Chapter 2
"Miss Slade has been wearing her hair down," Wedge said as he tilted back in his chair and found a place for his feet on the corner of his desk. "Have you noticed?"
"No. Why?"
"You haven't seen her with her hair down?"
"No, I hardly know who she is. I don't think I've ever spoken to her."
"Well, you really ought to see her with her hair down."
"Why? What's the matter with her hair?"
Wedge sighed in exasperation and sat, hands folded behind his head, looking out of his fourth floor window, his eyes almost as clouded as the sky. "Lew, she's a different woman with her hair down. She's soft and quintessentially feminine. It changes her character."
"You're imagining things."
"She's ripe for a man, ripe for the plucking."
"Crap."
"Lew! Lew, just go look at her," Wedge said, standing and stalking to the door of his office. "I tell you true. See for yourself! See if you couldn't get it up for her!"
"You've got to be kidding!" Llewlyn said, looking wildly about as his professor stood by the open door of his office and pointed down the hall with his arm raised, wondering if Wedge hadn't finally flipped out.
"No, Lew, I kid you not. Just go look at her."
"No."
"Lew, she's sitting in her office with the door open-she was about twenty minutes ago. All you have to do is walk by and glance at her, then come back."
"Why?"
"Do you care about your future?"
"This is blackmail," Lew said, bewildered. Wedge was his dissertation advisor, so he stood and edged toward the door, approaching the man with caution.
"Call it what you like. You can be an obstinate cuss sometimes. Just go look at her. She's on the left."
Wedge was honestly not conscious of his own histrionics. Lucretia Slade had been active in his mind throughout the weekend, and when he'd seen her this afternoon again with her hair down, he knew that action was in order and with his mind abuzz that action had inevitable drama. As Llewlyn trudged down the corridor, he resumed his position behind his desk, thinking, blackmail? What's he mean, blackmail?
Lew ambled back in and sat down, face expressionless.
"Well?"
"I looked at her hair."
"No, Llewlyn. I sent you down to look at the whole woman of which the hair is just one aspect. Did you?"
"Yeah. I looked through the door at her."
"What did she do?"
"Nothing. She was reading."
"What did you think?"
"I hoped she wouldn't notice me."
"What did you think about her, Llewlyn?"
"She looked all right, I guess."
"Good."
"She was frowning, though."
"Do you think you could make it with her?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You're kidding. You're nuts. You've finally flipped out."
"I think you could."
"No way."
"You seem to be able to make it with other girls okay, don't you."
"Of course."
"Well then?"
"All right. First, I don't know her. I haven't even spoken to her. Second, from what I know about her I don't think anyone could make it with her-no one with mere cock and balls anyway. I mean, she's Women's Lib up the ass. Third, you can never predict this sort of thing before the fact, you just play hunches. And my hunches are all negative."
"Lew, you're wrong."
"Why's this so important to you?"
"The cause, Lew, the cause."
"What cause? The Anti-Women's Lib Cause?"
"No, the cause of sensuousness, of right, of wanting these women to discover the truth of their own natures."
"You've finally nipped."
"Don't you think people should know the truth of their own natures."
"Of course."
"Okay, then."
"Okay, fine. But that doesn't mean I'll be able to show her something she doesn't want to be shown."
"Lew, do you know anything at all about women?"
"Enough."
"Okay, you should know that all you have to do is get them a little hot under the whiskers, and they'll do most anything."
"Brother."
"What are you doing tonight."
"Nothing with that dame."
"No. My wife and I are going to see Mil-house. Want to come."
"Life of Nixon?"
"Yeah, through his own news clips. Terrifying."
"Sure. I'd like to go," he said. "Okay, come by at seven-thirty."
Llewlyn had always liked Wedge's wife. She was a tall well-built woman and he detected in her a basic kindness, an innocence of spirit, a child's straightforwardness and awe of the universe. He squirmed in the carseat when on the way to the movie, out of the blue, Wedge said to his wife, who was sitting between them, "Ellen, Lew and I are wondering if you ever have any urge to feel two cocks at once."
