Chapter 7
Lori drifted up from her alcoholic depths and lay for some time in the damp depression of her bed. She tried to orient her mind to the present, to where she was. It all came back to her slowly-the taunting mirror, the shattered glass and its mocking images, the blurring of her mind as the alcohol burned the tentacles of her brain into unreality.
She groaned when she thought of it.
"Ah, I see you're awake," a man's voice said softly.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes and aimed them in the direction of the voice.
"Don't be frightened, my dear," the voice soothed.
Lori raised her aching head from the pillow and tried to focus on the blurry image that stood across the room from her.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked.
The figure moved closer. "Don't you recognize me, dear?" Cal Winston asked.
Lori sat up and stared up into the cherubic face of the lawyer. "What do you ... How did you get in?" she asked.
"I told you I'd stop by today," he said. "I rang the bell, but there was no answer. You said you weren't fee1ing well so I thought I'd better see if you were all right. I tried the door and found it wasn't locked."
For the first time Lori realized she was naked. She pulled the sheet up around her and sat up. She glanced toward the window and saw it was dark outside.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Oh, perhaps an hour. I saw you were sleeping so I made myself several drinks and waited for you to awaken."
Lori's face reddened slightly. "You saw me lying here like this? No covers?"
Cal Winston shrugged. "I found the sight very pleasurable," he smiled.
"How could you?" she demanded with some anger.
He shrugged again. "It was simple, my dear. I merely came to the bedroom door and looked in," he said.
Then he smiled broadly. "You have a beautiful body. A very delightful body."
But the slight bit of anger that had been in Lori those few moments was not of a lasting quality. A compliment, after all, was a compliment; her body certainly deserved it, she reasoned. She smiled a hesitant smile. "Would it be asking too much if you allowed me to get out of bed?" she asked.
Cal moved closer to the bed. Now Lori saw for the first time that he was not completely dressed. He had taken off his shirt. He wore a tank type undershirt with a tuft of grayish hair standing up from the top. Several rolls of fat made indentations in the material, sagging over his belt. A quick-glance at his feet revealed to her that he had removed his shoes as well as his shirt.
He looked at her evenly, then down at the curves of her naked body under the single sheet. "I would much prefer if you would allow me to join you in your bed," he said.
"Wh-at?"
"Would it be so out of the question, my dear? After all, we are both adults and .. " "Why, Mr. Winston ..." "Cal."
"You must be out of your mind."
"Not at all, my dear. Because I am an attorney does not mean that I do not have sexual desires the same as any other person."
Lori sat up abruptly, drew the sheet tighter around her.
Cal went on. "You see, Lori, it isn't often I have the opportunity to meet someone as delectably beautiful as you. I admired you from the first moment you walked into my office. If it had not been so out of the question at the time, I would have approached you even then."
"I-I had no idea," she faltered. Lori wanted to be angry but found it impossible because of the few words of flattery Cal Winston had used on her. She eyed him now in a direct way; in her thoughts she was weighing an impulse to amuse herself by showing some interest in his proposition. But when she studied his fat, baggy overcoat of a body, any sexual desire for the little man fled immediately. "You'd better put your shirt back on," she said. "It wouldn't look good if someone came to see me."
Cal's smile lit up his round face. His eyes twinkled. "Such an idea would not find acceptance in my mind it this time," he said. "It is not my intention to leave until I have shown you the satisfaction I can give a woman."
"You?" Lori laughed.
"My dear, I am more of a lover than my physical appearance might indicate. It isn't always the man who is most muscularly built or the most handsome who can bring complete fulfillment to a woman. On the contrary, the world's greatest lovers have been rather plain, unimpressive appearing gentlemen."
"But you, Mr. Winston ... you're just not the typy. I mean, look at you. You're so short and ... and ..."
"Fat, I believe is the word for which you are searching. Outward appearances are quite often deceiving, as I told you. I do not profess to be the greatest lover in the world. However, I have given over a good deal of my time in perfecting the techniques of giving pleasure to my sexual partners."
"Partners?" she laughed lightly. 'You mean you cat around? Why, you sneaky little man."
Despite his somewhat sexless appearance, Lori found Cal Winston's calm demeanor and his self-confidence more than intriguing. Did this fat little man really have something? Or was he just another one of those inept little men who thought he was good?
"Furthermore, Lori, my dear, there are many things with which you are more than likely unfamiliar. I can teach you some of the refinements of the sexual aspect of love. Oh, I don't pretend to know everything-no one man does-nor am I in any way assuming that you have not already found total fulfillment in your sexual pursuits."
