Chapter 8
Lori groaned. The thunder had sounded accusative. A thin finger of a breeze tested the thin curtain over Lori's window, pushed the frail material into the room, then withdrew, leaving the curtain to settle back to limp alignment with the walk
She moaned softly. A small hand went to the moistness on her brow, wiped, then fell limply onto the rumpled sheets.
The broken mirror over her vanity looked menacing. She turned her head slightly to stare at it. She forced herself to smile ever so weakly. She had slept and drunk and slept some more. The wheel of her thoughts traveled around and around and the scenes spun crazily.
She could hear sounds from the living room, the soft dink of ice in a glass and the splash of something liquid. Then there was the satisfying sigh of someone having a drink. She wanted a drink but could not bring herself to call out for one. Instead, she rolled to the side of the bed and drank the lukewarm mixture of her last drink.
The storm outside was grappling with the city now, lashing it with its millions of water whips, growling at it, threatening it. The lightning hissed and hit some nearby tower, the heavy grumble of thunder followed it. Inwardly, Lori thrilled at storms. There was something about their violence that made her feel almost as violent The hammer of Thor, the flashbulbs of Zeus flooded the metropolis with streaks of light. Buildings quivered under the cannonade.
The world beyond churned in ecstasies of rain, noise, and colored light The lights in Lori's apartment gloved for a moment in a sinister red, then came up again. The dim bedside lamp winked at her.
Lori giggled.
There had been a storm in her body that had been tamed. This storm outside would die, too, tamed by the mysteries of nature, a happening over which no one had control. But her own storm could be controlled, she mused. The raging passion of her body came to an abrupt halt simultaneously with her orgasm. Perhaps, she thought smilingly, that was how the storm outside ended-in one giant orgasm of lightning and thunder.
She sat up in bed, winced as the tiny awls of pain shot prick-points through her brain. She swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"Perhaps this will help," Cal said. He was standing just inside the door, holding a tall drink in his hand.
Lori blinked, A scene was repeating itself and he couldn't be sure if she was dreaming the re-run or not.
"I thought you might need one," he said.
"Thanks." She held out her hand.
Cal came to the side of the bed and placed the glass inside her coiled fingers. He was still naked. He smiled as she drank. She drank heartily and with her eyes closed. The brief glimpse she had had of Cal's naked body made her suspect over her own rationality. She found it difficult to relieve that this rotund, balding little man could have brought her such pleasure earlier in the evening for now he looked anything but a competent lover. The folds of flesh around his body were somewhat less than appealing, his fat legs and the stub of his limp cock were almost repulsive.
She pulled her legs up and coupled her arms around them, still clutching her drink. She looked up. "How long did I sleep?"
"Off and on for a couple hours."
She put her legs back over the side of the bed, took a quick drink, and stood up. "Potty time," she said simply, and pushed past him and went into the bathroom.
Her breasts felt heavy. She cupped them in her hands as she sat on the stool, caressing them tenderly. Her body felt tired. She pawed lightly at the slightly matted hair over her pussy, recalling that several faces had found that part of her very inviting over the past few days.
When she was through, she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw puffy eyes and puffy lips. Her hair was a series of straggly skeins that made her look witchlike. Quickly, she brushed out the matted strands, applied cool water to her face, then wrapped a towel around her body in sarong fashion. Holding the towel with one hand, she finished her drink, then went out.
Cal looked surprised. "You're covering that beautiful body with a mere towel?" he asked. "To me, you are the. perfect Eve."
But now his words held no fascination for her. In fact, now she viewed them as corny. Feeling a bit sheepish for having submitted to him in the first place, she said, "I think the party's over, Cal. Let's cool it with that sort of talk."
"Why, my dear, the party's just begun. You are on the threshold of an experience you will recall with pleasure the rest of your life."
She looked at him evenly. She wondered how she could have found this short, sexless looking man with the nattering words even slightly attractive. Yet she had succumbed to those words and found pleasure in what he had done to her.
"I wanted to talk to you about business," she said. "I had no idea something like this was going to happen."