"Who's wondering about it?" she said. "It sounds like something you'd wonder about, but I doubt if Lew is."
"Of course he is. Aren't you, Lew?"
"Sure," Lew said.
"Well, I don't know if I've ever had that particular urge or not," she said.
"You ought to give it some thought," he said. "I think it's very important for people to be in touch with their fantasy life."
Ellen's calm demeanor told little, but Lew thought that her husband's crassness made her somewhat uncomfortable. But that particular bit of conversation went no further and on the way home from the movie they talked about the career of Tricky Dick. Wedge had been thirteen years old when Nixon had given the famous Checkers Speech which had kept him on the
Presidential ticket, and he had always wanted to see it. When the Wedges asked him in for a drink Lew accepted as a matter of course. Often, the three of them had had a shot of brandy together after going somewhere.
Before he'd been inside twenty minutes he'd begun to squirm again. He'd forgotten how flipped-out Wedge was. The man was possessed, demonic-as if out to prove something, as if working out his feelings about Miss Slade on his wife. Before twenty minutes had passed Wedge, sitting beside Ellen on the couch, had asked her to show the two of them her tits and, when refused, had unzipped his pants to haul out his pecker. It stood ramrod stiff, massive and blue-veined, its foreskin half-peeled from its vermilion tip.
"Touch it," he ordered her. "No," she said. "Put it away before you embarrass Lew."
"This isn't going to embarrass Lew." Lew was speechless.
"Lew, doesn't this embarrass you?" Ellen asked.
Wedge frowned.
"No," Lew croaked.
"It ought to," she said.
"It doesn't," he protested. "Really." He was being honest, basically: rather than embarrassing him it took him by surprise.
"Lew, come over here and sit with us," Wedge said.
"Be careful of him, Lew," she said. "What's the matter? Don't you like Lew."
"I'm very fond of Lew," she said. "Come here," Wedge said, "and pull out your cock."
Lew took a seat on the other side of Ellen and, not knowing what else he could do, unzipped his fly to free his penis, which was semi-erect, a proud organ, its uncircumcised glans a deep red.
"Isn't it a nice one?" Wedge said.
"Oh!" she said glancing down at it in surprise. "Why yes, it is."
But even while admiring it she kept a respectful distance drawing back a bit as if to get out of range, and Wedge was quick to perceive that no matter how quick she was to admit that it was indeed a nice one that didn't mean she wanted to have anything to do with it. Or at least it would take some persuasion to get her to admit to it.
A hand on her shoulder Wedge said, "Why don't you show us your tits?"
"No!"
"We showed you; now you show us."
"Why should I? You've seen my tits a million times and what makes you think Lew wants to see them?"
"He told me so."
"Oh did he? Exactly how did he say it?" she demanded looking now at Lew quizzically.
"Well," Lew replied, "we were walking across campus this afternoon and saw three nice-looking freshman girls, and Harry said, 'Wow, they're turning them out better every year.' And I said, 'Yeah, but none of them compares to Ellen.'" Lew relaxed a little, somewhat amazed at his own powers of invention-still, it was in character for both of them, he supposed.
Wedge spoke up, taking the ball. "And so then I asked him, 'Why have you taken a fancy to Ellen?' and he said 'I've always admired her -to me, she's always represented full-fledged womanly sex appeal.' That's what he said."
"Did you say that, Lew?" Ellen asked, frankly dubious yet at the same time oddly touched that he might have said it.
Not wanting to be unkind, Lew said "Of course I said it. It's true, too." He placed his hand on her shoulder, gave her a squeeze and tentatively left it there.
"That was a nice thing to say," she said.
Her hands were folded in her lap. Her husband reached for one and pried it gently away from the other and over into his lap. She wrapped her fingers around his up-thrusting cock. Lew took her other hand and gave it a tug in the direction of his own now fully erect cock, she reached out and clutched it, too, fondling it lightly.
