Chapter 2
I was wending my way through the milling crowds in the railroad station, thinking of my previous experience with Felicia, and also day dreaming about the future experiences I hoped to enjoy with Carla, the delectable but slightly addlepated young lady who by now must be furious because I had not shown up the night before.
Oh, well, she probably found a ready, although inferior substitute on which to vent her delightful animal desires. I wasn't worrying ... secure in the knowledge that with the money I had forgotten to return to Felicia, and a plausible excuse to soothe the ire of a woman spurned, I would soon find myself between Carla's legs.
As I settled myself into the comfortable seat thoughtfully provided by the railroad, I mulled over the perplexing but refreshing experience that was Felicia. I could still see her white form lying radiantly on the bed ... her rose-petalled breasts pointing high in the air ... her long alabaster legs spread wide ... her vagina, a cacophany of color, a dark shadow that was the resulting place for my prick, surrounded by thick red lips, shining from the moist drops oozing down from the tight canal that had sucked and squeezed my cock-all framed in a halo of silky hair.
I could feel a wave of desire sweeping over me ... The train wheels went clickety clack, clickety clack, and my prick, entrapped by my pants, pulsed to the rhythm. Unfortunately, I bought no magazines when I got on the train so I scanned the occupants of the car to quiet my racing brain. My first glance caught a business-like male, his eyes absorbed by the contents of the bulky Sunday Times. My second glance was more rewarding....
Walking down the aisle, swaying from side to side with die train's motion was a pert creature, finding difficulty in keeping her equilibrium and, at the same time, preventing a heavy overnight bag from hitting the occupants of the aisle seats.
My eyes quickly roamed over her entrancing figure. Her breasts pushed against her bodice, tight like the rest of her dress which imprisoned smooth lush curves, and firm round hips that tapered off into solid thighs, ill-concealed by the clinging dress material.
She came abreasts of my aisle seat when a sudden lurch tossed her against me. With arms flailing in the air, she sat wide-eyed on my lap, her perky little hat askew on her head, and, as she tried to retrieve her balance she apologized breathlessly:
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"On the contrary," I returned, "it was a pleasure."
She flushed under my gaze, then hastily tried to regain her footing. As I picked up her bag which had fallen to the floor, I exclaimed: .
"Please, why don't you take my seat? I'm beginning to feel a little cramped anyway." Her face relaxed, she murmured something about 'how very kind I was' and she sat back in the seat with a deep sigh, stretching out her legs in a languorous pose. I was almost tempted to race my-fingers along her exciting thighs. Instead however, I thrust my hands into my pockets and stood there in the aisle, running my eyes over her opulent charms.
Her breast was heaving when I suddenly noticed that she was staring-and her gaze was centered at my pants! For lo and behold! my prick was pushing out the cloth of my trousers like some beckoning finger. She looked up, seemed to bite her tongue and a rosy hue came into her cheeks. Rather than let silence embarrass her, I said:
"How about coming back to the club car with me for a few minutes. It's getting a little stuffy in here anyway?"
"That's a grand idea," she replied, and gave me her hand. I helped lift her out of the seat.
As she walked in front of me down the swaying aisle, I thought how I would have liked to carry her out of the seat with my hands beneath the cheeks of her ass. I was hypnotized by the sight of that resilient, compact flesh that wiggled in front of me and invited a thrust from my cock that was now seeking release from its right confines.
The club car was very crowded for which I was extremely thankful. We found two seats on one of those small lounges that brought our thighs closely together. I ordered two drinks, and as she brought her drink to her lips, I noticed that her hand was trembling. She gulped her drink down greedily, then exclaimed:
"I needed that. I've just spent one of the most harrowing twenty-four hours of my life! Incidentally, since I seem to be laying my soul bare to you, what is your name? Mine's Grace Holt.."
"Hello, Grace," I said, with my best smile, "It looks like we have a great many dungs in common. I've had a rather disconcerting time myself." I introduced myself (Bob Longis) and learned that she had been to a fraternity-house party die night before. The evening was progressing nicely until her escort was driving her to an all-night restaurant for a late supper.
