Chapter 9
Tom arrived, carrying a quart bottle of gin, while they were still on the first Martini.
"A gift that gurgles," he said, handing her the brown-paper package.
"You didn't have to do that," she said. "But thank you."
"I have a morbid fear of running out of gin. I always carry a jug with me, wherever I go." Jackie led him into the living room. "You've met Mavis."
"I sure have," Tom said, and smiled at her. Jackie noticed that he couldn't help glancing at Mavis' crossed legs. Her mini-skirt stopped about a foot above her knee.
"This is Niles Wallach, Tom Rafferty."
Niles stood up and they shook hands.
"You have big friends," Tom said to Jackie. "I hope they're really friendly."
"I'm like an overgrown puppy," Niles said.
Jackie went to the kitchen, brought back another chilled glass, and poured it full from the remains in the pitcher.
"It's practically nothing but ice water," Jackie said. I'll stir up a fresh batch in a minute."
"How are you at broiling steaks?" Jackie asked him.
"I can do them myself but for some reason men don't like to see women cooking over charcoal. It robs them of their masculinity, or something."
"I feel the other way around," Niles said. 'Td be afraid of standing too close."
"You wouldn't have to stand very close," Mavis said.
Niles looked at her. So did Jackie. She was suddenly furious. Mavis never had been able to handle much liquor, she remembered, but now she'd had only half a Martini.
Tom got them off the hook.
"I don't seem to react that way when I'm cooking steak," Tom said. "And I don't like to brag, but I'm very good at it. People come from miles around."
"You're elected," Jackie said.
"I'm glad that's settled," Niles said, getting up. "Let me make this Martini."
Mavis became more animated on her second drink, and started telling stories about her days as a model. Jackie was glad she didn't start some dreary domestic ritual about her Husband and Children; it would have spoiled the mood. Jackie had forgotten how funny Mavis could be when she wanted to, and pretty soon she discovered she wasn't mad at the girl any more. So Mavis and Niles had done a little friendly fucking, years ago. So what? It would be her turn. Soon.
Mavis' long, slim white legs seemed to be flashing all the time as she crossed and re-crossed them, but every time Jackie was near Niles his hand stroked the roundness of globes under the thin tight slacks. Once, when no one was looking, his hand slid up between her legs and pushed briefly against her pussy. She pinched his ear, but didn't move away.
On the third Martini, they went outside and Tom started the kindling to get the charcoal going. Jackie would have been happy to put off eating indefinitely, but she was afraid Mavis would be out like a burned-out bulb for the rest of the evening.
They had one more Martini while Tom was broiling the steak, and then they ate, helping everything along with burgundy.
When they'd finished eating, they lay back in the darkness, content.
I'll make some coffee," Jackie said, getting up.
"Not for me," Niles said. T don't want anything to spoil the way I feel right now."
Jackie had a thought. A brilliant thought. The Martinis were still singing in her blood.
"How about a Stinger?" she said.
"Oh, wonderful," Mavis said, out of the darkness.
"Jesus," Niles said.
"I'm for it." That was Tom. Tom was for anything.
Niles went inside with her. She had an unopened bottle of Martell's she'd been saving, and she dug out a half full bottle of white crŠme de menthe from the back of a lower shelf.
"Mavis will wind up on her ass," Niles said.
"I don't know. She used to have great recuperative powers."
"We should worry. Tom looks as if he can take care of her."
"I'm sure he can," Jackie said, measuring the cognac into a shaker. Niles was standing behind her. He put his arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. She felt her nipples rising, and leaned back against him. She became acutely conscious of a great hardness growing against the soft swell of her ass. The back door opened.
"Mavis decided," Tom said, from the doorway, "that Stingers are an indoor drink."
"Mavis is right," Jackie said, and led the way into the living room, carrying the shaker. She turned toward them and started to shake the drinks. Tom and Niles stood still, smiling, watching her breasts bobbing up and down under her thin blouse.
Mavis sat down at one end of the couch, letting her legs spread. Her skirt was up around her hips. At her crotch, curling out from under the black strip of her panties, was a wisp of silken hair, bright coppery red against the whiteness of her inner thighs. Tom had seen it, too, Jackie was sure. He sat on the floor by the couch and put a hand on Mavis' slender ankle. Mavis looked down at him and smiled.
Niles got glasses from the kitchen and they finished their first Stingers quickly. Too quickly. Nobody was saying much and there was a distinct tension in the air. When Jackie came back with the second batch of drinks, Tom's hands were on Mavis' calves, and he was kissing the inside of one knee.
Jackie could stand it no longer.
"Since Stingers are an indoor drink," she said, "I'm going to get into some indoor clothes."
She ran up the stairs and got out of her slacks, blouse, and bra. She was wearing no pants. She got a summer mini-dress out of the closet and slipped it over her head, with nothing underneath it. She stepped into high-heeled red pumps and walked slowly downstairs.
