-half gimlet and half ginger ale, when the younger Mrs. Ginsberg returned. There was a look of quiet frustration on the older woman's face, quiet but intense.
"Business," she said with a weary sort of shrug, and then refilled Donna's glass and poured a gimlet for herself. "Some damn motel deal he's working on. I swear, Donna, it's really a drag having a husband in medicine, but when you throw in the fact that he's also a frustrated financial empire builder ... well, it really gets to be a ... I don't have the words to describe it. I hardly ever get to see him. I mean, I've been looking forward to tonight for days and ... well, there he is, glued to that damn phone. Say, how about climbing out of your things?"
"Huh....?"
"Your clothing, Donna," the woman said.
"Aren't we going to wait for...."
"Oh, sure ... certainly," the woman said, "but I thought we might take a little dip in the pool while we're waiting for him. He promised he'd only be another ten minutes or so, but ... well, his concept of time is lousy. Really lousy. He may be another hour. C'mon, I'd love to see what you look like in the ... the all-together, anyway. I've got a real thing about blondes and ... oh, my old puss feels like a bomb that is about to explode."
Donna looked up into the older woman's dark eyes. "I ... I know the feeling," she said.
"Yeah, I had the feeling that you did," the older woman said, the look of frustration easing from her face to be replaced by a ripe and sprawling glow of lust.
Donna stood up, her eyes searching around the area for a cabana or something ... a place where she might disrobe and then Mrs. Ginsberg began to wiggle her way out of her bikini. Donna shrugged-when in Rome, she said to herself-and began to fumble with the catch at the back of her dress.
"Here, I'll help you, dear...."
"Oh ... thank you, Mrs. Ginsberg. I...."
"The name is Naomi, Donna, and ... there," she said, a rich and fiery tremor of anticipation in her voice, as she finally succeeded in zipping down the dress. "And Lewis, if that rat-fink ever shows up, is Lewis ... not Doctor or Mister Ginsberg. All right...?"
"If that's the way you want it," Donna said, and began to wiggle her way teasingly out of her dress. She had to stifle a giggle as she heard Naomi gasp for air ... and then she unfastened her bra and freed her huge, pear-shaped breasts. The nipples there were already hard and pulsing, glowing angrily with a deep, ruby sort of redness, alive and screaming with need and desire.
"How ... how very beautiful you are," Naomi said.
"Thank you...."
There was another loud, crackling sort of gasp from the older woman as the golden-one slipped out of her half-slip and panties ... and then Naomi had her by the hand. She felt herself being pulled along the flagstone, being half-led and half-dragged to the edge of the swimming pool.
"You do swim, don't you, Donna?"
"Oh ... oh, sure," Donna replied, and then she found herself falling through space ... and the water of the pool seemed to rush up to greet her, and soon her entire body was enveloped in the cooling wetness. Her toes touched the bottom of the pool and she kicked off, sending her body upward ... and then her head broke the surface of the water and she stopped there, treading water as she tried to catch her breath.
"Naomi...?"
"Here I am, Donna. Behind you...."
The older woman eased her way up behind the honey-blonde and wrapped her arms around her waist ... and Donna had to fight to keep her balance. It was a fight she seemed to enjoy waging, however, and she soon found herself responding wildly to the touch of Naomi's hands as they began to explore every nook and cranny of her body.
"Oh, Naomi...." "Yes, I know ... oh, Donna ... baby...."
"Your touch, it's so wonderful," Donna said. "Really, like nothing I've ever experienced before. I love it ... I really love it!"
"The pleasure is really mine," Naomi said. "Your body, it's so ... so golden...."
She freed one of her hands and cupped it over one of Donna's huge, throbbing breasts ... and after a while she began to knead the nipple there between her thumb and forefinger. That bit of hard, angry flesh soon began to swell, screaming with joy and threatening to explode. The honey blonde felt as if her head was spinning like a top ... and she found herself experiencing a strange and most delightful sort of sensation-produced by the hard and pulsing nipples of Naomi's breasts as they pressed ever-so-lightly against Donna's back, turning the flesh there to a mass of rippling goose flesh. The golden-one began to moan ... and the older woman began to moan, too, and Donna was just about to turn around and face her tormentor when....
"Hey," cried a rich and cultured male voice, "did the two of you decide to start without me?"
Donna looked up at the naked body of Lewis Ginsberg, a painfully thin, almost ethereal man in his middle forties with a wild shock of long, unkept, wiry hair. He had big ears which protruded from the sides of his head like the handles on a jug, a long, hooked nose, and the sad, dark eyes of a beagle ... but there was a wide and infectious sort of smile on his lips, a radiant thing that very quickly made one forget all about his homeliness. Donna was unable to take her eyes off his manhood. It dangled heavily between his thin, deeply bowed legs ... its huge, bulbous head ending a mere scant inch or so from the top of his bony knees.
"Darling," Naomi said with a loud and obviously affected sigh of frustration, "has anyone ever told you that your sense of timing is not always what it might be?"
