Chapter 13
I was building a fire in the fireplace when Mar came back from seeing them out. She stooped behind me and put her hand on my cheeks as I knelt on the stone hearth.
It was a good day for me, Paul," she said quietly, by way of apology.
"I know," I answered.
"It wasn't for you, was it?"
"Part of it was," I said coolly.
I felt rather than saw her grin. "I was jealous," she said.
Of all the things in this strange world of hers I wanted to hear it was that
"So was I." I said it so softly I thought she had not heard.
After a moment though, she said, "I know." One of her hands slipped playfully into my hair.
"They're funny kids," she said after a moment, m have to tell you about them sometime." She sat down on the hearth facing me. I put a match to the fire I had been building all the while. "It's a very strange setup they have over there," she said uneasily.
"Stranger than this?" I looked at her.
Her body stilled for a moment as she considered what I had said. "Is this so strange to you?" she asked, a little defensively.
I shook my head. I did not want to spoil her mood. "It seems like it," I said, frowning a little to show that it was confusion I felt, not reproach.
She held her arms around her knees and leaned her head back, looking at the dark sky. "I guess it is," she said. "It's been this way all my life, so I never think about it"
"You're a liberated woman." I looked up at the first spots of the inevitable evening ram hitting the glass roof. "Rich, beautiful, sexually free." I reached out my hand and began unbuttoning her blue shirt.
A large sigh filled her chest pressing her breasts against the faded blue fabric. Her eyes fell from the falling rain to my face and then toward the fire, which was beginning to burn brightly.
"Paul," she murmured lowly. "Would you be shocked if I told you that I am falling in love with you?" She shook her head and looked at me frankly. "Or . . . " she said slowly, "I think I am." She looked back into the fire. "I want to make love to a man I think I'm in love with, Paul." She closed her eyes tightly and admitted, "I've never done that before." She did not open them 'til I drew my lips from hers.
"Please don't say anything," she said, looking into my eyes. "I don't want you to he to me, and I don't want to know the truth. I just want to believe. Just once to believe it means something." She drew herself to me.
I felt her tears on my cheeks as we kissed. I said nothing, as she had asked me not to, nor do I know what I would have said. Slipping my arm under the back of her shirt I drank of the moments of warmth and happiness I knew she was offering me.
We gathered some pillows off the nearby sofas and laid them down on the broad, rough hearth. Naked we lay upon them before the fire.
"This is the only place in your house I really feel comfortable," I told her. With my finger, I traced a line down to her navel and then leaned over and kissed her there..
She was looking up at the pelting rain. "I know," she sighed. "I always find you here." She motioned indistinctly with her hand toward the great empty room. "There is a corner over there behind those big hanging vines that I've always liked; I have several books there." She put her hands under her head and a contemplative look passed over her face. Her body, naked and glowing in the reflected fire, stood forth-rightly outlined. I put my hand on her belly, warmed by its nearness to the fire. "I used to lie there and peek through the vines when my dad had his parties."
She smiled to herself. "Once when he didn't know I was there he brought a woman over and made love to her behind that sofa. I watched them through the vines. It was very exciting." She looked at me, perhaps to see if I was shocked. "It's very exciting to see your old man make it, do you know that?" She grinned.
I could not help dropping my eyes from hers. i shook my head. She went on as though she had not noticed. "He had the biggest prick I had ever seen until I met Jud."
I was sitting up, leaning on one arm looking down at her. She must have seen me stiffen, because she said. "Fm sorry. Does that sort of thing bother you?"
"Not until now." I looked at her, somehow determined to pursue the subject. "Are you hung up on big cocks because your old man had one?" I asked her nonchalantly.
She moved her body slightly so her hand snuggled into my lap and filled itself with my half-erect penis. "I don't like little ones," she said. That's why I like you.
"Kiss me, Paul. Kiss me everywhere."
I looked from her wide-open eyes down the soft curves of her body glowing red in the firelight. I heard the ratatat of the rain on the window overhead. I bent my head to do what she had asked.
My lips contacted her warmed flesh under the breast. I kissed her with an open mouth and heard the deep, exhaled sigh, as she must have closed her eyes. My tongue moved gently over her, kissing, tasting, probing lightly.
