Chapter 4
It was a little over a year after they were married before Harold gave up his job at Sears and devoted his full time to insurance. The going was rough at first and Elsie spent quite a bit of time peddling her ass in order to keep things going. She still found time to take a typing course and bought a second-hand typewriter to help Harold with his career. Each night she would write flowery letters of thanks to each person who had seen him that day. She kept a file of everyone's birthday and wedding anniversary and sent out cards to which she signed his name.
During the lean early years she washed and ironed his shirts, pressed his suits, and kept his shoes shined. They were a real working partnership. In spite of all these activities, Elsie was a perfect wife and mother. When Harold was working on a real big prospect Elsie would often go with him and charm the potential client. At the end of four years, he was making as much at insurance as he had made on the steady job with Sears plus all his sideline activities. He was actually slightly ahead of his own career timetable.
The first really big break came when Harold sold a large policy to the president of a large engineering company. The man had indicated that he was considering a comprehensive insurance and retirement plan for all of his key executives and smaller life policies on some twelve hundred employees. The competition was heavy but Harold was promised a chance to present his proposal.
"Honey, if we could just swing this, we'll be on Easy Street from here on in. This deal can multiply our income by twenty. Just think of it." He was bubbling with enthusiasm as they discussed it at dinner that night.
During the next week, Harold worked virtually around the clock to set up what he thought would be the best plan possible. Elsie typed it up and made constant telephone calls to the engineering company in order to get necessary personnel information, etc. Even their sex life was forsaken to make every moment of time and every iota of energy available to the big project. What few hours they did get in bed, Harold spent in fitful sleep. He didn't have strength enough to get a hard-on. Sometimes Elsie would play with his cock even though he was asleep, but nothing happened. She found her hand straying then to her own crotch and she would finger herself until she got enough relief to allow her to sleep.
One afternoon Harold came home quite elated. Mr. Myers had accepted his invitation to dinner the night before the proposals were to be submitted.
"I don't think he'd have said he'd have dinner with us unless he intends to buy from me. Do you agree?" he asked.
"I'm sure I don't know. I've never even met the man. What kind of a guy is he?" she asked.
"Well, he's fifty-six years old, a widower, and he neither smokes nor drinks. I'm afraid he has no vices. He is a self-made man who has amassed a fortune and admires hard work and success in others. You'll see. You're having dinner with us Thursday night."
Thursday morning Harold gave Elsie twenty dollars to go to the beauty shop; a rare treat for her. At the beautician's suggestion, she had her hair bleached to a platinum blonde and arranged in a dramatic bouffant. While the operator was out of the booth and the curtain was closed, she took some of the leftover bleach and sponged it onto her pubic hair. She had always heard that the collar and cuffs should match.
Harold got home late. He was laden down with packages. She had pressed his old blue suit and had a fresh shirt ready, but he had splurged on a new suit, shirt, and tie for the occasion. For her, he had a gold lame gown which accentuated her superb figure. There was another box containing a dark ranch mink coat, and smaller ones with a huge diamond ring and a diamond wristwatch.
"Have you gone nuts, spending all our money on this stuff?" she demanded.
"Just relax, baby. I didn't buy them. I rented them for the night. I want to make a big impression on Myers."
"Harold Levenson, you're a big fat phony!" she stormed, not being sure whether she was relieved or disappointed that the goodies weren't hers to keep.
"Not really. I just think that you have to look successful to be successful. If I can swing this deal, I'll buy you a better coat and jewelry than this, so Myers will never catch on. If we don't get it, we'll probably never see him again anyway, so what's the difference? At least you get to make like Cinderella for a night."
When they got dressed, Elsie led him into the bathroom so that they could look at themselves in the only full-length mirror in the apartment.
"We certainly make a handsome-looking couple," she exclaimed. "Too bad we can't dress like this all the time. I could get used to this real easy."
"Don't you worry, baby... someday we will. I promise you that."
Gates Myers was waiting for them in the lobby of the restaurant. Harold had purposely chosen the most expensive place in town. Elsie had never seen such grandeur. Even in her rented finery she felt, for the first time in her life, that she was really in her proper element. She had removed her gloves as they approached their guest. As they were introduced, she felt his eyes appraising her coat and ring. She wondered if he was impressed or if he disapproved.
When they were shown to their booth, she removed the coat. There was no mistaking the approval now as he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous figure which was shown off to such advantage by the shimmering gold lame.
Even though he did not drink, he insisted that Elsie have a champagne cocktail.
"I have never believed in forcing my abstinence upon others," he explained.
