Chapter 8
Carol bolted up into a sitting position from a dead sleep and peered frantically around the room, straining to find some reference point-anything that would tell her where she was.
Slowly, her eyes, adjusting to the dark, grasped the familiar outlines of the dresser by the door, the armoir against the wall directly at the end of the bed and the sleeping nude body of the man sleeping peacefully next to her on the other side of the bed away from the door.
For some strange reason a lecture she had had in Psychology over eight years ago at Michigan State University occupied her mind. She remembered the day that her professor had passed on his unique concept. Why she should suddenly remember this of all things, she couldn't answer.
It had been a very hot muggy summer day-as only the Midwest could get them-and a tornado watch was on. She remembered sitting in the last seat in the third row, ( she never liked to sit up front; always thought the guys were looking at her behind). The professor began the lecture by asking the then shocking question, "What side of the bed does your man sleep on?"
Those were the days when girls still giggled about sex and boys tried to act nonchalant. After, the obvious shuffling of feet and uneasiness died down, Dr. Rittlingger, a short stout man in his early fifties discussed security needs and how they were manifested by bed position in relationship to the exit door. Insecure individuals tending to occupy that side of the bed furthest from the door. Stronger, more adventurous types, prefer-ring not to be closed in, sleeping closer to the door, and adventure.
Strongly enough this bit of useless information had stuck in her mind out of all the facts, figures and dates that had been shoved down her throat, later to be vomited up during finals.
Little did Paul realize, nor would he have probably cared, sleeping in the raw, his stark white area around his dick contrasting his other-wise dark muscular frame, that he was undergoing a mini-psychological exam.
NO! Paul just didn't seem to be a weak dependent type. Nor had anything she had ever seen. indicate otherwise. Quite the contrary. The blunt, straight-forward, ballsy approach was rather his trademark.
It was 3:00 AM in the morning according to the lighted digital clock radio above his shoulder on the night stand next to the phone. A drizzling rain-either before or after the storm, she could tell, was tapping gently on the window glass and the metal portion of the air conditioner jutting out into the night.
The smile of a small girl glowed on her face as lightening exploded silently into the room for a fraction of a second and then disappeared without a trace. She immediately began to count as soon as the lightening blinded her eyes. Counting the seconds between the flash and the crack of thunder would tell you how far away the center of the storm was and which direction it was heading. Or so Uncle Billy had told her that night many years ago when she was just a little girl frightened out of a similar sleep with the cracking of thunder and flashing of lightening. "Counting the seconds," Uncle Billy said, "and converting each second into a mile, would give you secret information only very special people knew."
Six-Seven-Eight seconds. She had slept through the storm and it was heading away from the city. Her nude body shivered at the bolt of lightening that turned the room into a blueish tint that seemed to have the strength of ten suns. Sore, stiff and achy from the last two days, the continuous breeze from the air conditioner helped her relax as the rest of the city sweltered. It was a real pleasure to breathe fresh air. She had, like most New Yorkers, forgotten what clean, clear air was really like anymore.
What was she going to do? She wasn't tired, though she had only been asleep for two hours. Her fidgiting and restlessness stirred Paul slightly, disturbing his sleep. For a few seconds he tossed and turned then rolled over on his back, flopping his outstretched right arm across his pillow.
His large frame took up the full length and over half the width of the double bed. She stared at his massive joint that had plunged deep into her box like a jack harmer, now laying limp across his leg, those massive testicles hanging deep in their long sack buried in his red pubic hair. It amazed her mind how this long, narrow piece of dangling flesh lying dormant could swell instantly to such a size that it looked like a balloon about to burst. Her eyes caught the two parell veins running along the top of his dick. Now narrow and blue, she remembered how they enlarged and spread apart, pumping blood into the empty tissues the same way a submarine pumps water into the ballast tanks.
She stared at his piece of flesh and wondered what it would be like to be blessed with such a gift. What it would be like when you got turned on by a wild body. What it felt like to stick it between a girls legs and drive it deep between the wet swollen lips of a cunt. She had known what it was like on the receiving end. But on the giving end, that would be interesting to know.
The thought of wanting his dick reminded her of the evening that had just passed. The drink, the elevator ride, her first orgasm, sucking him off when the phone rang and then the dinner.
It wasn't an ordinary dinner, quite the contrary. It was a dinner fit for a king with everything she liked to nibble on. Served, ah, that was the wild part of it-served in the bathtub. After a hot steaming shower.
The mere thought of those exciting hours ex-cited her and she closed her eyes remembering every lucious moment that were now only memories. After the phone call from his wife, she recalled, he had fucked the hell out of her. Her sore thighs were enough proof that she had been fucked by what felt like a rhino. Never had anything that big plunged into her small hole. The tight skin had first resisted and then given into his driving thrusts. His burst of sperm was so thick and hot she could actually feel it erupt at the end of her box.