"It's funny I hadn't noticed it before, but his driving showed that he was getting drunker by the minute," she said. "We'd all been drinking pretty heavily-you know how these weekend parties are, but we'd been dancing quite a bit, and the effects of the liquor gradually wore off ... except on the silly boy I was with. As die miles sped by, the car moved faster, until we were zigzagging madly back and forth over the white line on the road. When we approached a curve, he slowed down a bit, dien I pushed my foot on the brake and jumped out of the car. He cursed at me, oh, you should have heard him! and when I refused to get back into die car, he slammed the door, sped down die road ... and there I was, stranded in the middle of nowhere."
"Certainly not a gentlemanly thing to do," I remarked, feeling a delightful pressure of her thighs as she relived her experience in its telling.
"I should say not," she retorted, "Why do you know that I walked for what seemed like miles, until a kind truck driver picked me up and drove me into town."
"Why didn't you wait for one of die other cars in your party to come down dio road?" I asked.
"Oh, I would have been terribly embarrassed," she replied. "And so I changed my clothes at the station after arriving in town, found an empty bench and slept rather restlessly until I got on this train."
I moved closer, slid one hand along her leg, quickly, in an outwardly comforting manner. The feel of the sheer, soft dress material under my fingers as it moved slightly over firm flesh sent shivers up my arm. I looked closely into her eyes and murmured softly: "I could never leave you like that, in the middle of the road. In fact, I could never get so drunk that I'd be so insensible to your charms."
I felt her thighs move more closely together as if the words stuck a chord deep down inside her. She'd put her drink down on the bar, and her lips were moist as she leaned closer. Her tongue flicked over her lips, she pressed a warm hand on my wrist, and said: "I don't think I'd want you to...." slowly, calmly, and yet her words, simple as they sounded, were fiery. I quickly searched for another bill, and ordered a few more drinks ... but I really didn't need them. Grace had a peculiar glint in her eyes; her breathing was getting heavier, and her knees were pressing closer, almost as if they were trying to force their way between my thighs and touch the palpitating force of my prick....
The time passed quickly. The conductor announced that we were approaching the city, and the lounge car quickly cleared out. We were suddenly alone. My fingers were tracing little circular motions under her arm pits; I could feel her warm, soft breasts as they nestled against my warms. I squeezed my arms together a little as I said, "Aren't you still unnerved a little? Don't you think that I should make sure that you get home all right?"
Her answer was in her movements as she reached toward her pocketbook on the bartop, shrugged her lithe body, thrust forward a silken, exciting leg, and thrust one dainty foot after another as she proceeded back to the car we'd left only an hour before, although it seemed like a century....
We settled into a taxi, her head relaxed against my out-thrust arm, her legs were up on the front seat, and her dress had worked itself back over dream-like thighs awaiting warm flesh, my flesh, to start them glowing with the heat of passion. The lack of sleep had dulled her eyes ... She had overestimated her resistance to the liquor of the night before ... Our few drinks had sent the alcohol of last night coursing through her veins; alcohol that had been defeated by the excitement of her experience; alcohol that acted as an aphrodisiac, throwing her back to the frustrating hours of the night before. She stirred underneath my arm, her eyes tightly closed, lips opened wide and tongue thrusting into the empty air. I grasped it with my lips and sucked its tip. It shot forward, deep within my mouth. Her hands reached out, grasping the air, with fingers searching. I was mad with desire.
I pulled one out-thrust hand down toward my pants, molded its fingers around my firm prick. Her fingers settled outside my pants, clutching. Suddenly she awaken-ed, slightly puzzled. She lifted her arms, rubbed her sleep-filled eyes, and said sheepishly, "Forgive me, please, you've been so nice. I'm tired, I didn't...."
Her words trailed off as I quickly moved my hand up her smooth thigh. Immediately, in a reflex action, her legs spread; she sighed as my hands moved over her stocking top, up past die edge of her sharp girdle that stood as a flexible protectorate over the tiny area covered by diaphonous silk. My finger protruded through her tight panties, searching out the sylvan triangle imagined in my mind. She squirmed under my grasp, her body moved forward and pushed her warm, palpitating cunt within die reach of my impatient finger.
Savagely, I thrust my finger through the enfolding flesh that surrounded her depths, and sunk it deep within her dark cavity of desire. Her body suddenly jumped upward, impaled by my finger, and held fast as the rest of my fingers settled below her soft belly and glided slowly, ever so slowly, over her soft contours. She panted.