"Why, I believe I've heard you mention that little flaw in my character a time or two, my dear," he said, an undercurrent of mirth in his voice. "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, on some rather rare occasions, I've even heard you say that my sense of timing ... how was it you put it? The phrasing was so perfect! Oh, yes ... you said my timing sucks!"
"And this is one of those times...."
"So good of you to say so, my dear ... and now would you be so kind as to introduce me to this bit of golden fluff you were, I believe, in the process of seducing when I so rudely and thoughtlessly interrupted you, oh sweet and noble, wonderful light of my life?"
"Would it do me any good to say no?"
"My head might be put off by your words, noble lady, but this ... this," he said and began to twirl his manhood around and around in his hand, " ... this hunk of meaty flesh will not be so easily stayed, I'm afraid. Once awakened, it refuses to submit itself to my will...."
"You're trying to tell me that it has a head of its own, my darling?"
"Oh, God, Naomi," the man said, "that was terrible!"
"Not even an V for effort?"
"You'll get nothing ... nothing ... not until I've learned the name of this lovely plaything!"
"Okay ... this is Donna. Donna, that stick of would-be comic-relief is my husband, Lewis...."
"Hi," Donna said.
"At your service, my lady," the good doctor said, and then bowed deeply from the waist, doffing an imaginary hat high above his head. "Would you prefer that I join the two of you there in the water or ... or are we going to do the sensible thing and move this circus to surroundings more in keeping with the festive nature of this get-together. That is to say, why in the name of blue blazes don't we use the playground? Isn't that why we had it built?"
"Playground?" Donna said.
"Oh, yes," Naomi said. "You've really got to see it. Besides, Lewis can't swim a stroke ... and he just might end up drowning all three of us if we were to remain here."
"Let's go," Donna said.
The playground turned out to be a huge room in the basement of the house. A twelve feet by twelve feet water bed was set right in the middle of the room ... and the walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors.
"The john is in there," Naomi said, and jerked her thumb toward a narrow, mirror-covered door at the far end of the room. "Just in case you ... you know, before we get down to some serious lovemaking."
Donna managed to shake her head, no.
"Well, in that case, my dear," Lewis said as he curled the fingers of one of his hands around the shank of his manhood, "what say you nibble on this for a while?"
The honey-blonde watched in delicious fascination as the older woman dropped to her knees in front of her husband and then began to rub her face up against his suddenly erect and pulsing penis, purring away like a kitten. Naomi planted a wet and slurpy sort of kiss on the head of that monster and then drew a rather sizable hunk of it up into her mouth and began to suck away merrily at it.
"Oh," Lewis cried. "Oh, lover...."
The scene soon had Donna's vagina dripping with a moist and gooey sense of expectation. It seemed to her that the older woman really loved having her husband's tool in her mouth. There was a look of pure ecstasy on Naomi's face ... and the male member of the trio seemed to be in some sort of rapture. He stood with his eyes closed, his back arched and his hands balled into fists and pressed firmly into his hips.
"Hey, what about me?" Donna cried.
"Yes, I think it's time we moved the action to the bed," Lewis said, and opened his eyes. "But, oh, lover, how good that mouth of yours feels...."
Naomi didn't move, at least not for a very, very long ten seconds. She had a strange, impish sort of look on her face, as if she were reluctant to give up her little plaything ... but finally she allowed that hunk of tortured meat to slip from between her lips. She looked up into her husband's face, her bottom lip stuck out and trembling in a cartoon of a little-girl pout.
Lewis let out a scream like a banshee and then dove onto the water bed. The women dove right in after him ... and it was the longest time before the rolling water under them settled down enough for them to do much more than giggle and laugh and explore one another's bodies with their hands.
It was Donna who made the first definitive move.
She crawled over to Lewis and settled herself down into the pie-wedge shape of open bed that lay between his outstretched legs. She lowered her face down slowly against his manhood ... and immediately that roll of hard and angry flesh began to flutter and jerk. An evil little grin settled on the honeyblonde's face and then she flicked her tongue out and began to run the tip of it all around and around the swollen sac of purplish-brown flesh which contained the agony that was his convulsing testicles. The man responded as if someone had dropped a sparkling electrical wire down into his lap. He began to squirm, squealing ... and after a moment he began to cry out in joy as his buttocks began to twist and roll.
"Oh, Donna ... oh ... how beautiful...."
Naomi decided that it was time for her to join the action. She, too, buried her head down in between her husband's legs ... and she and the honey-blonde were soon in the process of making a nameless little game of their pleasant task, each one trying to outdo the other in what Lewis quickly decided had to be the greatest bit of oral stimulation he had ever experienced.
The women had strangely different styles.
While Donna kissed and nibbled and licked away wildly at the shank of the man's tortured penis, Naomi merely parted her lips a bit and drew a patch of the skin covering his testicles up into her mouth and began to suck away at it tenderly, lovingly, her lips and tongue working away loudly in a wild and beautiful sort of rhythm.
