Chapter 5
A long, slow week at work followed my experience with Randy the Rutter and Tony—and then Sunday came. That Sunday I had some of the very nicest sex in my life. I also began to get the glimmering that there were other people like me in this world, other oralists, and, wow, that was such a fine discovery to make. The fucking I'd just done was o.k. once in a while, but for me, my mouth's the thing.
Sunday morning came hi grey and damp. I woke up several times, drank in the sky and the shreds of mist around some of the taller buildings, then fall back into my bed and voluptuous sleep for a while.
Around noon I began stumbling around my apartment, putting on coffee, lighting a cigarette then forgetting it, and pulling on the first clothes I came to. I decided to go around the corner and get the Sunday edition of the New York Crime. I could eat my coffee cake curled up in bed leafing through the fat pompous newspaper. I felt sheepish, spending my Sunday in such passive, clichéd way, but ...
I passed through grey streets to the newsstand and tucked the fat Crime under my arm to keep it away from the moisture in the air. I was turning to go when I caught some gaudy green and red psychedelic writing out of the corner of my eye. A new sex tabloid lay there on the shelf bearing the admonition: Open Your mouth, On the cover below the title, disguised in flowery art noveau lines, was a large, semi-erect penis dangling on a woman's lips. In small letters in the bottom & legend said "see page 17 for advertisements galore."
I handed the man fifty cents and, avoiding his eyes, pulled the paper off the shelf and beat a quick retreat.
Once home, I forgot all my other plans and sat on the sofa reading Mouth. Vulgar pictures covered every page. Hairy cocks and cunts and open mouths and closed mouths and darting tongues were everywhere. Most of the pictures seemed to be two women and one man, with each of them licking the other's genitals or asshole. I found myself getting turned on, and I realized it was the threesomes that were getting to me. I'd only had one threesome," with Tony and Randy, but never with another woman. I began picturing myself with Joanie and Jack. My hand found my nubbin getting big and round, and I began rubbing it as I read. I liked jerking off, but something, I don't know what, held me back from really getting into being with the two of them.
Couple in early thirties looking for young girl to share our sensuous love with us. French love and 69ing our favorite. We are gentle, free, and never force. Let our sexuality flow from our mouths to your body—and back if you wish. Pete and Penny. Try us at 516-419-4842.
I sniffed my middle finger, then found myself dialing the phone. Rainy, summer Sundays are made for exploring bodies, in my opinion. The phone was picked up on the third ring.
"Hello. This is Penny."
"Ahhhh ... hi!" I paused and felt sheepish.
"What did you want?"
"To go to bed with you and Pete. To kiss and lick you all over, and have you do the same to me."
"How do you know you'd like us? I'm a bit fat, I don't even know your name."
"I'm sorry. It's Lois."
"You must be pretty lonely, Lois."
"Yeah, I am."
"Look, why don't you come out. We can't lose anything by talking to each other, and if Pete and I both like you, I'd love to get to know you better. I think I like you already."
"I like you, too, Penny. You're so friendly."
"Good, honey. Keep that up and I'll start feeling like your mother instead of a daring, lesbian lover. I want to fix the place up for when you come, and I'm going to put a roast in the oven. You like roast beef?"
"Love it. So how so I get to your place?"
"Take the old Short Island Rail road to Bayberry ..."
When I got on the subway there was a fine mist all over, and after an hour's train ride I found myself in a light rain. I tried to keep under the trees when I got to Sycamore street where Pete and Penny lived, but the dampness was seeping through the light coat I had worn.
I love the translucent, glistening light that comes out from behind the clouds on some rainy, summer days—the little white houses on the street, with their subdued trim and well-kept little lawns. Most of the living rooms had the blue-grey light of television coming out through the windows, others warm yellow lights. Ticky-tacky little boxes, and yet—these were homes. Married men and women and their children lived in these. I'd been away from home and I'd forgotten what it was like, with my mother and father and my brother Tommy ... I bet he's become real cute now ...
My stomach had become hollow inside. I wanted to turn around and go back, but my shoulders and feet were wet. Then I saw #129 Sycamore Street. It looked like all the other houses, but the light on the front porch was on. I was drawn to it.
A high hedge went around both sides of Penny and Pete's place, and in back it seemed to curve around to enclose the back yard. Somehow, in the midst of suburbia, they had privacy. I fantasized sprawling naked on the grass with them in back there, smelling the barbecued chicken cooking and us tasting each other while we were waiting ...