With her hands in my hair she gently urged my face toward hers and kissed me long and questioningly on the mouth and eyes, and then insinuated my face, her loved tool, toward her breast. My lips covered her nipple and rolled it into my mouth, pulling, gently sucking.
"Oh, Paul," she murmured, "Why isn't it always like this?" Hunching over her, my midsection was out of her reach, so her hand ran slowly up and down my spine and onto my buttocks. "You have such strong, hard muscles," she said, not to me but to her own hand, which lightly gripped the large muscle of my hip.
My lips followed their own volition down her belly toward die soft hair. "I love you, Paul," she said, as my hands ran down over the smooth rounding of her hips. Her thighs fell silently apart as my head urged itself between them.
My tongue played in the sweet-tasting tangle of hair for a moment before it slipped downward toward the fire-lit lips, those lips I kissed with an open-mouthed passion, urging my face and mouth and tongue down and in until my face was wet with her sweetness.
Her hips rotated slowly against the pillows, and I felt her hand, perhaps unknown to herself, slip off my buttocks and between my thighs, claiming for herself the goods of my body that hung there.
"Paul!" she gasped. "I do love you." She seemed on the verge of tears as she grasped the bag hanging into her hand with more force than she should.
She sat up suddenly, throwing her arms around my waist and pulling her succulent lips away from mine.
She hugged me as hard as she could around my waist, burying her face in my side, kissing me, hugging my body against her; I could feel her tears break against my skin.
I heard and understood the muffled words she spoke into my flesh. "Make love to me, Paul. Make love to me."
I rolled myself in her grasp and took her shoulders in my hands, pushing her back; there were tears in her dark eyes, tears of anguish and passion that I did not understand. Her arms, like the tentacles of some unknown predatory plant, determined to draw whatever it touched into its center and devour it, wrapped themselves around me again and clung to me.
Her legs, as we toppled over onto the pillows, wrapped themselves around my loins, locking me into the eternal embrace of nature, as cascades of animal sounds poured out of us as I completed the primal kiss.
Our bodies moved together with terrifying urgency; it was far too late to toy with each other or kiss or talk. The primitive jackhammering of my hips, the plunging frenzy of my flesh pounding into hers, of our flesh coming together filled the room with cries and slaps, until after only moments, our cries mounting to hoarse screams. Our bodies throbbing, we contorted together, the exchange of life's fluid took place deep and unseen, our purpose and passion spent together.
I do not know how much later I woke up. The rain had not abated, but seemed to be coming down even harder on our glass canopy, and the fire was a smoldering ruin.
It was the sensation of itching that woke me up, a tingling, twitching itch centered in my ball bag. We were still locked in embrace, she still clung to my penis, now long and flaccid inside her. Slowly, so as not to awaken her, I disengaged myself, desperate all the while to scratch. It was the drying sperm, come and sweat that made me itch so damnably; the evidence of our juncture had encrusted my groin.
Having satisfied this need, I put more wood on the fire and blew on it quietly to get going. It was with a sense of happiness and contentment that I realized the night was not yet over, that our private world, sunken in the sheets of rain, was still private. I stood up and looked down at Marlis, the girl I was now sure I loved. She had rolled over as I lifted myself off her, and now the fullness of her hip, the round, smooth mound that tapered over to her knee that touched the floor, holding her on her side. Her body began to glow in the newly crackling fire as it had done before, but now I viewed it without the heat of desire. I leaned down and put my hand on the rounded top of her hip to see if it were getting too hot from the fire. Then I sat down, pulled my legs into my arms and rested my chin on my knees to wait.
My gaze must have been hot on her face, for her eyes opened soon and she looked up at me with no change of expression. With my lips I formed the impression of a kiss, and she closed her eyes once again, somehow reassured.
"I love you." The words crept out of me without the strength of a declaration, more like an admission, but they must have held conviction, because a slow, pleasurable, happy smile crept over her face. Her hand crept forward and covered my foot, squeezing it gently, and at last using it to pull herself toward me, to pull her face to my foot and my foot to her lips. She bit my toes and kissed my horny foot, ran her tongue over the bones of my ankles and pulled the hair on my leg with her lips, moving slowly up my legs, pulling them out straight on the floor.