Gates Myers was a tall, athletic-looking man whose distinguished appearance and bearing fairly exuded wealth, success, and self-assurance. His steel-gray hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a moustache and a well-groomed short beard. Elsie had never cared much for bearded men, but she somehow could not picture him without it. His soft brown eyes had obviously seen much pain in his lifetime. There was an inherent goodness and kindness about his face mixed with an unmistakable inner sadness. She felt a strong and immediate attraction to this handsome man. She wondered what he would be like in bed, little realizing that he was entertaining the same thoughts about her at that very moment.
"You didn't tell me your wife was so lovely, Harold," he smiled, without taking his eyes off her.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Elsie replied, while Harold mumbled something about being a lucky man, indeed.
"You are the second loveliest lady I have ever seen," he explained. "The number one spot will always belong to the late Mrs. Myers."
She loved him for that. Women like for men, even men they may be personally interested in, to speak highly of their wives. She wondered if he realized this and had made the remark just to work his points with her. She rejected the thought.
He spoke proudly of his three grown children and four small grandchildren. He wanted to hear all about Lindy, as they called their daughter Melinda. Something about his manner made her realize that this was not just polite conversation between new friends but that he was sincerely interested.
"I am very impressed with your husband, Mrs. Levenson," he said, as though suddenly remembering that Harold was at the table.
"Please call me Elsie," she asked, treating him to her brightest smile.
"I would be delighted to, Elsie, provided that you call me Gates. I get 'mistered' to death at the office all day. It's a good thing I have to sign so many letters and checks or I might completely forget my first name."
"I'm filled with feminine curiosity, Gates. May I ask just what Harold did that impressed you. You see, if he did something smart, I'd like for him to know what it was so that he can do it more often."
"I find your frankness most refreshing, my dear. Well, for one thing he's a hustler. He hasn't left a stone unturned nor a vital question unasked. I am getting proposals from six companies. Most of them are larger than the firm your husband represents. They have large staffs of experts to prepare such presentations and yet four of them have asked for an extension in time. I have denied their requests. Harold told me earlier today that his proposal is complete and will be submitted on schedule. How many people did he assign to it?"
"Just me," she demurred, "and, of course, himself. He's nearly gone blind researching it and I have a confession to make. Everything about me is for real, except these false fingernails that I had glued on at the beauty shop this afternoon. I've broken every nail on my fingers, pounding away at that typewriter ever since you gave him this chance."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Harold was trying to shut her up. She knew that he was trying to bluff through the impression that he was a big, successful insurance man. She wondered if she had said the wrong thing. Gates Myers eyes were misty and she knew that her approach had been the right one when he explained, "I'm glad you told me that. You know, you and Harold remind me so much of my dear wife Helen and myself when we were about your ages and just getting started. I was a starving young engineer with a burning desire to be in business for myself. I bluffed my way onto the bidders' list on a big construction job. The specifications were murderously complex and the bid demanded tons of detail. I didn't even have any letterhead, much less a company. Helen hocked the wedding presents we had received and had fancy stationery printed. We lived on black coffee and Benzedrine for five days and nights to get our bid submitted. By the grace of God, we were the successful bidder and that is how my company got started. Money was so tight those first years that I never did get those wedding gifts out of the pawn shop. I hope that you never have to hock your furs or jewelry. It's an awful feeling."
Harold started to blush very noticeably, but Elsie fixed Gates Myers soft brown eyes in a level stare and said, "If I were to pawn these goodies I'd be in jail in five minutes. They don't belong to me. We rented them just for tonight, trying to make a big impression on you."
"Your refreshing honesty has made a bigger impression on me than the crown jewels would have. Now that we have been through our mutual confessions, what say we order dinner? I highly recommend their vichyssoise, followed by trout in aspic, garnished with tiny deveined Danish shrimp and a side order of the hot wilted lettuce salad."
"That sounds lovely to me. How about you, Harold?"
"Sounds great to me," Harold agreed, after he had a little difficulty finding his voice.
The food was superb and the dinner conversation relaxed. Gates enjoyed sharing with then some of the bittersweet memories of his early business career when his wife was his constant partner and helper. They topped off the meal with baked Alaska. Elsie frankly admitted that she didn't even know what it was. She could hardly believe that you could bake ice cream in the oven, even when it was covered with meringue.
They sat around, dawdling over coffee long after the table was cleared. Gates seemed reluctant to bring the evening to an end. Elsie excused herself and went to the ladies' room. She could feel his eyes on her body as she crossed the room.