"Isn't that nice?" Wedge asked.
"Oh yes it is nice" she said wonderingly. "It's like holding two very delicate birds newly hatched." She was quiet for a moment as she continued to fondle with both hands and then said, "So much manpower, it's overwhelming. It's almost frightening."
Wedge pulled his preoccupied wife's sweater out at the waist and now reached up in back with one hand to unhook her brassiere, but when he began to pull her sweater up in front, she immediately dropped both cocks and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Come on, let us play with your tits a little," Wedge said. ' "No!"
"Don't you want to play with her tits, Lew?"
"Yes!" Lew said, almost shouting, thinking he either wanted to play with them or quit talking about them.
Both men put a hand on Ellen's tummy and began to nudge beneath her sweater and tightly crossed arms. Lew saw the expression in her face softening as they caressed her sides and stomach and on impulse he bent forward and kissed her lips. She blinked her eyes and kissed back, giving his tongue-tip one lick with hers before she said "Well, okay, but just my tits. Nothing else."
She leaned back and slowly unfolded her arms, and, blushing furiously, looked down at her own chest as they lifted her sweater and bra. Her pendulous breasts swung free and settled bouncingly on her ribcage. What each of the three saw was a quick blur of ample softness with a puckered red-brown berry at its center before each man simultaneously seized a nipple with his teeth, harvesting it with his mouth as they began to nip and tongue her with rare fervor, burying their faces in her and squeezing and mauling her with their hands.
"Ohhhhh!" Ellen moaned from deep within as her hands shot to the backs of their heads to pull them, their working mouths even more tightly onto her throbbingly tender erect nipples. Her chest heaving, she began to twist from side to side, mashing her tits into their eager faces as she groped for their pricks with her hands. She found her husband's at once and fumbled for Lew's until he rolled his hips, presenting it to her. She squeezed and began undulating her hand like she was milking a cow and Lew's hips jerked in reflex. She watched him as he rolled her saliva-moistened erect nipple on his eyelid, shutting his eyes with their somewhat curly lashes to do so, and felt a great sense of tenderness towards him.
Her husband had in the meanwhile undone her belt and unzipped her skirt, and now began to tug it off over her hips. She rolled from buttock to buttock as, his thumbs hooked in, he pulled off her skirt, pantyhose and panties in one swoop, dropping them to her ankles. She had without thinking about it kicked one ankle free when her husband said, "Let's take a look at her pussy."
"No!" Ellen said, her stomach doing a flip-flop, suddenly wondering what had gotten into her to let him take her skirt off. But before she could utter another word she was flat on her back with her legs obscenely spread, each of them having taken one and pulled to get her ass out to the edge of the sofa, then quickly doubled them back until her knees almost touched the couch on either side of her shoulders. Knowing that her crotch was hideously exposed, she squirmed to free herself, but wiggled her ass and legs and flexed her tummy to no avail as the two began, calmly, to discuss what they saw.
Really, she thought, her husband had always said that part of the joy of being married to a beautiful woman was being able to show her off, but this was carrying it too far!
Her tingling pussy had begun to seep its lubricant the moment they'd attacked her tits, and when quartered her deep musk wafted up to their nostrils. Her hairy lips with their fluffy jet black curls were drawn tight to expose the wetly glistening wrinkles of her inner lips, which were slightly parted. Her clitoris budded nakedly forth and the pucker of her anus cringed in its furrow.
"It's a pretty pussy, don't you think?" her husband was asking.
"Marvelous, marvelous," Lew kept saying. "She uses it well, too."
"I bet she does."
Acutely embarrassed, Ellen could have sworn she was blushing down there. Her innards knotted up in apprehension as she felt her tingling twat gush more of its lubricant, the fluid oozing forth just as Lew placed his finger on her hairy lip just to one side of her vagina to stretch its tight opening. With her husband pulling at her from the other side, they opened her to view those steamily pink vaginal folds literally drenching themselves. She bubbled over before their eyes a driblet running slowly down to become lost in the pucker of her anus.
