Chapter 15
Norfolk was no different from any other town for Myra. The house was bigger, noisier, and her room slightly larger, with a washbasin and a bidet that baffled her at first, until the Madam, released on bail, explained it to her. Then it seemed an amazing convenience. Sometimes, even when she hadn't been screwing, she used it, just for the stimulus of the warth water flushing up her little cunt.
Her first customer to ask for her specifically was a man who said that Smathers had recommended her. She was afraid at first that he would want Smathers favorite, the sixty-nine. Somehow she didn't want to suck off anyone but Smathers, who was a very special person in her young life. But this customer, Charles Freeman, preferred what he called the "rocking chair," essentially the same as Skibo had taught her and Jackson had used. Except that Freeman wanted it in a real rocking chair, and sent his own to the house.
Freeman -she could never call him "Chuck" as he suggested, saying it made him feel younger was older than Smathers, with the same dapper air and bright, quizzical smile as he stood looking at her that first night.
"You are a lovely child. And quite as beautiful as Jack said. Even in that dress, which is atrocious, my dear. You must let me pick out some clothes for you. Something elfin. A dusty green, I think. With sprigs of lavender. Round collars with lace ruching and . . . " He laughed softly. "But I'm not here to dress you. Rather the other way round, eh?"
In spite of his odd way of saying things, Myra understood what he meant. "You want me naked ? " She was losing the old, slurred speech; school had taught that much, though at the moment she was a little too conscious of it and a shade over-elegant.
"That would be delightful, my dear." And he sat in his personal rocking chair, watching her with such bright, inquisitive eyes she felt embarrassed and turned her back to skin out of her dress.
As she turned around, revealing the slim perfection of her body, her high, firm breasts and the little pubic mound that was now getting a fine dusting of hair, he patted his hands softly, like someone at a play. "Beautiful! Exquisite! It is a shame to hide that loveliness under clothing." He sighed. "But society demands it. And perhaps wisely. I'm afraid you would cause riots, nude like that. Come here, child."
She walked slowly toward him, her body reacting once more to the intentness of his look, his reaching hands, starting again those hot flashes up her little cunt, warming her breasts, starting her nipples to a trembling erection.
He caught her shoulders and held her off, his bright eyes skipping from breasts to thighs, to her pubic mound and back. "He didn't do you justice. And the face; so youthful! Such soft, curved lips. That delicious little nose! And those wide, innocent eyes, positively sooty with long lashes. Amazing! And you've been doing this for how long? Three years now?" He clucked, shaking his head. "How do you retain that air of sweet innocence? I'd swear you've never known a man."
Myra didn't know how to explain that she simply turned herself off, sliding into a dream world of the "Escape Hatch" and let her treacherous little body take over, responding to sex with animal eagerness. "I just let go."
And her body was already responding as Freeman ran his hands questingly over her back, her breasts and down her thighs, shivering with eagerness to feel a prick rammed up her cunt, exploding within her.
He cradled her in his arms and lifted her onto his lap, cupping a hand under one breast, devouring it with his eyes. She laid her head on his shoulder and peered up at him from under the sooty lashes, waiting patiently, though her body was already reacting, with juices forming in her cunt, moistening it for. the final entry.
He caressed her whole body, running his hands gently over her flesh, stirring once again the frantic urgency, so that she writhed in his arms. He seemed to get immense gratification out of just seeing and touching her, running his hand between her legs,. touching her little cunt, prying into it with a gentle, questing finger. He kissed her breasts, running his tongue around her nipple and then poking at it with his tongue, almost as if he were fucking her breast with his tongue.
And her body answered each of his exciting moves, opening her legs, the lips of her cunt wide to his touch. She whimpered softly as he finger-fucked her, very nearly reaching climax.
Suddenly he stiffened, getting red in the face and clasping her close. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" And buried his face against her breast, shaking. "Oh, God. It's happened. It's happened. I thought I could hold it, but it's happened."
Myra came out of her dream of an "Escape Hatch" that had resembled closely Smathers mountain cottage. She was alarmed, startled into sitting up. "What happened ? "
He raised a haggard face to hers, trying to smile. "I came. I came without ever knowing the loveliness of you. Forgive an old man his foolish weakness."
