Chapter 10

"Glad you turned out to be a reasonable man," Shirley said. "In more ways than one." She kicked her legs up and wiggled them in the air as though to loosen them up, incidentally pointing her cunt and ass at me. "What would you like next, boss?"

"How are you at taking it up the ass?" She laughed heartily. "That's my specialty, which I assumed you might already have guessed." She put her beer aside and, with her legs still in the air, reached down to spread her ass.

She had a strikingly simple and strikingly open ass-hole. It had almost no rim at all. It was like a whirlpool that trailed immaculate walls of flesh away inside her in casual invitation. "I thought you might be into that Lots of men are. Just by coincidence, I happened to take an enema this afternoon, so I'm all empty, and I had a nice long bath afterward, so I'm ah clean."

"In anticipation of a date tonight-which you have since broken?"

"How perceptive you are," she chortled. "You can use some of that rubbing oil on me."

I oiled her up and it turned out that she preferred to take it lying on her back. "More comfortable that way," she commented. I could hardly say, "I know. Most gay guys will tell you that." So instead I smiled laconically and inched up to her on my knees.

She kicked her legs so far up and out, and let her ass-hole open so widely and so expertly that from where I knelt it almost seemed as though that was meant to be the right hole and the one higher up, with its jumble of lips glued together by swampy adhesion, seemed an accessory. But as I played my cock-head around in its entrance and she squeezed rhythmically to haul me in with what felt like sharp little kisses, she banished that illusion. "I'd like it more if I could use a vibrator on myself," she panted, moving her fingers to her clit "There's one under the pillow. I think you can reach it without pulling out. If you don't mind, of course."

I shook my head and grinned broadly and leaned back and slipped my hand under the pillow and found a long, hard cylinder, pointed at the smooth end with a nose like a rocket. It was white plastic, about a foot long, and battery operated. I gave it to her and returned to concentrating on the feeling of my cock slowly slipping up her ass.

She turned the vibrator on at medium speed. Its hum was somewhere between the whine of an electric shaver and the warning of a rattlesnake. She winked as she touched its head to her clit

She went into writhing ecstasies. "These things are terrific," she enthused. "I never go anywhere without one. When you get a load of this vibrating in my cunt while you're fucking my ass, you'll lose your rocks. Believe me."

I believed her. Already I could feel the quick vibrations as they set her bones and muscles humming.

"Okay. Let me get it in a ways before you go all the way up my ass." She parted her cuntlips, giving me a lovely view of my shaft up her ass, and then eclipsed that sight with a picture of the creamy white plastic jiggling its way into her cunt.

As soon as those vibrations started to come at me through the thin membrane that separated her channels my groin fell prey to a leaden feeling of tight, hot rapture. I grabbed her tits and yanked them up and pulled them around. They were so free and full and pliant!

"Mmmmmm. That's terrific. Ooooh! Yeah! Pinch the nipples really hard! I love it!" She plunged the vibrator in and out of her now, wrapping her fist around it and mashing her knuckles up against her clit with every probing, circling thrust. I clamped my fingers hard on them as I rolled them back and forth and pulled on them, stretching their aureoles out like short strands of molasses taffy. "Oh yeah, shove that cock up my ass! Do it to me! Do it hard!" The hand that held the vibrator jittered now, rapping like a jackhammer on her clit, and I plowed her ass-hole deep. Every muscle in my body strained rigidly toward that withering blast of satisfaction.

Beads of sweat collected on my brow and my face and chest flushed. It was hard work keeping my cock up her when she caught those constricting bursts, from her clit that tried to wrench her ass-hole closed, but the harder the work, the bigger the prize, and I'd never felt anything at once so demanding and so rejecting, altogether so exciting, as this tit-grabbing, ass-fucking, humping half-rape, with the electric cock-gone-wild pressing the front wall of Shirley's rectum to the top of my cock and saturating it with insane vibrations.

I was frying my cock in some fine oil, and it was just about done.

I managed a fierce grimace of pleasure to show her it was on the way. Her expression turned to a feminine mirror of mine. She gritted her teeth and the veins and tendons in her neck stood out in petrified relief.

I plunged and rotated my hips, locking into that oblivious terminal rhythm. Suddenly her mouth gaped wide and she raised her hips and then let them fall into the yielding medium of the water bed.

Then she raised them and punched the vibrator into her like she was stabbing something to death and wanted to make sure that it was good and dead. Her ass-hole clamped down on my cock with vise-like determination. "Come on! Give it to me!"

She threw her head back. The glistening waves of her short black hair danced and rippled across her forehead. She thrashed her head back and forth and let her ass-muscles go. With a sharp, battering lift of her hips she rammed me deep and clamped down again.

She got it right when she wanted it. My cock and the vibrator packed her crotch with pulsing, thrusting, reaching fullness. My come shot her ass-hole even fuller. I rammed my rod up as far as I could and pushed and pushed in the lost, ragged tempo of ejaculation.

Afterward we sat around and drank and smoked some more. We even watched the late news on television. While newsreels of riots in Portugal and plane crashes in France occupied the screen I found myself wishing I could stay in my job at Hardy's and move in with Shirley. But I had to laugh at those wishes. And I had to go my own way. The simple fact was that Shirley would never have me, and that I wasn't much worth having. Maybe she really wasn't worth having in the long run either. Although I'd often told myself that if I had a woman who could keep me satisfied, I wouldn't care who else she kept satisfied too.

After the news we fucked once more, this time with me on top, and although we were too spent to reach our earlier heights again, it was easy and comfortable and it took the last of my desires from me. We even fell asleep in each other's arms-something I had never dared hope for and in fact had resolved, for purposes of caution, never to let happen.

I awakened around four-thirty in the morning. I felt wonderful and terrible at the same time. I knew I had to leave but I didn't Want to, and anyhow, I was afraid to stay. I guess a thief always-likes to escape in the night. The daylight is just too much for his misdeed to withstand. I dressed quietly and rifled Shirley's purse for her front door key. I went to the cooky jar and found, as I had suspected, that her "friend" had "given" her more than "a little" hashish. There was a brick half the size of a baseball in there, and considering that a few small shavings had wiped both of us out for the night, I reckoned that was enough to last Superman for a century. So I picked out a few little bits and wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my pocket. Then I wrote Shirley a short note, which I printed with my. left hand. "Thanks for a good time. Great 'honor among thieves.' Being a fellow thief, I've ripped off a few bits of hash. You'll find your front door key under your door if it'll fit, otherwise in your mailbox. Thought I ought to leave you locked up safe and sound. See you again sometime. Love-" And I left it unsigned.

I laid the note across her clothes and stood silently watching her sleeping form for many minutes before I finally bent down and kissed her softly on the neck.

I think that was the most wonderful kiss of my life.

Then I left.