Chapter 3
I stood outside the door of Holly's apartment trying to get up nerve enough to ring the buzzer. My palms were sweating and there was a knot in the pit of my stomach the size of a tennis ball. I'd rehearsed all the way over the excuse I'd give for coming to her home just a few hours after she'd left my office.
I pressed the buzzer twice and the door opened four inches. Holly's lovely brown eyes were on mine.
"Oh-hi!" The door closed for a moment, a chain rattled near my nose, and then the door swung open. She was wearing something pink and green that clung to her slender, richly curved body.
"You don't seem surprised to see me."
"I guess I'm not. I suppose I'm rather glad to see you. Is that a sign of progress in your patients, Doctor?" The remarkable smile lit up her face briefly and then disappeared so swiftly that it might not have existed other than in my own mind. She motioned me to the couch that filled one entire wall of the small but immaculate apartment. "Is this a professional visit?"
I sat down. "I suppose it is, in a way. But there's nothing in the oath that doctors take that says a professional visit can't be a social one as well."
Her smile returned-and remained. "You'll have a drink with me, then?"
"Of course. If it's no trouble." I rippled my fingers nervously on the arm of the couch, feeling immensely stupid for even being there in her apartment, and discovering that I was intensely curious as to what she might be thinking at that moment. But I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be. The vivid memory of what had just occurred between my wife and Dave Foster made it practically impossible not to be there. And that realization was not a comfortable one, but I recognized the truth. Holly was returning from the kitchen with two huge glasses.
"It's two drinks in one," she said, placing one of them carefully on the table before the couch. "Saves getting up so often." She sat beside me, fully as discreetly as she'd done at my office just before pole-axing me with the line about how she loved to suck cocks. She apparently sensed my thoughts, for she added, "Don't worry, doctor, I won't assault you again, not unless you want to be assaulted."
She was wearing a hot pink sweater that showed off the full cleavage of her ripe, lush breasts, and when she leaned over to get her drink I could see the delectable valleys between those sweetly big nippled mounds. My breath stuck in my throat and there was a sudden ringing in my ears. Her dark green fitted slacks tucked snugly into what I imagined was the sweetest mound of venus yet to be known to man. My cock began to rise, and I hurriedly crossed my legs. She noticed this and a little smile lit up her face. She straightened her shoulders a little more so her breasts jutted out. She sipped at her drink.
"Now, what sort of-professional-business brings you all the way out here to see little Holly?" she asked coyly.
I'd been rehearsing the reason all the way over, but now-listening to it in my mind's ear-it sounded rather phony and transparent. I struggled to take my eyes off those magnificent tits and the deep valley that turned white as it swept into her sweater.
"Please don't laugh, but quite frankly I want to offer you a-I suppose you'd call it a 'deal'," I said hesitantly.
She laughed. "Propositions I understand, but not 'deals.' You'll have to explain a little more."
I flushed. Behind this beautiful, innocent-looking face was a world of wisdom. She might not understand why she is as she is, I thought, but she seems to have figured out almost as much about me as I've been able to learn about her in these two encounters today. Aloud, I said, "Well, it's really quite simple. You see, I'm working on a book-who isn't these days?- and it's the usual technical kind of thing doctors write for each other and which practically nobody ever reads. But doing this sort of thing helps get us admitted to exclusive clubs of all sorts ..." I broke off lamely.
"I don't think I'm following you," she said honestly puzzled.
I took a long swallow of the drink. It was a jolt. Two in one, she'd said-well, it was that. "Case studies, Holly. Psychiatrists write psychiatric case studies. I'd like to include yours in the book." I added quickly, "No names, of course."
She shrugged lightly. "Sure, why not?"
"In exchange, we'll forget about bills for your treatment."
"You mean I get the headshrink for free?"
"Yep." I smiled. "Not only free, but delivered."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you don't even have to bother coming to the office anymore. I'll make myself completely available to you." Her steady gaze unnerved me and I cursed myself for flushing. "I mean, we can conduct the therapy at your convenience. Right here, if you like."
