Chapter 10
Mavis and Tom were both sound, knocked-out asleep when Niles and Jackie padded into the living room on bare feet. Neither of them had a thread of clothing on. Mavis, with her head propped in a halo of tumbled red hair against an arm of the sofa, was sleeping on her back, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Her legs were akimbo, and the silky red hair of her bush was moist and matted; a single, soft, moist pink fold peeped forth from the slit of her cunt. Even in sleep, her long, slender white body looked supple and pliant.
Tom was asleep in a semi-sitting position at Mavis' feet. His own feet had simply slid forward on the carpet until his head was resting on the back of the couch, and there he'd stopped. The hook in his cocktoward the left-was more pronounced when it hung limp, Jackie noticed. Tom's mouth was open and he was snoring, too-a coarser snore than Mavis', more like a trombone obliggato to the thin fragile melodic line she was carrying.
"A Stinger?" Jackie said, quietly.
"Why not?" Niles said.
Jackie poured the liquor, Niles dropped in the ice and did the shaking. His cock described a fascinating up-and-down arc, Jackie noticed. When Niles stopped shaking, it stood a little above half-mast. It seemed to be coming up a notch at a time, then dropping back a half-notch. She could soon fix that, she thought contentedly.
They took one sip from their drinks in the kitchen, then carried them into the living room with them. The tableau had not changed, although the tempo of the background music seemed to have slowed somewhat.
"I can think of a good way to wake Mavis," Niles said. His log of a prick stood out straight in front of him now, parallel to the floor. Jackie considered putting her drink down on the broad flat top surface of it, then reconsidered. The bottom of her glass was too cold.
"Go ahead," Jackie said. "I'll think of some pleasant way to wake Tom."
'Tm sure you will," Niles said. He put his Stinger down on the coffee table and walked to the end of the couch where Mavis lay with her head back, her lips parted.
Bending slightly, Niles touched the soft folds of skin just under the head of his cock to the tip of Mavis' nose.
Mavis opened her eyes, slowly. It must be like waking up on the deck of a sailboat, Jackie thought, watching the boom swing over you.
Mavis did not look anywhere else in the room. Her head moved from side to side, slightly, like a cobra's, but her eyes were fixed on the massive flute above her. She reached one hand and held it at the base. Her tongue reached up, pink and pointed, and touched the soft shawl of skin that was the part of Niles' wand he'd used to awaken her. With the tip of her tongue, Mavis tickled the underside of Niles' cock down to the base, then began to lick it, with long slow strokes of her full tongue, from the base to the head and back down again.
If she tries to take that monster into her mouth, Jackie thought, she'll have to unhinge her jaws, like a snake. Niles looked over at her then, and winked. She turned her attention to Tom. He was still asleep, snoring gently. For a long moment, she studied his long, limp, hanging tool: she was intrigued by the small hook to the left. She inched closer to him, on her knees between his legs, cupped her breasts in her hands, and brought them up under Tom's dangling prick, cradling it in the soft crevice of her held-together breasts. She jogged her breasts up and down, tossing the length of inert man-flesh an inch or two into the air, letting it fall back into its soft hammock with a tiny slapping sound.
The fourth or fifth time she flipped the cock up it did not fall back, but held itself out with a will of its own, swelling and growing, deepening in color.
She looked up into Tom's eyes. He was smiling. She wondered how long he'd been awake.
"What a great way to wake up," he said. "Beats those radio-clocks and snooze-alarms all to hell."
"Niles and I decided it was time for fun and games," Jackie said. "You've had enough sleep."
"You and Niles are absolutely right," Tom said. He looked over to where Mavis was holding Niles' giant cock with her two hands, licking and nibbling up and down the underlength of it like an ear of corn. She was unconscious of her widespread legs, the long red slit of her cunt, framed by the halo of coppery hair, the tiny fold of pink protruding at the center, like the tip of a tongue. Tom leaned over sideways and began to gulp at her twat. She spread her legs wider, groaned happily, and kept on licking and sucking at Niles' rigid pole.
Jackie leaned forward and lifted the limp sack of Tom's balls into her mouth, sucking them, rolling them on her tongue. His red swollen cock stood straight up now, touching the tip of her nose. She dropped his balls out of her mouth and began licking the stiff shaft, with full wet strokes of her tongue, from the base up to the head.