Harold paid the check, amazed that it came to less than half of what he had figured. He was unaware that the considerate guest, who was thoroughly familiar with the menu here, had recommended the less expensive specialties of the house.
On the sidewalk, Harold prepared to signal a tazi but Gates insisted on his giving their address to his chauffeur. Elsie knew that her proud ambitious husband was ashamed to have his big prospect see the funny old building where they lived. When they came within two blocks of home, Gates Myers pointed out a decrepit old brownstone rooming house that made their ancient apartment building look palatial by comparison.
"That's where Helen and I lived the first five years we were married. Funny that our lives seem to run so parallel," he commented.
As she prepared to get out of the car, Elsie leaned over and kissed Gates gently on the cheek. She had the distinct feeling that this would not be the only time she would kiss him, nor the only place.
"Harold, I'll be expecting you with your presentation between eleven and eleven-thirty in the morning. Thank you for a lovely evening. Your delightful wife has made me feel young again."
On the way into the building Elsie wondered if there was a double meaning to his parting remark.
It had been the nicest social evening of her entire life. Now it was midnight and she was back in her own private pumpkin. She wanted to talk about it and relive it all. She knew that she had never looked prettier nor felt more regal. Going to the kitchen, she poured two large glasses of wine. The fur coat still hung from her shoulders and the glimmering gold gown made her look irresistibly sexy. Her cunt fairly ached for need of a good stiff cock inside it. They had been too busy for sex this past week, but tonight, if she played her cards right, maybe Harold would give her a little. Shit, she didn't want a little... she wanted a lot!
She carried the wine into the bedroom. Harold, her big strong lover, sprawled across the bed, still in his underwear. The long week's work and the emotional strain of the evening had been too much for him. He was dead to the world.
Turning out the light, she took the wine back into the living room and drank both glasses. She refilled one and then brought the bottle in. She took her drink into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub and admired her full-length image in the mirror. She tried to picture how she had looked to others in the fancy restaurant. Most of all, she thought of how she had looked to Gates Myers. She was a natural-born clothes horse. Opening her coat, she studied how the glittering gold dress strained slightly across her big, firm breasts and the fullness of her hips, she loved the way the diamonds sparkled when she moved her hand and arm against the light.
"Someday I'm going to have stuff like this... lots of it... and I won't have to take it back in the morning, either." The girl in the mirror smiled back at her for talking to herself. She raised her glass to the reflected image as she said, "I'll drink to that."
When she finished the bottle of wine, she undressed and hung the new dress and mink coat carefully in the crummy old closet. Wearing only her diamond watch and ring, she crawled into bed beside Harold. Once more she tried to arouse his sex center, but to no avail. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel it have Gates neatly trimmed beard tickling her as he sucked her tits and her cunt. Maybe she'd get lucky if she concentrated on it as she went to sleep and then would have a wet dream about it. She thought of the soft brown eyes, the slightly sad-looking face and the steel-gray beard until she slipped off into the arms of Morpheus. Then, after all her careful concentration, she dreamed about Indians.
On the morning of the big day, toward which they had both been working their asses off, Elsie awakened at six a.m. She reached out for Harold but he was not in bed beside her. From the bathroom she heard the sounds of horrible retching. She leaped from bed and rushed in. Harold was on his knees with his head in the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. "Harold, this is no time to be sick. This is the day we have been working so hard for. You've got to get that presentation down to Gates Myers," she screamed, ashamed that she sounded like a real fish-wife in doing so.
"Oh God, honey, I don't think I can go anywhere outside of a ten-foot radius of this little room with the plumbing. I'm just too sick."
"What in hell happened to you, anyway? We worked so hard for this day."
"In all of the excitement of last night and the importance of our meeting with Myers, I stupidly forgot the fact that I have always had a deadly allergy to seafood. Even as a kid, it made me turn purple and throw up, but I thought I had best accept his recommendations last night."
"But what about delivering the presentation this morning? You simply have to do that. Otherwise all our midnight oil has been burned in vain."
"I guess you'll have to deliver it for me," he said, just as he went into a dreadful spasm of the dry heaves.
When Elsie walked into the offices of the Myers Engineering Company, she felt a return of the same emotions that had engulfed her at the fancy restaurant last night. This was her element; this was the arena in which she should do her thing in life. After a ten-minute wait, the tall, distinguished, gray-haired receptionist ushered her into Gates Myers' inner sanctum.
"Good morning, Elsie. This is indeed a pleasant surprise. Where is Harold?"
"He is very sick. When I left him, he looked like he was in grave danger of drowning in the toilet bowl."