"Please, wait. Hold me. Oh, don't hold me. Let me go, let me go. No, don't ... Wait till we're home, please, please ... Oh...."
I was surprised at her sudden passion, but realized that she was expecdng it for over twenty-four hours, that the walls of her cunt had swelled and pushed against her, waiting for the hard, decisive thrust that would relax her arms, make diem enfold themselves around the straight shoulders lying above her and pushing against her up-thrown breasts.
The cab driver threw cold water on my hot thoughts as he said: "We're here, Bud, want to get out now?" He leered and, in return, lost a tip. Poor Felicia, I thought, as I helped Grace up the steps, what would she think if she realized how her lost money was being spent. At the same time, I thought of Felicia pushing her body up to meet the hard, firm prick of someone else, and then I decided I was spending the money "in a manner to which it was accustomed."
Grace opened the door, walked across the comfortably upholstered room, and bending over, with her inviting round ass in the air, set her overnight bag down on the carpet. She gasped in surprise as my fingers dug into her flesh, felt through her dress and sensed the pliant ridges that outlined her cunt. For a moment she stood bent over, enjoying the feeling that rushed through her legs.
Then, she jerked up breathlessly, lifted one eyebrow in the air and said: "So early in the morning. Honestly!" She feigned abhorrence at the idea, then twisted her hips in a motion that set my emotions aflame.
It was a small apartment ... one room, surrounded by a tiny kitchenette, and a bathroom covered by a tiny, almost miniscule door. She shuffled across to one corner of the room and said: "Turn around now like a good little boy while I get ready for you."
I complied, then suddenly rebelled at the idea of not being allowed to watch that supreme figure being unveiled. As I turned, she had her dress over her head, her legs glistening, out-thrust, as if she expected me to slide my cock up her soft, indented flesh. I waited silently, then suddenly decided to watch her undressed statuesque figure.
There was a low-flung couch against the wall, as she threw off the last revealing garment, fragile panties with lace fringe across the edges, she fell back onto the couch, her legs on the floor and her cunt signalled my entrance into the depths of her entangled, searching being. I moved slowly across the intervening space until I stood over her body. Her legs were wide apart as I slid to my knees and rubbed my throbbing cock along her glowing flesh. She stirred, moved almost imperceptibly in a circular motion as I rubbed the foreskin of my prick backwards and forwards along her skin.
From my kneeling position, I could see the thin lines of her beckoning lips, waiting for the thrust that would mean the swollen head of my cock was penetrating her wet canal. I pushed forward quickly, heard her "Aghs" as my firm rod relentlessly chocked her pores, absorbed her wetness, and seeked to fill the bottom of her depthless well.
My hips thrust forward, slowly at first, teasing the cells that itched from the intensity of the feeling, and then, perversely, those hips rammed my sturdy prick until it kissed the wall of her womb. We were encircled by tingling sensations. I could imagine her thoughts as she lay tossing, her body high in the air, her arms scratching against my shoulders, clawing to push me farther into her fiery receptacle for round, straight cocks; hers was the flesh that consumes as it sucks life away, as it pulled the essence of existence from its position and substituted the enticing sensation of the moment.
She spun mystically around my upstanding prick as I thrust madly forward, then backward, then forward ... until I thought my hairs were rising around my balls. She lay back suddenly with a deep gasp that excited me to the roots of my Being. The head of my cock searched out her deepest darkness, then, without warning, spewed forth the liquid of life. Insensible as she was, she sucked the stream that spurted from me, absorbing its luscious, creamy flavor, and savoring its taste until I lost touch with my surroundings and gave myself up to the ensuing blackness that spiralled up from my toes, engulfed my balls, and lost itself in the majestic proudness of my prick, deeply encased in her throbbing cunt.
It seemed like days ... I was awakened by a tingling sensation that started at my thighs and slowly tickled its way up between my legs. It became intense, and yet not enough, a feeling that needed surcease, yet was satisfaction in itself. I could feel the lines of a tongue as it moved up my thighs ... stiff, warm, calmly it ranged over my skin. I reached down, moved the delectable head, softly gazed into limpid eyes, that belied the excitement aroused by warm, swiftly shifting globes of fire in a mouth of soft tenderness ... the mouth moved up, along the hairs that separated my balls and upstanding prick, then it moved swiftly up to the head of my cock ... But it wasn't Grace's!