She was silent for a moment, but she went right on studying me intently with those soft brown eyes. Finally, she said, "It sounds great but it also sounds kind of one-sided. What do you expect to get out of it? Just one chapter in a book?"
"That's all I'm asking for, Holly."
"But you expect to get more." She laughed. Her insight at times was startling-and unnerving. I couldn't answer her, nor could I meet her steady gaze. I studied my drink while she studied my profile. "Okay, Doc. You got a deal."
I let out my breath very slowly and softly, and took a long pull on my drink, choking on the mouthful of icy liquid at her next question.
"Is she a real bitch?" she asked evenly.
"Wh-who-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"Oh, I don't know who. I just mean the woman who got you all strung out. Is she a bitch?" she asked candidly, eyes wide.
"Holly, you're mistaken. I just made this proposal because I know you work for a living and treatment with a psychiatrist can be terribly expensive. I would like to include your case history in my book and in exchange you could avoid some massive bills." The words came out but they sounded phony as hell even to me. I couldn't look at her.
Holly reached over and put her hand on my arm. "Hey, Doc. I'm kinda dumb. It's none of my business. Sure ... sure, it's a deal."
I raised my eyes slightly and found myself looking down the neck of that hot pink sweater into the valley between her breasts. Oh, God, my prick was raising its head again. She was so close I could smell the lush sweet warmth of her body. I pulled her close and ran my tongue down the front of her sweater.
Holly tensed up and with a tremendous show of strength pushed me away. "Oh," she shuddered. "Don't touch me. God, I thought you knew that after today in your office. I'll give you a blowjob and love it, but keep your hands and mouth off me or forget the whole thing." She rose and walked across the room.
"Damn it, I'm sorry, Holly. I didn't mean that. It's just that you were kind to me-and so damn right about a woman having me all strung out-and you smell so delicious. Maybe I've been wanting to admit this thing about my wife to someone besides myself for a long time-a long, long time. Maybe I should go see a shrink."
Holly laughed and came back to the couch. "Okay," she said lightly. "Go ahead and 'admit' it. Maybe it will make you feel better."
Taking a deep breath, I plunged in. "Yeh. She is a bitch. Silver-plated. A genuine USDA Government Inspected Bitch. And I didn't know until tonight just how much of a bitch. You are now looking at a damned real honest-to-God cuckold."
"A what?-"
I shook my head. "You really throw me, Holly. You're so blasted wise about some things and totally unaware of most other things. You seem on occasion to be almost anciently wise, and I find it difficult to believe that you're real and not a big put-on. You're the one with the problem, remember? And damned if it doesn't seem that you're coping more realistically with your problem than most of the rest of us cope with ours. You can't imagine what deep- uh, admiration-I've developed since we've met and talked." Wow, I thought to myself, this double talk is really getting through to you, you lying bastard.
Holly sank back on the couch in one of her "you're putting me on" poses. "Jesus, Doc, if this is a proposition, it's got to be the most obscure one of the century. Lay it on me... what are you talking about?"
A proposition might have been the real reason for my having been driven from my home and for my sitting there at that moment-but her gaze banished it. We just sat there: me feeling like the world's biggest asshole, and Holly making a small design on the moisture clinging to the sides of her glass.
"So ... uh ... what's a cuck-what you said?" she asked finally.
"A guy who's a cuckold is a man whose wife prefers getting her sex from somebody else." The words came out hard.
Holly fell silent. She rose and walked to the stereo, slipped a cartridge into the player, filling the room with pulsating Latin rhythm which actually jarred my aching balls. Unconsciously, Holly moved to the music as she returned to the couch. Then she did a strange thing: she giggled. Just the way a little girl would giggle. "Well, Doc, do you want to lean back and talk while I take notes-or do you want to begin this 'deal' now?"
It came as a shock that the practicing psychiatrist was getting some excellent therapy from his patient. Playing it cool, I took a notebook and pen from my pocket and suggested we start on the first of those free fifty-minute hours to which she was entitled.
Holly pursed her lips, appeared to give the idea only fleeting attention, and said, "Okay, Doc."