"Is that so? Protocol says that I must say that I am terribly sorry to hear that he is ill. Actually, that is a lie. Since I was so impressed with your total honesty last night, I must just as frank with you today. The truth of the matter is that I am delighted that we have this opportunity to be alone together."
Elsie felt what must have been a premature hot flash at his statement. Regardless of her emotions, she had a job to do and she was intent on carrying it through.
"I have brought in our proposal," she stated in what she hoped was a businesslike voice. "We worked very hard on it and Harold wanted to make sure that you received it on time."
"You said that just the way Helen would have, years ago," Gates remarked, as he took the bound presentation and placed it on his desk with the others.
"Harold asked me to point out one unique feature of his plan," she continued, walking around the desk to lean across him and open the presentation. The soft flesh of her breasts rubbed against his arm as she did.
Neither of them planned it or even realized it was happening. Suddenly she was in his lap and they were kissing passionately as their hands explored each other's body. It was as though they had been drawn together like two helpless particles by some irresistible magnetic force. His hands fumbled with her blouse and bra until the big lovely white globes were exposed to his view and touch. The slight tickling of his beard added to the erotic thrills that pulsed through Elsie's body as he sucked and chewed on first one firm pink nipple, then the other.
Her hand sought and found his cock which was rapidly erecting. She patted and rubbed it through his pants for a minute or two, then, as her own excitement mounted from the lovely attentions to her sensitive breasts, she unzipped his fly and reached in to extract his equipment. He had one of those short stubby cocks. It was perhaps two inches shorter than Harold's but nearly twice the diameter. It stood proudly erect while the rosy purple helmet looked as though it were worn at a jaunty angle as a result of his having been circumcised somewhat on the bias. Her coot fingers could barely encircle the thickness of his rod. She wondered if her lips and jaws would stretch open wide enough to enclose it. There was only one way to find out.
She slid from his lap and knelt on the floor into the recess of his huge desk as she lowered her face to his crotch. The broad head glistened with the heavy clear liquid proof of his excitement. She flicked at it with her tongue until she had licked off all of the sweet juices before trailing her tongue down the length of it and nuzzling her nose into his balls to inhale deeply of the musky fragrance of him. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft in a spiraling pattern like a barber pole, before opening her jaws to the straining point and forcing her soft lips around the huge circumference of his swollen glans.
Slowly, she lowered her face until, inch at a time, she took more and more of his thick cock into the warm, moist confines of her mouth. She had most of it orally contained when he suddenly rolled his chair forward, almost knocking her off balance in the little doghouse-sized cubicle beneath his desk. His hand clutched the back of her head and held her firmly on his burning prick as it rammed balls deep into her mouth.
Just at this moment she heard his secretary's voice. "Bill Scott is in the lobby, Mr. Myers, and would like to have ten minutes of your time."
"Tell him I can't possibly see him today. Give him an appointment sometimes tomorrow. Hold any calls, Miss Taylor, and see that I'm not disturbed until I've had a chance to peruse these insurance plans."
"Very well, sir," she agreed and within seconds Elsie heard the door close gently.
He never for a moment lost his cool. His voice had been calm and level. The austere Miss Taylor never had a moment's suspicion that his cock was being sucked by a beautiful woman whose bare tits pressed close to his legs. He had kept his head while she was giving him head. Now he rolled back his big swivel chair to give her more room in which to practice her artistic efforts. He leaned forward and caressed her lovely big tits while she slid her lips up and down the full length of his turgid prick, her tongue never ceasing the little butterfly flicks it gave to every nerve center. The soft moist enclosure of her mouth enraptured the burning skin of his bulbous glans and the swollen urethral tube along the lower length of his thick member.
It had been years since Gates had had any form of sex whatsoever. Now the superb blow job that this platinum-haired beauty with the big tits was giving him blew his mind as well as his balls. The colored lights flashed in his brain until he could stand it no longer and flooded her mouth with his heavy white come. It was as though his entire body had melted and been sucked into her mouth until she had completely consumed him.
"Oh, my God, that was wonderful my dear," he moaned while she kept on his drained cock with all of her tantalizing little after-come tricks with her tongue and lips.
"I had almost forgotten what a marvelous thing sex is," he explained when she finally released his now normal-sized limp cock and moved upward, grazing the dead member with the soft flesh of her still exposed tits.
"I'm happy that I have revived these old memories, along with the others of your late wife," Elsie said.
Once their clothing was properly rearranged, they left to have lunch together, exiting by the private door from his office to the corridor in order to avoid Miss Taylor.
