Chapter 10
Laura decided to escape from Skeffington's house. Since they had no notion of her plans, it was only a matter of time before she found the means to do it.
The means turned out to be a laundry delivery truck. She smuggled herself aboard one day and climbed out the first time the driver stopped on the way back into the city.
Now that she had had a delicious taste of freedom, she found it unbelievably exhilarating.
The final sexual encounter with Marylou had awakened long-sleeping fires in her. Years of virtual sexual repression had been abruptly halted by Clyde's brief, but total domination of this aspect of her personality. But now things would be different. Her future would be very different from her past. The pleasure of being controlled by the desires of others had been great, but that of having the upper hand was far, far more intense. Laura Seldon was no longer a woman to be subjugated, degraded and defiled.
She was about to search for a taxi when she realized she was hungry. She spotted a small restaurant down the block and decided to have lunch before going home.
Sliding into a booth, she ordered a hamburger and thought about how suddenly a person's life could change. The events of the past weeks in the Skeffington house seemed unreal.
"Aren't you Laura Seldon?" a voice asked.
She turned and saw a man of about her own age, conservatively dressed in a dark-blue suit and a striped tie, standing and smiling down at her.
"Charlie Davis," he said. "We were in high school together. Do you mind if I sit down?"
Laura didn't mind at all. She welcomed his company. She hardly remembered him, but he seemed like a decent guy. Before long they were laughing and telling stories about their school days.
"I always thought you were one of the sexiest girls in the class," Charlie said.
Laura raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"And you haven't changed much."
He's on the make, she thought. She wondered what he'd be like. She soon learned he was divorced and lived alone.
During the next hour she found it difficult to remain aware of what was happening. It seemed that one minute she was sitting in a restaurant booth talking to Charlie Davis and the next minute she was sitting on his sofa with her legs raised up and wrapped around his neck.
Looking down, she could see no more than the top of his head. His mouth and face were buried in her cunt. He had a cute little bald spot. She ran her fingers through his hair and tickled his ears.
"You're slowing down," she said. "Lick my clit."
She wriggled her hips from side to side on his face. Charlie mouthed and sucked and probed all over her cunt. Laura wondered how he could breathe. He looked half suffocated, enveloped by her flesh.
"More on my clit," she said. "Higher up!"
Charlie immediately obeyed. She liked that. She found it exciting to make him do what she wanted.
"That's good!" she said.
She pulled his head in closer, tightening the grip of her thighs, wondering if he liked the smell of her cunt.
"Faster!" she said. "Move your tongue as fast as you can!"
She felt his tongue probing at the hard bud of her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to, keep from crying out in sheer ecstasy. She moaned at the feel of his velvet tongue caressing her juicy dripping cunt. It was maddening. Her hips bucked. She clutched at the sofa cushion and rolled her head from side to side.
His tongue danced faster. He knew something about sucking, Charlie Davis did!
Moaning, her body heaving, she pulled her knees back and raised her crotch, pushing his head down so that she had his head on her cunt hole and asshole.
"Get your tongue in there!" she hissed. "Suck it all out!"
The more she commanded him, the more he seemed to like it. He slithered his tongue into her cunt hole. The sensation was delicious. Her legs pulled back, her hands hooked behind her knees, she began rocking her crotch, fucking his face and tongue. A fiery heat engulfed her. Charlie seemed completely buried in the hot wet flesh of her gaping cunt.
Suddenly, with a blinding rush, no longer conscious of her surroundings, she started coming, moaning and grunting as her body was wracked by violent spasms.
Charlie licked and sucked at the warm juicy squeezed out by the contractions of her dripping cunt.
He continued sucking until the last spasm, until she rolled over on her side on the sofa.
Laura felt drained, completely and utterly drained. She lay like a limp doll. She lay still for a long time, savoring the delicious aftereffect, surging through her.
Finally she opened her eyes and sat up. Charlie was still on the rug at her feet. He had his cock out and he was slowly jerking off. She met his eyes and smiled.
"Do it," she said. "I'll watch you come."
His face flushed, he seemed in the midst of a spell, unable to avoid doing whatever she asked. He pumped his cock more vigorously and in moments she was smiling at the sight of his spurting white gism covering his hand and clothes.
She went home.
When the taxi pulled up at the apartment house she saw Clyde's car out in front. Clyde and Julie had not gone to Mexico after all, or maybe they'd already returned.
She found them sunning themselves out on the balcony of the apartment. The two young lovers sat up and stared at Laura with wide eyes.
