Chapter 6
I tossed the book on the floor, utterly disgusted with reading. I was tired of reading about other people's lives, I wanted to do something! I had spent the entire morning shopping for school clothes, and the whole afternoon reading this dumb book. The old me would have loved the book, taking in every detail and making it real in my mind, savoring each page and hating to finish it. But now, the new Camille couldn't stand it. I was bored, sick of just sitting around waiting while others did things. I had seen Cranston this' morning riding around in a convertible with, some girl. That hadn't helped my feelings at all. Not to mention Wendy and her ever-present boyfriend. Even Audrey had deserted me, but I wasn't too sure I wanted to see her again. Nothing could come from our relationship. It wasn't even a relationship, we were just two horny animals.
I heard Wendy coming up the stairs and I wanted to go talk to her, make her like me again, like she had at first. I needed a reason to go to her room. Maybe I could pretend I was going out and ask to borrow something to wear. She might buy that. I know! I'll ask her if she's gotten in touch with Clara. Clara had called her, so I didn't have to he.
I walked down the hall to her room and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked louder. I heard some movement inside and then footsteps. The door opened.
"Oh, hi, what do you want? I just got out of the shower?" Wendy asked, her hair wet and loosely held in a towel, her body also wrapped in a big towel and tiny drops of water falling from her.
"Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes? I know you're probably busy, but I wanted to talk and..
Wendy didn't answer me but opened the door, leaving it open and going back into her bathroom. I took a seat on the edge of her bed and waited for her to come out. Her clothes from the" day were strung about the room and I could smell the heavy scent of her bath powders and cologne. It was intoxicating to me, but I tried to concentrate on acting normal and becoming her friend. I asked her in a normal voice how things were with her boyfriend.
"Just fine, couldn't be better. Tonight we're going into Boston for a concert, that's why I'm hurrying."
"How nice." How really, super nice to have someone take you some place, and love you. Her happy voice made me desolate, determined to find some happiness for myself.
"Have you talked to Clara? She called and wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah, I saw her this afternoon. She told me some more bad news about you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
Wendy came out of the bathroom, wearing her red robe tightly around her. She looked at me and I felt sure there was pity in her eyes. I was outraged.
"Listen, Camille," she began, her voice all too sweet and talking down to me, like I was some child, "I'm not upset anymore about that business with daddy, I've known for years that he plays around on mama. I don't even blame him, she couldn't care less about him. So, I kind of understand how it must have been for you, though I hope that's all over now. But, then, today, Clara told me that you had been with that old art teacher. That is just too much!"
"Wendy! I told Clara on the phone there was nothing happening between us-we just had a drink! I met her at Greg's-your brother, you know!"
"I know, for Chrissake, but Greg has always and always will be weird! He has the creepiest friends I've ever seen, but that's not the point. The point is that I feel responsible for what you've been doing. Clara and I shouldn't have carried on in front of you and then filled your ears with our talk about sex. Sex is not the most important thing, and just because we talk about it, that doesn't mean we go out and do it all the damn time!"
I wanted to say that I had seen her and her boyfriend, but I couldn't. I was mad at her, but maybe she was right, maybe it wasn't the most : important thing. But I couldn't tell her she was right. That would be admitting that I had done something with Audrey. I didn't want Wendy to know I had fucked with Audrey. I had to protect myself.
"Wendy, I think you've got it all wrong. Nothing happened between me and Audrey! Why can't you believe me? I wouldn't lie to you!"
"I think maybe you would. I think all you care about is yourself. All you do is spend hours in that room of yours. Why don't you go out and meet some people? Get off your ass!"
"I don't know anyone! You haven't helped me to meet anyone!"
"I introduced you to Clara and she was willing to be friends with you, but she told me about that night when she found you on the street, drunk and reeking of sex. How do you explain that! Yeah, you're innocent, all right, I'm beginning to think that little act of yours was all rehearsed, even that stupid blush!"
"Wendy! You bitch, how can you say such lies?"