I lay back and looked up at the pouring rain, awaiting the approach of her sweet, warm mouth up my open legs.
The scent of our previous lovemaking must have been heavy. Her nose nuzzled deeply the soft contours of my satisfied organs.
There seemed no drive in the soft pleasure she was taking; she seemed not to be providing pleasure so much as taking it, though in taking it she gave me one of the sweetest sensations of my life.
I lay looking at the rain or the top of her head, or, at most, her brow. I felt her tongue licking my scrotum and no doubt tasting the dried juices there. She sucked my balls one at a time, taking them into her mouth, gently now so as not to hurt me, and then rolled her head so as to catch the long, drooping length of my peter over her nose, she held it up for me to see on her nose, smiling at me as though she just remembered I was there.
"Hah," I grinned. "You're going to get yourself in trouble down there."
She tipped her head slightly, catching the great, flaccid worm on her tongue as it slid off her nose. Quickly she coaxed it into her mouth as you would a gigantic noodle, her lips formed around it in an exaggerated pucker. She slid her mouth down its now growing length 'til her lips encircled the haired base and the slowly stiffening length nestled and curled inside the warm, active cavity of her mouth.
The deep stirring in my groin began to grow more agitated; I began to feel the urge to rotate my hips.
She sucked in her cheeks so as to tighten her grip and slowly slid her mouth off toward the growing head which had been nestled in the back of her throat. As she did so, the stem, as if by being exposed to the air, hardened--almost as if she had determined the final shape with her lips.
I could not control the gasp that came out of me as the glans head awakened and flared in her mouth, like an enraged cobra, or the heavy breathing that came over me.
"That's beautiful," I said, drawing the words out without realizing it. "Don't stop."
Her lips closed tightly around the shaft behind the head, and she moved her mouth slowly back and forth the small distance that she could, looking now at me, giving me pleasure deliberately.
Her own body lay stretched out between my legs, her feet near the fire, her head in my lap. I had this view of her as she worked on me, her sloping back, the rounded curve of her buttocks. She had her elbows under her now, and all of her fingers toyed with my balls, the bag tightening as my excitement grew.
I reached down with my hand and placed one finger on her cheek, still sucked in, tightly hugging the bulbous head. I felt it slide inside her mouth, saw the shadow of its slow progress across her cheek, back and forth, from front to back; as she moved, it stayed solid and upright.
There is no describing the sensation as one slowly feels the sinking of one's consciousness, in fact all the sensation of the mind and body, sinking, or being drawn out of one, being replaced with the warm and then hot spreading glow, and then building still more to a pain of heat until one is nothing but a great throbbing cock-the whole body is a giant pump whose sole purpose is the production of a few spoonfuls of fluid. What a great trick it is on our egos that we are so often brought back to earth in this way.
"Mar!" I called suddenly through a great catch in my throat. "Don't! Stop! I'm about to come." The first small contraction had already begun. "Not this way!" I cried, "not yet!"
I believe she was disappointed as she withdrew her mouth from its heavy tit.
"I've already come twice," I apologized. Finally gaining control of myself, I looked down at her. "Wow!" I said. "Fm sorry, baby, that was nice, but we've got all night." She smiled at me. I took her face in my hands, an action that reminded me of the afternoon, and leaned forward to kiss her still warm lips. I'm sorry, darling," I couldn't stop apologizing. "You can suck me 'til the cows come home later. We've got all night."
I felt of myself, tried to bend my erection down to ensure that it would be controlled. Marlis grinned at me now, forgetting her disappointment.
"I love doing that," she said cheerfully. She looked down at my cock, still standing hot and red. "Is it going to be all right?" she asked, as you might inquire after someone's toe you've stepped on.
"Yes," I laughed, "I caught it in time."
We smiled into each other's eyes for a long time before I got up and put more wood on the fire.
Mar lay back in the pillows where I had been and looked up at the rain. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she sighed. "Here in front of the fire, with the rain coming down like that."