"Oh Jesus!" Clyde said.
After a long minute of silence, Laura finally spoke: "I think we understand each other," she said. "Get into the apartment."
Meekly, whispering to each other, Clyde and Julie walked inside.
Laura had Julie stripped first.
Once again she gazed at the girl's firm young tits, at the small pink nipples now already standing erect. Her eyes traveled down to the triangle of blonde curls at Julie's crotch, to the thick blonde curls barely concealing the high slit. She wanted to run her hands over Julie's body, to feel the wetness of the girl's cunt, but she decided to wait.
Turning to Clyde, Laura slipped a hand down over his belly to squeeze the bulge of his cock. Then she patted his cheek.
"Take it out," she said. "Play with it and get it nice and hard."
Blushing, Clyde unzipped his pants and scooped out his cock. He closed an uncertain fist around the shaft and began to slowly masturbate.
Laura smiled. She looked down at his cock. "Stop a moment," she said. Extending her hand, she squeezed the slit and pinched out a drop of fluid, picked it up with a fingertip and spread it over the swollen knob.
"A cock always looks better when it's a little wet," she said. She winked at Julie. The girl smiled uncertainly. Laura laughed and chucked the blonde's chin with a finger.
"Kneel on the sofa, honey," Laura said. "I think Clyde's going to do something nice to you."
She arranged the girl on the sofa with her head and shoulders over the back and her ass up in the air. Then Laura sat down beside Julie, ran her hands affectionately over the girl's ass cheeks, and beckoned to Clyde.
"I want your tongue in her ass," Laura said. "All of it. On the inside, not just the outside. You've never done that to Julie, have you?"
"No," Clyde said.
"Well, then it's time to learn."
Arranging himself on his knees, Clyde moved his face between the cheeks of Julie's ass and pressed his tongue to her asshole.
Her eyes sparkling, Laura watched the pink wet muscle of Clyde's tongue squirm into the girl's tiny opening.
"All the way in," Laura said. "Don't be bashful."
Julie began moaning. The sensation of Clyde's wet tongue drilling into her asshole was too much.
Laura slid a hand under the girl's belly and squeezed the fat lips of the blonde's pussy. She found Julie's clit with a fingertip and slowly moved it back and forth. When Julie moaned again, Laura chuckled and pulled her hand away.
"Not yet," she said. "There's no rush, is there?"
Moving off the sofa, Laura slipped around behind Clyde and ran her hands over his ass. Sliding a hand down, she palmed his hairy balls and ran her fingernails over the root of his cock. She circled her thumb over the rim of his asshole, testing the tightness of the sphincter. She diddled the grommet and at the same time twisted her hand to caress his bulging balls. His hand was still pumping his cock and she could feel his balls tightening in preparation for his ejaculation.
Her eyes glittering, Laura slowly pushed her thumb into Clyde's asshole.
He grunted and started coming, the white gism spurting out of his cock and onto the rug.
A moment later, Julie cried out and moaned and collapsed on her side on the sofa.
Laura smiled. She let them recover and went off to the kitchen to fix herself a drink.
They had an early dinner. Laura had Julie do the dishes and then she decided she'd take a hot bath.
Relaxing in the tub, Laura called Clyde.
He was dressed again. She glanced at the front of his tight jeans. She could see the bulge of his cock.
"Come here," she said.
When he approached the side of the tub she extended a hand to touch the outline of his cock. She could feel it lengthening. She found the head, rubbed her fingertips over it, and moved her fingers along the shaft. The tight jeans clearly outlined the hard muscle, the rampant cock twitching its demand for freedom.
"Drop your pants," she said.
She watched him open the zipper and slide his jeans down to his ankles. Extending a hand to his crotch, she scooped up his cock and balls. Then she leaned back to enjoy the view, pushing soapsuds over her body and idly pulling at one of her nipples.
The fat bulbous head of his cock had a deep reddish-purple color, the shaft was thick and heavily veined, and the weight of the large balls stretched the wrinkled hairy sac. The sight of Clyde with his cock and balls hanging out like that was exciting.
Reaching out again, she curled her fingers under his balls, feeling the weight of them. She decided she liked men with large balls loose in the sac and hanging down heavily below the cock.
Making a circle with thmb and forefinger, she closed it around the sac high up where it attached to the base of his cock. Squeezing the circle, she tugged his balls away from his body. Leaning forward to touch the tip of her tongue to the warm skin.