"But it did happen, my sweet You cannot deny that you did discover new sensations in your body tonight. Your every action indicated pleasure beyond bounds."
"I think you hypnotized me," she said wryly.
"Perhaps making love to a woman is a form of hypnosis," he said. "But then, viewing the loveliness of your body brings out the best in a man."
"Don't you think you'd better get dressed?"
"Of course not," he said quickly. "I'll fix you another drink. During the interim you might set your mind so recalling what took place between us a short time ago." He turned and walked out of the room, his heavy asscheeks moving up and down loosely. At the door, he turned, smiled. "And you might prepare yourself for something even more stimulating."
"Cal... no."
"I have a special treat for you. Relax."
She watched as his fat form moved through the doorway. She shuddered slightly when she realized he had no intention of leaving, yet he spoke with such assurance and confidence that she found herself mildly intrigued by the special treat he had in store for her.
Within moments, Cal returned with another tall drink which he handed to Lori with a flourish. "Ambrosia for the queen," he said. "Erotica in a glass."
"Oh, Cal... honestly."
"Your breasts are as inviting as the sweetest flower bud to the bee, your beautiful body is a machine made for love..."
"This flower has got to get some rest," she said. But she took the drink and drank several swallows from it. She still held the towel around her.
"A warm tongue across your lovely nipples would kindle the flames of passion in you, my dear. May I?" Without waiting for a reply, he moved to a position in front of her and put his mouth on one of her nipples. His tongue licked at the bud.
"Please, Cal..."
He moved to the other nipple and licked it "Cal, I've got to... to ..."
"You've got to be loved because that is your calling," he murmured. "To deny your gorgeous body one moment of love would be sacrilege, dear heart It cries out for the tender caress of a man. Already the slight movement of your lovely hips indicates a yearning to be joined once again with the tender muscle of a man." He swabbed his tongue across one breast then the other.
Lori was already beginning to breathe heavily. She could not help but enjoy what he was doing to her, yet she wanted to fight against it She put her hand on his bead and tried to ease him away.
"Don't stop the very thing that is giving you pleasure, sweetheart," he said. "You are working through instinct die instinct that instructs a woman to deny, even though die flames of passion are raging through her. You are alive with passion. Your body cries out to be loved. It is wrong of you to fight against what your lovely body desires."
Lori's head was beginning to swim again. She had allowed the towel to slip down over her breasts and now she loosened her grip on it entirely. It fell to the floor at their feet She resigned herself to allow this very unusual man to have his way with her.
As he kissed her breasts, she finished the remainder of her drink. She vaguely recalled being lifted to the bed as the kissing lips and licking tongue never left the infernos at the tips of her breasts. Then she felt his tongue coursing over her body, lapping at it hungrily. She felt the coolness where his saliva moistened the flesh, felt the tingle of his tongue as it nicked and licked over her belly, between her legs, down her legs.
The room seemed to be spinning crazily. She wondered how he could be in so many different places at one time. He was kissing her mouth one moment, her legs the next. Many pairs of hands moved over her, toying with her nipples, then her inner thighs. She searched the bed with one hand, trying to orient herself. She felt the warm skin of his belly and slid lower until she felt the tuft of hair between his legs. She groped for the cock she knew was nestled among the hair.
Then she gasped. The cock she found did not seem :o match the one in her memory. This piece of warm flesh was much bigger than she remembered and she wondered dimly how such a thing could be. How could it have been so small and stubby on one occasion and grown to such size now?
She opened her eyes and tried to bring them into focus on the cock in her hand. It was bigger. She stared a it a moment, then trailed her eyes up the body of its owner.
The man smiled down at her. "Like it?" he asked.
Lori jerked. "Wh-who are you?"
"Sorry about not introducing my friend, sweetheart." Cal said from somewhere down around her feet "But I didn't think you were quite prepared for it."
"Who is he?" Lori demanded.
"The owner of that proud rod is someone you will know only as Norm," Cal said.
Then Lori realized she was still holding Norm's cock. She released it immediately. "What is this? What are you trying to do to me?" she asked.
"Relax, my sweet, we are doing nothing more complicated than making love to you. Your beautiful body should be shared by more than one."