At the restaurant, they were seated in a booth, side by side. Gates insisted that she have a champagne cocktail. She moved over very close to him. While she held the drink in her right hand and sipped on it, she moved her left hand over, under the cover of the tablecloth and stroked his stubby cock through his trousers. She could feel it twitch and grow as she caressed and massaged it. She knew that he was dying to fuck her. Her crotch was moist with her own excitation and she took his hand and guided it up under her short skirt. She almost creamed her jeans at the thrill of the touch of his fingers between her legs.
When he encountered the furry triangle of her sex, she squirmed and moaned as his fingers worked their way beneath her panties and into her creamy cunt to finger fuck her right there in public. She became so excited that she unzipped his fly beneath the tablecloth and began to run her cool fingers up and down the growing length of his swollen cock. She felt the muscular spasms start as she reached an orgasm to his prodding fingers right there in the restaurant. Placing her drink carefully on the table, she dropped a napkin to her lap and covered the hand that was masturbating his throbbing prick. When he spurted forth his come into it, they maintained an attitude of complete propriety above the level of the table. Once he had blown his full load into the napkin, she wiped his cock clean, pressed it back into his pants, and rezipped them. After this they ate a lovely meal of chicken divan and Caesar salad.
"I want for us to have the opportunity to be alone together in proper circumstances," he said.
"I know, Gates. I am as anxious as you for that to happen."
"I have promised to spend the weekend with my oldest son and his family up on the Cape. In my spare time, I will review the various insurance proposals. I do hope that yours and Harold's turn out to be the best."
"If ours isn't, I'm sure we can change it to be a winner," she said, patting his now limp cock in silent promise.
"Suppose that Monday morning I phone Harold and suggest that he get together with Terry Sullivan, our personnel director? I'll tell Terry to take him to lunch and keep him occupied until about three in the afternoon. Then you can meet me here at noon. We can have lunch and go to a little motel out in Newton Center. Okay?"
"Very much okay," she replied with a toothpaste smile.
When she entered the apartment, Harold was pacing the floor anxiously, still looking a little green around the gills. "How did it go?" he asked. "Did he give you any indication on our chances?"
"Not really. He's going to evaluate the proposals over the weekend and said he might call you Monday."
"What took you so long?"
"He insisted on taking me to lunch. I suppose he was trying to repay our hospitality of last night," Elsie explained, hoping that her tone held no giveaway as to what had actually transpired to help sell the all-important contract.
"How does it look? Do you think we have a good chance of getting the deal?" he asked.
"My feeling is that we have a very good chance," she smiled.
"I hope so. It would really put us on the map in the insurance business."
"How are you feeling now?" she asked, hoping that her voice conveyed more concern than she really felt at the moment.
"Now that I've gotten over the heaves, I feel horny," he replied, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the bed.
His hands fumbled at the long zipper at the back of her dress. She hoped that he would not sense that this was not the first time today that it had been opened, at least at the top. When he had removed all of her clothing, he pulled her into bed and mounted her. When she closed her eyes, he thought that it was in passion and anticipation. He did not realize that she was trying to pretend that he was the bearded man with the soft, sad face that was about to fuck her.
She felt her vaginal lips being parted by the glans of his swollen prick and then the happy sensation of containing him within them. His cock filled her gash nicely and comfortably, and she found herself responding to it with animalistic reactions while, in her innermost thoughts, she wondered how it would feel to have the fat stubby shaft of Gates Myers sex forcing into her sex tube, rather than that of her husband.
Harold reached under her buttocks and urged a finger into her anus, pressing her upward, closer to his embedded member. Soon Elsie was swept away on the tides of passion and gave herself fully to the sheer appreciation of sex, with no thought as to just whose cock was plugging her demanding quim. She thrust her hips up to meet his every drive, her soft thighs pressing closer and closer to him as his stiff staff drove deeper and deeper into the hairy slit of her crotch.
Within minutes, they both reached the point of no return. Elsie felt the convulsions of those inner rings of muscles clutching and grasping at his cock which was bails deep in her cunt, then she felt the swelling as he spurted forth his sperm into the very base of her sex thimble. When the last of the hot winds had blown through the corridors of her mind, she collapsed beneath him as her inner being began to experience the shrinking of his spent warrior within the invaded territory.
Later, when she regained some vestiges of her strength, she crawled from bed and made her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She kept the meal rather bland, in deference to his still queasy stomach, but opened a bottle of Taylor's New York State sparkling burgundy to go with it to celebrate the fact that they were, at least, on the threshold of a giant step toward the success and wealth that they both craved so desperately.