Donna licked her way up to the top of that hard and meaty shaft and then opened her lips and drew the head of that angry monster up into her mouth ... and then she began to run the flat of her tongue against the face of that tool, utilizing a twisting, rolling sort of stroke, pausing every now and again to dig the tip of her tongue down into the tiny hole there in the center of the face.
"Oh, Donna ... Naomi ... oh...."
Lewis groped blindly in the air with one of his hands until at last he made contact with feminine flesh. It was his wife's full, cone-shaped breast ... and immediately he began to play with the nipple there, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until he felt it spark with fire and begin to quake, like a volcano that was about to erupt.
He filled the fingers of his free hand with the soft and pliant meat of Donna's buttocks, and then began to knead the flesh there into an angry sort of tenderness ... and all the while the women continued with the production of the fiercely strange and wonderful miracle that was beginning to take place there between his outstretched legs.
"Oh, Naomi," he cried. "Oh, Donna...."
Donna began to moan, deeply within her throat, as spunk began to seep from the lips of her vulva. It rolled down her inner thighs, collecting in thick and heavy layers of hot and syrupy goo. Naomi experienced pretty much the same sort of thing ... and soon the air in the room was heavy with the aroma of their combined musk, their collective need and desire seemingly amplified, the whole somehow greater than the parts, screaming out in a wet and glistening sort of anguish.
"If you ladies would move those beautiful behinds up this way," Lewis said, his voice little more than a harsh and raspy whisper, "I just might be able to do something about the problem ... er, problems I sense seem to have developed down in your pussies."
Immediately, the women began to move their tailends up toward his mouth, squirming and wiggling, each one moving at a slow and careful pace ... Naomi on his right, Donna on his left. The good doctor really began to moan. It seemed to him that it was taking the women forever to get into position ... and the mere thought of sending his hot and heavy tongue corckscrewing up into their dripping vaginas had him panting in wild anticipation, like a big and shaggy dog fighting the summer heat. Finally, they were both at the end of their little journey ... and they had made the transfer without either of them missing so much as a single stroke of their lips and tongues against his rippling penis and screaming testicles. Lewis sent his tongue boldly up into Naomi's vagina and very quickly began to whip it around inside the quivering walls of her sizzling cauldron. He really seemed to savor the thick and heavy, melon-like sweetness of her spunk. His lips smacked away wildly, like a connoisseur sampling a rare and vintage wine ... and then the older woman began to roll her hips in undulation, sliding the tortured lips of her vulva rapidly back and forth, back and forth against his wet and fiery mouth.
He gave his wife's vagina a quick kiss in parting and then rolled his head over to Donna's side. The golden-one's whole body seemed to be screaming in anticipation of Lewis's tongue ... and the good doctor hesitated for a moment, enjoying her sense of torment, before he finally sent his wet invader darting on up into the hot and steaming cave of love that was her convulsing vagina. Donna, too, began to moan, her hips sliding slowly from side-to-side in a controlled sort of rhythm ... a rhythm designed to bring her quickly to the raw and naked edge of orgasm, and then she felt that thick and hard tormentor begin to withdraw from the mass of screaming flesh and muscle that was the inner walls of her vagina and a moment later she heard Naomi cry out in a fierce and sprawling sense of joyous rapture.
The little period of waiting each woman had to endure while Lewis was busy at the vagina of the other seemed to actually intensify their pleasure ... and soon their entire bodies seemed to be alive with need and desire, trembling with a wild and reckless sort of excitement, their moaning and crying like some strange sort of jungle music, heavy with the hard and throbbing rhythm of drums.
The good doctor felt altogether too close to climax, his toes snapped away crazily against one another-always a telltale sign that he was about to give up his load of thick and heavy love-juice-and lights began to flash wildly in his head.
"Oh, Donna ... Naomi," he cried. "Oh, I ... I...."
It seemed as if Donna read his mind, and-without a word of explanation being said, she allowed the head of his manhood to slip from between her lips. A little shudder of resignation rippled its way through her body and then she began to lick and nibble and kiss her way down the underside of his screaming tool ... down, down, down, onto his testicles, and then she parted her lips and took a chunk of that sac of sprawling agony up into her mouth and began to suck away at it. Naomi, too, continued to nibble and suck and lick away madly ... and an unspoken agreement was reached, each woman mapping out a part of his screaming scrotum that was her exclusive territory, roughly divided by the thick steam in the middle of the sac, where the other wasn't to touch.
"Oh, darlings," Lewis cried. "It's so wonderful. Oh, it ... it's really beautiful...."
"Wait a minute," Naomi said. "I ... well, I've got an idea I'd like to try out. Is it okay with the two of you if I sort of act as director of this production for a while?"
"Let's hear the idea first," Lewis said.
Donna raised her head, looked down into the glazed eyes of the good doctor and then winked, impishly ... and Lewis shrugged, affecting a sense of helplessness, of having been overwhelmed by some sort of female conspiracy, that he didn't really feel.
"I can't fight the both of you," he said.