"Very easily, they're not lies, are they? Why don't you get out of my room so I can dress? I don't want your filthy eyes on me-I can't wait until school starts and you leave this house, you lousy little tramp!"
I reached out to slap her face, but she stepped back from me and practically threw me out of her room! I ran down the hall, the tears streaming down my face and my cries loud and urgent. Why had she lashed out at me like that? Shit, couldn't I do anything in this stinking town without everyone finding out about it? They all must have a conspiracy against me, and I thought maybe Wendy and Clara liked me, but they didn't. They thought I was a tramp. They didn't believe that I had been a virgin when I came here. Little did they know! One thing was right, and that was that it was their fault, they got me interested in sex. I should have asked Wendy about that night in my room. Yeah, she had touched me and I had touched her-that was all her doing, not mine!
The telephone rang and then I heard Wendy yelling that it was for me. God, I hoped it wasn't Audrey, how could I explain that! But what did it matter anyway, there wasn't any hope for .us, not anymore.
It was Greg, asking me to come over for a little visit. I told him I would, and went back to change. She even thought Greg was weird, that stupid cunt. She was the one that was weird, not me and not Greg. I put on my new skirt and a low cut blouse, I didn't know why. I certainly didn't expect to see Audrey there.
As soon as we had gotten in the car, Greg began to ask me questions about Audrey. It was too , much, it really was. I hushed him up on the subject and at last he let it drop. Why did everyone care so much about what I did? I had more freedom at boarding school.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, only the radio blasting. I looked at Greg. He looked different tonight. He had a little cap over his dark hair and his eyes were moody. He was very appealing to me, but I knew better than to even think about that! Greg had never tried to do anything with me sexually, there was no reason to think he would now.
His apartment was immaculate as we entered.
All the odd pieces of furniture had been moved to some place, and his easel and lights stood in one corner. There was a sofa, a new one, on one side of the room, and I went to sit on that.
"Camille, do you feel like modeling for me tonight? I confess that's why I asked you over. I thought if I brought you here, you'd be less likely to change your mind."
"Oh, silly ... I'd love to. You'll have to tell me what to do."
"Well... you don't have to take your clothes off if you don't want to, but that would be best. Or if you want, we can compromise and you can wear a drape. I have several."
"Let's try the drape first. Okay?" He nodded and went to a closet. I felt shy with him, I didn't know what would happen, but I was willing. Wendy had said he was weird, well, if he was I wanted to see just how "weird" he was.
This was the first time we had ever been this alone with each other, and I sensed he was as shy as I was. I also felt I could easily dominate him, if I wanted to. He had that part of Cranston in him. He came back with a piece of black velvet material, and handed it to me, along with several safety pins.
"You can pin it on, I don't care how-if it doesn't work, I'll rearrange it. You change in the bathroom while I set the room and lights up."
His eyes definitely were looking down at my breasts as I took it from him. I knew he wanted to see me naked. Maybe I would model nude for him, but not yet. I wanted his feelings, if they were there, to build up for me. I had to let him initiate any action. Once in the bathroom, I was immediately reminded of Audrey and our scene in here. It helped to push my desiring body further along as I took off my clothes. She was a good lover, no matter what Wendy thought or said. I hesitated about how to handle the drape, it was just a square piece of cloth. How could I make it fit my body-or maybe I wasn't even supposed to try. My recent plan to abstain from sex was fading in my memory as I stared down at my nipples, already erect and waiting, waiting to be touched.
I settled the drape problem by hooking it with a pin at one shoulder, leaving my other shoulder unclothed. Then I fastened the cloth at the side. My breasts were covered, but there was a wide expanse of my side exposed. The drape barely managed to cover my pussy and my ass. My legs were completely free of cloth. I took a deep breath, and holding my breasts out high in front of me, I went out.
The entire room was covered in newspapers! It was definitely weird! Greg had not left one single inch be bare on the floor. The newspapers were all over the place! Even the one sofa had been covered with newspaper!