They ate in their robes. After dinner, Harold took her over to a large club chair. Sitting between her spread legs, he coated her snatch liberally with the sweet wine and proceeded to lick it off and out of this gorgeous goblet. His tongue always did wondrous things to her and she moaned and groaned in ecstasy as he worked on her enthralled cunt. After she had come twice, she directed him to sit in the chair while she descended between his legs and poured the delicious fluid over his cock and balls and proceeded to lick and suck it off them. Her sweet efforts were rewarded with more than just the wine with which she had coated him.
When the sweetly distilled brandy of his balls flowed into her lips, along with the bubbling red wine, she was totally intoxicated by its effects. She knew that she truly loved Harold but that the thrills of sex made the partner secondary to the emotional spasms that engulfed her. She was looking forward to having Gates Myers' thick stubby cock in her quim Monday, but, at the moment, she could think only of the thrills that Harold's prick provided deep inside her.
All Sunday they were nervous and upset over the thought of what the outcome Monday would mean to their future. Harold felt that he simply had to have this account to further his career. It was the first giant step into the real big-time phase of the business. Elsie knew that she had done all that a woman could do to help sell it and that tomorrow she intended to do still more. All of the luxuries she had ever known in life had been bought with her body; perhaps this would be the biggest yet. Harold had promised her a mink coat and diamonds. In her own way, she interpreted this as her first real giant step into the big-time phase of womanhood.
By late afternoon, they had become nervous and irritable. Harold suggested that they were suffering from cabin fever and needed to get out.
"Let's go to a movie. We haven't seen a picture in months," Elsie volunteered.
Checking the Sunday papers, they found a pretty dreary selection of films. Most were war stories or heavy psychological dramas. They were in the mood for something light. Harold finally spotted a small ad, almost lost among the major offerings.
"Hey, what say we go to one of these dirty movies? I've heard a lot about them but I've never seen one. How's about it, Elsie?"
"Well, I'm not too sure."
"Afraid you'd be embarrassed by something they'd show?"
"No. I'm sure they couldn't show anything we haven't seen before. I'm not afraid of what I'd see as much as I am of who might see me going into such a place."
"Who the hell do we know that would be likely to go to a dirty movie on Sunday? Besides, you'll be with your own husband. C'mon, honey, it'll take our minds off this awful waiting."
"All right, I suppose you're right. Wait till I find that old slouchy hat that will practically hide my face."
The old theater in a rundown section of downtown Boston had started life as a vaudeville palace and finally degenerated into a two-bit double-feature movie house. The present operator was making more than any of his predecessors by showing the so-called "Blue Movies" at five dollars a head. They were surprised to find the theater half full.
"My God!" Elsie exclaimed in a whisper as they were seated and gave their attention to the screen which was filled with a huge stiff cock. Two pretty young girls were licking it and nibbling at the balls while a third poised her face an inch or so in front of the swollen head. Within a minute, the huge rod shook and swelled and then blasted a huge load of jism straight into the face of the lovely young creature kneeling before it. It came out in three distinct shots, catching her in the eye, nose, and mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick off what it could reach. The other two who had been tonguing and nibbling at the mammoth schlong now left it and began to kiss, lick, and suck the man's come from the pretty girl's face. This led to much soul kissing among the three females and the camera backed off to get a wider view as the three fell into a lesbian daisy chain as they sucked each other's cunt in a classic homosexual triangle that would have done credit to the Isle of Lesbos.
"Holy cow, I never expected that they'd dare go this far on the screen," she whispered to Harold.
"I'd heard that the sex scenes were pretty explicit, but this is really something else," he replied, his eyes riveted to the screen.
The camera zoomed in for a full screen close-up of a creamy pink gash framed with raven-black hair. The slightly coated tongue of her Sappho sister trailed over the tender membranes and flicked at the white tip of the stiff swollen clitoris. Every bead of moisture, every hair stood out clearly in sharp focus. Zooming back now, the camera moved up the length of one of the intertwined bodies to the next center of interest. Here it zoomed in for a close-up in which a deep purplish grocket fringed with light blonde hair was being attacked by the tongue of the black-haired girl whose cunt had filled the screen a minute earlier. White fluid, undoubtedly deposited in it by some off-screen actor in an earlier scene, oozed from the liver lips of the magenta-colored vulva. The tongue disposed of this nectar as quickly as it seeped from deep inside the blonde's sex tunnel. The girl had a mammoth clitoris. It was extended to almost an inch in length and a half inch in diameter. It looked like a miniature prick growing out of the top of her cunt.