He moved closer to the bed and put his hand gently on her shoulder. The calm manner of his approach and his polished words had soothed Lori to the extent that she did not cringe under his touch as she thought she might. Instead; she found the hand on her shoulder warm and acceptable. The slight tremor that ran through her body brought a look of satisfaction to his face.
"You must relax completely, my sweet. Your body is a beautiful machine, to be handled as one would handle delicate china. Roughness and crudity are as much out of place in making love as handball in a cathedral. Your skin is like rich velvet. Your hair looks as though it was spun by angels. Your mouth is the perfect rosebud of womanhood..."
Lori's head was beginning to spin. She blinked her eyes. "Mr. Winston ... Cal. I'd like a drink."
"Of course, I had already anticipated that. Here, drink the one I made for you." He turned and took a glass from the nightstand and handed it to her. "A soothing drink is the elixir from which absolute love-making springs."
"Oh, Cal..."
"Hush, my dear," he went on. "First, I will remove the covering from your lovely body." Slowly, he put his hand on the top hem of the sheet, held it for a moment as his eyes held her in place, then pulled it from her. He did not take his eyes from hers for a long time; then, very slowly, he let them rove over the satin, rising mounds of her breasts, examining each nipple. Then he went to her stomach, her belly. He gave the sheet a quick yank, exposing Lori's body entirely.
"Ooh..." she murmured, pressing her legs together.
He looked longingly at the silk hair nest over her pussy. His mouth twitched a little, then he smiled. "You are indeed a perfect specimen of a woman," he said softly. "Absolutely lovely."
Lori felt as though she were under some kind of hypnotic spell. She wanted to leap out of the bed and cover herself. She wanted to pull the sheet up and yell at the chubby little man to get out of her bedroom. But she couldn't.
Cal bent slowly and put his lips ever so gently on her lips. He brushed back and forth lightly, making little pecking motions. "My beautiful one ... my own dear, sweet angel ..." He kissed her cheeks, then her temples. He did not put his hands on her, but merely bent over the inert form of Lori and dabbled his light kisses on her.
"Ooh," she said as his tongue dipped into her ear. Her body twitched a little, legs moving apart, then tight together again. "Oh... Cal..."
"Yes, my sweet... yes..."
He slid his hands onto her shoulders, then around them. He brought her tight against him with a gentle forward pull. His lips found hers. Through instinct or perhaps because of the magnetism of his approach, her arms snaked around his neck and held him tight.
It was a crushing kiss, yet with the pressure applied so slowly that neither of them realized they were grinding their mouths together eagerly.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed. His mouth slid off hers and down onto her neck. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he murmured as he kissed downward toward her upthrust breasts. His lips went over the satin surface at the upper portion of her left breast, then coursed across her chest to the top of the other mound. He slid around the side to the base, then up the deep cleavage. Now his tongue came out to taste her lightly.
Lori's chest began to heave in anticipation, awaiting the moment when he would take one of her tart nipples in his mouth and suck and lick it Her one hand lay lightly on the back of his head, longing to direct his mouth to the nipples that now ached for his kiss.
But he avoided the nipples, going instead to the underside of each golden hummock, licking a bit more urgently now, but ever gently. He trailed a wet line down her stomach and flicked lightly at her navel. "Ah, my sweet, lovely creature," he moaned contentedly. "The feel of your lovely skin on my lips is like heaven itself. Your body has the aroma of the most delicious nectar." The silver line of wetness moved upward once more and now went around her titties to her shoulders. He moved her arm away from her body and put his face into her armpit He nuzzled his nose into the shaved crevice, then moved down her arm until he came to her .fingers. "Your hands are as delicate and fine as butterfly wings," he went on. He took the little finger and put it in his mouth, then two more. He sucked on her fingers and ran his tongue between them. Then he went to her thumb and sucked it in the same motion as the sucking of a male organ.
Lori rolled to one side and put her hand on the side of his face. "You're ... you're ..." "Hush, my lovely... hush."
Ohhhh," she moaned as though helpless to do anything He licked his way back up her arm, went across her chest and repeated his kissing on the other arm. He took her fingers in his mouth as he had before. When the wet fingers finally slipped out of his mouth, he wiped them carefully with a corner of the sheet.
Lori's legs were beginning to piston back and forth in agitated, jerking little movements. Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly now as this strange new style of love-making was arousing her to a longing she had not felt before. She wanted desperately to feel his mouth on her nipples, to feel his warm tongue lick the tips, and when he again avoided the upraised nipples, she took one of her breasts in her hand and pointed the nipple at him. With her other hand she pulled his head toward it
"Oh, please... please," she begged. "Kiss it."
"Yes, my sweet lovely. I wanted you to ask," he said.