"Oh, don't look so shocked. It's only the Wall Street Journals I've been collecting. I have a 'thing' for them. I think it'll add a nice touch to my painting and I wanted it to be real, you know."
"You're the artist. How do you like the way I did the drape?" I turned slowly around for him to examine me.
I could feel his eyes on my bare side and my legs.
"Very nice, but it's not as tight as I would like. I can't get the line of your body with it crumpled like that at the side."
"If you really want me to ... I'll take it off completely...."
"Would you? That'd be terrific, every artist would rather paint a nude woman than a clothed one."
Greg walked to his stool and waited while I took the pins out, still holding the drape up with my hands. I was timid now, I didn't think I was ready for his eyes on my body. Wendy's harsh words were still ringing in my ears. Maybe she had been right, as much as I hated to think that she was, I knew she was. I was becoming a tramp. And now, I was going to take everything off for Greg. She wouldn't approve of this, I was certain.
"Come on, Camille, I'm not going to bite you."
"Okay, Greg, it's just that I'm a little nervous. I've never done this before, you know."
"Lots of models have. It's easy, just pretend I'm not here."
"Do you have anything I could drink first?"
"Yeah," he grumbled, and went into the kitchen. He came out with a bottle of wine, and no glass. He pulled the cork out and handed me the bottle. I guess I was supposed to drink from the bottle-I took a big swallow of it to warm me up. It tasted good. I stood there drinking until Greg began to tap his foot on the floor, very impatiently. So, I let the drape drop to the floor. I just stood there, my legs held tightly together and my breasts cold. He openly stared at me, his eyes going all over me. I felt the same as if he were raping me, and maybe he was, with his eyes.
"Holy shit, you have a beautiful body-every man's dream ... and artist."
"Thank you." I murmured, keeping my eyes from meeting his and reaching for the bottle of wine. I was embarrassed but thrilled inwardly to hear his words. I loved praise. I always had, even when I was a little girl and used to sit on daddy's lap. He always thought I was the most perfect creature on earth, he told me so every day. My bare feet crumpled on the newspapers as I walked over to get a cigarette from Greg's pack. As I came closer to him, he sort of backed away, as if he were afraid to be too near me.
"Here, I'll light it for you," he said, taking the cigarette. His long, slender fingers were shaking as he held the lighter up to me. I could smell his after-shave lotion and it was terribly erotic. Just being in this empty room with all the newspapers gave it such an eerie cast, I loved the feeling ... I went back to the center of the room, knowing his eyes were on my ass. I even twitched it more than I normally do, just to tease him. What was wrong with me anyway? Here I was, to model, and acting like he was going to fuck me. Crazy, Camille, you're a crazy chick. He's not like that.
I turned and looked at him, for the first time my eyes looking straight into his. There was an electric current that passed between us, unspoken, but felt, I knew, by us both. I parted my lips casually as I smoked on the cigarette, inhaling deeply so that my breasts would fill up with the smoke and heave out for him to take in.
I was getting hornier every minute as I stood there. Wendy's tousled head was in my mind as I stood, somehow draining the desire to reach this peak. Why couldn't we get along? Why?
"Wendy told me you were weird, Greg." I blurted out, only to bring her name out, as if somehow that would bring me closer to her.
"Yeah, well, she's always been nutty that way. Anything that doesn't fit her rigid belief code is automatically 'weird' to her. You shouldn't pay her any attention."
"It's hard not to, living together in that awful house."
Greg laughed, "Yeah, I've always hated that house; bad vibes."
"You can say that again. I can't wait to move out."
"It won't be long. Classes start in two weeks." "I know."
"I was lucky to get out when I did, dad's so neurotic and always chasing tail. And mom, I never even know she's around. Do you know she only talks to me about twice a year?"
"I don't doubt it. I've only seen her once. What does she do all the time?"
"Who knows? I have an idea, but I'm not sure."
"What's that?"