I poised the pen, saying "We can get a lot of things out of the way that I should have asked this afternoon. For example, what sort of work do you do?"
"Hey, you really didn't do your homework tonight, did you? I told your gal at the office everything but the location of a small strawberry mole before she'd even let me in your door." Holly gave me a sidelong glance.
"Miss McIntyre sometimes doubles as a social worker and collects information for her own use-especially if the patient is a young, beautiful girl. Your file hasn't gotten to my desk yet-or at least it hadn't when I'd left the office. She is more nosy than dedicated... and she likes to know all about my 'nicest' female patients."
"Oh," Holly commented, appearing to mull this over. "You screwing her, Doc?"
Blast. I'd considered it many times but had never gotten around to making it an issue. "No, Holly, I'm not screwing Miss McIntyre."
"Hmmmm. Then why is she jealous?"
"I don't know. Maybe she'd like to have me screw her. But, Holly, we're not getting any place with this line of conversation."
"Well, Girl Friday took down practically my life story so you'll probably find it on your desk in the morning. Anyhow, I'm one of the near-nude attractions at..." She named a place popular of late with tourists and "visiting firemen."
"I'll get my portable tape recorder from the car before we get into this." I started to get up but her hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Don't bother. I have plenty of blank cartridges right here." She crossed to the stereo unit and a moment later the music was silenced and a blank tape inserted. She plugged the microphone in and came back to the sofa, untangling cord as she moved. "Go, Doc," she said, getting cozy beside me on the sofa-much closer, I noticed, than she'd been before.
"Where, uh, where did we stop this afternoon?" I said.
"Will you stop acting coy, Doc? You know very well where. I told you about sucking my first cock. At fourteen."
"Oh, yes. Well, would you like to talk more about that first time?"
She shrugged. "I told it all this afternoon. There isn't anything else to tell, Doc. Not about that time."
"Were there other times? With that same man, I mean."
"Everytime I sat for him ... which was pretty frequently, naturally. After a while, it was even plain to me that he'd just make up reasons to need a sitter... just to get his cock sucked by this hot little fourteen-year-old he'd lucked into. Understandable, I guess. I suppose it feels pretty great to a man." She picked up an imaginary piece of lint from my jacket. "Also." She tacked the last word on as an afterthought, and with no small quantity of suggestion and continued looking directly into my eyes.
"Well, yes," I offered weakly. "I... uh... suppose it does. I wouldn't really know about that-I mean-I mean, why don't you tell me about another time-with someone else-and perhaps we can find a new clue as to what was driving you in this one direction."
"How about the time I blew a whole basketball team? You wanna hear about that?"
I gulped. "A whole basketball team-in one session?"
"Uh huh. Just the first string, though. Five guys. You want to hear or not?"
Ella Masters and Dave Foster didn't even exist. "Holly," I began, trying to put a professional note into my voice, "I want to hear everything-absolutely everything-that you're willing to tell. It's the only way we'll find the key that opens the door to your problem."
Her large brown eyes searched mine for a moment. "Okay," she said. "Well, I was a cheer leader. I must have been about fifteen at the time, 'cause I was a freshman in high school. I was sexy-looking and I'm telling you that not because I'm bragging but because cheer leaders always are. That's how they get the job. If you got a nice ass and decent tits and can look cute, you got a real good chance of being a cheer leader.
"It helps a lot, of course, if you screw... but most guys who audition girls to be cheer leaders usually figure that any girl who's got a nice ass and boobs will screw sooner or later, anyway. The poor dumb bunny who picked me just took too much for granted. Remember, I told you before that screwing was just something I wouldn't-couldn't do.
"Well, it was the night we beat one of the Boise teams that was supposed to be so great-the Boise Braves-and our team was made up mostly of horny farm boys who hadn't even seen a basketball until they got into high school. Everyone always beat us ... everyone!
