Chapter 5
Jodie woke up with a start. Dick was still sleeping soundly. He had not moved from his previous position on her breast. His mouth was open and his warm breath played over the soft skin of her tits.
Idly she ran her fingers through his hair, content to just lie there and relish the closeness of their being. It was wonderfully fulfilling to know the unity that existed between them.
She wondered which was the nicest among the many facets of their love. Being screwed was wild, with a glorious, 'way-out abandon of her own personality in the brutal battering of her man's pounding prick. But she admitted to herself that the tranquility and peace of the after moments, like these, did things to her lonely, love-starved soul that was like oil on the troubled waters of her emotion.
She hugged the sleeping man to her impulsively. "I love you, darling. Love you and need you more than you'll ever know."
Dick stirred and mumbled sleepily. "Huh, what's a matter?"
"Nothing. Just I love you," Jodie told him.
She made a point of her breast with her hand and fed it into his half-open mouth. Dick sucked on the firm flesh for a few blissful moments before opening his eyes.
"I don't think there is a nicer way to wake up. Gimme more."
She pressed both of her full tits together until the nipples merged over the fold between them. Dick slid his mouth across until both of the luscious, sweet-tasting berries were firmly held between his teeth.
His tongue raced frantically from one succulent tidbit to the other. With a snort, he buried himself deep with the mounds of her cupped boobs, his rushing breath causing the firm mounds to vibrate as if endowed with a means of expressing their happiness over the stimulating treatment.
"Quit it. You sex fiend. You know what will happen if we keep this up?"
She wriggled free of his grasp and stood beside the bed. Her naked body shook with laughter, belying the seeming severity of her words.
"Are you going to get out of bed, you lazy sex-crazed pig?"
Dick looked adamant. "No, and I'll like to see you make me."
"Any way that I like? No holds barred?" she asked him.
Dick nodded his head and braced himself for the onslaught.
"Alright, here goes," As she spoke, the girl darted forward and thrust her head into his hairy lap. Her open mouth had had much practice and centered over his half-hard prick as if it were a homing pigeon. Sucking, she drew the limp member deep into the wet trap and closed her lips firmly over it. Dick's struggles were unable to break the powerful vacuum that was engulfing his tender tool.
Gradually the delightful sensation of her revolving tongue broke through his struggles, until far from trying to fight her off, he was trying to stuff more and more of his hardening dong into his red-lipped tormentor.
Anticipating his reaction, Jodie was ready for the maneuver. As Dick thrust himself forward, she retreated, still sucking on his peter, but moving her body away.
There was only one way for Dick to go and that was forward. First she had him kneeling on the bed. Then off it and on the floor. Bending double over her captive, like the proverbial early bird with a worm, she led him and his pumping hips towards the door.
Putting her hand on the doorknob, she asked. "Well, do I lead you up to the bathroom like this, or can you make it on your own?"
Realistically, Dick admitted defeat. Though he was quite prepared to be led around by the prick for the rest of his happy life, he realized that it would cause some comment among the neighbors, to say the least.
Reluctantly, he let his member slide out of Jodie's embracing mouth and turned to put some clothes on.
"Alright, You win this round. What comes next?"
"A bath. You smell like a bear and I feel like a bill poster's bucket."
Dick looked at her sharply as he struggled into his pants.
"At times, my dear, there is a rather engaging crudity about you. Let's go back to bed and work it off, shall we?" he asked hopefully.
"No way, lover. No way at all. We are going to act like any normal married couple and put our flushed faces outside the door for the world to say hello to."
She picked up the wrinkled clothes that she had thrown down so eagerly the night before.
"These will do for now. I'll change after I've had a bath."
Smoothing her skirt down, she turned and, taking her uncle by the hand, led him in search of hot water. She paused outside in the passageway. Dick pointed to a bend in the corridor.
"It's that way, Let's introduce you to the marble delights of our old world bathroom."
He paused in front of a half-open door. The sound of movement drifted through the crack between the door and the jamb. His fingers rapped inquiringly on the panel as he called.
"Hello, anybody at home?"
A seductive, sultry female's voice drawled. "Why surely. Come in, Dick baby."