He put his lips on the raised knob and felt the pressure on the back of his head increase in a sudden tug of her hand. He moved his head from side to side, savoring the little rubbery button. His tongue flicked at it. He put his hand on the other titty and agitated the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"Ohh ... yes-sss ..." she hissed, heaving her chest upward.
"Mmmmmmm."
Then he took as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could, sucking with a hungry urgency, yet always gentle and controlled. He moved quickly to the other titty, engulfed the waiting mound as he had the first, then put his hand over the wetness he had left on it.
"Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. She kneaded his neck with her fingers.
He suckled on her breasts for some time, going from one to the other, kissing the nipples, the soft flesh of the entire breasts, licking at the aureoles. Then he slid his mouth off and coursed down her stomach once again. He turned her slightly so he could kiss the roundness of her hips, then continued downward until he was at her knee. He licked at her trembling kneecap, then put his mouth over it. "Ooh, that tickles," she giggled.
He raised her leg, went under it to the back side of her knee. He Ticked the tender flesh there, felt her twitch, then moved downward. He shifted his body, moving on his knees until he was in a position opposite her feet. He kissed the top of her foot He turned the foot slightly and kissed the underarch. He held the foot a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the tickling sensation, then moved down until his lips were on her toes. He swiped his tongue across the five little rises of her upper toes, then went below to the wrinkled crevices. He slid his tongue between each toe, stroking in and out, nipping at the tips.
Lori squirmed, yet did not try to pull her foot away. The sensation of Cal's kissing and licking her body in places others had hardly, touched before held her in a divine grip of ecstasy. She could do nothing now but lie and allow him to do what he wanted.
When he had thoroughly licked each toe on both feet, be began his upward movement once again, moving on his knees on the floor. He pulled gently on both legs, hugging them, so that he turned her body and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed. He spread her legs ride and got between them.
She trembled, knowing what he was going to do next. Sow she could reach his head once again and she put one hand on the side of his rotund face.
"Your skin is so soft-like golden velvet The aroma of four beautiful body is most delicious," he said softly.
"Yours is a body made for love, my dear. Your skin cries out to be kissed and licked and tasted."
"Oh, Cal... what a lover you are ..."
"Yes, dear one, your entire being is one made only or love. You arouse the desires in me like leaping flames..."
"Ooh..."
He reached out and touched the hairs of her pussy. His touch was light, feathery. He toyed lightly with the silky hair over her lovenest. Then he pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and slid the palms of his hands up the inner sides of her thighs.
"Oh, God. Oh, dear," she cried softly. "What you do tome."
' "Love is giving, my dear. Love is total enjoyment and total giving of one body to another." He laid his head on the inner side of her thigh and let his lips rest on the tender skin. His tongue came out of the corner of his mouth and licked lightly. "You are the object of my love, my darling. The woman in you brings my passion to the surface. You will know love, my sweet. Your whole body will find fulfillment because of my love for your gorgeous flesh." He turned his head and looked directly at her slightly open cunt, "Your womanhood awaits my love."
He moved toward the hairy box so slowly that he clutched at his hair, thin as it was, and felt the urge to drag him into her crotch. But this was his game, she thought, and he must be allowed to make love to her in his own way.
When his face was directly in front of her juiced pussy, he slid his hands toward it, put two finger of each hand into the aperture and spread the lips. "A delicious rosebud," he murmured. He opened the slippery slit wider. He rested his elbows on her thighs, held her pussy open, and moved into it with a slow, deliberate licking motion.
"Oh, yes-sss," she hissed. "Oh, do it, sweetie, do it to me!" She jerked her hips upward in urgent little movements, trying to surround his tongue with her moist, eager membranes.
He tasted the interior with a gentle in and out movement, then went to one of her pussy lips and slid from the top to the bottom, teasing her so that she cried out in agonized anticipation. "Patience, my lovely one. You will know full love soon enough," he mumbled softly into her reddish hole of hot, moist flesh. He came back up the other lip with the tip of his tongue. Then he stabbed at the hard knob of her clitoris, as though trying to push it out of the way. When she reacted with another upward lunge, he moved down to the lowest spot of her cunt and flattened his tongue. With a quick upward stroke, he licked the wet cavern until he was once again at her clitoris.
With a gentle, swabbing motion, like a dog licking a wound, he applied his flattened tongue to the wet hole between her legs. Her legs were thrashing more violently now, her hips heaving upward. Her hands were on each side of his face.
"Oh, Cal ... Cal ... what you do to me. Oh, you're driving me crazy. Yes, yes ... lick it, baby. Lick my pussy."
