Chapter 11
The next morning, as Lori sat alone in her big chair, she raised her hands in a gesture of inarticulate and unknowing pleading. She felt utterly and completely alone. The two brush-offs from the two men she had thought would fall at her feet left her ego almost totally deflated. The indignity she had suffered at the hands of Hugh and the beating she had taken from him did nothing to lift her from her depression.
Outside, clouds came from far away, flat below and above, rumpled and billowy, spaced evenly as floats on parade and moving exactly, as if towed by a monitored wind, their continual passage dimming slowly and then effacing and soon disclosing the sun anew, in endless mechanical sequence.
Below the clouds, the waves set a beat. Along the shores where water-worshipers performed their late summer dunking rites, a slanting surf broke ceaseless, crashing with a running thud, then hissing and dragging itself back into the depths only to repeat the process again and again. There was no pause, no silence on the shore like that in the heavens.
And there was no tranquility in the mind of Lori. There were clouds of confusion, frustration, anger, mild hatred and jealousy all crashing together in her brain. But even with all these raging emotions running rampant in her mind, there was also a thin line of thought taking shape. Only a meager rivulet at first, it soon grew into an almost uncontrollable torrent.
Breathing deeply, she got up, went to the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello. Is Mr. Bond in?" she asked when the girl answered.
As Lori waited, she hummed lightly, .confident her present plan would meet with success. "Hello. Finance. Bond speaking."
"Art," she said softly. "Lori. I've got to see you. It's rather important."
"I can't talk over the phone. You can never tell who's listening in. Can you stop by my place when you get off today?"
"Well, ah, gee, Lori, I don't know..." "I'll expect you around five-thirty." "But I..."
"Art," she said firmly. "I have to see you." "Oh, all right-if I can make it."
"You'll make it," she said with the same firmness. "Bye."
A vivid flush covered Lori's face after she hung up. She was excited that a man was coming to see her again. True, Art Bond was married, but that made her plan even more perfect
"Art ... honey," she purred that evening as she sat beside him on the sofa. "You do care for me, don't you?"
tier important."
'Ah, yeah, all right. What is it?'
"Yeah, sure I care for you, baby," he said, sounding uneasy.
"Then why don't you kiss me? You've been here a whole ten minutes already and you haven't even touched me," she pouted.
"You said you wanted to see me," he said gruffly. "You said it was important."
"Oh, it was nothing," she giggled. "I just wanted to be with you. You don't know how lonesome it is here all by myself. How about a drink?"
There was a look of apprehension on Art's face as he looked at her. He had been involved with enough women to know there was some kind of evil scheme taking shape in Lori's pretty head.
Appropriately, Lori had dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a faintly rose-pink frock of some shiny translucent material. The two garments underneath could be seen easily. The lace hem of the lower one showed below the blush of her dress. She looked very young and innocent. She was working on Art with a good show of sex force, signaling desire with dark, deep eyes, tossing the half-organized shower of black hair provocatively, and making every movement of her body graceful, tantalizing writhing that gave her the appearance of moving when she was sitting still.
The lighting in the room was just enough so he could see her figure through the filmy gauze of her gown.
When she returned with the drinks, she coiled up on the sofa next to him, her knees exposed and one arm around his neck. "Now, how about a kiss?" she asked sweetly.
He leaned over and kissed her quickly, just a peel He then turned to his glass and gulped two or three big swallows from it.
"Darling?" Lori said.
"Yes?"
"Please love me," she purred. She snuggled closer. "I-I can't," he stammered. "Not tonight. No more ... ever."
She looked at him carefully as she digested his words. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm not in the market for any more. I've got too much going for me to goof around anymore."
Lori moved her hand gracefully and stroked the inside of his thigh. She felt him tremble slightly and heard his breath suck in.
"You can't mean what you're saying, sweetie," she said softly. "You wouldn't do that to me. We've had so much enjoyment together..."
"No, I can't," he exclaimed. "I won't let myself get involved again."
"Your wife?" she asked. "Is she giving you trouble?"
"Maybe it's my wife and maybe it's my job. All I know is that I don't want to louse up my life any more than I already have."
"Not even for me?" she teased.
"No, Lori, not even for you," he said firmly.