I'd dreamt myself right up to the front door. I tried it and it swung open. I stepped in.
A handsome man in a white shirt and grey slacks sat on a green sofa staring straight ahead. Before him a large, bold brown and white chess set with a game already in progress was on a coffee table.
He (Pete?) gave no sign of noticing my presence.
I closed the door softly behind me.
Through a hallway beyond the living room, I saw a woman bent over an open stove. She was slightly heavy, but voluptuously so. Ample boobs swung freely in a simple back dress. Her rich, brown hair was drawn up over the nape of her neck into a French twist held in place by a beret.
I walked down the hallway and stood silently and shyly, leaning up against the doorway jamb.
Penny looked up. She jumped. Her basting spilled, and the fluid from her ladle sizzled on the door of the stove.
"Lois?"
"Hi, Penny. I'm here," I added unnecessarily.
She put down her ladle. Her eyes traveled up and down my figure. I squirmed under her glance, but I liked the feel of the wooden corner of the door frame - pressing into my ass, and I could feel my nipples beginning to rise.
She moved over to me and her hands caressed my hair and shoulders. "Why, you're all wet!"
I nodded. "And it's awfully hot in your kitchen."
"Here. Let me help you off with your things."
She took the lapels of my coat in her firm hands and I helped her get them off my shoulders. She hung the coat on the door to dry.
I used the toe of one foot to push off the heel of the other, and in a second both my shoes clumped down in the corner.
She looked at me questioningly, her hands twitching at her sides.
I assented with my eyes and shivered.
I began unbuttoning the front of my dress. Penny reached for some lower buttons and began working her way up to meet me. My belly was giving little jumps where her light fingers touched me.
Our fingers met. I grasped hers and she returned the pressure.
I lifted off my dress and stood there for her appraisal in my panties and bra. She looked pleased. She ran her hand over my shoulder, over my bra, along my ribs, over my panties, and down the inside of my thigh.
"Ummm. I like it Penny, but I'm getting a little nervous right now."
She accepted that and pulled her hand back.
"Let me make myself at home for a while."
"Yeah, do that. Have you met Pete yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Like me to introduce you?"
"Yes, I feel shy. I usually don't meet men when I'm not wearing much of anything."
"Come on."
She took my elbow and let me back through the hall.
Pete looked up from a universe away. His eyes were cloudy and he blinked. He looked over my body briefly.
"You Lois?"
"Yes. Hi, Pete."
"Play chess?"
"Not very well, but I'll try."
He began putting the pieces back in place. I sank down into an easy chair opposite him. The black velvet was itchy on my bare skin.
"What would you like to drink, hon?" Penny asked me.
"How about a tall Tom Collins?"
"Done. And I'll bring you a whiskey sour, Pete."
Penny disappeared into the kitchen.
I was alone with Pete. He was giving me a blankly affectionate, waiting look.
"You have white," he said. "It's your move."
I pushed my white pawn to spaces out into the middle of the board. It stood there, alone, pale, white, and vulnerable.
He responded in kind, and I brought out my knight.
"Here you go, my dear." Penny put two tall frosted glasses down on the table. She ran her cold wet fingers across my cheeks, and I shivered. It felt good.
I reached ever and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. I rubbed my cheek into the black fabric that covered her soft, but shapely belly. I felt her muscles contract sharply a few times, she must have been feeling pretty sexy and ticklish just then, too.
I hugged her belly tightly. Her fingers cupped my cheek and chin, then her palm grazed my lips. I trembled at her loving touch.
"How come I'm the only one bare around here?" I asked.
"Wanna play strip chess?" Pete asked.
"Forget it," Penny said. "She's right, we don't need to play a game to strip."
"You don't need to play strip chess," Pete agreed. "I'm remembering our ad now: 'sexuality flowing from the soul, no forcing.' "
His cool eyes melted a few degrees. I leaned my head back trustingly and looked into Penny's marvelously warm eyes. I felt that I could put myself into her hands, and that I would, soon.
I drank hi her warmth. "I came here to be free and loving with you, and now, as I get to know you better, I'm sure that's what I want."
She was shaking her head at me with delight. "You lovely girl, how did we ever find you?"