"Well, don't mention to Wendy what I say, but I kind of think she's a lesbian. She is always with her women friends, and never men. Plus, I've never seen her and dad kiss, not even once. He's probably a cover for her-or something like that. I can't make her out."
"Would it be so terrible if she were a lesbian?" I asked softly, my eyes lowered.
"No, of course not, except it's kind of strange to think of your mother like that. That's weird! Take Audrey, for example, she's a lesbian, everyone knows it, and that doesn't bother me. But my own mother, that gives me a creepy feeling, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do." I didn't want to talk anymore about lesbians; I felt like I was turning red and he would guess about me. But I wasn't a lesbian! I wasn't! I liked having sex with Cranston, and I certainly wanted to fuck other men. In fact, I wanted to fuck Greg.
Just then someone began to pound on the door. It was very loud and disruptive to our quiet thoughts, both of us lost in our own problems, but all the same Greg went to see who it was. I should have covered my body, but I didn't. I wanted someone else to see me. I needed to be stared at and wanted it.
"Hi, George, I thought you'd gone to Boston."
"No, man, my plans changed. Thought I'd come over and we could get bombed. I've got some good dope, it'll wipe you away."
"Well, someone's here, and I'm painting."
"Don't let that keep me away, man, I won't get in the way." George bellowed and then I saw him coming in the room. He was obviously already high as a kite, his eyes red and bulging as he saw me standing there in the center of the room.
"Oh, man! Is this what you wanted to get rid of me for? Shit, it's Camille, what a dish!" George began to whistle and walk all around my nude body, examining it as fully as he could without touching me. I stood silent and tried to calm my pounding heart. I didn't want them to know how turned on I was by their stares. I wanted to remain aloof and out of reach to them. I looked at George's belly hanging over his belt; he was repulsive, all that fat. But he did have a cute face, lots of freckles and really red hair. Not at all like my own strawberry blonde.
"Baby, you are sexy as hell!" George drawled, the saliva almost dripping from his mouth. I knew he was really turned on by me. Greg was back on his stool, sitting quietly and staring at us. He looked as if he resented the interruption of George, but he didn't send him away. I think George made him relax around me, as if it might prevent him from wanting to fuck me.
"Take it easy, George, can't you see I'm trying to work here?"
"Oh, man, don't hand me that bullshit, how can you work with her in front of you? You've never had a model that looks this good. I think I could eat you," George said, turning to me, his big lips smacking in anticipation and full of hopes. I knew he wanted to reach out and touch my breasts, but he didn't. He sat down on the newspapers, almost under me, and began to roll little cigarettes from his bag of dope. I caught him looking up at me, trying to see between my legs, but I held them together.
"Can't you talk, Camille? You haven't even said hello to me."
"Hello, George." I prided myself on the calm in my cool voice. I didn't even bother to look down at him, but instead stared right at Greg, our eyes meeting and holding.
"Okay, people gather around. We're gonna do some dope smoking. Looks like you two could use a little winding down. I smell tension!"
George grabbed my hand and pulled me down beside him. I sat Indian-style, and smiled at him. He almost went wild, his eyes flew directly to the view of my spread legs and the dark pink of my cunt lips. Greg threw down his charcoal and came to join us. I could tell he was mad at something, but was making an effort to hold it in. He grabbed the lit joint from George's hand and took a long drag. As he handed it to me, I saw his eyes stare at my pussy. His eyes didn't bulge like George's and he was more intent with his gaze. I thought he looked particularly serious while he slowly released the smoke from his lungs and he caught my eyes. He broke the impasse by a wink. I winked back, and then turned to wink at George.
"This is more like it!" George howled, way ahead of us in his degree of highness. "I knew you'd like this, Camille." George put his hand on my knee as he said that, his fingers digging into my flesh. It sent tingles up my thigh directly to my pussy, which began to burn and ache. I had to be cool, I had to. But this dope, it was getting to me. I felt lighter, more' careless, as I let George's hand move a little up my thigh. He was eager to dig right into me, but my aloofness held him off. I didn't know how long I could remain aloof. Not when my pussy was telling my mind that it wanted to be sucked and fucked.