"Two? At one time?" Lori said.
"There is a certain ecstasy in numbers," Cal said.
"Oh, no, not for me there isn't," she said. Her body became rigid with the sudden turn of events. "Both of you had better get out of here."
"Now, now, baby," Cal said. "You're reverting to instinct again. The thought of having two men make love to you at one time is undoubtedly exciting to you, yet you fight against such an intriguing development. Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"I-I've heard about it," she said softly.
"You can put your hand back on my rod now," Norm said. He was on his knees beside her. He edged forward a little so she could reach him. She was on her back, her legs spread slightly, her arms lying limply beside her body. The dim nightstand light played over the perfect white hemispheres of her jutting breasts.
Cal eased her legs apart and knelt between them. He put both hands on her pussy and stroked the bristle gently. "Such a lovely puff," he said. "The tenderest, most delightful part of a real woman."
Norm leaned over and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down gently. His long, hard prick curved forward from his dangling balls. As he ministered to her titties it bounced up and down like a huge lever. It was an impressive cock, a hard hose of flesh with a swollen nozzle of deep red at the end.
Lori had fallen under the spell of this dual love-making. She reached out and took Norm's cock in her hand and pulled the skin back over the glans.
"Your hand is as gentle as a kitten's," Norm breathed. "Stroke it a little."
She turned slightly to adjust her body. Now her movement was free. She stroked the skin back and forth and felt a thrill go through her as she thought of that huge piece of meat inside her. And she thought of this despite the fact that Cal had thrilled her beyond belief with his stub of a prick. She ran her hand to the base and took his balls, fondling them gently.
Cal was toying with her pussy. He ran his fingers into the slippery opening, pushing them deep into her. Then he put his other hand beside the first and eased more fingers into her cunt He wiggled them, moved them about in the soft membranes. Then he pulled one hand out and slipped it down the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. She raised her ass so he could find her asshole. Slippery with her cunt juice, he slipped one finger into the puckered hole. Now he manipulated both hands, one in her asshole and one in her cunt. He ran his finger deep into her asshole, another deep into her cunt. Somewhere inside of her she felt the pressure as both fingers met at the same place.
Norm was going from one breast to the other rapidly now. He licked the tart nipples, nipped at them, then licked the entire area of the aureole. He held them together with his hands and kissed both nipples at one time.
Lori was stroking Norm's cock in vigorous, jerking motions, pulling on the hot shaft to bring him closer.
Without disturbing Cal, who was directly behind him, Norm moved his body atop Lori so that he was sitting on her chest He took the twin mounds and moved them apart, then laid his hot prick between them. His balls nestled onto her stomach. "Hold them together," he said. Lori immediately compressed her soft breasts against the torrid shaft that was already moving back and forth, the mushroom head almost touching her chin with each stroke.
Now Norm rose up slightly, taking his cock from between her tits. He held it down so that the head barely touched her lips.
But Lori was not ready to take his cock in her mouth just yet. She held her lips tightly closed. She stared at the long, pale shaft, then looked up at the man who knelt over her. There was a thick growth of hair on Norm's body, joining in a dark line down the center of his stomach where the converging hairs met Around his cock, the hair grew in a thicket of tightly curled ringlets that faded gradually to thin fur on his legs. With him atop her, Lori put her hands on his ass.
Norm moved a little, until his cock-head was touching her nose. He guided it to one nostril, then the other. He moved up a little more and laid the hot muscle on her eyelid. Turning her head with one hand, he steered the head of his cock into her ear and moved it about briefly. His balls were nearly touching her chin. Lori breathed in the heady aroma of his crotch.
Looking down at her, Norm smiled at the pleasure he was having with his hard cock. He moved it about on her face, touching her eyelids with the head, smearing the small drop of fluid onto her lips. He brought his balls up and laid the sack across her nose, being careful to keep the pressure off her.
"You want to suck it now?" he asked. He guided the robbery head to her lips and pried them apart with it. The soft head slid across her lips and Norm squeezed another drop of liquid from it which he applied to the inner side of her lip.