Elsie reached over to hold Harold's hand. Before finding it, she encountered a throbbing hard-on. Oh, well, she thought, she'd much rather hold that than his hand anyway. Unzipping his fly in the darkened theater, she slid her hand inside and caressed the burning hot staff.
Now the camera moved on again and the screen was filled with an open pussy of a creamy beige color framed in titian red hair. It looked like the blooming of a yellow Texas rose. The blonde's tongue was giving it a real working over but in such a way as not to completely block the camera's view of that tender sexpot. Unlike the blonde, this girl had a tiny little panic button that seemed to be trying to hide. Finally the blonde's expert tongue coerced it to poke its head out of its protective cave. It looked like a pea starting to pop out of the pod.
For five minutes the camera traveled like a merry-go-round from one quim to the next as the girls obviously all approached orgasm. Elsie had been stroking Harold's cock absently. Now she was aware that his hand was creeping up her skirt. She was glad that she hadn't worn panties today as his palm cupped her hairy box that was all moist and sticky from the scenes on the screen. She spread her legs slightly to make it easier for his middle finger to slip into her juicy vulva. She felt herself have a small orgasm just as the lovely trio on the screen very obviously reached theirs.
Once they had broken the daisy chain, the camera made another close-up tour of each of their anatomies. No minute detail was omitted, even to their spread-buttock display of their assholes. The camera came so close to their cunts that the impression was that the lens was actually the tip of the viewer's cock and was going to go right on inside. Harold thought how nice it would be to have an eye in the head of your prick, something like a proctoscope that doctors shove up an ass to see inside the anal canal. In this way every man could experience the rare views thus far reserved exclusively for gynecologists.
These movies were long on sex but very short on plot. The next scene depicted two guys out on the town in search of quiff. In a small bar they picked up this chesty blonde whose natural endowments more than made up for her lousy acting and nasal twang voice. With a prologue reduced to a bare minimum, they got her up to one of the guy's apartments and it began to rain bras, panties, and jockey shorts. Each of the guys chewed on one of her unbelievably huge tits while she held their still limp cocks in both hands. Next they took turns lapping at her cunt, the muff of which made no attempt to match her bleached hair. After a few minutes of this she played windshield wiper, taking first one guy's prick in her mouth and then, after a few strokes, swinging over to the other. When they were both fully erected, the action began in earnest. One of the men mounted her and guided the head of his charger into that dark-haired gash. There was a close-up view of his entry and gradual penetration and then his cock was seen driving in and pulling out. The camera panned up to her face and the second chap, not to be neglected, squatted over her head and drove his prick in and out of her mouth. Finally the camera backed off to allow a full view of the double-header action.
The next sequence was truly fantastic. The troilistic group had switched now to where one guy was fucking her cunt and the other her asshole. The really great close-ups must have been done from below, with the trio squatting and kneeling on a heavy plate-glass platform. Elsie felt her own cunt getting creamier and creamier as she watched those two big cocks driving in and out of the girl from fore and aft at the same time. She found herself secretly envying the unknown actress. The men's balls met when they both shoved into her at once. Then, for variety they would alternate and one would withdraw as the other rammed in. Gradually the pace increased and they began to drive into her so hard that they almost lifted her on their twin horns. The finale was fast approaching. Now, like a crashing crescendo, a violent shudder overtook the three bodies as the men blasted their loads into her front and rear at the same time. God, Elsie thought, what an orgasm that must have given the girl!
Moments later, the two spent spears upon which she had been so happily impaled, plopped out of their respective holes. The camera moved in and the screen was flooded with a choke shot of the girl's widespread crotch. Her asshole was still dilated so that it gaped open as widely as her cunt. While she remained motionless, the heavy white come began to seep out and drip from both of the gaping chasms.
The scene was too much for Harold. Elsie felt his cock twitch as he crumbled his own cookies to cream his jeans and spill much of it over her thumb, forefinger, and the back of her hand. As soon as he had shrunk, she withdrew her hand carefully and raised it to her mouth to lick and suck off her favorite liqueur.
Elsie decided that whoever produced this picture was a real come freak. He felt that his audience liked to see the actual semen as if to prove that the scenes weren't faked. Turning to Harold, she whispered, "I wonder what those actors would do if the director were to call for an immediate retake of the whole scene."
"I was thinking it would be even worse if he were to yell 'Cut!' just as the guys were starting to come," he chuckled.