For a moment, I could hardly breath. I moved my hand across the couch, felt a pliant body topped by conical nipples tapering off to a smooth waist.
My fingers roamed over a fold of flesh until they came to a crescent-shaped navel, then down past a full round belly, warm and swelling to the touch and finally arrived at curled hair warm with body heat. Investigating further, my hands rested against a slit still wet with my juice ... a slit I knew to be Grace's, as she lay breathing a deep sleep beside me.
Then who was this spread between my legs and sucking my cock with a mouth that was gentle as it was demanding? She must have seen my eyes open for she suddenly sat up at the foot of the couch, her cunt spread across my toes. She gave a little wiggle that forced my big toe into already moist lips, tossed dark wavy hair back over her head, ran her hands over ivory smooth hips, and said:
"Well, hello, looks like Grace brought something interesting home for a change. I'm Hilda, her roommate. Did she tell you about me?"
I looked up at her pendent breasts, tipped by red circles, and then down toward the bush of hair that held my eyes transfixed as she squatted on her haunches in front of me.
"No, she didn't," I answered. "In a way, I'm glad she didn't. I liked the way you introduced yourself."
My prick was starting to rise ... I could feel the blood pulsing through its veins, stretching my foreskin tight over the hardening flesh.
"Well," she said, "it looks like I can complete the introduction. How about introducing yourself into me now?"
With that, she moved up over my legs and sat herself down on the tip of my undulating cock. She didn't sink further at first, but moved her body in circles, teasing my tingling flesh. Her breasts were swaying before my face....
My tongue flicked out and tasted a firm nipple. Then gripping tightly with my teeth, I pushed my body upward quickly catching her body, forcing her into the air as my cock sunk into the depths of her cunt. Her muscles gripped around the head of my prick and she gasped as I bounced my body up and down on the bed, pushing my prick farther inside her with each thrust. Her body began revolving, faster and faster, gyrating her cunt as it sucked my foreskin back and forth over the rapidly expanding head. We were both plunged into fiery depths, her breast pushed itself more deeply into my mouth until I thought I would choke....
"Hilda, stop that, stop that, this instant, do you hear me...?" It was Grace, shrieking as she pulled Hilda off my body in an action so violent, it tossed them both on the floor.
"Stop it, girls, come on break it up, please," I implored. But they paid no attention to me. Both were breathing heavily, uttering short gasps as they tore at each other's hair and ripped long fingernails along heaving flesh. Suddenly their actions changed; their breathing came more deeply, but in sighs instead of gasps of pain. Before my astounded eyes they suddenly stretched out, quickly moved their svelte bodies until Grace's tongue began flicking along Hilda's thighs and Hilda buried her face in the glowing hair between Grace's legs. In their lesbian embrace, they squirmed madly, each dragging from the other, sensation stemming from their burning loins.
Suddenly, two beautiful bodies, perfectly sculptured by nature, were wrapped in a tight embrace. I could hear the sucking, caressing noises caused by wild tongues darting over sensitive pliant flesh.
It was maddening. My prick was jutting out, dripping with the furious passion pumping through my body. When I thought I could stand it no longer, their bodies suddenly leaped jerkily into the air, two animal sighs came up in chorus from the floor, and their exhausted bodies relaxed in contentment. I stared at those glowing bodies, longing to push my furiously beating prick between a pair of legs, but I could not prevail upon myself to make a choice.
After a few moments, they both sat up, and I asked: "How about me now, girls? Isn't it my turn now?"
Grace lifted a beautiful eyebrow and retorted curtly: "No! You wait until later. It'll serve you right for being unfaithful to me."
Unfaithful, I thought Ye Gods! die logic of women. Here they are writhing on die floor, sucking on each other's vibrating cunt and then accusing me of indescretion. Their manner changed as they noticed creaming drops oozing from the head of my cock. They became solicitous, and Grace gripped her fingers around my prick as Hilda got up and nuzzled her gorgeous breasts against my cheek.
"Patience, boy," Hilda breathed softly. "We're calm now. Wait until after lunch, and well be ready for you."
