Chapter 7

Lonny was feeling a little more than just depressed after he dropped Gilda off at her house. There was a small annoying buzz in the back of his head that kept saying something was different, something had changed, and never again was it going to be the same. He almost admitted to feeling scared, no, maybe lost was a better term. It wasn't that he couldn't find another girl, or that he couldn't ball her once he had found her. It was that Gilda was his whole world, his real world, even if it was hidden and had to be kept a secret.

He drove into the garage of the modern apartment house, where he had a place that he labeled home for want of a better title. He had never felt that it was home except on the rare occasions when Gilda had stayed there-only then had it become truly a home for Lonny. He had a desire to go out and fuck as many girls as he could get his hands on, but he knew that was only out of frustration and anger and more than that, out of hurt. All it would prove, was that he would be rebelling and that he didn't need to confirm.

Sometimes he got the feeling that Gilda didn't really understand exactly how much she meant to him. But he couldn't figure out a way to tell her any more than he already had. "Go out and find a girl, Lonny," he thought, "yeh right, but that's a little easier said than done, dear sister. I don't want just any girl, I want you, and there aren't any like you floating around. They busted the mold after you."

"Well, I know I can screw anything and anybody that I want, that's not my problem, Maybe if I fuck enough, I'll just forget the whole thing, or at least I won't have time to think about it so much," he mumbled to himself.

He stomped into the elevator and mentally cursed himself all the way up to his apartment "Gene has something to do with this, more than what Gilda told me, although I suppose what she told me pretty much covered the whole spectrum, but it's weird. Why should it happen now and why should it happen in just this way? Even I don't like the fact of her going out and picking up other guys and she knows that. Even now, when she's a big girl. It isn't like her." he continued to reason with himself.

He got his key out and unlocked the door. The apartment had a stale shut up smell to it, so he went and opened all the windows.

"Maybe I can air myself out as well as the place, kill two birds with one stone," he cynically thought.

He restlessly paced around the room then finally headed for the telephone. He opened a drawer in the stand and pulled out a small notebook. It had been a long time since he had opened it much less used it. He blew off the dust and opened it to a random page. Chevon Darwin. O.K., she would be as good as anyone.

He dialed her number and waited, "Hello Chevon, Lonny. Long time no hear from, right?" "Lonny! My god, where have you been? It's been simply ages since I last heard from you," Chevon cried. "I've been real busy and out of town most of the time and anytime that I was in town I was so exhausted that I couldn't call anybody. All I could do was collapse and sleep for fifteen hours then start all over again. But I called to find out how you were and what were you up to," he said cheerfully. "Actually my sister kicked me out of her bed and I just wanted to fuck someone so I could forget her," he thought. "Oh, I'm pretty good," he heard her say through his thoughts, "the career is coming along fine, but, well, my personal life isn't exactly what I would call great. I'm not seeing anyone. As a matter of fact, I haven't been out in almost two months. How do you like them apples?" "It doesn't sound so hot, any particular reason why the chastity?" Lonny replied. "No, and that's the funny part about it, I can't seem to get people to respond to me or even meet me and I never used to have that problem. It happened all of a sudden. If I finally do meet someone he runs away like I had leprosy or something. But enough of that, what have you got on your mind?"

"I would like to wine and dine you tonight, if I may," Lonny suavely said. "Lonny, I'd love to-what time?"

"How's eight o'clock sound to you? We can sit and remember old times and maybe even experience a few of them over again," he said in his most jaunty manner.

"Eight o'clock would be great and that sounds like loads of fun-especially the last part," she purred at him.

"O.K., pick you up at your place," Lonny said and then hung up.

"So I now have a date for tonight and she is a very beautiful person. Fun to be with, good looking and a pretty good ball," Lonny said to the walls, "so why am I still depressed since I talked to her? She isn't Gilda."

He could foresee the whole thing turning into a disaster area if he kept on the way that he was going. As a matter of fact, Chevon was one of his favorite girls and he was really glad that the book had opened to that page. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that had been bothering him the whole day.