She reached up and touched the ravaged face. "Can't you do it again ? " In her experience men seemed always ready, eager for seconds, even thirds.
He brightened a little. "Possibly. Just possibly. Could you wait?"
Myra nodded. "But the Madam might want you to pay again."
"That's all right. Quite. I'll pay for your whole evening and we can take our time. If it's all right with you ? "
Myra was aghast at this extravagance. Her whole evening Was a hundred dollars, out of which she would get forty, to add to the new "Escape Hatch" hoard. "If you want." The aches and desires of her body were subsiding now, but they could be aroused again.
Freemen went out, walking oddly and came back, smiling. "We have the night before us. Time to learn each other's body and know each one's needs. And this time I'll undress first. In anticipation."
He hung his clothes neatly, keeping his back to her. She was a little astonished at the flaccid buttocks and wrinkles across his back, a network of fine cross-hatchings. He turned, and she saw the patch of iron-gray hair on his chest and the meager bush of gray hair around his small, pendulous pecker. And his small, round little paunch. He must be old, quite a lot older than Smathers, whose body was firm and brown, though the skin was a little dry and papery.
Myra offered him the bidet as a convenience for washing himself but he laughed. "Not for me, child. I'll use the hand basin." And went over to wash his privates, talking to her over his shoulder. "This time I will not overestimate my ability. When I am ready . . . " He sighed and came back to her, holding out his arms. "You really are too lovely to be real. And yet you are. Delightfully real."
He picked her up once again and sat in the chair with her across his lap, already starting the fondling of her breasts, renewing the heat beneath them, rekindling the fires in her cunt and legs.
She lay in his arms, feeling each move of his hands, feeling him kiss and fondle her breasts and the fires built. Her breasts ached, her little cunt mouthed at his fingers, and her legs were weak, wide open for him long before she felt the quiver of his pecker coming to life again, tapping softly against her little rump.
When finally he turned her to face him, straddling his thin legs, her body was in a ferment of desire, once cheated of fulfillment and now aroused again She whimpered with eagerness as his pecker slid into her, inching her body forward to ram it far up her. She had scarcely jammed her little cunt down tight against his pelvis, feeling the rub of his shaft far up her cunt, than she exploded into climax, writhing against him, whimpering, working her pelvis to ram it farther up her. And then went limp.
She was astonished a moment later to feel again the rising excitement, the heat and ferment of another climax. They worked together in a gradually increasing tempo. until he clutched her, held her tight, moaning, mouthing words she didn't hear. And they came together; a cataclysm of excitement.
She drooped in the chair, resting her head against his chest as he murmured endearments in her ear and stroked her shivering back. His pecker slid out of her cunt, bringing fresh shivers and one long shudder before she subsided in his arms.
"Would you mind, my dear, if I kissed your lovely little sex box? And drank of the wine of our joint endeavor?"
Odd as he talked, she sensed what he meant. He wanted to suck her cunt. Well, he had paid for the whole evening. She shivered in anticipation, knowing how Smathers had stimulated and excited her. She nodded her head slowly, and he sighed happily. "Stand up, my child. On my legs . . . There ! "
Standing thus put her little cunt just above his face and as he held her by her hips he tilted upward, easing her cunt with his tongue, lapping at her juices. "Delicious ! " Placing his lips over her little box, he sucked greedily.
She gasped, writhing, half squatting to ram her cunt closer on his mouth, whimpering again with eagerness, and reached climax again, spurting more juices into his mouth.
He laid back, sighing, and she slipped down into his laps, cradling against him, already half asleep. He held her close, soothing her body with soft pats and gentle caresses. "And we have the night before us."
He carried her to the bed cradled in his arms, and laid her gently down, standing back to study her slimness, the tapered legs, the soft mounds of breast, the amber-pink nipples, soft and quiescent now and her little cunt that had given him such delight. "And the rest of the night to lie beside you."
He climbed into bed with her and she cuddled sleepily against him, murmuring. He put an arm around her, softly touching one breast, and sighed. And they both slept.