She sipped her drink coyly, fingering the glass slowly as she prepared what she was going to say. "If you really cared for me, you wouldn't have any trouble making up your mind," she said at last. "If you stayed here and loved me tonight, there's no reason why anyone should ever find out." She ran her forefinger around his ear, then tried to pull him toward her.
He sighed helplessly, and allowed his body to move toward her. "And if I don't?" he asked.
"Oh, Art, why talk about what could happen? Why not just relax and let yourself go?"
"Hell hath no fury," he mumbled.
"Art, honey, I didn't say I was going to do anything nasty, did I?"
"No, you didn't say it, Lori, but I have a good idea what you have in mind. You know that Jim doesn't care to have his employees making out on the side. He had me in the office and really let me have it. I'm sorry, baby, but I've had it. I'm sorry I ever came up here in the firs! place."
"An employer has no say in what his employees do with their time outside the office," she said. "No one will ever know you were here."
"I will," he said curtly.
"Oh, come on, lover, let's be friendly. There's no need for us to argue over something only you and I will even know about. Here, let me fix you a fresh drink. Maybe you'll be able to relax then." She took his almost empty glass and strode to the bar on the other side of the room. She made the movement of her hips as seductive a possible.
Art grimaced as she handed him his drink. He knew what Lori had in mind. He would have to do as she said or he would find himself in more trouble than he knew how to get out of.
Lori, on the other hand, felt a lifting, exhilarating sensation spread through her. Once more she had made man do as she wanted. She knew Art Bond was helpless now, unable to get up and leave. Once the hopelessness of his situation became apparent to him, he would love her all the more. Well, maybe not love, but he would be drawn to her.
"All right, Lori," he said heatedly, "if you want to get laid so goddamned bad, let's get on with it!" He stood up, silently cursing himself and the complicated fate that were ruling his actions. He tore at his clothes angrily, removing everything he wore within seconds.
"Darling, don't be angry with me," she said pleadingly, but watching him with amused interest. And while she watched him disrobe, she slipped out of her own clothes.
They stood facing each other, his face flushed with anger, hers carrying a look of mild bewilderment.
She looked down at "his limp cock, protruding from the thicket of hair at his crotch like a sagging hose. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor thing," she said. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
"Help yourself."
She came up to him and pressed her warm body against his. Her breasts mashed against his chest, her hips undulated slightly against his limp dick. She ran her hand down his body and onto his thigh, then around to the front. She took the flaccid meat in her hand and held it, then squeezed. She kissed him tenderly.
"Oh, God damn, Lori," he said, pulling his mouth away. "It's no use."
"Don't say that, sweetheart," she murmured. "I'm going to make it nice and hard for you."
"You'll have to suck it."
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly. "But kiss my titties a little first"
Art bent his head and put his mouth on one of her jutting pink nipples. He licked it lightly, then chewed on it gently, moving his teeth across the rubbery nub as his lips wet the aureole. Lori sighed and thrust her chest toward him. He put his hand on her other tit and massaged it She took his head with both hands and moved his lips to her other boob.
When he had sucked on the second one for a time, she ran her hand between their bodies and took hold of his cock once again. Now his cock was semi-hard, hanging in an arc away from his body like a sagging bridge span. She coiled her fingers around it and pumped the skin back and forth lightly.
"I knew you could do it," she said happily.
"A weakness of the flesh," he said glumly. "It does things I don't want it to sometimes."
"But it does want to."
He squeezed and rolled the soft pliant flesh of her tits with both hands. Then he reached up and put both hands behind her neck. He pulled her head down. "You said you were going to suck it," he said.
Willingly, she slid down his body, kissing his chest then his stomach. She worked the loose sheath of skin back and forth over his cockhead, squeezing on the forward motion. As she squeezed the thick, hardening prick, a tiny bead of clear liquid oozed out of the slitted opening. She bent quickly and lashed her tongue across the head, licking up the transparent pearl.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, still holding onto the rubber-headed bludgeon with a firm grip. She moved her face close to it and inhaled the aroma of his crotch. Her lips opened as her eyes closed His hips hunched forward and his cockhead went between her luscious lips.
"Open your mouth," he said. He put both hands on her head and coiled his fingers in her hair. "Suck that nice cock, baby."
"Ummmhmmm," she murmured.