He went into the bathroom to get ready. He started to remember how really nice it was being with her, what a beautiful body she had, how silky smooth her skin was, how her breasts were firm but felt like soft butter, how lovely her legs were and of course how delicious her cunt was. They had had many a good time together and he hoped that they were going to have one this evening. She had always managed to bring him out when ever he was down and he was sure that she could do it this time.

He remembered one particularly whacked out evening when Chevon had let her cat lick her breasts until she had had a climax. She had been in high heeled boots and a leather bikini outfit. That alone was enough to drive him wild, but watching the cat had gotten him to the stage that he had torn off the leather clothes and fucked her with her boots still on.

He also recalled that after that they had made it standing up, sitting down, lying down, front, back, and sideways. He thought that he was going to have to trade in his dong for a new one after that night. He had never fucked so much in all his life. Maybe that's what he needed-a fourteen-hour orgy of fucking, though of course one couldn't just plan for one of those-they just happened. "Well, no harm in trying to push it in that direction," he thought, "it'd be a sure fire way of forgetting my darling sister." I wonder what I could think up that would be absolutely guaranteed of turning Chevon on so much that she can't stop?"

Lonny looked at his face in the mirror and made a grimace. He didn't feel like he looked like the world's greatest lover, not even second best. He felt old and tired, which was ridiculous considering his age, but that made no difference. He started to shave and continued to ponder his problem about a new gimmick. "Damn! I just can't seem to get it together. I'd better be extra special careful or else I'll cut myself to ribbons. When I'm like this I get dangerous with the razor, seem to loose track of it. I certainly don't want to go out looking like an advertisement for money for war victims." He went very slowly and carefully examined his face when he had finished. He felt proud because he had managed not to slice" himself up like a side of beef. He turned on the shower to almost freezing temperature and climbed in. Then it hit him-fruit ... better yet, plums! Ice cold plums shoved into her pussy, followed closely by his cock. "Oh God! She would love that!" he said to the pounding cold water.

He got out of the shower and gave himself a good rubdown with the towel. He had always liked the feeling of rough terry cloth polishing his skin to a fine, smoothness. He went into the bedroom and switched on the radio. When he was a kid he had always dreamed of a perfect bedroom, one that had everything that could possibly be needed for fun and games. He and Gilda used to stay up way into the late hours of the night planning what it would look like.

Now he had the bedroom and no Gilda, for a moment he slumped back into his depression, but then he knew that Gilda loved the room and had enjoyed many a wonderful night and probably would again. He also knew that she would get off on the fact that other chicks had dug it, been flipped out by it, couldn't resist it. Maybe that's what it was about Gilda . . . maybe it was that she was so free with sex and with all the others it was somewhat like pulling teeth. Not that it wasn't good once it happened or even fair, but that special spark was missing.

Chevon was the closest person that he had been able to find to Gilda and even she had to be told of new ideas. she couldn't think of them herself. At least she was willing to try them.

Lonny hummed along with the radio as he put on the finishing touches, then turned the radio off. He felt a lot better, and was even looking forward to the night. He went out humming the tune he had just heard on the radio."

So far so good, the evening had been just fine. They walked into Chevon's penthouse, laughing and giggling over shocking the waiter when he had caught them feeling each other up under the table.

"You know it was his own fault," Chevon said between fits of laughter,- "he shouldn't have been looking there anyway. I for one, hope he got an eyeful!"

"I think he wished that he had gotten a mouthful instead," Lonny came back, "I mean you've got to admit that you have a delicious looking pussy and if you insist on not wearing any panties I can't be held responsible for someone viewing such a lovely sight. Especially when I have your dress hitched up!"

"Well yes, that is a problem, of course, no one said that you had to hitch it up. ..."

"And no one said that you had to have my cock out,

either," he interrupted.

"True, oh so true," she replied with a warm smile and flopped down on the huge sofa.

"Oh no you don't, this is not where you are going to get cozy and comfortable," he reached down and grabbed her hand, "Upsy-daisy and into the bedroom you go!" "I'll be in there in a minute, just make yourself comfy!" hollered to her. "I should hope so since this is my place, in case you've forgotten," she retorted. That was one of the things that Lonny liked about Chevon, she would play with him, not take him too seriously. He went into the kitchen where he had managed to sneak a cored plum and peeled cucumber into the refrigerator before they had gone out. He had watched to be sure that they were good and cold by the time they came back. He reached in and took them out and they were quite cold.

