Chapter 5
My life took a decidedly bad turn. Marriage with Barbara was a nightmare. Sure, she was lovely and beautifully curved and a sensation in bed, but no one spends twenty-four hours a day screwing. She was lazy, spoiled and given to fits of temper. A rich girl, with wealthy relatives all over-you would think I'd be swimming in luxury. Far from it. Immediately after the wedding ceremony her parents cut off Barbara's monthly allowance. "You've got a husband to support you now," they said. "Let him do what we had to do for twenty-one years."
And Barbara took the Cadillac convertible we had been gifted with and sold it. The money went right into her private account, wherever it was. I never did discover the name of her bank. But it was a sweet bit of action on her part. I expected after that she'd sell the furniture or the stereo set or the color television, anything.
Living in a good neighborhood didn't break her of her Greenwich Village bohemian habits. The apartment was filled all day long and sometimes well into the night too with her friends. Every damned queer from the dancing school lounged about on the furniture drinking wine or eating at my expense. Dance practice was held in the front room with these fairies spinning around on their toes or leaping into the air to the accompaniment of Swan Lake.
They all wore clothes so tight that it was a wonder they were able to walk or bend. The girls especially with their black T-shirts and black leotards, always smelling of perspiration but showing their tits and asses to full advantage. Some were beauties too, with their pony tails and haughty expressions. But sex with any of them was out. Barbara would have raised hell.
While all this was going on I had to work. Now, more than ever I had to churn out stories for that shitty journal, writing about people who never existed. On the side I held down a regular job with a firm that supplied temporary office help to different companies. I was paid by the hour and in all truth cannot say the pay was good.
So there I'd be, sitting in one corner of the apartment writing about two Lesbians dueling for the love of an innocent girl or bullshitting about a girl who could only screw in airplanes. The telephone would ring. It would be the temporary service, advising me to report for work the next day. And the places they sent me to! Holes far out in Brooklyn or dumps in the wilds of Staten Island. And not having a car meant using subways and switching to buses. All this to support Barbara.
There were few people for me to complain to so I took my sad story to Jeannette Cosmo. We would meet in coffee houses or small bars to discuss the problem and she would always say:
"Leave her! It's simple. Are you so much in love with her?"
"No."
"Then what is it, guilt?"
"I don't know...it just doesn't seem right."
"Of course it's not right. You working your behind off to support her and all those spongers."
"If I walk out she can take me to court for non-support. You know the laws here."
"Look, Frankie, she is a healthy young girl quite able to work. No theatrical producer or ballet impresario will sign her up as a dancer. Let's face it. You should have gotten an indication of what she was the first night you took her to dinner."
"Well, you know, she was a virgin."
"So was I. Once!"
I sighed, not knowing what else to say. But Jeannette hammered away at my telling me that I had to be hard, selfish, think only of myself, first, last and always.
"The world, you should know by now, Frankie, is a pretty shitty place. And life is a dirty joke. People are rotten, they only want to take. If you can't give to them you're garbage to be tossed aside."
"If that's the case what about you and me?"
"I need sex and you offer a good, hard penis. I offer you a body that is still good and capable of all movements in bed. I can sympathize with you now but I also want you in me. If there comes a time when you won't screw me, it's good-bye."
"Jeannette.. . "
"Yes?"
"Barbara is somewhat of a nympho. She wears me out at night."
"You mean there's nothing left to give other sex-hungry females like me?" "Yes."
"We're going to a hotel right now and see."
"Jesus, Jeannette...I don't know."
"We'll find out. Otherwise, Frankie, it's au revoir. This affair with you has been good but it is still dangerous. Suppose my husband discovered us. See what I mean? People just seeing us sitting here will put two and two together. So if you can't fuck then forget it."
I wondered if I could get the old tool up. Then I studied her body, the overlarge breasts, thickening waistline and wide hips. Just a few inches or a few pounds short of being a fat woman. But always excellent in the sack.
"Okay, I'll chance it."
Jeannette looked around to make certain no one was watching and pecked at my lips. "Sweet boy."
The nearest hotel charged us double for the room, and in advance. The smirking hotel clerk knew what we were up to, a young man and a big, middle-aged woman. He was a cheat, as so many of them are, and put half the take into his dirty pockets.
