Chapter 11
FRENZIED GALLOP
Digby and Gayle went back to George's apartment frequently after that first time. They made free use of George's spare room-for a price. It was on the fifth or sixth trip to Jersey, she could not remember which, that Gayle first noticed Digby's sullenness. He was particularly quiet and withdrawn on this evening.
"What's the matter, Dig?"
"Do you like George, Gayle?" He was brusque with her.
She shrugged. "I guess so. I really don't know."
"Well, I'm not quite sure. Especially after how you let him treat you last week and the week before ... and before. You went to bed with him and everything like that."
"True. But then, you were fooling around with Jessie. Did you like her?"
"That's not the same thing."
"Bullshit! You fucked her and let her blow you all night. And you did not mind in the least when you came inside her twat!"
"You sure as hell did not object too often when George came inside you!"
"I didn't have any choice," she lied. "He forced me to do it." She knew she had enjoyed it immensely, but she could not let Digby know that.
"Come on, Gayle. Nobody forced you to do anything you did not want to do."
She was silent, knowing he knew. She could not say anymore. Too much already-or not enough-had been said. They drove the rest of the way to George's in stony silence. Arriving at his place, they were quite cool toward each other.
George noticed their expressions and planned to take full advantage of each tonight.
Gayle resisted Dig's advances when they were finally alone in the bedroom. She argued when he tried to fuck her. Finally, he told her to go in to George.
"If you like him better than me, then it's just fine with me!" he yelled at her.
She ran straight into George's arms as she went into the other bedroom.
"What happened in there?"
"Nothing!" she snapped at him. Then her anger began leaving her. "Forget about it."
She put her arms around him, kissing him hard. Opening his mouth, he accepted her tongue as he thrust his hips into hers.
She reached between them, clutching at his prick through the material of his pants. She massaged it into stiffness.
"Let's go to bed," she said.
He nodded and led her to the bed. Jessie was sitting on the bed fully clothed. George nodded and she rose to leave, going into Digby's room.
Gayle and George stripped, and climbed into bed. "Suck me off." He was beginning to boss her around again. But she liked it in her own way. "I've go too much gathering in there for just a screw."
Eagerly, she crawled down and reversed herself so that while his prick was at her mouth, his mouth was not far from her pussy. He buried his face between her legs as she spread them for him to enter.
They orgasmed quickly. Then he was ready-as was she-for the real thing. He lay back, hands behind his head and stared at her. She climbed around on the bed, sat on his legs and slowly made her way to his cock.
With a quick jump she landed on it. It ripped into her vagina, shooting intense pleasure pains up her body. She thought for an instant that she would be split in two.
Then it passed as the ramrod clunked against her uterus, shoving it viciously into her diaphragm.
She gasped, recovered and began pumping her legs as she rode him up and down, coming almost totally off him only to sink back down onto him. Wide-eyed and panting, she rode him into a frenzied gallop and then . .. explosion!
That it happened this way each time, still did not surprise her any the less. One instant she was pumping on him violently and the next she leaped as the force of his ejaculation kicked her up in mid-stroke. Slowly, she sank down for the final lunge.
George had convulsed just once. When he came the force of his jetting scum had arched his back into her, sending her flying. He did not move his hands to steady her, but let her do all the work.
So he remained prone while she slid back down onto him and let her cunt work on his prick. Later, he thought sleepily, he might fuck her or something.
Meanwhile, Digby lay on the bed, his anger silently boiling as Jessie walked into him from the other room. "What's going on in there?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I'll kill the bastard," he yelled and jumped from the bed. As he started for the door on the run, she grabbed him.
"Forget about them." She kissed him on the lips. "Whatever they're doing, we can do better." Her hands roamed down to his ass and she stroked it through the jeans.
He cooled quickly as she kissed him. Throwing his arms around her, he pressed her breasts against his chest. "Let's do something," he whispered in her ear.
"Sure. What?"
"Whatever you want."
So she led him to the bed. Undressing him, she worked quickly at getting his clothes off. She touched him in various places as she worked, heightening his experiences.
Naked with his cock erect, he waited for her to strip. She attacked him and it with her mouth.
She rolled the head around inside her expert mouth as she played with the stem below and the balls, too. He groaned with the delight of it as her hot mouth gave his head tingling sensations that coursed through his veins.
He ejaculated quickly, letting her swallow his milky fluid as he pumped it from himself into her. "Eat it all up." Then he pushed her back onto the bed.
Crawling between her legs, he sank his face into her bush. He stuck his tongue into her twat, bypassing her clit as he knew she would begin coming almost immediately. She did.