Next he hotfooted it to the linen closet and got out a towel; with all the equipment in hand and behind his back, he strolled into the bedroom very casually. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and laid his goodies to one side. He took a long look at Chevon. She was beautiful all stretched out on the bed with her legs slightly parted in a tempting manner, her mouth half open and the tip of her tongue tracing her lips, her eyes half closed and slanted up at him with nothing but total invitation in them. He didn't need to be asked twice.

Lonny lay down beside Chevon and grabbed her breasts with one hand. Just as he remembered, they seemed to melt in his hands like butter. He squeezed them and pulled at her nipples and rolled them around in the palm of his hand. Then he took his other hand and slipped it down her silky body to her pussy.

He rubbed the palm of his hand over her whole mound, slowly, very slowly until he made her clitoris get hotter and hotter and begin to grow hard. He leaned over and started to nibble on the nipple that he was busily tugging at, it was like a small pebble in his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue, tempting it, teasing it, driving her into a frenzy of motion.

Chevon began to arch her back and draw her well muscled body taut with the intensity of her passion. She had forgotten how absolutely fabulous being with Lonny was ... it had been a long time since they had fucked. She knew about him and his sister and she had figured out that they had been seeing a lot of each other lately, which was why she hadn't seen him.

But now her passion was flaming high and she wanted this man, wanted him badly. She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to squeeze and milk it. She caught his balls up with her fingers and included them in the squeezing. He was hard as a rock and hot as an oven and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Then suddenly Lonny pushed her away and for one horrifying moment she thought that he wasn't going to continue, that maybe his sister had become such an obsession with him that he couldn't be with anyone else. He got up and went over to where he had stashed the plum and cucumber. He was pleased to see that they hadn't lost their chill.

"You look like the cat who swallowed the canary," she giggled.

"I didn't swallow it, but you might," he replied, leaving even more confused than ever.

"Spread your legs wide, my pretty kitten," he teased. Chevon did as she was told and she sensed that he would like it better if she closed her eyes since he was trying so hard to keep whatever it was a secret, so close them she did. There was what seemed like an interminable pause then she felt something smooth and very very cold slide into her pussy. She let out a squeal as it popped deep inside of her. Next she felt Lonny lift her hips and slide another, differently shaped, object into her ass. It too was extremely cold and was quickly swallowed up by her puckered hole.

She couldn't believe it...the sensation was super. She waited for what was going to come next, not having any idea of what to expect, but feeling an excitement that she had never felt before in her entire life. Abruptly she felt Lonny's huge prick slam into her cunt. She felt the round object inside of her burst and become incredibly squishy and she felt sticky wet juices shoot out from her snatch, and they weren't just her own.

Next she felt Lonny slide a finger into her ass and begin to push and prod the object captured inside it. He slammed and rammed into her bringing the motions together and forming one action. It wasn't going to take very much of that for her to go screaming and wailing over the brink of orgasm. Faster and faster and harder and harder he shoved into her. It built and grew to monstrous proportions, it made her lose her breath, it made her body feel like it was going to rocket into space.

Lonny was thrilled also at the sensation of the plum which was enveloping his cock. He was soaring with each stroke that he made. He was flying and taking Chevon along with him. He started to come in her pussy, his semen mixing with all the other juice when he pulled out and impaled his shaft up her ass. With that one stroke he split the cucumber in half and burst over and over again into her.

She let out a yell that lasted and lasted until it seemed like doomsday had come and gone. She had felt the object in her ass part down the middle, had felt the semen in her pussy mixing with everything else, had felt the semen in her ass, surrounded by the object that lay there too. Finally she managed to stop and lay still.

Lonny reached inside of her and pulled out a plum, or what was left of it and then reached into her ass and took out what was left of a cucumber. She started to giggle and then ended up in gales of laughter as she thought of the children's nursery rhyme that ended, 'and what a good boy am I.'

Lonny caught on to what she was thinking and they lay there on the bed, rolling around, with tears streaming down their faces, and they laughed themselves into exhaustion.