Dick coughed nervously. "Are you decent, Sin? I'd like you to meet my young niece."
"Of course I'm not decent," the voice cooed back. "I'm too young for these affectations. Come in anyway and introduce your family to your indecent friends."
Smiling apologetically, Dick motioned Jodie to go first and pushed the door open.
A black-haired girl of breathtaking loveliness turned to greet them. She was clad only in a pair of bikini briefs and seemed to have been interrupted while cleaning her evenly spaced white teeth. She appeared to be totally indifferent to both the white foam of toothpaste that lined her full lips, and the fact that she was naked from the waist up and displaying the biggest pair of knockers that Jodie had ever seen. Her arms compressed them to the shapes of ripe melons as she turned toward the startled girl. Sweeping the nonplussed Jodie to her, she held her tight in her outstretched arms.
"So you're the girl that Dick's been keeping secret about. You're lovely. My name's Cynthia. Sin for short. And on a moment's notice, too."
She winked at Dick. "Not that I could ever manage to lead your austere uncle astray."
She held Jodie away from her for a second. "Say, does he really have one? I used to find him very unnerving at first. He's the only guy that never tried to get into my pants. Did all kinds of disastrous things to my ego. I thought I was getting old and ugly. Now I know that he's really a secret guru and absolutely brimming over with spirituality and blank verse."
The astonishing girl broke off her monologue for an instant to question Jodie. "Truthfully now. Has he laid you yet?"
Her knowing eyes found the answer in Jodie's blushing face. "He did. Jesus, he did."
She rushed over to the petrified Dick and planted a noisy kiss on his forehead. The full, oversized breasts dug into Dick's hairy chest as she pressed him to her.
She winked roguishly over his shoulder. "How was he? Did he perform alright? I think he's still a he-virgin. Be gentle with him at first. It's amazing how quickly the bastards learn, though. Sex is so simple, really. As the man says, once you have learned to like the smell, you're got it licked."
Dick tried to break into the flow of Sin's words. Turning toward Jodie, he scanned her face for the signs of embarrassment that he was sure that she would be feeling. The reverse seemed to be the case.
Jodie was staring at the girl with something approaching delighted accord. Jodie's attitude seemed to be that of a novice listening to the informed words of a Mother Superior. Dick looked from one girl to the other in bewilderment.
Placing her hand on the small of his back, Cynthia pushed him toward the bathroom door.
"Boat it, will you. We girls have a lot to talk about. What's more, I know that she wants a bath." She turned towards the silent Jodie. "Doesn't it feel all sticky and gooey after screwing all night? It's a hell of a messy business being laid. I sometimes think that if instead of shooting out sperm, something useful would be nicer. Like hand lotion, or vin rose. Or even chicken broth to help us keep our strength up on these long arduous nights."
Cynthia pushed the door to behind Dick and turned the lock. Idly Jodie wondered why. She didn't bother to close the door when she was in here herself. Anybody could come in and watch her boobies bounce around, but she didn't seem to want Jodie to be placed in the same situation. Still keeping up her apparently unending conversation, the statuesque brunette leaned over and turned the bath taps on full. She poured a liberal amount of foaming bath oil into the water from a pink-and-gold bottle.
"Here," she went on, "I'll let you use some of my stuff. Always makes me feel wicked and Cleopatra-like."
Wordlessly Jodie watched the foam form on top of the swirling water as Cynthia's fingers began to unbutton her clothes. One by one, she felt the covering garments being peeled from her until she was standing naked in front of the observant older girl.
The difference in their two figures was interesting. While Jodie's pert, slim body with its firm high breasts and finely molded contours seemed to be expressive of purity and the ethereal stuff that men's dreams were made of, the other girl's ripe fullness and striking dark beauty embodied all that a man looked for with the more lustful side of his nature.