"Let me tell you, spirits were running pretty high after our guys beat that big city team. There was a party in the boys' locker room afterwards... what a change from the usual wake after each game. Anyway, it started out with doughnuts and soda pop until all the coaches and some other adults had left, and then one of the seniors with a fake ID card went out and got some beer. That's when things started getting more interesting ... real fast. One of the other cheer leaders was the first to strip... she said she couldn't do the high kicks well with her clothes on, and just peeled them off. Some of the other girls followed her, and next the guys stripped. The first-stringers were all back of their lockers gangbanging the cheer leaders who were willing to screw.
"There was this one tall, kinda bulky guy named Paul who had long blond hair down to his shoulders. He grabbed Nancy and shoved his prick into her while the others watched. Everybody was getting drunker and more excited by the minute. I remember Paul had Nancy's legs almost over her head and I could see some furry brown hair over her gash and kinda pink lips that opened up when Paul came down on her. She took all four of the guys on later... one at a time ... while the others watched.
"One of the guys, a big stud named Mark, said he wanted to do it dog fashion. I didn't know what he meant-but Nancy did-and she got down on her hands and knees and Mark got down on his hands and knees, too, and crawled toward her... growling. He pushed her head down until her ass was way up in the air and her slit was really split wide open. Then he shoved that huge thing into her and grabbed her around the waist, probably 'cause she was all slippery from Paul's cum. They went all over the back part of the locker room on their knees with Mark plumbing in and out and howling like a dog.
"Some of the other girls lay down on the floor, stark-naked, and one of the guys went along behind each one. Then they played a sort of game where each guy put his prick into a cunt... held it for a count of five... rammed it in and out twice more ... and then went on to the next girl.
"A couple of the guys creamed themselves just watching as they went to the end of the line and played with themselves to get a hard on so they could play leap frog, too. First- and second-stringers were competing to see which could hold out the longest.
"We had this one kid on the team named Mario... and he was supposed to have a cock on him that was eight inches long. The girls used to talk about it before we went out for practice... but I never really believed them until that evening. Mario's skin was rather soft, light olive, and he was nearly six three. I couldn't believe how he was built until I saw him... and then I knew the girls had been right. His prong was long and real thick ... it was real powerful looking, and he had hairy, heavy-looking balls. The head of his prong was deep purple and it looked long enough to go from the edge of those wide open cunt lips right through to their breasts. Wow! You should have seen him screw those girls, Doc!
"He'd just get to each girl and kinda jockey his position... and then grunt, heading home. You should have heard them all squeal when Mario rammed them. He went through the line-up four times-shoving in, waiting for a count of five, ramming it in and out two more times, and then on to the next girl.
"Nancy-the one who'd played girl-dog to Mark-said all the other pricks felt like toothpicks after Mario ... and that they all had tried to squeeze up their cunt muscles so he'd blow his wad in them... but they didn't get him... I did!
"He was the first one I blew off. I was kinda just sitting there and taking all this stuff in, when pretty soon the first-stringers drifted over to me 'cause I wasn't screwing. Having drunk an awful lot of beer, they were getting a little nasty. They used a lot of dumb, childish things to try and get me to put out, but I wasn't about to. It all looked so sick-those guys sticking their things into all those holes. Anyhow, I guess they thought they'd shock me-like you tried to do this afternoon, Doc.
"One of them-that big stud, Mario, pushed me down on my knees in front of his cock which started getting hard right off the bat... without me doing anything but look at it from my hunched position. My face was real close to it and in a couple of seconds it had raised up enough so the head was rubbing against my lips. I got all choked inside... here it was... love and all... and all of a sudden I was dying of that old starvation. And this time there were five guys around me in a circle. I was mouth to prick with the biggest hunk of 'love' I'd ever encountered. I guess I was a little afraid that they'd get sore at me... and possibly rape me ... so I was pretty scared.
"The next thing I knew I had opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and had given Mario's prick a big lick. He let out a yell that brought everyone... the girls, too ... all in close.
"It turned out later that none of the guys had ever had a blowjob before-and a lot of them ended up liking it a lot better than fucking. Some of the girls were rather mad at me at first, but they finally did blowjobs on the guys themselves.