Penny pulled her dress up and off, and laid it care= fully over the back of a chair. Her figure was full to over-ripeness, but still beautiful. Her skin was a light, olivey color. Her breasts seemed tremendous under her black brassiere. Her hips were on the heavy side, but the flesh of her thighs was marvelous.
I turned and started kissing her thighs. I buried my head in between them and pressed her flesh around my cheeks. She was delicious, even her cunt smelled nice through her undies. I nibbled lightly and wetly at her flesh.
"Hey, it's your move! I brought my knight out too, groused Pete.
"Looks to me like it's yours," said Penny. She leaned over and supported herself on the coffee table. She was staring between Pete's legs, and I could see a big point sticking out there., Penny reached down and flicked it and his hardon started vibrating all over the place.
"Let Lois see that gorgeous piece of meat you "have there, Pete, honey," pleaded Penny.
"Whotta way to play chess ... ahh, all right."
He unzipped his fly and his meat stuck out. His cock was long and slender and full of veins.
"Checkmate!" I cried.
I reached across the coffee table and wrapped my fingers around his dork, and in doing so, knocked over several pieces. I squeezed his meat and shook it.
He looked sheepish and, forlorn as he watched the pieces bouncing and rolling to a stop on the floor.
"Hey, she's a piece, too, ya' know," said Penny.
"Yeah, you are," Pete said.
His expression bespoke misery, compassion, kind-ness, and lust as he gazed into my eyes.
"You're a complex man, Pete."
"Not really." He reached out to me for the first time by kissing me on the lips. He was gentle, direct, and a bit timid in his kiss. I pulled at his cock to bring him closer to me. Then his lips met mine fully and softly and he began stroking the back of my head.
Penny, meanwhile, was undoing the snaps on my bra.
"Stand up, Lois," she said.
I did as I was told, holding the bra up most of the way with my arms. The cloth slipped down over one of the nipples, and I was embarrassed to see my pink little bud standing up so shamelessly, even though Pete was sitting there with his hardon sticking out redly into the middle of the chess pieces.
They were both looking at me. I raised my arms, wriggled my hips, and my bra fell to the floor.
Penny was standing behind my right shoulder. "Oh, honey," she said, "they're beautiful. I have to touch one."
Her hand slid around over my arm and onto the beginning swell of my breast. I had goose pimples, she , was moving so maddeningly slowly. Pete, I could tell, was watching with interest. He was starting to stroke his cock, his big red rod was sticking across the chess board at me. I didn't know if he wanted to fuck me, or if I wanted to suck off his dick, or what. I was just conscious of following the movement of Penny's fingers as she worked her way further down my breast, towards the nipple.
"Stay still a second, Lois." She drew back, I heard her unclip her bra and let it fall to the ground. Then she moved behind me, her bare boobs pushing softly into my back. Both her arms went around me, and now her fingers began moving up my stomach.
I was shaking. "Come on, Penny, grab 'em, will you?" I demanded and pleaded. She chuckled softly and her hands kept on their slow path upward, over my ribs. I rubbed my back up and down along her tits, and I could feel the soft pressure of jutting nipples in my back.
Penny's palms and thumbs reached out now, and the heel of her hand passed slowly over my remaining rib. She was there! Her palms gently closed over the hidden sides of my moons, the underneath part of my breasts. As her cupped fingers lightly traced the forms of my tits, her thumbs discovered my rock-hard nipples and teased them, tracing the edges of my aureoles, flicking at my nipples, and pressing them deeply into the fleshy melon of my boob.
"Oh, God, Penny," I moaned, "keep it up. Never stop."
"You've got such beautiful boobs, Lois," Penny whispered into my ear. "Mine are big and fat and saggy compared to yours. I'm afraid to even let you see them."
"Your knockers are better than mine, too," said Pete, sitting back and playing with himself and grooving on the whole scene. "Yeah? Let's see," I dared him.
"Here!" He unbottoned his shirt and revealed a slender, muscular chest.
I reached over and toyed with his nipple with one hand while I caressed the tip of his prick with the other.
"There, got it up a little ways." He put his hand over mine, then brought it to his lips "and kissed it.
"Penny, I want to see yours. I hope you're ready, "cause here I come."
I turned in my chair. I was eye level with her tits now, and they were tremendous, I'd never seen anything like them.
"Forty-eight inches?" I asked her.
"Forty-nine. You like?"