When she came into the living room, Tom and Niles stared at her, hard. Her skirt came halfway to her knee but they both knew, from the look in their eyes, that there was nothing underneath it. My incandescent cunt, she thought. It gets them every time.
Niles had never even seen it, she thought. She went over to the couch and sat down beside Mavis, her skirt high on her thighs but her knees primly together.
Niles was sitting on a hassock, directly in front of her. Leaning forward to pick up her drink, she let her knees come apart. When she leaned back, she put one foot up on the coffee table, her knee high, giving Niles an unobstructed view of the pink, opening lips of her cunt. He licked his lips, staring. She moved her knee back and forth slowly, closing and opening her cunt for Niles to see.
"See anything you like, Niles?" she asked.
'Let's go upstairs," he said thickly.
"What's wrong with right here?"
He dropped to his knees in front of her, reached under her, lifting her buttocks with both hands, and pulled her cunt to his mouth. In one long, licking suck,-he gathered the whole soft wet delicious mass of her cunt-lips into his hungry mouth. But, suddenly, swiftly, as his tongue dug deeply into her, Jackie twisted away from him and got to her feet. She was abruptly frantic to have him inside her. After all this time of waiting and teasing, she wanted him immediately, this second, right now.
Niles was looking at her in astonishment.
"Upstairs, Niles, where we can do this right. I want you inside me, God how I want you inside me. Come on, Niles. Quickly. Please."
She was tugging at his hand as she led him toward the stairs. She was dimly aware of the spread of Mavis' long white legs and the back of Tom's brown head bobbing between them, but she couldn't have cared less about what else was going on. Her entire will and emotion and sensation were centered in the wet slit between her legs, and on Niles, and her total concentration made them one and the same thing.
They stumbled together up the stairs, and got to her bedroom somehow. Jackie turned on the lamp by the bed, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her dress off over her head. She dropped it where she stood, jumped into the middle of the big bed, and lay impatiently with her head on the pillow, watching Niles get out of his clothes.
He was undressing as fast as it's possible for a man to undress; it took him only a few seconds, but it was an eternity to Jackie. Still wearing shorts, with the left leg bulging grotesquely, he rolled onto the bed beside her.
When he leaned over her and kissed her, she opened her mouth hungrily, and her tongue sprang up to meet him. His hands roamed the smooth tender surface of her back, feasted on the warm yielding swell of her buttocks, teased and caressed the backs of her legs, her inner thighs. He untangled his tongue, unglued his mouth from hers, tongued the inside of her ear, bit the lobe. He kissed the side of her neck, her throat, while his hands kept moving over the whole quivering, responding surfaces of her body, caressing, squeezing, stroking, pinching. His mouth moved down to the waiting globes of her breasts, and his lips caught first one hard standing nipple, then the other. He took one nut-hard bud between his teeth, and bit gently.
Without taking his mouth from her breast, he rolled slightly to one side, raised his hips, and with one hand shoved his shorts down to his feet, then kicked them off.
Jackie looked down. Her eyes widened, like the eyes of a little girl on her first roller coaster plunge.
His cock was enormous, gigantic, immense. Jackie pushed against Niles' shoulder, getting him to he flat on his back, so she could feast her eyes on that tremendous rigid pole. She leaned over on one elbow, to study it closely, to tease herself with the sight of the great instrument that would soon play symphonies of pleasure inside her. She reached out and put one hand around the base of the shaft, as far as her fingers would reach. It was thicker, far thicker, than her wrist. She put her other hand around it, like a ldd choosing sides around the handle of a baseball bat. The entire neck of the shaft, with its droll collar of soft sldn, was still exposed above her hands, and above that, the giant head swelled upwards, the eye in the center staring unwinkingly at the ceiling. The head was as large, as smooth, as hard, as shiny and as red as an apple.
She was filled with an eager, pulsing excitement. Any woman in her right mind, she thought, would be scared to death the first time she saw that giant machine; but Jackie was anything but frightened. In all that quivering, wanting wetness of the chasm between her thighs, the way she felt now, she could easily engulf the Statue of Liberty, torch, ticket takers and all.
Niles' middle finger was sliding back and forth across the swollen tender twig of her clitoris, and her legs spread wider, all by themselves, it seemed, as her hips began to revolve.
"Now?" Niles asked.
"Now," she said. "Please."
He got to his knees between the wide V of her legs, and she reached out and took the hard shiny red apple of his cockhead between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, guiding the great cumbersome rocket shaft toward the wet, waiting, swollen lips of her gaping, gasping cunt. With the head firmly lodged in the soft welcoming embrace of her outer twat-arms, she removed her guiding fingers, and Niles took over.