"Okay, Donna," Naomi said, "what I want you to do is sit down on Lewis's penis ... you know, sort of take it up into your dripping love hole."
The honey-blonde got up on her knees, worked her way into a kneeling position above the man's hips and then started to settle herself down easily onto his pelvic area ... but Naomi began to shake her head and Donna pulled up short, the wet and pulsing lips of her vagina less than an inch away from the head of Lewis's bobbing manhood.
"What's wrong...?"
"I think ... yeah, that's it ... I need you facing the other way, Donna," the older woman said. "You know, so that you and my sweet hubby are both facing up at me ... with your tail sort of resting on his belly and ... yeah, yeah ... that's the way I want you!"
Donna made a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn and once again began to lower her vagina down over that staff of hard and agonized meat that was Lewis's penis. It took a bit of doing, but after a while she was able to fit all of his monstrous tool up into her fiery cauldron ... and then she just sort of leaned backward, slow and easy, until she was able to tuck the top of her head up under the good doctor's bony chin.
Lewis slipped one of his hands up under her arm and cupped the fingers of that hand over one of her quivering breasts, catching the nipple there between his thumb and forefinger in the process. Donna sighed, marveling at the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing at the moment. She shuddered and sort of twisted her head to one side ... and Lewis immediately kissed her ear, whispering that the golden-one had a beautifully tight vagina, and then he sent his tongue corkscrewing down into her ear. Donna cried out with a sense of joy that was awesome, almost frightening in intensity and range.
Naomi looked down at her handiwork and smiled with satisfaction ... and then she slowly lowered her lips and tongue down into the place where Lewis's manhood was beginning to slide easily in and out, in and out of the golden-one's wet and fluttering cave of love. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth, crackling with energy, and then she began to slide the tip of it slowly over that mass of hard and swollen flesh that contained her husband's stones.
"Oh, Naomi...."
The good doctor's testicles were dripping with saliva before Naomi moved the attention of her busily working lips and tongue on up to the half-inch of his manhood that wasn't stuffed down inside Donna's bubbling cauldron. She lapped away crazily at that bit of root for the longest time ... and then she began to ease the tip of her pink invader upwards, up, up, traveling at a snail pace along the goo-flooded lips of the honey-blonde's vulva. She began to root under the thick folds of puffy flesh at the top of the entrance to the golden-one's cave, hunting for the tiny mountain of explosive pink flesh she knew she would find there ... and even Lewis was able to pinpoint the exact moment the older woman's tongue found its target, for Donna began to squirm and bounce about wildly and the muscles within her vagina drew incredibly tight around that part of his tortured meat which lay happily captive within that wet and trembling prison.
"Naomi ... Naomi," the honey-blonde cried. "Oh, it's so nice ... so heavenly wonderful, lover. Oh, yes ... suck on my clit, lover. Suck ... suck ... pull it out by the root, Naomi, only please don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh, it feels so ... so ... oh, lover...."
"Fantastic," Lewis moaned.
Donna cupped her hands around the older woman's head and gently drew her lips and tongue tighter and tighter against the raw and fiery mass of syrupy flesh formed by the union of her vagina with Lewis's penis Naomi eased her fingers around her husband's testicles and began to play with them, squeezing them gently, lovingly, as her lips and tongue continued to lick and tug at Donna's clitoris. The action of the older woman's mouth seemed to have transformed the honey-blonde's bubbling cauldron into a great and powerful sucking machine ... and the muscles within that dark and sticky world moved like some wild thing: tugging, rolling, rubbing, sliding and swirling against the hard and angry hunk of meat that was the good doctor's convulsing manhood.
"Oh. I'm so close ... so close," Donna cried.
She was there, on the thin, razor edge of a great and sprawling orgasm ... and Lewis could feel it take life in the very tips of her toes as they began to wiggle and snap. It seemed to shoot up the insides of her legs, crackling like a series of lightning bolts ... and then it thundered into her thighs, setting the flesh there to quivering, and on into her buttocks, building up a final head of steam for the final wild rush to her vagina ... Donna sucked in a deep, deep breath of air, shuddering, and then she began to scream out her joy for all the world to hear.
"I ... oh, Lewis ... Naomi, I'm there ... I'm really there, lovers ... lovers, I'm ... oh ... oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming ... oh, sweet ... sweet mother of mercy, I ... I'm cumminggggggGGgggggGgggg...."
It was all that Lewis could do to hold her.
She thrashed about on top of him like some insane thing, her body rippling and jerking with spasms
... and then Lewis began to cry and scream as his manhood popped out of the golden-one's vagina and she was thrashing about so wildly that he was unable to get it back inside that wet and wonderful world of quivering flesh.
"Donna ... Naomi ... someone," he cried. "Oh, please ... oh, baby, Naomi ... do something. Please, please ... oh, lover, I'm in such pain. Really, it ... it ... oh, Naomi ... Naomi...."
The older woman seemed not to hear her husband's feverish plea, as if every last ounce of energy she possessed was being utilized to drain every last delicious drop of climax from the honey-blonde's clitoris.