She wet her lips recapturing what had followed next. He laid in her arms, drained of strength from his enormous effort, sweating like a race horse, his heart pounding like a steam engine, his lungs sucking in a mouthful of fresh air. He was helpless and she loved the way he responded to her kisses. For those precious moments, they were one and they belonged to each other. Neither one had said a single word, but each felt what the other was feeling. Without uttering a single sound they had responded to each others private wishes!
Like a young warhorse with the stamina of two horses, he lifted himself to his knees and slid his rod out slowly. She remembered how she felt when she was shocked to see that he had not softened after unleashing his load, but remained hard, swollen and covered with his white drip-ping globs of sperm and her clear honey. Never had she seen a man remain as hard and firm as he did after leaving such a big load dripping down her slit and cheeks.
The sight of him, hard as a rock jutting up at her face had been too much for her to take. She flopped him back on his back and slid his joint deep into her throat between her tight rounded lips. The slick taste on her lips excited her more, driving her on sucking faster and faster. Even now after filling her box she felt the bubbling fluid rising deep in his reservoir. She was what he liked a woman to be, aggressive with a lust for sex and a body to keep pace with her thoughts. Her sucking began to drive him mad. What was she doing. His nuts, his sack, his prick were being set on fire with pleasure he had never imagined. He closed his mind in sheer delight at her teeth sliding along the enlarged tube that runs along the bottom of his penis, carried his rising sperm to the surface.
He couldn't take it anymore, just laying there not being able to explore her moist wet lips drip-ping with his come, her full, rounded clump of hair flattened with the residue from their two bodies dripping through the individual hairs. Grabbing her small frame, he lifted her legs and swung around her body without removing her mouth from his dick buried deep in her mouth. He opened his eyes and stared up at her hairy box. His tongue instinctively reached up and explored the ridges buried in darkness. She loved the tickling sensation running through her limbs and returned his love making by spreading her legs and lowering her hot waiting box closer to his flicking lips and teeth.
Within five minutes both had climaxed simultaneously in a smothering muffled explosion. Paul in her mouth. Carol in his mouth. Together.. Totally. It was beautiful.
Exhaustion had crept over both of them and they were hungry and thirsty. They laughed on the floor deciding who was the first one to get up. Each tried, but collapsed into the others arms from sheer overexertion. Paul's balls ached. They were drained and hung close to his body. Her nipples were sore, her passageway was sore from his massive plunger. She could feel her anus, though it was a pleasant hurt, and she remembered how it felt as he slid his finger deep inside as she was about to explode and how she double-erupted as he yanked out that finger at the instant of orgasm.
Paul reached for a dime on the table and set up the rules of the toss. Winner gets up, calls in the pizza order and turns on the shower in the bathroom. Both agreed and the coin spun end over end like a football into the air and landed buried deep in Paul's other hand. He slapped it down on the top of the flipping hand and stopped a second, building up a bit of curiosity in Carol. A second later, he had a giant smile on his face, and she began to pick herself up.
The Chinese Pizza Shop over on 71st and. Eighth Avenue told them it would be at least twenty-five minutes before it would be delivered, so they decided not to rush through the shower.
The water was hot and the blast from the nozzle pulsated the flesh, relaxing it completely. Each took their turn washing the others back and then front, seeing to it extra special care was taken around the nipples and down through the hairy-covered slit that twitched at the lightest touch of soap. She likewise took extra special care to wash his drooping limp penis that swayed as he walked around the shower. She even joked on how he must have left the splinter and tape in the other room since there wasn't much left to work with. At that, he got a hard on that wrinkled her nipples and tightened her soapy fingers, gripping his joint. The rest happened so fast she just re-members spinning around and grabbing her ankles with her wet hands. And then feeling him shoot his joint in between her wet lips deep into her cunt. Deeper and deeper and deeper. With the water flowing down her face and hair, she couldn't see what she was doing so she felt her way down her stomach across her cunt hair and searched for his balls. First sliding over them and then latching on, she fondled them with her fingers stimulating her breast with the other hand.
He grabbed two handfuls of cheeks and pulled them apart, driving his joint in even deeper. She groaned with pain and felt his massive member press up against her tonsils. It felt like somebody had shoved a baseball bat between her legs. The frequency of his thrusts increased until he made one last massive grunt and squeezed her breasts from around her sides and fingered the nipples.. He was wearing her out. When was he going to stop. He remained hard and soaped up his finger and began to slide it into her anus when the door buzzer rang. SAVED by the bell.
While she threw on a robe, she heard him turn off the shower and turn on the bath water. Walking back into the bathroom with the large pizza with mushrooms and sausage, she found him sitting up at one end of the tub, chest high in water. Showers, and now pizza and a bath, this guy was going to fuck her to death. They were going to find her nude body staffed in the garbage can, a white flag sticking out of her worn-out cunt. Oh, well, she had asked for an exciting weekend and, fuck, she was having one.
The pizza and what followed, was out of sight. It was different and she learned a new position. Made especially for bathtubs and pizzas.
Remembering those hours of physical delight she had once again excited her body raising it to a fever pitch. Bending over, she lowered her head toward his joint, wetting her lips in anticipation of the soft flesh that was about to be sucked completely into her waiting mouth.