He launched the great rocket slowly, with an almost imperceptible forward thrust of his hips. It reminded Jackie of the berthing of a giant ocean liner. She groaned as the great liner slid along inside her deep opening slippery warm channel of quivering sensation, setting the shores farther back, widening the walls. When the shaft was imbedded half way up its length, Jackie felt full, stuffed, complete, and Niles stopped his forward progress.
"Do you want more?" he asked. He was leaning over her with his weight on his elbows, his face directly over hers. He looked concerned, and she realized that he wasn't just teasing. From the outside, she knew, her cunt still had that young, dewy, delicate appearance that had fooled so many men.
"I want all of it, Niles," she said, looking up into his eyes. "Every fucking inch. Every long, thick, hard, juicy fucking lovely inch."
Niles' shaft continued its deepening journey. Jackie raised her knees and spread them wide with her hands. Niles made one long, plunging, slow downward thrust, the pelvic bone at the base of his cock ground to a halt in her tangled wet hair, and the entire crowbar hardness of his telephone pole of a prick was inside her. The head, she thought, must be up past her lungs somewhere. Her throat seemed clogged. She could not have talked if she'd wanted to.
She embraced his hips hotly with her legs, her feet hooked tightly behind him. Slowly, he slid the shaft out until only the head remained in the grasp of her spasmodically clutching inner lips, held it there for a long moment, then sank it deep into her again in one long, sure, inner-probing stroke. She gasped, chokingly, and her hips rose to push her cunt-lips tight against the base of his shaft.
"Fuck me hard, Honey," she said through clenched teeth. "Fuck me deep, ream out my cunt with that great big wonderful cock. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
Niles began to fuck her then with a slow, steady rhythm, driving the entire length of his giant cock deep into her with every stroke, and her hips joined in his timing, bringing her sucking, gluttonous cunt up to greet his every in-stroke, grasping and holding and clutching wetly at the thick stiff shaft with his out-strokes. His hand found its way under her lifting buttocks, spread itself under the round, spasm-wrenched globes, and his middle finger slid into her tight, tiny ass-hole. The drawstring of her sphincter muscle loosed, unpuckering her anus, and his finger penetrated to the hilt, sliding back and forth against the outer wall of her vagina, tickling through the wall of membrane at the bottom of his own invading organ.
They fucked in perfect harmony for a long, long time-Jackie could not have guessed whether it was five minutes or five hours or five days-and she wanted it to go on forever, but she could not keep her surging excitement from mounting, climbing steadily toward a peak she could only guess at. She knew that Niles was controlling himself, and would wait for the moment of her orgasm before he let himself explode.
Gradually, then, Niles started to pick up the stroke, not shortening the thrust at all, but making it swifter, harder, more demanding, as he whipped her to a mindless frenzy with long lightning strokes of his heroic spear. He banged into her, again and again, with a thump, a jolt. Soon she was surging into a crazed frenzy, crying out soundlessly, as her inflamed cunt made wet sucking sounds around Niles' slippery shaft. Then she screamed, and her body went rigid, as she came, once, twice, again, and Niles' hot juices spurted up inside her. Her eyes were closed, but she saw skyrockets, first, then a great wall of red, as the spasms hammered in diminishing waves at her insides.
Niles waited until she was completely limp before he pulled out. Leaving the soft wet refuge of her cunt, his slackened prick made a soft, swampy plopping sound, like a wet cork being pulled out of the neck of a bottle. She got a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table and lighted one for each of them. Niles smoked in-silence, and she was almost through with her cigarette before she said anything.
"When I think now," she said, "that I've been holding you off all these weeks."
"Why did you do that? I almost wound up in a padded cell."
"I told you once, only it sounded childish. I like you too much. And like isn't the word I mean."
"I still don't get it."
"I figured once you'd made it with me you'd lose interest, and sooner or later I'd come to the sad day when I knew I'd never see you again."
"You're crazy. I could no more stop seeing you than I could stop breathing."
"I love to hear you say that." I mean it.
Gently, she squeezed the limp shaft that lay between his legs.
"You mean that the first time isn't the last?"
"Not by several thousand times," he said. "I hope."
"I hope so too." The limp shaft had rolled over on its side. It was starting to swell, slowly. Jackie felt her excitement rising along with it. It was a crazy, wild land of excitement. The Martinis. The Stingers. And Niles. Mostly Niles.
"Let's go downstairs," she said, suddenly.
"Sure," Niles said. "But why?"
"Don't you like some variety when you get excited?"
"Sure."
"Are you game for anything?"
"Anything at all. As much as you want, for as long as you want. As long as I wind up back here with you."
"Nothing could stop that," she said, and kissed him. "Nothing."
"Let's go," he said, getting out of bed. "You're not going to put anything on."
"What for?"
"I'm with you," she said. They went out of the bedroom and down the stairs hand in hand, like a couple of country lads coming home from a strawberry festival.