"It's a tight, slick goodie," Wedge said, and as if to demonstrate he suddenly rammed two fingers into the aching orifice, entering her to the hilt in one smooth movement and bringing a moan to her lips. Her tummy quaked and she continued to moan as he twisted his fingers into her depths, tickling her cervix, "Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!"
"Smells like vanilla," Lew said.
"Why don't you taste it," her husband said, and Ellen was horrified that her husband could so casually offer a student her most intimate parts, offering her to be sampled in the same tone of voice he would have used to offer hors d'oeuvres from a tray.
Lew covered her exposed delicacy with his wide-open, hotly working mouth and she gasped. When the full breadth and length of his tongue slithered across her clit and into her honey-pot, the gasping lady clutched blindly at the sofa cushion with both hands, the whiteness in her knuckles evidence of her wound-up animal lust. Her eyes blinked open when her husband pressed his massively erect prick to her lips. She opened her crimson mouth to receive it, her lips tightly encircling its velvety head which she proceeded to tongue briskly. The professor's hand went to the back of her neck, entwining in her hair as he pulled her feverish mouth farther onto his shaft. He then slid from the couch and she moved with him, attached to his manhood like a suckerfish as he lowered himself to the floor and spread his legs, between which his wife knelt on all fours.
Lew had ceased eating her pussy when the impaled woman was dragged by the hair from the couch and he now watched intently as she sucked her husband's cock, her cheeks forming hollows as she worked. Her ass was in the air and her legs slightly spread, the sopping pink folds of her quim all too vulnerable. As if reading Lew's thoughts, Wedge asked, "Well, do you want to fuck her, or don't you?"
"Shit-yes!"
"Get over here and shove it in, then."
Her mouth utterly full of cock, a cock which thrust at her uvula and depressed her squirming tongue, Ellen didn't hear her husband offer her, but she was not exactly surprised when Lew knelt behind her, forcing his knees between hers and adjusting her hips as he centered himself on her tingling twat. Ellen arched her back and reached behind herself with both hands to dig her fingers into her snatch on either side of her orifice, spreading her gash, her wrinkled lips stretching into a circle around her gaping cunt-mouth. Lew guided his cock into her creamy center, peering down at her as he nudged his glans into her primed aperture. As soon as he was securely lodged, he grasped her firmly by the hips with both hands, entered her to the hilt, slamming into her with such force that the knob at the end of her husband's cock rammed past her uvula and into her throat as she squealed through her nose. Her mouth was too full for her to protest verbally, but she opened it as wide as possible, gasping for breath as she repositioned her head so that with the next brutal thrust it lodged in her throat rather than in her windpipe.
A look of bliss stole over Wedge's face as he gripped her by the ears. Tears formed momentarily in Ellen's eyes as she wondered why they had to be so rough. Lew held her hips steady as he pulled his own hips back and rammed her. Each time his hips shot forward, her body likewise propelled forward-like a pinball hit by the plunger in a pinball machine-ramming her husband's cock farther into her throat, further gagging her and numbing her mind.
Ellen had stiff pricks sticking mercilessly into each end of her. She was being brutalized and was powerless to do anything about it. Would she survive? she found herself wondering, and if so, would she ever be the same? Would either she or her husband ever be able to look Lew in the eye again?
But her attention did not stray for long from the plundering cocks and she now focused her mind on them, intently first on one and then on the other, her mind working like an alternating circuit, an overloaded circuit. Heat began to build inexorably in her cunt and she had no control over it. Saliva drooled from one corner of her mouth and dripped onto Harry's pubic mat.
"A hell of a cunt on her," Lew said.
"She can throw a pretty wild fuck," Wedge said. Then added, almost as an afterthought, "Sucks like a madwoman, too."
"Urgg," Ellen moaned.