I turned to look at her body glowing red, each curve of her flesh emphasized by a dark shadow. i looked at the dark triangle of matted hair between her legs and knew instantly what I would do. I dropped to my knees quickly and bent to fill my mouth with the matted dark hair. So dry was it, and so heavily encrusted with come and sweat, that it was stiff against my tongue. I slathered it with my spit, wetting it, relishing its taste and smell. I filled my mouth and nostrils with its aroma. My cock, which had begun to subside, arched rigidly upward again, trapped between my thighs and down-bent belly.
The flesh of her cunt was soft and giving under my tongue and lips. I licked the hairy outer lips clean, from the crease that divides the mound of Venus from the bottom bulge of the buttocks to the sweet reservoir of her navel. I licked several times, tasting, smelling each drop, each succulent odor, drawing them into my mouth and nose.
"Paul!" she screamed suddenly. "Paul, i can't stand it!" Her hips ground themselves into my mouth. "Oh, no!" she shuddered.
My mouth became a frenzied sex organ, opened as wide as I could open it, filled with her hot, streaming, hairy lips. I could not stop biting and prodding her deep insides with my tongue. The more she wailed the more excited I became.
"Ooooooh fuck!" she cried. "Oh, nor
Grabbing her legs, I drew them up in the air over my head and held them there with my hand on the bottom of her thighs, never for a moment stopping the pummeling my mouth was giving her soft, open wound of a cunt. The come was running in her. I lapped it with my tongue, swallowing it, savoring it as it slid over my tongue.
I made a point of my tongue and drew it into her hole, roughly jacking it in and out of the soft, giving passage, tasting in my frenzy the pungent-ness of her depth.
Suddenly her thighs clasped themselves around my ears, holding my head immobile; still my tongue reached toward the hot furnace between her legs. She screamed soft and low as her body twisted first to one side, then the other.
After several moments of this her legs relaxed and she ceased to move. My face sank back into the open maw. I took a deep breath and buried my face in the wet, yielding flesh.
"Oh, Paul...Paul...I...My god...what are you trying to do, I can't stand any more. Please, please...Stop! . . . " She was exhausted and out of breath. "Please, Paul, that tongue of yours. Please stop." Slowly I lifted my face out of her seething crotch and looked at her exhausted, satiated face. She looked down at me and managed a weak grin. "Your face," she said. "My god, your face." She reached down between her own searing thighs and took my wet face in her hands.
She drew me up and kissed my mouth, drawing my tongue and sucking it, her lips and tongue avidly savoring the taste of herself on my face. She kissed and licked my face, wet from ear to ear with her own juices.
When she had finished, we lay back together and looked up at the rain.
"Is there any way up on the roof?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Let's go out in the rain," I said, pulling her up.
We went up a long flight of stairs leading from the hallway to an entry in the roof. I unbolted the door and pushed it open. The rain cascaded in on us.
We turned instinctively against it. "Come on," I yelled, and we plunged sideways out the door into the cold downpour.
Underfoot I felt the cinders of the rooftop hard and sharp. We had come up on the back of the building right next to the rising glass canopy that arched on its steel beam over the main room. Looking down we saw the flicker of the fire on the wide stone hearth and the mounds of pillows, the imprint of our bodies still discernible.
Our bodies and hair streamed with rain in a few moments. I grabbed her in my arms and ran my hands over her back playfully.
"You're covered with goose bumps," I called, over the welter of rain on the glass.
There was a low wall that ran round the top of the roof. The floods of rain ran toward the drain in the middle of the building. Mar grabbed my hand and, reacting against the need to keep moving, we ran around the inside of the wall, looking down. Broadway ran in front of the building, almost deserted on this night, with its callers and barkers under umbrellas huddled in their doorways, its tourists and whores forgotten. On the left was the side of an old hotel which Mar said was used variously as a rooming house, a hotel, a whorehouse, and even a boarding school for bartenders.
"Anyone looking out of those windows can see us," she told me, laughing. "I've been watched before," I yelled.
"I've seen plenty through those windows from here, too," she laughed.