Her chest had been back and she'd been letting them stand free. They were huge, bouncy, and floppy, like a great rag doll. She shook them, twisting and turning her whole chest so they fairly flew over the whole room. Her nipples were the deep, reddish-brown color of motherhood. They were slapping her belly now in a loud, irregular, flesh tattoo.
"Here they are, Lois, baby. You want them?"
For a handsome, mature woman, she was so begging, so unsure of my acceptance of her.
"Yes, I do, Penny, yes. Let me have them."
She cupped her tits, sticking them out, pushing them up and down, working over her nipples as she swayed closer to me. Her torso was rocking sinuously, and her tits were spiraling closer and closer to my mouth.
My mouth opened, begging, like a baby's.
Her soft heavy boob came right up to my mouth. The red skin of her nipple brushed across my excited lips. I twitched, and hi my agitation almost bit her nipple as hard as I could.
I grabbed at her tit and sunk my fingers deeply into it.
"Aaaahhhnnh!" moaned Penny.
"That too hard?" I asked anxiously.
"No, no, keep it up. It hurts, but I love it too. Feel me, feel me, do my tit, feel me up all over!" she cried out. I seemed to have set off a great wellspring of passion in her.
Penny was bucking up and down now, twisting and turning her .body again. I stuck my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and managed to get them off by utilizing her movement. As they slid down, my fingernails, hooked into her elastic, ended raking, great red welts down the sides of her tender thighs.
"More, more, grab me!" she yelled.
Pete was sitting there watching, still masturbating, seemingly indifferent to his wife's ecstasy. Maybe he had failed to satisfy her in the past, and that was why she was such a raging torch now.
I clutched Penny around her waist with the fingers of .my left hand, letting my nails sink in again.
"That's it, baby! Dig in! Let me feel you!"
She was a whirling dervish now, and that made it all the better for me, her excitement was contagious. I felt a new abandon coming over me.
My pussy was tingling, burning even. I wrapped my bare legs from where I was sitting in the chair around Penny's voluptuous legs. Her full, sweaty flesh writhed under my tight grip. I pulled her in to me, and buried my head in her soft belly, licking her, sucking her, munching on her skin, while she shook like jello through the force of her ecstatic movements.
I clutched her fatty bush with my free right hand, shaping it, finding her boundaries which I was afraid she'd lost track of herself. Then I gave myself up to stimulating her, rubbing her pussy up and down, pressing deeply on it, grabbing the fatty hair and shaking it.
Her moans got deeper, and I went for more. I Jammed my middle finger far up into the slit in her twat. She was dripping wet inside, she was so turned on. The entrance to her pussy was smooth and wet, then it got bumpier and rougher as I went further in. I hooked my finger around the shelf of bone at the mouth of her womb to assure myself a solid grip in her vibrating flesh. I had her trapped now, one arm around her waist, my hand up her pussy, my legs wrapped around hers, and my mouth buried in her belly.
She swayed uneasily on her feet as she fought the loving battle of flesh with me, and she seemed to fall toward me until she leaned on my shoulders for support. I brought my head back as her weight came onto me, and now her huge tit filled my open mouth.
I sucked Penny's tit softly, tenderly, as I stilled my other hand. She caught my mood, and her vibrations slowed to meet mine, though her frenzy seemed to remain, only to go underground.
Penny began smoothing back the hair out of my face, and caressing the nape of my neck.
I felt Pete kneel beside me, and then a mouth clamped down over one of my tits, and a hand kneaded the other. Now, as I worked on Penny's tits, I could tell just about what she was feeling because Pete was doing the same things to mine. I felt that the boundaries between us were melting, that only sensation, affection, and our mounting desires to climax remained.
I cuddled Pete's head against my breast. His free hand was on his wife's hip. The current was running in a full circle between the three of us. As my nipples, and shoulders began to tremble, I could feel both of them registering it and expressing new appreciation for me with new caresses. I felt secure now, my bare body surrounded by two other bare bodies who were holding me and trying to please my body and soul-.
The gentleness touched me and melted me, and I was able to give myself up to it fully. The river flowing through me began at Penny's wet breast, where a thin, sweet substance was coming into my mouth now. She was giving up her mother's milk to me.
The river flowed out of me in two directions, out my tit into Pete's warm insistent mouth, and out my cunt where his ringers were rotating my clit now. I rejoiced in the musky, fertile smell that was rising from our aroused bodies.