His testicles screamed out in agony, growing louder and louder with each passing moment ... but neither of the women seemed to pay the least bit of attention to their frantic protest. The good doctor tried to move his hand into a position where he might curl his own fingers around the shank of his screaming manhood and bring himself to climax, but Donna was still thrashing about so wildly ... and her movements prevented his hand from reaching its target. The muscles within his belly began to convulse and knot, and after a while he was no longer able to fight back the tears which had welled up in his eyes.
"Donna ... Naomi," he cried. "Listen to me ... the pain ... oh, God, the pain...."
The last vestiges of Donna's orgasm finally worked their way up and out of her vagina and she felt limp, drained of every last drop of energy ... and it was the longest time before the spinning in her head slowed down enough so that she became aware of the anguish the man lying under her seemed to be suffering at the moment.
"What is it, Lewis?" she said.
"I ... I didn't make it," he cried. "And ... oh, the pain, Donna. Please, please ... help me!"
The golden-one worked herself up into a sitting position, and she began to scoot her rump back onto the doctor's chest ... and she was just about to lower her head and take his screaming manhood up into her mouth when Naomi stopped her.
"Wait ... wait," the older woman cried. "There's something else I'd like to try! Another idea ... and I'm certain that Lewis will love this one...."
"Naomi," Lewis said in a harsh whisper of raspy pain, "I ... oh, damn, woman, you have no idea how much pain I am in at the moment. Please, please ... let me dump this load I'm carrying into some hole ... any old thing will do, and then we can talk about ... whatever it is you want to try at the moment!"
"Don't be silly, Lewis," Naomi said, and sprawled out on her back, next to her husband. "This idea is perfect for the situation we find ourselves in right now."
Lewis groaned, trembling with an awesome sense of pain and frustration.
"I want you to sit on my belly, darling," the older woman said. "All you need do, oh love of my life, is lay that beautiful tool of yours down in the valley between my breasts ... and then mother-Naomi is going to get rid of her little boy's nasty-wasty pain for him...."
Lewis knelt down over his wife's belly, assuming a position where his knees could carry most of the weight of his body, with the head of his penis nestled right in the middle of the twin, darkly capped mountain peaks that were his wife's firm and ripely proud breasts.
"Isn't that nice?" Naomi said.
Lewis managed to nod his head, his face twisted up in response to the great and horrible pain that whipped away at his thin, frail body.
"Please, lover," he cried. "Make me cum...."
Naomi balled her hands into fists, pressed those fists into the outer sides of her breasts, enveloping her husband's manhood in the soft and fluttering flesh of her mammaries ... and then she began to roll those fantastic things around his roll of agonized meat, creating a beautiful sort of friction as she rubbed and twisted and squeezed.
"Baby," Lewis cried. "Baby, baby...."
The flesh covering the older woman's breasts seemed to come alive, an awesome and beautiful monster, fluttering and vibrating against the hard, jerking agony that was her husband's penis. He raised up a bit on his knees, his hips beginning to roll easily from side-to-side ... and then he began to slide his tortured manhood back and forth, back and forth all along the long valley that lay soft and wet and warm between his wife's billowy glands.
"Oh, Naomi...."
Suddenly, the older woman pulled her fists away from the sides of her breasts and the soft and vibrating world that had held his penis so willingly captive no longer existed. Lewis's lips moved in the most frantic sort of way, but no intelligible sounds came from his mouth ... and then his wife dug the tips of her fingers into the stringy meat of his buttocks and began to urge his body forward. At first the good doctor seemed confused, unable to read her nonverbal communication, but then his eyes caught the action of her moist, pouty mouth as the lips there puckered and rolled, wordlessly pleading for contact with his hard and screaming manhood ... and then he raised up a bit more on his knees, filled each of his hand with a patch of her dark, dark hair and then eased the head of his hot and convulsing tool down into her hungry mouth.
Her lips began to make loud sucking noises, noises that were very quickly drowned out by the wild and frantic moaning of the doctor. He began to move, to ride high, recklessly in a harsh and wild sort of rhythm, thrusting just a bit more of his throbbing penis down into her mouth and throat with each new downward stroke of his rolling hips and grinding pelvis ... and after a while he had all of that great and pulsing monster down inside her mouth, the head buried deeply within her throat while the root was held captive by the firm and wetly wonderful pressure of her lips. His testicles slapped up against her chin rhythmically ... and there was something in their movement which seemed to hypnotize the honey-blonde. She watched them, fascinated by their wild and sprawling sort of churning, as Lewis began to pump his organ in and out of the older woman's mouth ... watched as he lifted his skinny tail up into the air and then shot his pelvis forward, again and again and again, and she knew in some inexplicable sort of way that each of them were hoping that he could hold back his climax for a very long time. She wanted more than anything to join them, to become a part of the great and beautiful thing that seemed to be taking place between them.
"Oh, Naomi ... darling," Lewis cried. "Oh, lover ... oh, what a wonderful mouth you have."
The good doctor seemed very nearly on the verge of tears.