When she got to the head, Jackie leaned forward, raising her whole body and dropping her hands to the carpet. She took Tom's cock into her mouth, as much as she could, until the head was touching the back of her palate. She began to lick and suck alternately. She could hear Tom's pleased groans, muffled by the embrace of Mavis' slim white thighs around his ears.
Jackie loved the feel of the hard prick to her mouth, loved the sensation it gave her to have her lips around it, sucking it, licking it, gobbling it. But she felt incomplete, down at the confluence of her thighs, at the inflamed center of all her desires.
Niles, right then, must have been reading her mind, if you could call it that. Reading her lust, was more like it. He couldn't have been reading her pussy, from where he stood.
"Let's all four of us get down on the rug," he said, "right now. We can come full circle, as the expression goes."
Jackie watched him as he turned away from Mavis, the boom swinging away from her mouth, her tongue lapping empty air. Jackie gave Tom's cock one long deep suck, and raised her head to watch Niles.
He walked across the room and lay down on his side at the edge of the deep-pile white angora rug. Jackie understood immediately. Holding the base of
Tom's cock in one hand, she got to her feet and took a step backwards to where Niles was lying. Reluctantly, Tom took his mouth from its sustenance between Mavis' thighs, and followed Jackie.
Mavis sat up, looked around as if confused, then got to her feet and walked over and lay down on her side and continued her tongue-torment of Niles' wet weapon.
Jackie lay down on her side and raised one leg; Niles' mouth went immediately to her cunt, his head pillowed comfortably on her soft inner thigh. Jackie resumed her sucking of Tom's cock, inspired now. Tom's tongue was back at Mavis' pink open slit.
They lay that way for a long time, squirming only slightly, each mouth busy with its own busy pleasurable project, each organ of pleasure receiving the maximum of joyous stimulation from another mouth, another tongue.
Jackie heard Mavis coming, then, in a series of short gasping groans that seemed to catch in her throat, and at the same time she felt Tom's body stiffen and arch toward her mouth, as his throbbing prick slid deep and exploded into her throat. She reached up with one hand, grasped the shaft firmly, and milked it into her mouth, until Tom was sucked dry.
The expert touch of Niles' tongue in her twat had Jackie at a plateau of sexual gratification, a sort of euphoria of the crotch. She was nowhere near orgasm. Neither was Niles, she saw, looking sideways. Mavis had somehow contrived to get the entire head of his cock into her mouth, but she lay still, her jaws open wide, with her mouth gripping the neck of Niles' cock without any sign of movement. The great shaft stood out with the hardness and permanence of a redwood limb.
She rolled away from Niles' mouth, and smiled at him.
"Would anyone like a drink?" she asked.
"I'd like a beer," Niles said. Mavis retrieved her mouth, wiggled her lower jaw back and forth, and sat up.
"Me too," she said.
"And me," Tom said, and stood up. 'I'll get them."
When Tom came back with the opened cans of beer on a tray, they were all off the floor, Mavis back at her corner of the couch, Jackie and Niles in easy chairs opposite each other. Niles' enormous hard-on pointed straight at the ceiling. We ought to throw a tablecloth over it, Jackie thought. Make a circus tent.
Mavis took a deep swig of her beer. She seemed to have gotten over, completely, the effect of the earlier Martinis and Stingers, and was smiling a smile of unaffected contentment.
"Jackie, is it all right if I play some of your records?" Mavis asked. T haven't heard them in a long time."
"That's a fine idea," Jackie said. "Niles has never heard any of my old-fashioned jazz."
"Not on your records," Niles said. "But I've spent the large part of a lifetime listening to it."
"Well, there's a bonus for you," Tim said. "Or for me, rather. I've been a jazz buff since McKinney's Cotton Pickers."
Mavis walked over to the record player, tall and slender and somehow awkwardly graceful in her white nakedness.
"Where are they?" she asked.
"There's a bunch of LP albums that are reissues of my old records, on the bottom bookshelf over the set."
Mavis took down two at random, took them out of their jackets, set them in the record player, and turned it on.
"A lot of the old 78's are in the cabinet underneath," Jackie said. Mavis bent down to look.
Her white, exquisitely shaped little ass, higher than the rest of her, was faced directly toward Niles, up close, and Jackie, further away. Mavis' feet were apart, for balance, her legs spread, and her cunt was completely exposed to view. It was almost as though she were putting it on exhibition, Jackie thought, and maybe she is. Niles was in the front row seat
Never, Jackie thought, had she seen a cunt look more vulnerable than Mavis' was in that position. The thin lips of her wet shining pink slit seemed to gape open, the little hills and valleys of her clitoris and inner lips soft, bright pink, wet and welcoming. It was an open invitation, Jackie thought, if she'd ever seen one.