The doubly pierced lady was beginning to anticipate the stresses-Lew's prick plowing her cunt and her husband's in her mouth. There was a steady slap, slap as Lew's testicles beat out a tattoo on her pubic triangle. Ellen's toes tingled, her mind reeled, and she felt shocks all up and down her spine.
Partly in reaction to those pulsing shocks and the growing ache in her cunt, and partly in self-defense against the battering she was taking, she began to buck her body. She arched her back suddenly with each thrust from the rear and found herself gripping her husband's cock more firmly with her mouth to prevent it sliding quite so far down her hapless throat, tightening her lips into a thinly compressed ring and wiggling her tongue as wildly as possible; and at the same time she ground her cunt with increasing force against Lew's prong as if that might be a way of getting a better grip on what was happening back there.
Before long, mind and body buzzing in unison, Ellen began to snap her waist from side to side, gyrating her pussy on the one cock while her mouth twisted in semi-circles on the other, her pendulous breasts flapping on the floor with audible smacks, her tenderly erect nipples scraping back and forth on the carpet.
Two overheated cocks were almost too much for the poor woman to bear. Groaning, "Ummm-hh! Ummmhh! Ummmhhh!" through her nose, knowing that she couldn't keep it up a minute longer without exploding inside or screaming, she tilted her belly toward the floor, leaning forward to put all the tongue-tingling pressure she could on the one cock and whipping her head wildly from side to side as if by use solely of her sucking mouth she was going to rip it out by the root while her aching breasts went smash smash smash rubbing in one place now on the rug; all the while she kept her belly curved toward the floor to cant her pussy up for Lew and spreading her legs even more to allow him to plunder her throbbingly hurting twat with greater ease. He pounded into her with enough raw force to send her over the threshold; when she felt her orgasm begin to wrack her, she cradled Lew's balls with one hand and reached down to grab her husband's scrotum with the other. She moaned mindlessly through her nose as she squeezed their nuts, grinding her hips down hard on Lew with his next thrust, clenching her cunt muscles and not letting go: both men came at once.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Agghhh!" Wedge moaned as she gobbled at him, her cheeks filling as he emptied one spurt after another into her too fast to swallow, filling her cheeks chipmunk-like with gism as she refused to spill any.
"Ohhhuuu . . . God! Uh, uh," moaned Lew as she stayed determinedly clenched on him, her ass cheeks quivering as she pumped back while he rode her almost to the floor, as with one back-breaking lunge after another he spewed a load of cum into her twitching quim.
A spent Ellen sagged to the floor as an equally spent Lew rocked back on his heels, his cock coming out of the woman with a low plop. A thin thread of semen ran from the corner of her mouth to her husband's dwindling organ, and when it snapped she licked her lips and swallowed.
"That was something," Lew said.
"Ever bang a finer piece?" Wedge asked.
"No."
"I don't think I'll ever be the same," Ellen said. "For awhile there I was afraid that between you, you were going to batter me to a pulp." She wrinkled her lips, twisting her mouth around as if to get it on straight again, while she gingerly touched her crotch with her fingertips.
"You liked it, didn't you?" Wedge asked. "I don't know."
"Wha'd'ya mean, you don't know?"
"I mean, it took me by surprise and I'll have to think about it."
"You were hot as hell," he said.
"Of course I got hot!" she exclaimed. "What did you expect, poking at me with two cocks and the both of you sucking on me and everything? Who wouldn't have gotten hot?"
"Well, I don't know," Wedge said, lightly. "Lew thinks he knows a lady professor who wouldn't get hot."
"That's what I don't know if I like about it," she continued. "What if you got me accustomed to this? What if I had to have two cocks to get turned on? What would you do then?"
"I guess Lew would have to move in with us,"
Wedge said. "How about that, Lew? Would you like to fuck her again?"
"Of course I would. But I wouldn't touch her unless I was sure she wanted me to," he said. "If she swore right now that there was no chance she'd ever want to, that would be like being condemned to second-rate fucks for the rest of my life. I couldn't stand it."