"If you guys don't take your clothes off, then I'll put mine back on." I said, without thinking about the consequences. I wanted to play now, and I wanted to be manhandled. I could have been taken then by George, if only he knew that I was willing, that my pussy was getting all moist and yielding. His fat belly was becoming pretty to me as I leaned back on my elbows to watch the two of them undress. George stood up first and almost ripped his pants off, then his baggy underwear. His belly was just as I thought it would look, and his little penis was still in its dormant state, waiting. He had fuzzy red hair all around his balls and I wanted to pull them, but I knew that I must remain passive. This way I wouldn't be the tramp, the blame wouldn't be on me if anything happened. His shirt came off last and his chest was also covered with red fuzz, and two brown little nipples, flat and far apart. He plumped himself down on the floor and smiled at me, a big toothy grin.
"How do you like it, baby?" he asked, doing an imitation of some comedian I didn't recognize, but not in his normal tone. I think he was nervous, I could see tiny beads of perspiration on his upper lip, and his leg was sticking to the newspapers that were under us all.
Greg stood up slowly and turned around. George booed him and kidded him for turning around, but he still did not turn around. I noticed first his smooth, tan back, free of all hairs. As he lowered his pants, I saw a very tiny ass and his long, slender legs, not terribly unlike my own. The sparse hairs on his ass were endearing to me, and I wanted to kiss them, now, but I sat still.
Then he turned around. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen! It wasn't hard yet, but I could tell it would be huge.
Without even thinking, but acutely aware of the animal inside my body, I put my index finger into my mouth and began to suck on it gently-my eyes meeting first Greg's, and then George's. George reached over and began to walk with two of his fingers up my legs. I shivered from his touch and I met Greg with my eyes-pleading silently for him to join us. Instead, Greg got up and went out of the room. George took the initiative and lowered my body back on the .floor. I spread my legs wide to give him what he wanted to see-my pulsating pussy, all juicy and pink. I wanted George to desire me so badly that he would ache and cry out. I wanted to forget Wendy's words. George kneeled across my body, running his fingers across my nipples. They responded immediately to his rampant fingers-blooming into tiny buds that were as hard as a rock. With stabbing motions of his tongue, he began to nip my flesh. I twisted my body, unable to remain still any longer, and wanting his hot mouth all over me.
"More wine, kiddies," Greg said from over my head. His eyes met mine and he lowered down to give me a drink. George didn't look up, the intensity of his mouth on my nipples was building rapidly as I drank from the bottle of wine. As Greg squatted beside my head, I saw his pale pink cock beginning to grow as he watched George. I reached out to stroke it lightly with my fingers. It was warm and hard, magnetic to my touch. Greg bent down to kiss me, his lips full on mine, his tongue thrusting its way into my cavern of a mouth. I lifted up to reach him, I wanted my mouth deeper and deeper into his, the taste of the wine still strong on our breaths. George just then sat up and stared at the two of us, my eyes watching as he drank from the wine and licked his lips loudly, He reminded me of an animal, he had so much curly hair all over his stout body.
"Let's play horsy." George stated, his eyes beaming and his hands still on my body, cupping my breasts with his hands, squeezing them like oranges.
"What's that?" I asked, once Greg had left my mouth.
"Get on my back," George said and promptly arranged his body like he was a horse. It reminded me of my daddy, when I was a little girl we had played horsy, but never like this, never naked. I smiled at him happily and with Greg's gentle prodding, I sat myself on George's back. I could feel his hot, sweating skin under my legs and I pushed down onto his back with my thighs, letting my pussy spread open on him. He started to move around the room, making little sounds like a horse might make. I could tell that the juices of my pussy were growing even heavier and that George was relishing the feel of it on his skin. He was gyrating his hips as he moved, rocking me so that I was forced to hold on hard to his neck. My pussy was feeling wonderfully stimulated as we galloped around the room, the newspapers crackling under the weight of our bodies. Greg was sitting in the center of the room, drinking the wine and smiling a very silly smile as he watched us, occasionally urging us on with mumbled words. He was getting drunker and drunker, I could tell, and I wondered if this would affect his sexual performance, I wanted Greg, mostly Greg.