On the other side of the building was the alley in which was located the door into the studio part of the building itself.
"Hey, what's on the bottom floor of this building?"
"A nightclub. Didn't you know that?"
There's your door," I said, leaning out to see if I was right. "Hey, there is someone back there."
"Where?" she leaned out, too. There was something white moving toward the back of the alley, dimly discernible in the sheets of rain.
"What's back there?"
The two buildings come together and there's a sort of loading alcove." Mar's voice had lowered several steps. Grinning like children on a prank, we sneaked toward the back of the building and slowly stuck our heads over the side.
Directly on the other side of the narrow alcove facing the opposite wall, a sailor, his uniform drenched with rain, his pants down around his knees, was thrusting into something unseen against the wall in front of him. The dim, irregular sound of groaning and gasping drifted up to us through the heavy drops of rain.
"Somebody's getting some head," I said.
Marlis laughed under her breath. "Some hard up whore, that," she said.
"More likely a boy." We giggled quietly together, then I forgot about the alley and what was happening below. I tugged lightly at her shoulder, pulling her up from the wall. Her hair was streaming down around her face; her body was cold under my arm and running with rain. I pulled her to me, our bodies crushed together. I leaned and kissed her on the full cold lips, my cock trying to rise against the pressure of her cold stomach.
"Is there any place up here we can fuck?" i panted into her ear.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes." She led me to the back corner of the roof. "There's a sunbathing pallet here someplace," she said.
My body shivered from the cold and desire that had suddenly taken possession of me.
AH the tension of our playing in front of the fire suddenly welled in me and I could hold back no longer.
"I've got to fuck you right here." I shoved her roughly down on the narrow pallet. Her body glared white in the drenching rain; I threw myself down on top of her. My body throbbing urgently, I pinned her shoulders down with my forearms and thrust her knees apart with my leg.
Her resistance incensed me. "Stop it!" I yelled at her. I forced her knees apart
"Paul!" she screamed. "Paul, wait!"
"Shut up!" I screamed at her. I rammed my hips between her thighs, forcing them open. Somewhere I was aware that they were cold and clammy against my hips. My cock hard as steel once again, I pounded at her, trying to find the hole.
I cursed her violently, forgetting even who she was, or that I knew her. I kept stabbing and feeling the cock slide first up her belly, then down over her rump.
Her arms suddenly clung to me, holding me to her. She cried out to me. "Paul! OH PAUL!"
In a frenzy of heat I stabbed my hand between our bodies and grabbed my cock. Holding tight I rammed the head into her cunt and aimed it at the hole at the bottom. Gaining entrance at last, I plunged into her, a heavy grunting tearing at me as I rammed my body down on hers. She was mine, my bitch, my mare. I paid her whining no attention. Her tears and crying out sent only more heat to my mind.
I made her body support my full weight, only my hips leapt off her and plunged back again, sending the long rod of steel stabbing into her.
Gasping painfully she tore at my back with her fingernails, beat on me with her fists, gurgled and coughed in the driving floods of rain, and wrapped her legs hard around my back. I plowed her open furrow with bludgeoning force, arching my back and driving with everything in me all the way into her each time, feeling the topmost part of her passage grab the tip of my prick, and hearing the breath leave her body with each stunning blow.
Her screams suddenly turned to tormented growls. Her head came up and her mouth closed on my shoulder.
Driven by the pain in my shoulder I lurched harder into her 'til the pain spread from all corners of my body, from my bruised groin to the sharply bitten shoulder and cascaded down my spine, tingling and arousing every muscle.
Then, without warning, a consuming shudder swept over me; deep in my guts the dam had already burst. Convulsions exploded in my spine, shaking the teeth out of my shoulder. Deep out of sight gasps of sperm racked out of me, deep potent streams of fluid sprayed the ravaged body under me, thrilled the throbbing, lusting cunt, drenching like a fire hose a burning building, 'til the fire was at last out, drowned, cold and wet.
When it was over our bodies collapsed into the hard pallet, hers under mine, wet with the rain, steaming with hot come and even sweat.
We lay like animals in the rain, crying and saying nothing.