"Well, anyhow, Doc, Mario backed off when I first licked him and then he really came on strong. Boy, was he hung! Like a stud horse! And did he shoot his load! Wow! I felt like I'd had a ten-course dinner when he'd finished. I used my left hand to cradle his huge testicles and my right hand to stroke that throbbing rod. There was a little hole in the center that grew so big I could stick the end of my tongue deep into it ... and when I flicked my tongue in and out, he moaned and tightened up his ass his ball's twitching in my hands. I thought I would choke when I took his whole cock into my mouth ... it rammed back to my tonsils and caressed my throat, pulsating at my lips, and then landed against the top of my mouth.
"He grabbed me by the hair and mouth-fucked me right out of my mind. All of a sudden my mouth filled with a hot honey-cream that spurted like a fountain down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and even gagged because there was so much ... but I couldn't swallow fast enough to take all his cum. He finally dropped away from me and his cock kept streaming out jism on my face and hair ... and some drops of it fell like milk crystals on the dark green of my sweater. Oh, I felt so good! So warm and wanted and loved! And there were more cocks ... I reached for the next one.
"Mark was next in line ... he was head man on the team and was really sort of upset that Mario had got there first. Mark held my head and started fucking me in the mouth. He was so horny that he only got in about six good strokes before he shot his load all over my tonsils ... and it was quite a load, too. It was spurting out faster than I could swallow so that some ran down my chin. The next guy in line had his cock already hard and in position before Mark even pulled his out of my mouth. I turned my head and his cock slipped right in between my lips like a sweet over-sized popsicle. I got a chance to suck this one pretty good ... using my tongue a lot ... and just as the guy was starting to cum, one of the younger guys who was just standing there jacking off from watching, moved closer and pressed the head of his cock against the corner of my mouth ... and his jazz started shooting out like crazy, running down both sides of my face.
"I remember being a little surprised at how much force it had behind it, and yet not surprised. My mouth was still almost full of cum from the guy blasting away at my tonsils, but I guess I moved back a little from reflex of the spurting on my face, 'cause that cock slipped out of my mouth and a heavy stream of jism shot out of the end of it as it sprang up at a sharper angle and landed in my hair. I was really excited by then ... and the next thing I knew I was licking the head of the guy's cock who had been jacking off.
"The two guys who had been patiently waiting their turns both stepped closer and offered me their prongs. I started sucking them off- both at the same time-using my hand on one while I licked the other and then switching back again. They both came at the same time and their cocks were both in my mouth ... so their cum was spurting simultaneously ... shooting out with a lot of force-but not with as much force as with Mario.
"That was the first time I had ever had two dicks in my mouth together like that, and I have to admit it was a wild, exciting sensation. I can't remember ever having felt more loved than I did right at that moment. I didn't want it to ever stop ... I couldn't stop ... I practically went crazy. I was drenched in cum already, but still I wanted more and more of it.
"The next thing I knew I'd grabbed Mario's dick in my hand and was stuffing it into my mouth again ... trying to get it hard ... swirling my tongue all around the head and sucking it back to life. I loved having him moan with pleasure, and I loved the feel of his prickly, bushy hair tickling around my mouth and face. I didn't take very long ... he really turned me on. I cradled his balls and wished I could get all of them into my mouth along with that tree trunk shaft... I even tried. That big prong went halfway down my throat but try as I might he was too big ... and there wasn't room for anymore. It excited me just to hear the heavy breathing of Mario and the other guys as Mario plunged his dick back and forth into my mouth. I never before had felt I was loving the whole world ... and even more important ... that the whole world was loving me. It didn't take long with Mario.
"I felt his testicles tighten up, and I opened my throat even more so I could take all the love he was shooting into my body. I wound up sucking off all five of them a second time ... and it took a lot longer to get them to shoot off than it had before ... naturally.
"With a couple of the guys, I did it a little differently ... just as they were getting ready to blow their load, I slipped the head of their cocks from between my already cum-dripping lips and held their jerking, iron-hard pricks in my hand, purposely directing their cum all over my face ... letting it spurt like honey all over my face ... nearly ecstatic at the feel of that white, hot liquid pouring out on my skin and dripping down.