"Whoa! Whoa!" George bellowed, and slid me off his wet and slippery back onto the floor, practically on top of Greg. I laughed wildly, letting these two crazy guys grab at my body with lustful hands, and searching eyes. I wanted only to please them, to let them take me apart with their hard cocks which were gorged with blood. I reached carefully for Greg's balls and held them in the cup of my hands; all the while George was pawing at my legs, trying to get my long legs where he wanted them. Finally, I lay back and let George embrace my hips with arms underneath and lift my legs and thighs over his shoulders. His tongue was running around on my inside thighs, taking the soft flesh between his lips and pulling it gently. I reached down with my hands and pulled my cunt lips apart, begging George to explore my pussy with his mouth.
"Ohhhh, George, eat me, now, please eat me ..." I called to him, my voice husky from the welling desire that was building inside of me. I felt his lips take in my clit and suck on it, pulling the blood to his tongue, making my clit practically explode! I twisted and turned, pushing his mouth further into my pussy, still holding my cunt lips wide apart so that he could eat everything. His tongue began to erupt into my vag, beating back and forth with wild movements, forcing me to lift up high to let him suck harder. Fervently, I began to pull my own cunt lips, titillating him, urging him on to do more, more, anything but cease his rapid tongue movements. All the while, Greg was sitting behind my head, stroking my hair back from my wet face, his hands exploring my breasts, pulling the nipples any way he could. I leaned my head back and he took the cue, his mouth crushing down on my open lips. Our kiss became more and more intense as George concentrated only on my swollen clit. The rushes were excruciating as he bore into me, pulling out every drop of juice from my overflowing cunt.
"Ohhhh, George, baby more, more, deeper...
Greg had moved down to my thirsty nipples and was pulling them into his mouth, the saliva dropping all over my skin, so that his mouth slid easily from one nipple to the other. And George, dear, darling George had sat up, my hips spread across his arms, his mouth wet and shiny as he smiled at me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around its lips, leading him to enter me, to satisfy my burning desire. He let go of my thighs and came to sit beside me, letting me stroke his cock with my tongue. I ran it all along its length, turning my tongue in many directions, and bringing his balls into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I sucked on them, pulling the little curly hairs into my mouth, tugging and panting. George was playing with my ears, the shivers running all over my body as I lay there, happy and wild with a raging passion for the both of them. Then George left my side, holding his large cock in his hands and began to kneel between my legs. Greg moved back as George slid his head into my vag, moving it around slowly with his hand, letting my desire build up as he toyed with my pussy. I was aching for him to enter me, to satisfy my cunt.
"George, all the way, push it in, now, now," I said, my hand reaching for Greg, and Greg giving me his mouth as George shoved his cock into my cunt!
"Ohh, oh, more, more," I cried, my mouth full of Greg, but not caring, not caring for anything just now but that George fuck me, fuck me long and hard. He thrust his cock into my cunt, deeper and deeper, his moans coming louder now, so loud that Greg moved away from me and let George fall onto my breasts, clawing them wildly with his hands. I reached behind his back to-grasp him harder, so that I could push him in more, control his wild body.
"Baby, baby, you're terrific, terrific," George moaned into my ear, his mouth wet on my neck, giving me little bites as he jabbed into me, ramming my body against the hard floor. I lifted my hips as best I could, squeezing my thighs against his sides and holding my ankles with my hands so that I was lying way back and giving him the deepest possible penetration.