My whole body flowed up into the meeting surfaces of skin, that point where my lips trembled against Penny's nipple.
"I'm going to come," I confided to my two new loves in a whisper.
I had only to mouth the words, for I was sure that the responsive radars of their skins were already picking up my activity.
"You, too?" breathed Penny, as softly as I had.
"Oh, my babies, hold me tightly!" I was whimpering and sobbing now.
Penny screamed. Once. Piercingly.
I felt Pete gather us both into the broad embrace of, his arms and pull us together. We paused there in midstream.
The quaking started in Penny's belly. Her tit shook in my mouth like jelly—and my mouth went into contractions, gaping and gasping like a fish up on land.
We were in unison once, the last of her contractions and the first of mine. The last of her violent contractions came at the same time as the first of mine.
I followed her, moaning and quaking each step of the way.
We were floating, clutching each other for support on our dizzying journey.
My mouth slipped away from her tit and I swooned forward. Pete told me later that he'd caught me, then eased me to the rug, and that Penny had slipped to her knees, then to the floor, where she'd fallen into my arms.
I came to, still floating. My head was buried somewhere in Penny's ample, bare bosom.
I sat up, blinking, not knowing if I was asleep or awake. When I got the hair out of my eyes, I got a blurry image of Pete back on his perch on the edge of his sofa, naked but for black shoes and socks.
My eyes weren't blurry, he was moving real fast. One band was moving chess pieces all over the board with extreme speed, thumping them down on the board. His other band was thumping his cock, which was huge, erect, and redder than the flames of hell.
"Check!" he snarled, beating his meat with a new frenzy. Skin was slapping skin as his cock kept hitting his thigh and the pouch of his balls flew about wildly.
Was I in a crazy dream? If I were, I could still enjoy it. I crawled around the coffee table and pushed my way up through Pete's hairy thighs. His sliding knuckles just missed my nose. As I moved up higher the ham of his hand banged repeatedly into the broad muscle of my shoulders. His eyes were glazed. Maybe he was so absorbed in his piece and the chess pieces that he didn't even know I was there. So what?
This was exciting, and my mouth was raring to go. I'd never been so close up to a giant cock and flying balls being flagellated this way before.
I reached my hand to his thigh, and discovered that his body was incredibly tense, that all his powerful energy was coming out in his masturbating. It was a shame, that he should waste himself in such a closed circuit.
"Hey, Pete. I'm Here. Hello." I waved my hand in front of his eyes. Only then did he peer down at me and his eyes meet mine. "Hi, you nutty asshole," I said affectionately.
"Lois," he muttered. "Capture the white queen."
"No. It's you I want, Pete. I'm going to suck your cock now."
"Oh. Sure." Absentmindedly he guided his huge dork over to my lips.
At first all I saw were long strands of hair, hiding the first few inches of his rod. I traced it back to its base. I was thrilled to find where his cock began, and the thick, powerful muscles where his hard-as-steel shaft first sprang forth from his belly. I gripped it there, then traced it upwards to a huge purple vein that went on a whimsical winding journey up to the head of his cock. My fingers rose up onto the red ridge of the head, then swooped down as I got right up to his very tip and his cumhole. His cock was so pointed there I could see why they're called pricks—it looked as though it could drive its way deeply into the most determinedly, resisting orifice.
Now he took his shaft and drew it back and forth across my lips.
"I thought you wanted me, Lois. Don't make me wait any longer. I've been sitting here masturbating for the last twenty minutes while you two were getting your beauty sleep in each others' arms over there. I may be absentminded, but I'm fuckin' hot too!"
I slid my wet lips over the tip of his dork without more ado. With my tongue, I found that delicious little fold of skin just behind the head of his cock.
"Feel better now?" I asked him.
His cock had come deeply into my mouth, and I was playing with his balls as if they were the keys of an accordion.
"Ummmh ... that's good, Lois. Say ..." he started .pensively, then his voice dropped away.
"What is it, Pete?"
"Would you eat out my asshole, Lois?"
He leaned back on the sofa so I could get at him, 'bending both his legs at the knee while he left them up in the air.
I lathed my way back down his cock, along his hard scrotum and over a ridge of muscle. I pulled back to get a good view of his asshole. It was a shade redder than Penny's nipples had been. "The puckered petal of the anus ... " I muttered to myself.