"That's a very sweet thing to say," she said.
"It's not just sweet, I mean it."
"I know you do."
"No one's going to force you to do anything you don't want to do," Wedge said. "All we wanted to do was open your eyes to the possibilities of experience. Isn't that right, Lew?"
"I guess so."
"I think that's important for everyone," Wedge said, speaking to no one in particular.
The three talked for awhile longer and then Lew put his pants on and left, kissing Ellen and shaking hands with the professor. Wedge told him to come to his office at eleven in the morning, without asking if that time was convenient; a command which struck Lew as being slightly ominous.
When Lew knocked and entered, Wedge sat tilted back in his chair with his feet on the corner of the desk, his hands folded behind his head. He sat in silence, a blandly dreaming look on his face, for a long minute after Lew had entered, then said, "Well, you're going to get into Miss Slade's pants a lot sooner than you thought you would-you lucky dog."
Lew felt like laughing out loud, like throwing up his hands in exasperation. He held himself in check and asked, by all appearance being quite matter-of-fact, "Oh. When am I going to get into her pants?"
"Tonight," Wedge said, being genuinely matter-of-fact.
"Oh. Does she know yet that I'm going to get into her pants tonight."
"No."
"Shit! Piss! Crap! Fuck! Goddamn lunatic!" Lew exploded.
Wedge remained silent, beaming broadly.
"What," Lew sputtered, "what on god's green earth makes you think I'm going to get anywhere with her? Ever?"
"Your curly eyelashes. The fact that you look eighteen or nineteen."
"I'm twenty-three!" he shouted.
"Yes, but you could tell someone, anyone, you're nineteen and they'd believe you."
"Like Miss Slade?"
"That's right. Your look of youthful innocence will win her."
"What am I supposed to do? Stand out in front of her house or something, batting my eyelashes?"
"No. I told her that I was planning to have a small party, and asked her if she would like to come. She consented, and so I've begun to invite people. You happen to be the first one I've gotten around to inviting."
"I don't want to come! I don't want to have to make a pass at her!"
"Think of it as a duty, then. An obligation."
"I don't have any obligations to the Women's Lib Movement. I don't care if they want to delude themselves."
"No, to me."
"To you?"
"I'd say you owe me a favor."
"I probably owe you several favors, but this goes beyond ..."
"Lew, I made my wife fuck you last night, didn't I?"
"Yes," Lew croaked, turning pale.
"I handed you her sweet ass on a platter, dear woman. Now, wouldn't you say that puts you in my debt?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you the least bit grateful? Ellen would be hurt . . ."
"Of course I'm grateful."
"Well then?"
"Well shit. If I go anywhere near that madwoman, she'll cut off my balls."
Wedge thought for a moment. "If you don't want that to happen, you're going to have to do it exactly like I tell you to."
"Anything you say," Lew said, visibly shaken, resigned.
"Okay, first, tell her you're nineteen, and a senior. Tell her you graduated from high school when you were sixteen and have made it through here in three years. That'll impress her. Also, if she's wondering why you're at a party at a professor's house, she'll know it's because you're bright. Got that?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, first time you're alone with her, make a grab for her. It doesn't matter how awkward or sloppy, just grab her goodies."
"Oh no," Lew said. "That's when she gets my nuts!"
"No, it'll get her ruffled, but get suddenly very apologetic and tell her you've never had any experience with a woman before. That'll touch her, and make her want to show you how."
"What if she doesn't believe me?"
"Tell her only very bright women appeal to you, and you've never had a chance to get to know any, since you've studied so hard."
"Okay."
"Next, if Women's Lib doesn't come up, bring it up. Tell her you approve of their goals, but you don't understand why they dislike men so much."
"When am I supposed to get her alone and tell her all this? What if she brings her girlfriend?"
"She will bring her, but I'll take care of her," Wedge said. "So don't worry about that. Now, you know my basement? You know how to get into it and everything?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, now here's what you do . .