Her luxuriant, long hair shone with all the luster for forbidden sin as it cascaded over her suntanned shoulders. Curling slightly at the ends, it swept its caress over the huge swellings of her tits. Unlike the defiant thrust of Jodie's conical mammaries, the other girl's knockers were fantastically proportioned, billowing seas of titty that a man could be swept up to his doom upon. A delicious dish. The breasts themselves like two huge watermelons, the nipples like ripe plums. Her stomach swelled out to meet her thighs like the portraits Jodie had seen of the overripe beauties so popular with the early Dutch painters. Her waist was wickedly contoured to send a man crazy with desire, on his knees, gibbering and slobbering for admission to the black hairy patch that covered her bulging mound of Venus. And her eyes. Eyes that looked upon you with a smoldering knowledge of all your sins and secret desire.
Those same eyes now took stock of the girl who stood naked and defenseless in front of her. They seemed to gloat upon the childlike simplicity and trust, stripping it away and laying bare the passionate needs of the girl before her. Jodie could feel her gaze as if it were a physical thing. She was conscious of the older girl's eyes as if they were two hands fondling her young flesh, caressing her and brushing aside her inhibitions like so much worthless chaff to be disposed of before she could reap the harvest of her new maturity.
Somehow Jodie was neither surprised nor repulsed when Cynthia bent her head and kissed her fondly on the pink tips of her breasts. Jodie stood for an uncomprehending minute before she realized what was happening. Then, to her amazement, instead of feeling annoyed or full of shame, the soft flesh of her kissed nipples began to firm with desire and offer themselves to the tongued salutation of the other girl.
Straightening up, Cynthia looked unashamed into Jodie's face.
"You are very beautiful and I get turned on to beauty. There's so much goddamned ugliness and war in this world. When I see someone like you, I want to merge, bury myself in something wholesome for a change."
She gave Jodie a light, tender kiss on the mouth before pointing at the overflowing bath.
"But I talk too much. Hop in and I'll give you a bath."
The matter-of-fact manner of her command left Jodie no alternative but to obey. If this was the usual behavior of these way-out people who seemed to be Dick's friends, she didn't want to appear young and prudish in front of them.
Obediently, Jodie stepped over the rim of the bath and lowered herself into the foamy water.
"Oh, Cyn, you've made it too hot," she protested as the scalding water bit at her tender flesh.
"Nonsense," was the reply. "It will help relax you. What's more, you're going to need it plenty hot to get all the cum out of your crack. It sticks to pubic hair like burrs to a burro."
Jodie lowered herself deeper into the boiling hot water. Gradually her body adjusted to the temperature and she felt the comforting protection of the obscuring suds as they enveloped her breasts with their opalescent globule of light. Her new friend watched her until the last shimmer of flesh had disappeared under the water. Then she turned and went back to the washbasin. She surveyed the dry line of toothpaste around her lips.
"There, it looks as if I've swallowed it. Though it's not the first time."
She turned to Jodie, a conspiratorial grin on her face.
"Tell me," she asked bluntly. "Do you swallow it or do you spit it out?"
"Do you mean toothpaste?" Jodie countered.
"No, you clot... cum," the older girl said sharply.
Jodie tried to look unconcerned and decided that frankness seemed to be indicated.
"Well, er... I swallow it, I guess."
"Really, that's interesting."
"Why?" Jodie asked.
"Well, I think that it proves when a girl really loves the guy she's blowing. If she does, she wants a part of him. Something intimate and essentially him inside her. If she is just passing the time, sucking his dick because there's nothing on TV, then it seems to be a presumption on the guy's part. Imagining that he can pump her full of his cum, that she'll accept it like a fool will accept lies. Do you follow what I'm trying to say?" she finished lamely.
Jodie nodded her head in complete agreement. "Yeah, I do. Yes. But to tell the truth, I've never blown a guy that I didn't like."
Cynthia looked at her quizzically. "You must have a lot of friends and be easy to please, then."
Jodie looked crestfallen at the interpretation that the older more experienced girl had put on her reply.
"No, it's not that." She gained courage and frankness as she spoke. "It's that I've never sucked anyone's cock but my uncle's. It's real groovy. The most wonderful, biggest, strongest one in the whole world as well," she finished proudly.
Cynthia laughed at her enthusiasm. "You'd better suck a few more and make comparisons before you get so dogmatic about it, hadn't you? Perhaps we should organize a cocksucking party one night and see what you think then."