"The pricks would be level with my face and I raised my head a little so I could see, the hole at the head of each prong. I felt like the world had stopped each time the first jet came to the end and started toward me. I felt like a small kitten that someone was petting all over, and I remember a funny sound coming from my throat -almost like a purr-and I whipped my head like crazy so it would hit all over me ... and some of it even landed in my mouth, but I didn't bother to swallow. I wanted to be saturated with love. I knew the girls were standing around watching but they weren't making a sound. As the red and gold lights went off in my head I remember thinking they looked like a lot of strange fish. Their faces were white and their mouths were opening and closing like fish do when first taken from water. One of the girls- Nancy-was kind of crouched down and was jamming her finger back and forth in her cunt, but I guess I was the only one who noticed it 'cause all eyes were on me. They all loved me then-I could tell. It was on their faces and coming out of the prongs that were all directed toward me."
Holly paused. "I can't describe to you how really wonderful it felt ... if I could, I guess maybe you'd be able to help me ... to tell me why it is all so wonderful then and so terrible later."
There was a long silence in the small apartment. In all the four years I'd been practicing psychiatry, I had never before listened to anything like this. Yet the entire episode had been delivered in tones almost matter-of-fact by the lovely honey-blonde young girl beside me on the couch ... her fingers picking abstractly at my jacket every now and then.
I finally broke the silence. "What did you do, Holly, after it was all over?"
"Well, when I'd sucked off all the fellows there-and a couple who wanted more-the crowd just started to drift off. No one said a word ... the guys went to the boys' lounge to dress and the girls went behind the lockers. There wasn't a sound. I was on my knees, on the floor that was as cold as ice, my hair and clothes were sticky with cum and there were small crystal strings on my face. I didn't feel love or loved them ... I just felt terribly alone and terribly lonely. The same old 'after' shame and disgust with myself. I just stayed there on my knees and wished the good fairy would grant me one wish-to just disappear from the face of the earth.
"'Put your coat on ...' someone said to me. I didn't even look up. Someone put a coat over my shoulders and raised me up. I looked and it was Mario. He sort of pushed and steered me to his car, opened the door and helped me inside. I huddled by the door and he drove me home. When we got to my house, he turned off the motor and we just sat there. I was huddled against the car door and the glass felt cool on my face. I felt like an outcast from the world. Mario tugged on the coat so I was turned around facing him. I couldn't even look at him. His words sounded gruff to me, but he wasn't trying to be gruff. He told me that from now on I was his girl ... and that I was to drop the cheer leaders' group the next day. Then he kissed me on the forehead and helped me out of the car and up the stairs. He got the key from my purse, opened the door and pushed me inside.
"I stood there, leaning against the closed door for a long, long time before I finally went to my room. I remember going to the bathroom, stripping, and scrubbing my hair and face. I took my clothes and put them in a paper bag, and stuffed it way in the back of my closet. Then I lay down on the bed. I remember seeing the light of dawn making patterns on the funny old wall paper ... but I don't remember falling asleep ... I only remember wishing I were dead."
As I sat there listening to Holly's monologue, I discovered suddenly that I was trying to suppress my feelings, feelings that were not quite sexual ... not quite pity. Perhaps it was simply a very intense compassion and desire to help her ... to understand and exorcise this strange demon which had somehow possessed her in some remote time in her life ... to help bring her out into life and into sex as it should be. But what were my real motives, I found myself abruptly wondering. To do, quite openly and competently, my duty as her doctor? Or was it something more base or carnal even? To be the first man to possess this kind of alien virgin; a virgin who no doubt already had had more men sexually-in her own restricted way-than probably the average professional whore? Or did it perhaps go even beyond ... deeper than that? I raised my glass and discovered the ice cubes, and their dreams of glory had melted away.
"Aren't you going to say anything, Doctor Masters?" Holly asked finally.
"Holly," I heard myself saying, "would you please call me Cord?" I have to confess that I nearly fell off the couch as I heard what my lips had phrased.
"Sure, Cord," she said quickly, in that same matter-of-fact tone of voice. "You're the doctor." She was smiling brightly.