Suddenly, he felt something warm and wet flick its way boldly across the puckering rim of his anus ... and he began to cry out in joy, needing to let the entire world know that he was engrossed in the experience of a lifetime. Donna had found a way to join the good doctor and his wife ... and the honey blonde wasted precious little time in sinking the tip of her tongue down into that dark and forbidden world.
"Oh, Donna," Lewis cried. "Naomi...." Drums began to pound away in his head, and he knew that he would be unable to hold back the eruption of his climax for much longer ... and then it was all academic as it began to roar up out of his testicles, paused for a moment that seemed to be several lifetimes long, and his seed began to thunder from the tiny eye in the face of his penis.
His head felt like a spinning top, whirling about at such a rapid pace that he was unable to maintain his upright position ... and he began to kneel over to one side, ending up sprawled out on his back, exhausted and totally spent.
"Oh, look at my Samson," Naomi said, and giggled. "He's all tuckered out. Poor, poor baby. All of his strength has been sucked out of him. Poor thing. I'm afraid that my sweet, ever-loving man can't handle the really heavy action any longer ... and what a sad, sad thing that is...."
Both women laughed, began to giggle.
"Aw, fuck off," Lewis said. "The both of you...."
"Such language," Naomi said. "And from a doctor, too!"
"Wow ... oh ... what a climax. The intensity ... wow. Really. I can't ever remember having that sort of wild and free-swinging ejaculation before."
"Neither can I," Naomi said. "It feels like I've got your juice running out of my ears. Say, how long has it been since you last got your rocks off, anyway, husband of mine? I mean...."
"It's been about six hours," the doctor said, "and you bloody-well know it, too...."
"Oh, that's right. I was there...."
"Yeah, I ... I hope so!"
"But I wasn't there this time, lovey!"
"Huh...?"
Naomi stuck out her lower lips in a cartoon of a pout. "Well, you came ... and Donna came," she said, "but no one seems to be the least bit interested in the fact that I'm still carrying around a loud of unspent love-juice that would flood the Grand Coolie Dam. Really, I'm hurting...."
He rolled himself up on one elbow, groaning with pain, and then he began to make his way feebly toward his wife ... but Donna beat him to it. A fierce sort of heat seemed to steam its way up from the older woman's cauldron, and the aroma of her need was rich and heavy, thickly delicious ... and the honey-blonde began to shudder in anticipation.
Donna sent her tongue corkscrewing down into that fiery cauldron, lapping away wildly, intent on bringing the older woman to a great and satisfying climax, and after a moment she seemed to have most of her face wedged down with the wet walls of that pulsing cavern ... mouth and nose and chin. Naomi's spunk began to rise up in foaming clouds, pushing its way out of the dark and trembling cave of love in huge, thick and syrupy layers.
"My clit," she screamed. "Oh, Donna ... lover ... get my clit. Suck on it, baby ... please ... oh, please ... suck, suck, suck ... oh, how I want to feel your lips and tongue against that thing...."
As Donna began to root at the top of the entrance to the older woman's vagina, Naomi filled each of her hands with a hank of golden hair ... and she began to tug and jerk on those hanks, using them as if they were reins to guide the lips and tongue of the younger woman to where she wanted them ... her clitoris. Her fingers seemed to tighten into a death grip around Donna's head as she attempted to drive more, more, more of that hard and throbbing little button of magic against the flat of the honey-blonde's tongue ... and the younger woman began to experience an awesome feeling of absolute power as she played with that convulsing bit of meat in her mouth, teasing the older woman until she began to roll her hips from side-to-side and grind her wet and gooey vagina hotly up against her partner's face. Suddenly, Donna drew the tasty morsel up into her mouth, pulling it in as deeply as it would go, and then-while the pressure of her lips held it firmly in place, she began to swirl the tip of her tongue across the tip of that magical little mound of convulsing flesh. Naomi responded with a flurry of movements, crying out her sense of pleasure in a voice that was deep and raspy ... and then the golden-one slipped one of her fingers down into the sopping wetness of the older woman's vagina and began to slide it in and out, in and out, in and out of that fluttering cave. Naomi began to thrash about wildly, twisting and rolling, flapping like a fish out of water ... and then the bed under them began to pitch and roll, the water sloughing around in great and sudsy waves.
"Oh, Donna ... Donna, I'm there," Naomi cried. "I'm cumming, lover ... I'm ... oh, God, am I ever cumming ... I'm cumming, I'm cumming...."
The muscles within the inner walls of the older woman's vagina twisted and knotted and then began to snap, and Naomi let out a wild and blood-chilling sort of scream as her hot and fiery load of love-juice began to thunder up out of her screaming cauldron, covering Donna's face with a thick and rich layer of the syrupy gunk.
"Oh, lover ... lover...."
"From the look on my wife's face," Lewis said, "I'd say that you do pretty good work, young lady. Yes sir, pretty good work...."
"Thank you, kind sir...."