She took the thick shaft in both hands and held it for a moment. Then her lips tightened around the glans as she pulled the skin back to expose the ropelike veins of the area directly underneath. Her tongue swabbed the soft head.
'Yeah, baby... yeah," he groaned. "Suck that cock." Caught up in a surge of passion he had fought against, Art's brain blurred as Lori slurped on his wet prick hungrily. He moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm and watched as the glistening shaft of meat slid in and out of her mouth. His cock was like a piston; her lips were the cylinder. She held his balls gently with one hand, rolling them like golf balls in her soft fingers as his torso moved back and forth in front of her face.
Now Art felt the ache in his legs as he continued to rock back and forth. Slowly, without letting her take her mouth off his prick, he moved backward toward the couch. When he felt the backs of his legs touch, he sank down, holding her head in place with his fingers still coiled in her hair.
She had crawled after him on her knees. Now she pushed his legs wide apart and got between them. She rested her arms on his thighs while she held the cock in her mouth with both hands. Her head bobbed up and down with a hungry urgency as she clutched the slippery muscle with eager hands. Then, she took one hand away and slipped it between her own legs. With a slight digging motion, she found the opening of her cunt and began to move three fingers in and out of it
Neither of them were quite sure when it happened, but with a sudden realization they knew they were not alone. In the blurred passion of their minds, dim figures appeared and low voices drifted through the room. Then there was the feel of new flesh as strange bodies came in contact with theirs.
"What the . . . ?" Art muttered.
"Relax, friend," Cal Winston said.
"Huh?" Lori said.
"My sweet, you are about to embark on another great sexual adventure. A foursome is even more delightful than a threesome."
Art struggled slightly to get up, but gave it up as Cal's hand pressed gently on his chest. "No doubt it has entered your mind on occasion to become involved in what is commonly referred to as an orgy. Well, my friend, the time is here and I can assure you that you will find it most pleasant," Cal said. "Norman and I have experienced the thrills of such a gathering many times."
"Norm?" Art asked in a mumble.
"Yes," Cal said. "Another dear friend of mine."
Lori had taken her mouth off Art's cock momentarily and had turned her face upward to see who the intruders were.
"You may continue, my dear," Cal said simply. "It appeared you were enjoying it when we came in." "I-I..."
"No, no, my sweet, don't protest. Go ahead with what you were doing. It certainly looks like a fine rod to me, ideal for sucking."
Bewildered, yet fascinated by Cal's words, Lori turned her face back to Art's cock, looked at it a moment, then put her mouth back over it. Within seconds, she was again sucking it vigorously as though nothing had happened.
Cal and Norm were both naked, having stripped shortly after entering the apartment. For a few moments, they toyed with each other, pressing their bodies together and fondling each other's cocks and ball sacks. Then Cal moved behind Lori and put his hand on her ass.
Norm looked at Art, who lay with his head back and his eyes closed. In two strides, he stepped onto the couch, one foot on each side of Art's body, and dangled his semi-hard cock in front of Art's face. He took hold of the rubbery piece of flesh and snaked it across Art's lips.
"Hey, what the . . . ?" Art said, opening his eyes and staring at the man who stood over him.
"Relax, my friend," Norm said. "Take it whenever you're ready."
Cal knelt on the floor behind Lori and raised her ass. With both hands he caressed the warm, smooth flesh of her cheeks as though performing a bit of artistry on the already perfect mounds. He bent his head and kissed one cheek, then the other. He slid his hands lower and pried her cheeks apart with his thumbs. The puckered anus winked at him from between the twin hummocks of tender flesh.
"Ah, there you are, my sweet, tender little button," Cal said. "A kiss for you." He moved his face into the crevice and put his lips on the membranous drawstring of her asshole. He dabbed at the hole with the tip of his tongue but did not try to enter.
Norm stood over Art and stroked his cock in front of Art's face. Now the shaft was hard, sloping upward in a gentle arc, the skin of the head snapping as Norm's hand moved the skin back and forth over the head. Occasionally he touched Art's lips with the soft head, then smeared it lightly across his lips.
Art's brain whirled. He had often thought about having sex with more than one, as Cal had suggested, yet he could not bring himself to open his mouth and let Norm stick his cock into it. He had always imagined his orgy would involve another woman instead of two men. But he found a thrill in what was going on. Sex seemed to fill the room. Four naked bodies moved rhythmically, his own responding to the gentle sucking of Lori's mouth and lips.