I set the glass down carefully and looked at her, just as carefully. "I'm sorry, Holly. It was stupid of me to ask something like that of you."
"Why?"
"Well, it's just that-"
"Afraid I'll lose my respect for your position and learning?" A tiny sort of toying-with-me smile still lingered on her lips, and her eyes were sparkling.
"No, no, no. Certainly not. Nothing like that. I just thought that perhaps you might think that I said it as an attempt to reduce our relationship from the professional to-"
"To what, Cord?"
"To-dammnit, you know what! Now, please stop doing that!" I was becoming increasingly agitated and trying rather desperately not to show it. I gathered the threads of my composure into a tight little ball and drank the cool liquid at the bottom of my glass. Occupational therapy ... for trembling nerves.
"Let me fix you another drink." Holly had risen to her feet and was standing very close to me. I imagined-or thought I imagined-that I could feel her body warmth in the room like the sun on my face on a hot day.
I tried shaking my head. "It-uh-it really isn't necessary."
"Oh, yes, it is," Holly said, taking my glass from my hand.
I watched her make her barefooted way across the thick pale blue carpet. Barefooted. Strange. I hadn't noticed that before. She paused beside the stereo and changed the cartridge. A slow, sensuous soul rock flooded the room.
Magically, she was back. She handed me my drink and, her own carefully balanced, settled back again beside me. Closer than before? My mind was trying to tell me that.
"Know something, Cord?" She was peering over the rim of her glass with those magical brown eyes.
"What?" I asked, hiding inadequately behind the booze.
"You're a nice guy."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are ... and you should know by now that bluntness is my major flaw ... well, maybe a close second." She giggled again like the little girl. "So you, of all people, shouldn't have to ask why I said it. But I'll tell you why, anyway."
I reached along the back of the couch and caught a small tendril of her silken hair between my fingers. I lowered my defenses, exposing my target of opportunity. "Okay."
She tilted her head slightly to one side. "You're a nice guy because at this very moment you'd like more than anything in the world to screw me-but you won't even try. Hey! Cord! Look at me."
I looked.
"I'm-I'm grateful," Holly said softly.
There wasn't a damn thing I could say, so I took a super gulp of the gigantic drink she'd fixed me and suddenly discovered, as the liquid fire hit my gut, that I no longer had to look away from her.
"I know you need something very badly right now," she was saying. The soul rock beat pounded through the room and drummed at my aching balls. "But there's only one thing I can give you. You know that."
"Yes."
Pause. "Do you want it?"
I sat like a marble statue.
A moment later her head was in my lap and her hand was tugging at the zipper of my trousers.
Holy, Holly, Holly. She had a cunt in her mouth. Tight and pulsating, moist and loaded with muscles that tugged and pulled at my prong.
She undressed me ... quickly and eagerly. Her hands pushed my legs apart and her tender fingers lifted my testicles. Her flaming tongue lapped at my balls and ran up the muscle-rippling underside of my prick to the swollen head. She took my ruby head, half-hooded in its foreskin, and licked with pleasure, swirling her tongue around and around in maddening circles. She rocked her head a little, obviously loving my prong with her whole mouth as my penis-veins throbbed. I watched as a drop of clear liquid decorated my head-hole and Holly swooped it away with her tongue, savoring the delicate flavor. Her soft, tender hands alternated from kneading my ass to caressing my testicles, and my prong would leap at each skilled touch, feather light.
It was intoxicating to watch the honey-blonde head bob over my prick. I took my hands and pushed away the long hair so I could watch that magical mouth at work. She played on my prong like a master musician plays an instrument, and I felt a high pitched note in my head as the pressure built up in my scrotum. I drove my shaft wildly into her hot mouth, mouth-fucking this beautiful creature with blind lust and madness, groaning as the first powerful jets shot out of my prick like molten lead under pressure and incredible waves of pleasure swept over me. I nearly lapsed into unconsciousness as her mouth drained me dry.
A strange, rhythmic sound buzzed in my ears. My God! I thought. She's purring!