"Oh, god! I'm coming, let me come!" I screamed out into the room, my body wildly moving against his cock. The ecstatic feelings were rushing in my body as I rocked under him, letting all the energy of my hips explode against his body! His cock was pushing deeper into my cunt, filling everything and still moving faster and faster as he plunged inward. His face was white and red, all at the same time, and his pants were loud in my ear as I felt his hot liquid pour out into my cunt. I tensed my body, holding my orgasm into a few seconds more, savoring the fullness, the tightness of our two bodies.
"Oh, holy shit, I can't stand it, I can't!" George cried in my ear, his heavy body collapsing on me. I put my arms around his wide shoulders and held his head to my breast, while feeling the sperm run down my legs. It was warm and sensual. I loved it! Then Greg reached over to us, and held my face with his hands, his cock above me and waiting, full of desire. I pushed George gently down my body, to make room for Greg. George began to lick my swollen and burning pussy, pulling every drop of his come away from me, licking me clean, and ready for more. I opened my legs and held myself up to his mouth, and then I turned my mouth on Greg. I ran my tongue across his tight little nipples and pulled him down closer to me.
He lay on his side and slowly moved upward, as I ran my tongue down his stomach, sinking it into his navel and then burying it in his crotch. I went all around his balls, letting my saliva flow onto his skin, wetting it completely. I pulled at the skin, watching them tighten under my mouth, and draw up closer -to his cock. I stuck out my tongue further and pointed it on his reddened shaft, then very slowly and with an animal ease, I began to let it follow the large center vein, all the way up to the top. His head was filled with his desire and bursting in my mouth. I let my lips circle the head and then drew them off, moving up and down so that he moved with me. Our bodies were joining in a rhythm that had all the tones of a ritualistic dance. I let my saliva run from my mouth to cover his cock entirely, so that it was all wet and shining, waiting for my tongue. I watched it bob and then caught it in my tight mouth, sucking on it like a baby sucks from his mother.
And George, George was still at my pussy, sweetening it with his tongue, and sucking on my budding, expanded clit until I knew that I would come again, very soon now. I pursed my lips and ran them along Greg's cock, holding his balls loosely in my hand. Greg shivered and moaned for me to eat him, suck him. I wanted nothing more than to lie beside his turned body and suck on his thrusting cock. I took it into my mouth, pushing it in until I could feel the firm head brushing against my throat. I made little gurgling sounds as I went down on him, down as far as I could go. I ran my free hand between his legs, lifting the leg on top so that I could bury my head between his legs. I ran my tongue down his balls, behind them to the sweet part of him that was hairless, where I ran my tongue around in circles, pushing into his flesh. He moaned louder and I shoved my head back to his lovely ass. I spread the cheeks with my hands, licking the tiny little hairs that surrounded the opening. He was moving faster now, and I took away one hand to grasp his cock and move my hand along it, stroking it faster and faster. I eased my pinky finger into his anus, wetting it first with my saliva so that it slid in easily. I kept my finger inside of him, moving it around and around with my mouth. I sucked on his fleshy cheeks, drawing into my mouth as much of him as
I could. Then, I took out my finger and put in my index finger, sending it straight into him and delighting him as he called out my name and moved his hips to my moving fingers.
I left my finger in Greg's tight little anus and with my long tongue I wound around him to his balls again. They were still nice and wet and I rubbed them against my face, burying my nose in them. I took my mouth and pulled his balls into my waiting receptacle.
"Ummmm, Greg, you're delicious, just delicious. . .
He touched my head with his hand and directed me to his cock. His cock was harder than before and I could feel the large vein in the center growing and pulsating as my tongue flickered on his shaft. I suddenly couldn't stand the slow pace any longer! My own orgasm was building up inside of my body and I knew that the explosion would come any minute as I jerked my nips in rhythm with my mouth. George was plunging into my vagina with his tongue and I dove down on Greg's wet, salty cock. Then, with an almost reckless abandon, I began to move faster and faster with my mouth bearing down on his cock until I could feel his balls pushed next to my chin. I sucked harder and harder until I felt the beginning of his ejaculation! The vein was getting bigger and I knew that in a second the hot liquid would be exploding in my mouth! I closed my mouth tight around his bobbing cock and drew with my mouth ... waiting and moving my body faster and faster, my clit rubbed raw from George's frantic mouth upon me.