Now came a brief scene where this cute little redhead with beautiful big tits was struggling with a guy who was hung like a horse. She couldn't take it in her snatch nor stretch her mouth wide enough to suck him off. He had to settle for a tit fucking. He straddled her tummy and laid that huge salami in the valley of her equally oversized boobs, the bright pink nipples looked like thimbles in the center of areolas larger than silver dollars. She used her hands to press her tits around his throbbing prick until the nipples met atop it. He moved his ass back and forth as though masturbating himself with the soft flesh of her bosoms. In effect, he was fucking her tits. The climax to the scene was shown in an unbelievable close-up of the head of his cock emerging from the tunnel of creamy flesh, swelling and gushing forth a huge load of jism all over the girl's chin and neck.
At least the movies took their minds off the awful period of waiting for the all-important decision. As they left the theater, Elsie confessed, "Goddamn, those pictures made me as horny as a rhinoceros in mating season!"
"I'm glad," Harold assured her, "because they didn't exactly turn me off the idea of sex."
They stopped by a grocery store on the way home. One sequence in the films had given Elsie ideas and she added two more items to her short shopping list.
Elsie suggested that they get comfortable, in their matching housecoats, for dinner. As they ate and sipped their wine, their minds were both still on the movies they had seen. Once she had cleared the coffee table of the dishes, she turned off the TV that they had been watching and asked Harold if he was ready for his banana split.
"Are you kidding?" he commented. "I haven't eaten a banana split since I was a kid."
"You've got it all wrong," Elsie purred. "With the banana split I have in mind you don't eat it... I eat you. Don't you remember the movie?"
Before she heard his answer, she pulled open his robe, exposing his sex center. Reaching behind her, she produced a can of Redi-Whip which she had added to her shopping list. Pressing on the nozzle, she coated his cock, balls, and general pubic area with the canned whipped cream. Then she reached back and extracted a bright red cherry from a small bottle. She placed this on the peak of the mound of whipped cream that coated his crotch. While he looked on, more amused than aghast, she proceeded to lick off the cream and finally bite into the cherry. The effect of it all gave him a roaring hard-on and now her tongue and hungry lips attacked it. She gave him the full treatment, from glans to anus, lingering lovingly over his balls as her tongue flicked and caressed every inch of his sex. When he reached the point that he thought he could stand the exotic no longer, she opened her mouth wide and swept his trembling cock into the soft warm dampness of her mouth as her lips caressed the throbbing staff clear down to his swelling balls.
It was a wild, crazy head job, unlike any before, and Harold rose to the occasion and finally gave forth with the cream that she really wanted to top off her banana split. It was like the hard sauce on the plum pudding. She kept sucking at his deflated cock until it begged for mercy and she released it from the hot wetness of her mouth.
"I thought that was nuts when we saw it in the movie, but I've got to admit that it's the greatest. The combination of the cool whipped cream and your hot lips are enough to make a man blow his mind. Now you get up here. I want to do it to you, cherry and all!"
Elsie could hardly keep from laughing at the thought that, after all these years, Harold was finally going to get a cherry from her cunt. She moved up into the chair and spread her legs, then hooked them up over the arms of the chair. Her snatch stretched so wide that it looked like the entrance to a wind tunnel. Harold took the pressurized can of Redi-Whip and pressed the button. Elsie felt the soft cool whipped cream work its way deep inside of her gash and then coat the entire sensitive area extending from just below her navel all the way back to her tan starfish. When she was thoroughly covered and saturated with the creamy whiteness, he ceremoniously implanted a large red cherry in the inner lips of her deep vulva.
Harold's experienced tongue began to lick and suck at the sweet whipped cream from the very periphery to the center. The electric thrills that this sent through her body were as though she were connected to two electrodes and someone was turning up a rheostat voltage controller. By the time his tongue reached her tender anus and worked its way up to the center valley of her snatch, she was in seventh heaven. She came three times before he ever reached her clitoris and dove in to extract the cherry from her deep tunnel of love. When his trained tongue finally latched onto her enflamed clit, she shook all over like the last leaf of autumn hanging onto the maple tree for dear life. At last she abandoned the struggle and fell back against the cushion of the chair as she flooded his mouth with the most way-out orgasm of all time.
Later they went to bed and she brought him to erection again. It was not difficult since his mind was still full of the scenes from the movie. He crawled on top of her and slowly slipped his swollen cock into the satiny softness of her creamy cunt as they fucked sweetly and tenderly. She felt his come pour into the very base of her love tunnel just as her muscles grabbed and squeezed at his wonderful cock. They never remembered falling apart. They were asleep in a state of happy exhaustion before their sexes parted.