Niles turned to look at her, a question in his eyes. His giant cock was throbbing noticeably.
"Go ahead," Jackie said. "It's her party, too."
The record player came to life with "You Took Advantage of Me," with Bud Freeman on tenor, Wettling on drums, Jess Stacy on piano, as Niles stood up. Without any hesitation, he took one swift step and lodged the huge head of his pulsing stiff rod between the soft open lips of Mavis' ravishing cunt.
"Oooh," she said. But she did not straighten up or turn around.
Then, to Jackie's amusement, Niles sank the entire length of his incredible, wrist-thick whang into the slender, fragile-looking redhead in one long, sure, plunging stroke, the lower part of his abdomen making a slapping sound against the little round white mounds of Mavis' buttocks.
She uttered one small scream, but it was a scream of sheer joy. She raised her hands and placed them on the edge of the record-player cabinet for support, to brace herself for whatever was to come: Niles grabbed and held her hipbones firmly, moving her around slightly to give Jackie and Tom a better view.
He began to fuck her, then, with long, steady, machine-like strokes, sliding his rigid rod out almost to the head, then slamming it back into her, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs. Mavis grunted and groaned with every in-plunging stroke, wiggling her ass with every withdrawal as if to arrange a better fit. Niles never slackened his swift tempo, withdrawing his wet glistening shaft and pounding it home again with a rapid, sure, steady rhythm.
Jackie, watching them, began to cross and uncross her legs, squeezing her thighs together. Her pussy was on fire, and she felt her juices gushing without putting out any of the flame.
Tom must have noticed her predicament, because he got up and crossed the room and got to his knees in front of her. She spread her knees wide, and without a word Tom leaned forward and began to gobble her cunt, licking, sucking, swallowing her juices.
Jackie reached out with both hands and caressed the back of his neck.
"Thank you, Tom," she said. "You're an angel."
Tom raised his face to her, smiling wetly.
"Don't mention it," he said, and went back to his eating.
She encouraged his efforts with her heels behind his back, all the while watching Niles pounding away at Mavis, who was now shuddering uncontrollably.
Suddenly Mavis gave out a series of gasping moans and sank to the floor. Niles' huge cock stood out, lonely now, stiff, glistening wetly, looking to Jackie as if it were a being all by itself, red now with anger. "Ballin' the Jack" rocked out from the record player. Mavis lay on the floor at Niles' feet, flat on her stomach, her legs twitching.
Niles, smiling now, looked over at Jackie.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
Jackie didn't know quite what he meant, but whatever it was, it had to be good. Tom's eager tongue had her on the verge of screaming, herself.
"Certainly," she said. Tom stood up, licking his wet lips, and Niles came over and stood in front of her.
Niles leaned over her and bent his knees, then guided the wet shiny head of his prick to the pulsing v entrance to her twat. She reached up with her legs and wrapped them around him, hooking her feet together behind his hips. He drove the great spear down into her, in one long effortless plunge, and put his arms around under her hips and clasped his hands together, ramming the outer lips of her cunt tight against his pelvic bone.
She put her arms around his neck and he lifted her easily from the chair and began to dance around the room, in perfect time to the music. His cock drove in and out, and she helped his fucking motion with the pressure of her heels behind him.
Tom was laughing and applauding, and Mavis sat up, looked, and applauded too, smiling broadly. "Ballin the Jack" ended, and they stood still in the center of the room, Niles holding her easily, fully imbedded, making almost imperceptible little thrusts into her while they waited for the next record to drop.
When the sounds of "Back Home Again in Indiana" surged into the room, Niles resumed his dancing, and Jackie went back to sliding back and forth on his shaft in time to the music.
Jackie finally came, screaming and laughing, during the fast furious rhythm of "That's aplenty," and Niles came with her, at last, squirting inside her, holding her tight, and she felt his knees begin to sag.
"Don't drop me," she said, still gasping and laughing.
"Never," he said, and fell into the big easy chair with her on top of him, still joined.
But loosely. Limply. Wetly. They were both sopping.
"I never was much of a dancer," Niles said, when he'd gotten his breath.
"Maybe not," Jackie said. "But tonight I think you've started a trend."
"And to think," Tom said, from the couch, "that when I was a kid I absolutely refused to go to dancing school."