He took his tongue from her abruptly and edged his body upward so that his face lay on her soft, rounded belly. He licked at the tender flesh for some moments, then gradually inched higher on her body. Now he was at her breasts. He rolled his forehead back and forth under their jutting softness, wiping his face slowly across her body.
"Your body is like a beautiful heavenly pool of love," he murmured. "Your skin is absolutely delicious-so cool, so fine, so tender ..." He took one of the nipples and sucked on it hungrily, but always gently, with his hands smoothing and caressing her soft skin.
Her hands went under his undershirt. She clutched at the folds of skin. "You ... you still have your clothes on," she said.
"Yes, my sweet," he replied. He rose off his knees and toppled onto the bed beside her.
Her hands were immediately busy with his belt buckle and zipper. He adjusted his rotund body to accommodate her, raising his hips as she peeled his pants from him, sitting up briefly so she could roll his undershirt up over his head. Then she slid his shorts down to his knees and waited for him to take his legs out of them.
"No, my dear, you must do that," he said.
Busily, she wriggled the shorts down over his feet, urgent passion turning her slender fingers into snatching claws. Then, when she had pulled them over his feet, she wriggled her way up to lie beside him once more. Her hand went to his crotch. There was a noticeable pause as her fingers touched the area of his crotch.
"Yes, I know, sweet thing," he said.
"But it's... it's so..."
"Small."
She coiled her fingers around the object of her search and felt further between his legs. When she made a fist around the hard knob, his cock disappeared into the confines of her fingers.
"Smallness is not a detriment," he said. "In fact, size has very little to do with the ultimate satisfaction that a woman realizes. The proper manipulation of even a very small organ can arouse the passion in a woman as much as a large, over-sized one can."
Lori had the strange feeling that she was holding something similar to a baby's fist. Cal's cock was a stubby piece of hard muscle, yet there seemed to be considerable diameter to it.
"But can you, ah, do anything with this one?" she asked, her obvious disappointment coloring her voice.
In a slow, easy movement that surprised her, he raised his body and got between her legs. He kept his weight from her as he felt into her silken hair for the opening of her pussy. Then he moved forward until the head of his stubby cock was nestled between the' warm lips. He kept his hand on his cock, gripping it between thumb and forefinger. He moved the head around until the under side of his glans was touching her clitoris. Then he moved his cock quickly from side to side, agitating the little knob with the head of his cock and also with the tip of his thumb. Then he slid it lower into her wet, slippery slit and moved the cock-head up and down, then around and around. He moved his forefinger so that when he pushed forward the finger slid into her pussy along with his cock. Then, as his short cock lay buried in her, he brought his finger out and stroked her clitoris with a gentle, rhythmic movement.
Lori fought upward for more of him, thrusting her hips off the bed as she tried for more of the chunky piece of flesh.
He put his hands under the cheeks of her ass and held her off the bed. Then, with his cock in her, he rotated her hips in a round and round motion, holding his own body rigid so that all the movement was in her lower torso. She wrapped her legs around him.
"No, don't do that," he said. "Your movement is impeded that way." He elbowed her legs from around him so that they lay loosely away from her. Now her entire lower body was free for his manipulation and he continued his circular motions, grinding his surprisingly fat cock around inside of her.
Lori began to whimper, rolling her head from side to side as she writhed in agonized pleasure. The extreme diameter of his cock was awakening new sensations in her that she had never felt before. His gentle, practiced handling of her body made her want to give even more of herself, but there was nothing she could do but submit to his tender lovemaking.
"And now, my beautiful one," he said after a long time, "we will adjust our bodies so that we may both achieve the ultimate in sexual satisfaction at the same time."
"Oh, Cal..."
"Yes, my lovely."
He crawled over her, bracing his heavy body with both hands at the side of her head. His hips began a rapid-fire movement that Lori found difficult to adjust to for a few moments. Then her hips caught up the tempo, jerking back and forth so rapidly in unison with his movements that the bed began to quiver under the onslaught of the two bodies.
"It is building now," he grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes, yes!."
"Your body is exploding."
"I'm on fire."
"Your pussy is a raging flame." "Oh, your cock... your nice cock..." "Hot lava is coming." "Yes, yes, yes."
'Fuck, my sweet... FUCK!"
He put his mouth on hers and drove his tongue in and out in the same rhythm as his hips. They were joined at both ends and the jabbing movements were identical. Then, when the time came for his hot juices to spew into her, he collected saliva in his mouth and pressed it into her in the same rhythmic bursts as his cock. She swallowed hungrily.
Outside, there was thunder. Aortas of lightning and branched arteries of electric fire diagrammed the clouds.
Inside, there was thunder and electricity, too.