"Ohhh, Camille, baby, suck me, suck me ... Greg cried out, and I did just that. I pulled every drop of his wonderful juice into my mouth, holding it and rolling it all around on my tongue before letting it drip down my throat. My own orgasm had taken me just as he exploded into my mouth, and I let my entire body go limp against George's body. George lay still, his head resting on my thigh and his breathing loud in the quiet room. Greg and I were as before, his cock was still in my mouth, growing softer and sweeter to me. I didn't want to let go, didn't want to take my mouth away from his warm cock. It was my security, the only thing I cared about as I put my arms under Greg's hips and held him tightly to me, smashing my breasts into his thighs. My nipples were still rock hard and I brushed them across the soft hair on his thighs, letting them feel his maleness, the firmness of his slender legs.
Finally George sat up and I felt the cool air in the room rush in to my pussy. I closed my legs in an attempt to hold in the warmth and watched George stagger to the kitchen. His fat ass was quivering, but I didn't even really care; George was wonderful. I was so completely satisfied that anything more would have been anticlimactic. Greg, too, noticed George's departure and he sat up, releasing my clenching mouth from his placid cock. He looked down at my body and very tenderly, he bent over and kissed each nipple. Then he ran his tongue around in large winding circles on my breasts.
"I love it when you do that. It feels so good...
"Yeah, how much do you like it?"
"Lots and lots, so much that I never want to leave, I want to stay with you and George all night long."
Greg laughed and fell across my body, embracing me with his long arms, and kissing my neck. I held his head with my hands and played with his hair, craving this moment.
"Anyone want some more wine?" George asked, his arms loaded with wine and a box of crackers. His face was wearing a contented grin, and an appetite for food. We both slowly sat up, not really wanting to break apart, but afraid to cling any longer. Greg bent over and licked my face, not unlike a little puppy dog. I smiled and bit him playfully on the chin. I was so happy!
"I'm very thirsty," I said and took the wine from George. It was cool and very pleasant as I let it run down my throat.
"Boy, you're really something. I mean that, you are." George said, his mouth full of crackers. "Thank you, I guess. You guys just brought it out of me."
"Bull shit! You've always had it, I've seen the way you look at Audrey," Greg said as he took the wine from me.
"I don't know what you mean," I said, my eyes lowered. I knew that Greg knew about Audrey and me, she had probably told him, but I didn't want to talk about her. It would ruin this moment for me. She only caused me pain and a little embarrassment.
'Well, it doesn't matter. I probably shouldn't have brought it up. I'd just hate to see you waste it on her."
"Thanks, Greg." I said, with just a little of sarcasm. Why did everyone have to mention her? It was disgusting.
"I don't care what Camille does with anyone else," George said, more to Greg than to me, "just as long as she doesn't forget us!"
"How could I?" I said to George, and giving him a big, sloppy lass on the mouth.
"I hate to break up the party," Greg said, "but I have an early lesson tomorrow. George, will you drop Camille off on your way home?"
"Be delighted." We both stood up and put our clothes on, staring at the wet, crumpled newspapers that had been under our bodies. "Next time well have to use whip cream, that's the best."
"Yeah, you bring it," Greg said, somewhat irritably, and got up for his clothes. "Maybe next week you can model for me, really model, and we won't let this goof in the door."
"Sure, Greg, thanks ..." I stood on tip toe to kiss him good-bye. He met me with his lips and gave me a really succulent lass. It was so sensual that I didn't want to leave, but I could see no other alternative. We parted and I left with George. As I went out the door, I turned around and gave Greg a sweet little smile. A smile to let him know that there would be a next time, a time when he and I would explore each other more, without George. As if George had somehow heard my words, I turned and took his hand as we walked to his car. George was sweet, he really was, but I felt sorry for him, sorry that I didn't want him again as much as I wanted Greg.