The room of course was shabby but it didn't matter. After all our intention was to rent it for a quickie, not for any long stay. While I pulled down the shades Jeannette undressed. I turned in time to see her panties fall on the floor and her dress being pulled up over her alabaster white thighs. God, were they round, and between them that thick bush of cunt hair with the pinkish lips of the cunt itself peeping through.
A hot passion possessed me and I stripped down to my skin, my penis already straight out and ready. It was going to be good to be in Jeannette once more, bang her solid body after being forced to screw only Barbara.
Naked, Jeannette lay on her back in the narrow bed, a sigh escaping her lovely mouth, one leg drawn up. Already, wetness was oozing out of her slit, the anticipation of sex increasing her lust.
We kissed and she sucked on my lips, bit my tongue and floated her ass high. I clutched her full bosom, squeezing the hills while my weapon on its own went straight to the target like a guided missile. Entrance was accomplished and the woman fell back as if fainting.
"Darling...ooohhh, you are so hard!" "Jeannette...ahhh, it's wonderful to be in you again."
"I was so afraid that you couldn't fuck any more...oohh God, this is delightful."
She was still but her hips and buttocks were restlessly in action. I lowered my head to kiss the hollow in her throat and pass my lips over the upright breasts with their stiff nipples. Her breathing quivered and her body trembled, starting with her shoulders and rippling down to her hips, as her hole blazed, burning my tool.
With my dong now firmly lodged I encircled her hips firmly, held tight to those always moving balls and shoved with all the power I possessed. For a moment she let out such a yell that I thought she was hurt. Worse, it seemed that her breathing ceased altogether but it was the desperate second before the climax. After a gigantic spasm that caused me to ride high the juices of lust poured from the slit.
The interior of her being was on fire even as the wet stuff oozed out. My strokes, always measured, kept on. Jeannette breathed more loudly but slowly and held my pumping buttocks with both hands.
"I never...came so quickly...ooohhhh, and it was a terrible thing...darling, all fiery!"
I felt the big calves of her legs press around my waist as her ass floated up and stayed up. In that moment that ass, two hard cheeks of grinding flesh, never once came down. A half-dozen eggs could be laid in the very spot where her ass should be without being broken.
"Ahhh...ahhhh, Jeannette!"
My shaft was determinedly hard and I drove steadily into her wet cunt, hammering out a new road between the passageway. She heaved up yelling, her strong thighs holding me, her fists pounding my back.
Her screams excited me even more as my big, blunt-edged prick deepened the path. I grasped her movable ass and pumped away. She came, and came, and came, every last drop of lust flowing.
"NOOOOO!"
"Yeahhhh. I am giving it to you for everything." "No, Frankie, no, no!"
My strokes reached an impossible pace and then I burst, filling her loins with a fiery lava. But I kept rising and falling until nothing, not even air, came out of my tool and all sensation was past.
We broke apart, yours truly really a worn-out shell of a man. But Jeannette to show her appreciation licked up all the juice from my penis and smeared my testicles with hot kisses.
"Darling, darling!"
She requested that I perform on her. Sure I would do it, but there had to be a bit of a wash-up first. She complied with my wishes and I got her into position then forced my tongue into her closed-up but freshly washed slit, sending thrills to dwell there. She screamed the walls of the hotel down and came.
When I sat up, my face was covered with her flow, but better for us both, my manhood was again a length of stone. She sighted it, put a hand to her head and said: "What...again!"
"Naturally."
'Then, what the hell! Come on!"
She spread her long legs wide, arched her body and sheathed my weapon once more. Back to work it was for the two of us, screwing and screwing the afternoon away. Man! Jeannette was wonderful!
Barbara was suspicious of me but made no remarks. She noticed that I was tired, in no mood for conversation or food or drink. Rest was what I wanted. The questions did not come simply because she had the apartment filled as usual with her guests.
That night, however, in bed, she tried to arouse me. This time I got mad and shouted at her to leave me to hell alone. She did roll over to her side of the bed but not without some threats.
"I don't know...Frankie, you are acting peculiar."
"If anyone is peculiar around here it's those idiots visiting us."
"They are artists."
"Yeah, so am I."
"Frankie, I warn you. Tomorrow morning you may come up with one of two things." "Huh?"
"You come up with a damned good erection for me or else a good excuse for not having that erection." We slept.