I ran my tongue around his rosy red rim. I remembered stories of people getting hepatitis this way, but I decided to chance that.
I braced my tongue until it felt firm as a spear, then I plunged my way in. His sphincter muscles relaxed right away, and I began to lathe around the entrance to the monstrous cavern of his asshole. The circular ribbing of firm muscles dosed about my tongue.
Further in the skin became spongey, squishy even, with many prickly little bumps sticking up. I rotated my tongue around in a wide, fast circle of movements.
My nose was buried in his crotch. Above me I felt him at it again, jerking off. His balls were banging into my forehead. His breath was coming in regular grunts and groans, and I could feel his scrotum and asshole expanding and contracting.
Then I heard new sounds, wood scraping on wood.
Light hands were caressing my own ass now. I could visualize myself, my ass sticking way up in the air, a huge, white double egg. I must have been a fascinating target for Penny's caresses.
Those light, lovely dark hands withdrew from me. I was alone in the suddenly cold dark air. My own explorations had stilled, and even Pete's perpetual motion machine was going more slowly now.
I felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet aroused and receptive at the same time. The heavy assfuck Randy and Rutter had given me came back to my senses, its beginning in tremendous fireworks of unbearable pain, and how that pain had become transformed into a Joyous aliveness, a razor's edge of total awareness throughout each of the tiny, shimmering, electric cells of .my being.
I was ready for anything now.
Except what came.
A tiny, moist little worm started wriggling its way up into my asshole. It felt delicious, yet tickled unbearably. I giggled, and the sound of my joy were muffled in the hair and the flesh of Pete's ass.
I reached back and spread the cheeks of my anus. Then I wriggled back to get more of that lovely worm.
"Lois!" came Pete's heavy voice. "Find something long and jam it up my asshole and blow me at the same time, will you?"
My middle finger worked just fine. I probed in an exploratory way around the edge of his puckered anus, then forced my linger in.
"Shit! That hurts like hell—but I love it too. Don't stop! Fuck me some more, Lois! Blow me too! Give it to me with everything you've got!"
I kept my finger going, jerking its way brutally in and out, the way he seemed to like it. Then I settled down to gobble up my meal. This was just my dish, his raw, red, aroused cock that had been at it for hours without coming. Now he was dying for release. His flaring Joystick spread out to fill my entire mouth as I sucked and knoshed away.
"Oh, baby! It won't be long now. I'm on my ways Lois!"
As he was getting off, I was grooving on the tenderness that Penny was lavishing on my asshole. Her tongue, plus the stiff meat in my mouth were driving me to new heights of ecstasy.
Her fingers weaved their feathery way across my crotch and into the blood-filled labia of my cunt.
She touched my clit, and I melted and swooned with delirium.
"Ohhhh, Penny, honey ... " I whispered.
She clasped my nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing it That's when I went off.
"Eee-owww!" I yelled.
My finger crashed spasmodically deep into Pete's asshole.
My back arched and my vacuum cleaner lips sucked off of Pete's cock with a loud "Pop!".
I was suspended in a tuneless, eternity of bliss. My first contraction came, and my entire body shook, "Splash!" went the first spurt of Pete's come. It hit my unseeing eyes and dripped down my cheek.
I opened my mouth and the next shot fell across my lips. Others hit my nose and chin, and a final feeble one dribbled down my boob. If I could have gotten pregnant from swallowing come, those first few shots must have carried some beautiful little kids, energetic little •bastards who would have been supermen.
Penny nudged me. "I could feel all your contractions," she said. My tongue felt your asshole going wild."
"Ummm," I replied. "Hey, how about you. You 'didn't come."
She played with Pete's sperm on my face, smearing it around.
"No, but I fee! good now."
Moments later we were lying around in each others' arms. Pete was licking languorously at Penny's snatch, and I was fooling with her asshole, when she suddenly "Jesus! That fuckin' Short Island duckling! I forgot all about it. It'll be burned to a crisp by now!"
Only the skin was burnt—to an even brown crisp-ness. Inside, the meat was juicy and succulent.
I think I'll leave my threesome there, one big happy family, finishing off every bit of the duckling, then using each others' bare bodies as towels for our greasy hands. I don't think I need to mention what that started up again. The family that eats together stays together.