The prospect of screwing two women at the same time was pleasurable, yet at the same time I had misgivings. I hoped that my body cells were thoroughly rested for the exhausting bout that awaited me.
As we sat down to a delicious dinner cooked by the girls, I wondered at these two creatures sitting here with me. I'd known both girls less than twenty-four hours and here we were sitting stark naked at a pagan feast. We ate quickly, contemplating the delicious fruits of passion that we would be tasting later.
As we cleared away the dishes, we were in a carnival spirit The girls took turns grasping my dangling cock; and as they leaned over the sink or removed dishes from the table, I placed my hands between their legs, feeling the hairs of both cunts at the same time. Their love-juice seeped from the lips of their twats, wetting my fingers.
By the time the clean dishes were put away in the cabinet, we could hardly contain ourselves. We were playfully thinking of things to do together when, suddenly, Grace showed the tip of her tongue through her lips and said: "I know what! Come, I'll show you!"
Then, grasping me by the balls, she playfully tugged me across the room to a comfortable-looking hassock. She sat me down and looked at me quizzically until I suddenly got the idea and said: "You want me to kiss your delicious cunts?"
And then she brightened and excitedly exclaimed: "That's the idea! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Then she moved up a chair and rested my head on a soft cushion. I stretched out on my back on the hassock, my stiff cock sticking upward, my foreskin straining at the rapidly swelling head of my love-root seeked a comfortable resting place in a tight cunt.
The girls talked for a moment in low voices. Then Grace walked over, placed one full leg over my head and stood straddling my neck. I looked up, saw her luscious body towering above me; her breasts were thrust out, horizontal with my body, their pointed nipples aglow with a burning flame ... her long limbs were quivering in expectancy, as they stood firmly, wide apart, one on each side of me. Her hands were resting on her hips, her head was flung back and her tongue was flashing against her lips.
My gaze travelled directly upward and there was the temple before which I was bowing ... almost touching my face, the full lips of her cunt hanging down against my mouth, glowing with droplets of moisture. I quickly shot up my tongue, rubbed its thrill-tingling tip against the curled hair between her legs and pushed upward, shoving my tongue deeply into her hot dark hole, causing her cunt to contract with intensity of feeling.
As my tongue circled inside her pussy I became lost in the enveloping sensation. I suddenly felt burning flesh wrap itself around my prick. The warm feeling travelled down the length of my throbbing cock and settled itself around my hair. I realized that Hilda straddled my legs, was sliding up and down my root. I could feel the delicious, slippery sensation of moist lips as they gripped my flesh tightly in a vise from which I had no intention of losing myself.
Madly, I foraged with my tongue inside Grace's twat. Her legs became wily muscles as her body swayed back and forth with my caresses. I sucked furiously on her swollen clitoris, now throbbing against my teeth in an urgency that signalled the spouting of passion. With Grace in my mouth, her body vibrating over me, and Hilda on my cock, gyrating like a dervish while she pumped up and down, I was no longer a part of the world, but in a forbidden Garden of Allah in a secluded harem where mysteries, lurking deep in the emotions of the female womb, were leaving their warm bodies and flowing through each cell in my body. I bathed in the luxuriant hair of my love, showering my skin with her droplets of passion ... I lost myself in a warm cavity of unbounding passion, sucking from my Being the stream of life.
I could feel the slow, maddening sensation that spread across my loins, a sensation that tugged at my belly, seeking to drag my organs through my prick. At the same time I was being torn apart by the throbbing cunt in my mouth and the whirling flesh grasping my cock.
The girls, almost in unison, let out shrieks coming from another world, like high-pitched violins as all strings were broken at once and went twinging madly in all directions. Then my muscles exploded inside my cock. I could feel the maddening stream as it surged out of the head of my prick, as the rich cream spurted into Hilda's cunt, overrunning her red lips, drenching her curly hair, and running over my throbbing belly.
We collapsed together. I felt two pairs of breasts as they settled against my body. Then we dragged our glowing bodies over to the couch. I smelled the maddening scent of passion, sensed the heat as it radiated from our bodies, and as I dozed off my eyes closed in deep slumber. I heard the alarm strike six, the end of my day in the city. But what of the night?