He gurgled as the fluids poured into his open mouth, swallowing quickly to keep from choking. In the next three hours that he spent With her, he almost completely forgot Gayle and George.
When, finally he had come in her twat, he remembered. Wrapping the sex up, he leaped from the bed and went into the other room. He found Gayle and George locked together in intercourse.
She saw him first. "I'm sorry, Dig," she gasped as she fought for air.
He knew what she meant. He turned and walked out.
"Well, I've lost Gayle," he said snapping his fingers. Just like that, he thought. Poof and she's gone-for good. Ah well, there's still Jessie.
Jessie was still waiting for him. "Have you lost her?"
"Yep."
"Don't worry about it. I'm here any time you want me."
Digby took Jessie up on her invitation many many times. Every week, almost he and Gayle drove to Jersey to spend a night-sometimes two. It was on one of these occasions that the fateful call came.
"Okay, okay," Jessie's voice answered the sudden call.
Gayle and George were fucking when Jessie opened the door. "Hey. Get out of here," George yelled at her. He was beneath Gayle and could see the door.
But Jessie did not move. "Telephone for Gayle."
The words froze her on the spot. "Telephone? For me?" She climbed off George, puzzled. "Who is it?"
"I dunno. I don't care, either." She slouched against the door. "You better answer it. It's a woman and she sounds mad." Jessie's eyes were not quite focusing and her muscular movements were slightly uncoordinated.
"All right, Jessie," she said slowly. "Tell the woman I'll be right there."
"I ..." muttered Jessie.
"Do it," said George. She left to do it. "What's wrong?" He turned to Gayle.
She was searching in her handbag. Muttering under her breath, she finally dumped it out on the sheets. "Damn!" she said explosively as she pawed through the various items. "My address book is gone!"
"So?"
"Your address and phone number were in there. And that woman that sounds mad is my mother! Goddamn it all!" Gayle hurried to the phone.
Hesitantly, she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Gayle?"
"Yes, Mom."
"What are you doing in New Jersey?" she said. "You said you were going to Sharon's house." There was silence. "Well?"
"I'm presuming," said Gayle cooly, "that you've already talked to Sharon. I was planning to go to her house. Then Dig and I met an old friend of his in the city.
"We had dinner with him and his wife." She grimaced as she said 'wife.' "Then we came to his place in Jersey. We'll probably spend the night. It's late now. As a matter of fact, I was just going to phone Sharon."
"You lying slut! Bitch!" Her mother's temper broke loose. "You know very well you're sleeping with that no-good boy. And you also know our views on such things ..."
"Mother," she cut in, "I can assure you that I am not sleeping with Dig."
"It's worse than I thought. You're sleeping with his help. Is he sleeping around?"
"Come off it, Mother." She was angry enough to want to hurt her mother now. "You're just jealous because you couldn't get the man you wanted and had to settle for just anything."
There was a horrified gasp on the other end of the line before it went dead. She slammed the receiver back into its cradle. And that takes care of that, she thought. I suppose she'll kick me out tomorrow. Ah, well. ..
She went back in to George. "That was my mother. She got hold of my address book and put two and two together."
He shrugged. "That's the breaks, baby."
His indifference shocked her. He did not care at all.
She looked at him for a minute, wondering what she had seen in him. Then she began dressing.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"What are you doing that for?"
She stared at him. "You make me sick. You want nothing but sex. That's all I am to you-a fucking machine. I'm new and different."
"Aw, come on. Just because the old bitch found out? That means curtains?"
"No. Because you couldn't care less what happened to me. That's why we're through." She turned away from him. "Digby!" she called. "Digby!"
She walked out on George and went into the next room. Opening the other bedroom door, she walked in on Dig and Jessie. He was eating her cunt out. She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"Let's go, Dig."
"What?"
"I said, let's go. Now."
"Why?" He sat back on his haunches. "Why do you want to go? Don't you just love George?"
"No," she replied. "I don't love him. I never loved him. Let's go-unless you're satisfied here."
"Who did you tell you came here?" "No one. Mother found my address book. That was her just now on the phone."
"So?"
"The police are probably on their way here right now."
"Police?" That was Jessie. She sounded scared. "No!"
"I'm sure she's called them by now. We've got to get out of here. Now."
"Just a fucking minute," George said. "Your mother called the police? Why in hell would she do something like that unless ... you lousy bitch! I'll bet that was your mother, all right! Who are you? A cop?"
Digby and Gayle looked puzzled at George. They did not follow his statements. "Of course she ain't a cop, George. She is my girlfriend."