Art took his hands off Lori's head and ran them up the back of Norm's legs. He felt the hard muscles of a male, felt the stubbly growth of hair. Gingerly, he moved to the man's crotch and felt a surge of excitement go through him as he felt the base of Norm's cock He took hold of the dangling balls and held them for a moment, then his hand slid slowly up the shaft, moving Norm's hand aside. He pumped the loose skin slowly, felt a numbness in the man's organ that surprised him
Cal had moved lower on Lori's ass and was now burying his face in the open slit of her cunt. He had run his arms inside of her legs and pried her open, holding her ass high so his tongue could find the luscious valley of her womanhood. He slurped into it, wetting his face.
Lori moaned, bobbed her head more rapidly. She stole a glance upward and saw the tall pillars of Norm's legs on each side of her. She saw the cheeks of his ass and the balls being held by Art's hand. She moved off Art's cock, twisted her head upward, and began to kiss Norm's legs directly below where his balls hung. Norm hunched toward her, opening her legs slightly so she could get her face between them. She took the ball sack in her mouth.
Art stared at the mushroom head of Norm's cock directly in front of him. He saw Lori's face come up between Norm's legs and take his balls in her mouth. A tremor of lust ran through him. He opened his mouth and pulled Norm's cock toward him. He put only the head between his lips and felt the flat, tasteless knob expand slightly. Then he moved forward and took as much of Norm's hard prick into his mouth as he could Knowing how he liked his own cock sucked, he did not find it difficult to learn the technique of sucking properly.
Lori had moved forward to reach Norm's balls. Now her pussy, which Cal was still licking, was almost on Art's cock. She hunched upward when she felt the hot wet knob of his prick on her belly. With one hand, she opened her wet cunt and slid Art's cock into it.
Cal saw Art's cock disappear into the slippery slit he had just licked. He put his hand under Art's balls and raised them so that they pressed into Lori's pussy. He sunk low on the floor and brought his face up under Art's ass. He searched with his tongue, licking Art's inner thighs, craning his head upward so his mouth fell on Art's balls. Frantically, his perspiring face tried to maintain contact with the moving orbs and the base of Art's cock. But soon he found his position cramped. He moved behind Lori, moving on his knees across the carpeting until he was directly in back of her pumping ass. He reached to his crotch and pumped his stubby organ with his fat hand a few moments, then spit on his fingers and smeared then onto the tight asshole that glowered in the golden ravine of Lori's asscheeks. He applied some more spit to his cock. Then, with surprising agility, he moved his body over Lori's rump.
Norm bent over and put his hands against the wall behind the couch. Now his asshole was exposed to Lori and she moved upward from his balls and began to lick the hairy crevice. Norm hunched forward and drove his hard prick into Art's mouth.
Cal put the tip of his stub against Lori's asshole, wiggled his own ass a little, then pushed it into her. She grunted, but not from pain.
Lori felt filled with cocks. She put her arms around Norm's ass and felt in front of him. She took hold of the cock that was sliding in and out of Art's mouth. She tried to pull it away from Art, heard him grunt negatively, then contented herself by letting the slavered dick slide between her fingers. She felt Art's lips tight around it, moved her fingers to the corners of Art's mouth and put the tips of her index fingers inside.
Cal had plugged Lori's asshole with his stump of flesh. He lay atop her, pushing in and out. He bent his face to her back and licked the soft skin. He reached under her and put the backs of his hands on the foam rubber ol her titties.
Art's hard cock impaled Lori's cunt.
Urgent grippings of Cal's hands on Lori's tits gave the signal that the time for release was near at hand. Lori responded with a muffled moan, Art the same.
A thrilling surge of warmth streamed through the quartet of sexually-engaged bodies. There were sudden moans of pleasure, groans of agonized ecstasy. Hot, slimy semen spewed, tongues licked hungrily at perspiring flesh, bodies spasmed in rocking, jolting upheavals of total fulfillment. Then the pyramid of human bodies fell like slowly toppling buildings, flesh on sweaty flesh, panting.
Later, in slow, liquid motions, Cal and Norm drifted into their clothing, moving like slow-motion ballet dancers in the almost total darkness of the room. Then the door opened. A square of light outlined two departing figures.
It was all over.