Naomi groaned, her body alive and dripping with sweat. "I ... I swear," she said, "I ... oh, lord ... I haven't stopped cumming yet. Really, it's ... oh...." Her whole body continued to twitch and vibrate as a seemingly endless series of hard little after-climaxes rippled their way back and forth, back and forth across her quivering flesh.
"Oh, Donna...."
Lewis's manhood was erect again, bobbing about with a fiery sense of renewed interest. Donna crawled over to him and dangled her huge, proud breasts down over his face ... and waited. "It's supper time, Lewis," Naomi said, and giggled. "And you know what they say about milk being nature's most nearly perfect food!"
The good doctor parted his lips and prepared to draw one of those huge, pulsing nipples into his mouth. He felt his wife's cooling fingers being wrapped around the shank of his penis. He groaned and began to lift his head up so that he might capture one of those hard, pink cones with his lips when suddenly the door to the room burst open and a slender and wide-eyed little child rushed into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes, as the trio moved about frantically, trying to cover their nakedness from the eyes of the child. Naomi and Donna crawled under the sheet ... Lewis took one of the pillow cases and held it like a loincloth out in front of him.
"What ... what is it, darling?" Naomi said. "What are you doing down here? Where's Freda?"
"I woke up and Freda was sleeping," the child said in a whine. "I want to play, too." Her eyes seemed to settle on Donna ... and the honey-blonde could feel herself begin to blush. "What's your name, pretty lady?"
"I'm Donna. What's your name?"
"Anna Louise Ginsberg," she said. "I'm six...."
"My, aren't you pretty?"
"I got two teeth out...."
"I noticed," Donna said. "But they'll grow back!"
"Don't you think you ought to go back to bed, baby?" Lewis said, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "It's nowhere near getting-up time for little people, sweetheart!"
"I want to play with you and Mommy and the pretty lady," the little one said. "Please, Daddy...."
"I'm afraid that this is a game that only adults can play, baby," Lewis said. "Tell you what, I'll give you a horse-back ride to your room. Would you like that?"
"Can I have a glass of milk first?"
"Certainly...."
"And a cookie?"
"Yes...."
Lewis stood up, tied the pillowcase around his hips and then checked his reflection in the mirror. He shook his head, shrugged, and then picked up his daughter and placed her on his shoulders and carried her from the room.
"She's never done that before," Naomi said. "This room has always been off-limits to her. And ... I swear, I'm going to fire that lazy Freda. She's our live-in baby-sitter ... but she really doesn't do a hell of a lot of sitting. Mostly, she stays glued in front of the television set and ... oh, I hope that this doesn't mess with her head. With little Anna, I mean. I've heard that these sorts of things sometimes play real hellish roles in a kid's development."
"I don't think so," Donna said.
"You think, huh?"
"I remember walking in on my parents when I was just about Anna's age," Donna said, and smiled. "They reacted pretty much the way we did tonight, rushing around and trying to cover themselves and ... oh, boy...."
"Did you know what they were doing?"
"Not really," Donna said. "It was years before I realized what it was I walked in on ... and even then it didn't turn out to be some big, traumatic thing. In fact, I remembered feeling a weird sort of pride at that moment. I mean, it felt good to know my parents were into that sort of thing."
"The situations aren't exactly the same," Naomi said, "In that there were three of us in bed here, and ... well, I'm pretty screwed up sexually, and I sure as hell don't want my kid going through all the torture I did."
"I ... I'm pretty confused," Donna said. "How is it that you're ... what you said?"
"Screwed up sexually?"
"Yeah; I mean, it seems to me that you're one of the most sexually liberated people I've ever met. Your husband, too. Well, there seems to be so much love and understanding between the two of you."
"Donna, I ... I...."
"Oh, look ... I didn't mean to pry into something that's really none of my business," Donna said. "It's just that I've been going through some pretty heavy changes on my own in the area of sex and sexual activity. Most of the kids at Cutter are into a sex-for-the-sake-of-sex bag and ... well, until quite recently, I was absolutely certain that sex was primarily an expression of love. Now ... well, I'm not so certain about it. I really don't know what I believe anymore."
Naomi took Donna's hand in hers, turned it over and gently kissed the opened palm. "I ... I don't know if I can explain my situation to you, Donna," she said. "Most people who know about these trios believe that they're for Lewis ... but really they're for me. I'm the one who needs them. He's my husband and I love him with a sense of desperation that's more than a little scary at times, but I'm unable to relate to him sexually on a one-to-one basis. It's not Lewis, I'd be that way with any man. It's true. The only way I can get it on with him is to have a third person, a female, join the two of us. Weird, huh?"
"Oh, wow...."