Lori inhaled the strong aroma of Norm's prick and the juice he had squeezed from it. She opened her eyes wider. Her brain was whirring with the many new sensations she was feeling. Cal was still probing gently in her cunt and her asshole, Norm was smearing his big, hard cock across her lips. Her mind reeled giddily. Her inner self screamed and told her that this was life. This was life in its rawest yet purest form. Her body responded like a machine turned on.
Lori's lips parted, and Norm caught the signal. 1 e gently pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth.
Cal was murmuring contentedly, sliding his slickened fingers in and out of the holes he had chosen.
"Such a lovely warm hole. Such a wondrous flower of soft flesh your cunt is, my dear. And the bud of your ass is a thing of total enjoyment. ,." Then he slid his fingers out of her pussy, bent and licked it for a moment. "So sweet with your love, my darling. So delicious." He took his mouth off her pussy and licked his fingers.
"Lick my staff of life, baby," Norm murmured. "Take it in your pretty mouth and lick it." He adjusted himself so he could stroke his long rod in and out of Lori's mouth. He moved above her, his hands outstretched to the top of the bed and fucked her in the mouth. She responded by twirling her tongue around the flared glans and tightening her lips around the entire head. She flicked at the viscous secretion that emerged when she put her fingers at the base of his cock and squeezed upward.
Cal had fallen face first into her crotch and was licking the slickened cunt hungrily, forming his tongue into a tube, then flattening it to lick from the very bottom of her cunt to the top. He raised her ass higher so that her puckered anus winked at him from the crevice between the luscious mounds of her ass. He put his nose against the brown spot and inhaled. Then his tongue lashed across the tight pucker, wetting it and the surrounding area. He contorted himself so that he could put his mouth on the tiny lips, then kissed it, pulling on the cheeks of her ass to bring her tight against him. The tip of his tongue went into the slickened hole, driving into the pinched opening until it expanded to accommodate his eager tongue.
Lori moaned as the thick cock slid in and out of her mouth. She moaned even more when Cal's wide tongue licked the entire length of the crevice between her asscheeks. Her body hummed as though wired with electricity. Her nerve ends were attached to a giant dynamo that jolted her body into frenzied movements. She brought her teeth down on the thickened neck of Norm's cock, felt him buck, then released him. The velvet texture of her tongue was soothing on the velvet skin of his prick.
The joint manipulation lifted her to a plateau of ecstasy that was both new and wonderful to her. She was filled with the madness of her own passion, sucking and being sucked, caressing and being caressed. She was snorting with labored breathing as Norm's cock continued to plunge in and out of her mouth. And there were squishing sounds coming from her mouth as her saliva collected and ran out of the corners of her mouth. Then, too, there was a squeaking of wet flesh as Cal licked the wet, spongy mass between her legs, coursed up the crack of her ass to her asshole.
Cal was grunting and murmuring at the same time, trying to form words but unable to do so because of his hungry passion for what he was doing.
"Suck it, baby," Norm muttered as he moved his cock rapidly in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. "Suck that nice cock, baby."
"Ummmhmmm," was her choked reply.
Now Cal stopped his licking and moved upward between Lori's legs. He dug for his stubby cock and put it in the wet hole he had licked so thoroughly. He reached out and took hold of Norm's ass. With his thumbs, he spread the hairy cheeks to expose the brown asshole nestled in the crevice. Without hesitation, he drove his face into the valley. His tongue dabbed at the pinched anus then burrowed its way in.
Now, like three giant land crabs, the trio rocked on the bed, each giving pleasure, each receiving pleasure. They lunged and rocked and moaned with contentment. They groaned and murmured in the mammoth ecstasy of the eroticism in which they were engaged. They would all spasm together, Lori knew. Cal would see to that.
And they did.
It was as though the world had tilted suddenly on its axis, as though all the lightning in the world had gathered in that one bedroom and flashed with a frightening madness through their brains.
Somewhere, in the dizzying interval while the three bodies spasmed, Lori recalled a flooding flash of hot lava in her mouth, the spurts coming simultaneously with her own wracking bursts of exploding passion.
Then the three panting bodies collapsed on the bed in a heap of perspiring flesh.