She had a nostalgic look on her face as she went on talking. "We had a ball one night. A weird trip. The guys stripped off and the girls were blindfolded. We had to try and identify them."
"What's so difficult about that?" Jodie asked her.
"Did you ever try to identify a man by the way he pushes his prick down your throat? Though once you've got the hang of it, it's as certain as fingerprinting them. Each one has a different technique. You'll find out, though, in time. I find myself looking at fellows and wondering what they'd be like as I'm blowing them."
She made a grimace. "Imagine Spiro Agnew getting his rocks off in your face. But Paul Newman would be dreamy."
Looking at the other girl, she asked in her disconcerting manner, "Who in the world would you like most to blow?"
Jodie answered with prompt certainty. "Why, my Uncle Dick, of course."
Cyn leaned over the basin to wet her mouth. Her words were barely distinguishable as she said pityingly, "Jodie, my child, there is a lamentable lack of enterprise in you that I will have to rectify."
Jodie tried to ignore the implication of her friend's offer and busied herself with soaping her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cyn's mountainous tits as they pressed against the edge of the basin. The cold porcelain rim had dug into the bulging mounds, squeezing them upward so that they spilled over into the bowl itself. The cold water from the running tap slashed against them, causing the dark-hued nipples to harden until they stuck out, wrinkled and brown as prunes, from the chocolate-colored circles surrounding them.
Catching sight of Jodie's surreptitious glances, Cyn looked down at her knockers.
"Damn, The cold always does that to them. Makes them look ugly, doesn't it?" She carefully lifted one breast up at a time and pinched the nipples back into their original appetizing shape. She spat out a mouthful of water and surveyed her teeth in the cabinet mirror.
"They don't look so bad, do they? I'm twenty two-and still got a full head of teeth. Not bad for an old lady. It's the hot meat injections that do it. I'm absolutely brimming over with proteins and things."
Her full boobs bounced happily as she crossed the floor to where Jodie lay listening in the bath.
"Don't pay too much attention to me when I ramble on. My psych explained it to me once. It's a symbol of self-doubt. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm doing what I want to do and having a hell of a good time while I'm doing it."
She sat down on the edge of the toilet bowl. "Life can be awfully lonely if you ever stop and think about it. Gives you an empty feeling. Like you've got nothing and never achieved anything. Makes you want to go out and do something decisive. Influence people. Feel a little of the intoxication that's supposed to come with power. Hell. Power? The only feeling of power I ever get is when I have some guy writhing about on the end of the prick I'm sucking. Do you ever get that feeling?"
Jodie's heart went out to the poor lonely girl sitting in isolation a few short feet away from her.
"No," she answered. "I've never felt any power like you said. I've felt really turned on when I was sucking Dick's thing. All warm and giving sort of. But never power."
Her voice was sympathetic as she smiled up at Cyn. "I know what you mean about being lonely, though. I've been lonely all my life. Except for the times when my uncle was around. He's a lovely person. He kind of gives out, if you know what I mean?" She looked up searchingly.
Cyn laughed at her. "I'll bet he gives out. I saw the way you looked when you came in here this morning. He'd been giving out pretty heavily from the way you were walking. Looked as if he'd left a little bit of what he'd been giving out between your legs."
Jodie tried to smile at her friend's blunt way of speaking. Though most of the talk was bordering on the offensive and a few days before, Jodie would have shunned anyone who asked her questions as Cyn did, she was beginning to see beneath the other girl's facade. It was like her boy friend's mask. Both were nice people underneath the posture that they presented to the world. Nice people. But lonely and afraid. The only way that Jodie knew to establish a relationship with people was to give. Give of herself.
Trying to establish an intimacy between them, a common bond of their femininity, Jodie sat up in the water and presented her boyish back to Cyn.
"Here," she told her. "I thought that you said something about scrubbing my back. I think you are just talking to get out of your promises."
Her friend stood up and reached for the soap, her pendulous breasts swung inches away from Jodie's upturned face.
"What the hell, why not," Cynthia shrugged. "And why stop at the back? May as well do the lot while I've got my hands wet."