"And I can't seem to find any root cause," Naomi said, miserably. "I mean, I wasn't raped by my father when I was ten or something like that ... you know, all the crap that's usually associated with my sort of problem. I was twenty-three when I lost my cherry ... and it didn't scar me for life. As a matter-of-fact, the guy was a skilled and patient lover, just filled to the brim with tenderness. There wasn't any real pain about it either ... there just wasn't anything. It was a blah, a zero ... an absolute nothing. Several years later I had an affair with a girl who had been my roommate at college ... and I was twenty-seven, and that was the first time in my life I ever had an orgasm. We were pretty happy, that roommate and I but the gay world really turned me off. It was so damn phony. Besides, I wanted a home and kids ... yeah, the whole middle-class bit. For nearly a year and a half after the thing with my old roommate I went to bed with just about any male who would have me ... and there must have been a hundred of them. It was all the same-nothing, one great big zero after another. And then I met Lewis ... and it took me all of about ten seconds to decide that he was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Six weeks later we were married. I decided that I'd simply forget about sex ... at least in terms of any sort of pleasure for me. I'd let Lewis use my hole, as it were, but it didn't work out that way. That old roommate of mine came back into town ... and, well, we got it on. It felt so good, Donna, so ... so ... I don't know, so necessary, I guess. I mean, sexual involvement is a biological need in humans ... and to deny that need is against nature's plan. Anyway, my old roommate turned out to be but the first in a long series of homosexual affairs ... and then Lewis found out. God, but he was hurt. In fact, he tried to kill himself. We went to a head-shrinker and ... well, at least Lewis found out that I was very much in love with him and that the affairs had been the result of my need for sexual release. The shrink didn't seem to do us a whole lot of good ... and after a while we started experimenting with other things on our own. Finally, we hit upon the idea of involving a third person in our sexual activity and since that time everything has been cool, really great."
"So, I ... I'm here because my presence allows you and Lewis to express your love for one another," Donna said. "I mean, the sexual aspect of that love?"
"Right you are...."
"Boy, does that ever make me feel good!"
Both women had tears in their eyes. Donna took the older woman into her arms and held her tightly against her body. Naomi nestled her face against the lush softness of the golden-one's breasts and Donna began to stroke her long, black hair ... and they were still in that position when Lewis returned to the room about a half-hour later.
"She conned me into reading her a story before she would agree to go back to sleep," Lewis said, and climbed back onto the bed. "Now, let's see. Where were we at? Ah, yes, as I remember the situation, I was about to take one of Donna's little nipples into my mouth and...."
"I think we've had enough for tonight, Lewis," Naomi said. "I don't know ... I guess I've sort of lost the mood or something. You don't mind too terribly much, do you, darling?"
"Not at all...."
Dr. Ginsberg drove Donna back to her dorm. They sat in an awesome sort of silence most of the way. They were on the outskirts of Cutterville before either of them spoke.
"Valerie told my wife and I about the reason you ... why you're in the business," Lewis said, and slipped a legal size envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket. "Naomi and I want to help and so ... well, here," he said, and handed her the envelope. "It's a little more than we agreed on ... and I want to thank you-I don't know how to say it-for allowing my wife and I to ... to...."
"Share my body?" Donna said.
"No," the good doctor said. "For allowing us to share our love with you. You're really quite an amazing person, young lady. Naomi told me about the conversation you two had while I was gone with Anna. She said that you were pretty confused about sex. Well, don't feel like you're the only one. I'm forty-seven ... and I'm still pretty damn confused about the subject myself. Sex I'm confused about, but good people I know something about ... and you're one of the best."
"You're pretty special yourself," Donna said, and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I ... I hope that you and your wife will have me out to your home again."
"You can bet on it...."
"As a guest, I mean," Donna said. "Somehow, the money thing seems to cheapen the beautiful ... whatever it is you call the thing that happened to the three of us."
"We ... we'll talk about it some other time, Donna," the doctor said. "But I think I know what you mean. There are truly some things that money can't buy."
It wasn't until after she had showered and climbed into her pajamas that Donna opened the envelope Dr. Ginsberg had given her. It contained three five-hundred-dollar bills. The golden-one looked at the money for the longest time and then she started to cry. She wished that Valarie had been in the room so that she could have someone with whom she could share her good fortune, but Valarie had left a note saying that she wouldn't be back until three in the morning and that Donna was to cover for her if anything came up. It was nearly midnight but she decided to call her father anyway.
"Guess what, Daddy," she said. "I just learned that I'm getting a government grant for next semester."
"How wonderful, baby...."
"I love you, Daddy...."
"Is anything wrong, sweetheart?"
"Oh, no ... nothing, Daddy," Donna said. "I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick. You haven't forgotten that I'll be home on Saturday, have you?"
"Fat chance," her father said. "Baby, I'm already counting the minutes. Saturday, you say?"
"Well, there's a chance I may get in late Friday night, but if I do I'll take a cab out to your place."
"Make sure you do ... take a cab," her father said. "I don't want you alone in this neighborhood at night...."
"You make it sound pretty horrible, Daddy...."
"It's fine ... for me!"
"I love you, Daddy...."
"I love you, too, sweetheart. Are ... are you certain that nothing's wrong, Donna?"
"Quite certain, Daddy...."
"Okay, see you on Saturday then...."
"Or just maybe late Friday night."
"Goodnight, sweetheart!"
"Goodnight, Daddy...."