Clyde squirmed and pushed his pelvis toward her mouth. Smiling, Laura dropped her hand and pushed him away.
"Wait for me in my bedroom," she said. "And Julie, too."
Coming out of her bath, Laura admired herself in the mirror. Her body was still good. Her tits hardly sagged and her ass had the polished firmness of a young girl's. Exercise and a good diet took care of that. She pulled at her nipples until they stiffened. Amused at herself, she finished drying her body, slipped on her mules, and pranced out of the bathroom.
Clyde and Julie were waiting.
When Laura walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but her high-heeled mules, Clyde felt his cock twitch. He liked her best that way. She had a meaty ass and gorgeous legs. He liked the way the high heels stretched the calves of her legs and the way her ass cheeks wobbled when she walked.
Laura sat down in a small arm chair and draped one leg to the side. Her thighs open, her cunt exposed, she smiled at Clyde. Without waiting for an invitation, he knelt down at her feet and gazed at the pink and red of her pussy.
"You seem distracted," Laura said. "Don't you like my pussy anymore? Take out your cock, honey. Don't be bashful."
Unzipping his fly, Clyde pulled out his cock. He was half hard. He knew what she wanted. Closing his fist around the shaft, he started pumping. The head swelled and his cock stiffened.
"Mmmmmmm," Laura said. "That's nice. Keep doing it slowly like that. Julie can help, can't she? Put a finger in his ass, honey. He adores it."
Clyde felt Julie come up behind him, press herself against his back, search out his ass cheeks, and drill a finger into his asshole.
He closed his eyes and grunted.
Opening his fist, he held his cock with just two fingers down at the base. The slit was now dripping juice. When he shifted his eyes, he saw that Laura was holding her cunt open with her fingers.
"Come and do me," she said. "Eat my pussy."
In a moment her legs were draped over his shoulders and her thighs were pressing against his ears. She held his face in a vise of smooth warm flesh. Then she released him, slipped her legs down to his arms, and opened herself wide.
"Suck it!" she hissed. "Get your tongue in there and ream me out!"
Opening her thick cunt lips with her fingers, she showed him the red interior shining with her juice.
Clyde stared at the raw meat, at the cunt slick with her syrup, at the cunt hole brimming with it, at the pinkish-red clitoris twitching impatiently. Seeing it up close like this drove him wild. With a grunting sound in his throat, he lowered his head to the feast.
At the first contact, Laura shivered and closed her eyes. She concentrated on an image of Clyde's lips and tongue and mouth.
She wondered what Clyde really thought of her. At the moment he certainly didn't hate her. He was going at her cunt with unusual gusto, like a pig at a trough. The men all sucked like that. They devoured you. Next time she would make Clyde suck her from behind. She would kneel with her ass up in the air and he would go at her from the rear with his nose in her cunt and his tongue flicking her clit.
Supporting her elbows on the arms of the chair, she began grinding her pelvis against his face.
"That's good!" she said. "Suck it, honey! Just keep sucking!"
He was masturbating. Laura could see his hand moving slowly on his cock.
She raised her eyes to her high-heeled mules hanging from her feet over his back, the pink skin of her soles, the silly pink pompons on the toes of the slippers.
Her ass was wet from all the cunt juice and saliva dripping down to the seat of the chair. She giggled inwardly at a sudden idea: the sign of a good cunt-lapper was the need for a towel under your ass!
She loved having a hungry tongue between the fat lips of her cunt. No matter if the tongue belonged to a man or a woman. There was a difference, of course; the men were piggish and the women were dainty. She remember Marylou Skeffington. It seemed like a thousand years ago.
Clyde snorted and nuzzled his nose into her steaming hot cunt hole. She loved the feel of it. She pressed against the back of his head to get every last bit of his nose into the hole.
It's crazy, she thought. She'd been a modest, demure thirty-year-old on her way to becoming and old maid. Now she had her eighteen-year-old nephew fucking her with his nose! Did he really like her cunt juice flowing over his face? She didn't care. In the future he was going to get barrels of it.
"Deeper!" she hissed. "Come on, Clyde! Get your nose in there!"
She wondered what Julie's finger was doing in his asshole. Hissing and moaning as Clyde's nose hit a particularly sensitive spot, she looked down and met Julie's eyes.
Julie smiled at Laura, extended her pink tongue and ran it over he lips.
Yes, Laura thought, she'd have them both at least once a day. She'd have herself sucked and fucked to the point of exhaustion.
She would have the best of everything.