Chapter 8
I'd been living with Lois now for almost a month. Somehow I never felt the same towards her since the night I'd returned from Daphne's apartment, her glorious form and her mysterious personality still imprinted on my mind.
Lois hadn't diminished her liking for me, in fact it increased, slightly to my annoyance as the weeks grew into a month. Strangely enough, I'd been as faithful to her as two people can be, only living together. But this wasn't due to her so much as it was to the remembrance of Karen to whom I vowed I'd never return. The experience with her was so along in human relations that I never wanted to weaken it by trying to make it spring alive. For our joining was like the first flare of a match, bright, furious, all-consuming ... But unlike a match, its white flame would never subside into a weakened yellow and then black out forever by its continued burning.
Lois was wonderful, in her demands and in her capacity for satisfying her own demands and stimulating new heights of demand. She was surprising and she liked being surprised. Many a night, she'd come home from her night club stint and, not using her key to open the apartment, would ring the bell. As I answered the door and threw it open, she'd step in quickly, open up her mink coat, and reveal, to my feasting eyes, a completely unadorned body that had not been clothed since its emergence from her scanty nightclub costume.
Usually, her hand was cupping one abundant breast which meant that I must kneel in front of her and suck on its glowing tip, before she'd thrust one beautiful leg into the apartment. Frequently she seeked to surprise me in such a manner, I'd meet her at the door completely stripped and with an erection occasioned by die bell's ringing.
Then, losing her dignified aplomb that she'd feign as she opened her coat, she would immediately kneel and suck my swollen head into her mouth, until I'd pull away before I came. On all occasions when I'd meet her at the door in moments of surprise, we'd go directly to the bedroom, melted together, not daring to separate, until we were within the confines of bed linen when we would separate for that fleeting second that marks the division of a thirsting cunt and a hungry prick between insatiable thrusts.
One night, after a particularly violent orgy, we lay silently until Lois said quietly, "Darling, tonight my producer is giving a party, would you come with me?"
"Honey, I'd come with you any time."
"No dear, be serious," she said as she cupped my balls in her hand. "The producer of our show is really giving a party. Please take me, and believe me, you'll really enjoy yourself." Her eyes seemed to glint in the dim light of our bedroom as I answered.
"Why, darling, I'll be glad to come if you'll do a strip-tease." I was kidding, but to my surprise she said:
"Why, how did you guess, that's what I told Tom I'd do since I knew you wouldn't mind. Besides," she added acidly, "Janice will be there and Matt won't."
Then I thought of how I'd met Lois on a wild double date with Matt and I tried, to hide my erection from Lois as I thought of the enjoyable time I'd had with Janice on the floor of Matt's bedroom while he and Janice were bouncing on the bed almost over our heads.
Needless to say we went to the party. That day, I slept late and missed my rounds as a vacuum salesman, actually not missing anything but the swinging breasts of maids that weren't very enticing in the first place. Around seven o'clock, I kissed Lois goodbye and promised to meet her at an address on Park Avenue at 2:30 when her club closed.
During the intervening hours, I tried to read. Lois had a particularly pornographic library, and after I'd read through a rather stimulating page of Pierre Louey's "Aphrodise" my prick was standing as erect as any tower erected for the glorification of Athena's cunt.
I decided to go out until later, before I had to dress in the evening clothes required by a producer's party, so I went down to the neighborhood bar for a while and then, finding it time to return to the apartment, I pushed open the door of the bar and staggered out into the night.
For some reason, before going into our apartment, I walked up to the roof to look up into the starry blackness of the sky. My eyes scanned the roof tops and as they descended into the courtyard below they were attracted by the glaring light of an apartment window right across the way. The shade was up, and my eyes were affixed to a female form that disrobed tantalizingly.
I gripped the roof covering as I watched a gorgeous female creature slowly strip off her brassiere in front of a mirror, then run her fingers down her waist until her hands lingered against her hips. Then, with one quick motion, she stripped off her panties and, although I hadn't looked at her head hidden from view by the top of the window frame, I could see from the patch of hair between her legs reflected in the mirror, that she was a brilliant blonde.
Her actions for a few moments were strange. She stood silently, her ass facing me as she seemed to be staring at her figure in the mirror. Then she turned around and, pushing open the window, hissed upwards, "Hey, up there, if you're interested, why don't you come down and see for yourself." Then she disappeared before I could answer her.
Figuring that I had a while to kill before meeting Lois, I descended the stairs and approaching the redhead's apartment, pushed open a door slightly ajar. I was astonished by both a coarse voice and a fantastic scene although the body involved was itself fantastic in its transfixing beauty.
She was sitting up in bed, resting against the headboard, but her legs were spread, and in her hand she held a rubber replica of a prick that she pushed in and out of her cunt with astonishing rapidity, while with the other hand she was gripping the taut nipple of a hard breast and pointing it as if she were focussing it at me.
She looked up slowly, choosing to ignore me for a few moments, and then without missing a stroke, she glanced at me from head to toe. "Hello, baby," she drawled. "That's a nice hard-on you got there. 'Come in. You looked lonesome up there on the roof. Why don't you take your clothes off, so I can see that thing pushing out of your pants. As you can see," she quickened the strokes upon the rubber prick between her thighs, "I can stand a good fucking tonight."
Abashed, embarrassed, bashful, self-conscious ... all these adjectives could be used to describe my emotions, at that moment, but one moment later, I fell in with the carnival aspects of the situation. I was speechless, fascinated by the fast motion of the black rubber prick disappearing and then re-appearing, into that blond-haloed redness that lay between the resplendent legs of this creature on the bed. In quick response to her command, I peeled off my clothes. For the first time in my life I flushed when I looked down and saw the red head of my prick sticking out in the air, pointing at the figure on the bed.
"Come over here," she said, "I didn't underestimate that swell between your legs. Come over so that I can put my fingers around it. Why, I bet if I pressed that skin back fast enough, you'd shoot clear across the room."
Quickly catching the spirit of this unconventional conversation, I retorted, "Yeah, and from the looks of that rubber candle you have in your hand, I could shoot from now till doomsday and never fill up that canyon you call a twat!"
Yipes, I thought, all this kind of talk and we didn't even know each other's name.
"Well," she said in answer, "If you feel that way...." And then she removed a dripping rubber penis from between her legs and threw it across the room.
Then she lowered her body in the bed, placed a pillow beneath her full ass, and, spreading her legs wide so that her cunt opened up invitingly, said slowly, "Hop on, big boy, and if you can do better, I'll let you know. I'll say now, I've had the best. Come on, fuck me good, if you can." Then, as she wiggled her shoulders, and her breasts swayed invitingly, I obeyed her command and dashed across the room.
Her legs opened to receive me, and I could see her love juice drip down the slot between the cheeks of her ass. Just as I lowered myself onto her body, and felt her pubic hair digging against my belly, she pushed me away and said, "Well, up close I've seen better pricks, but you can never tell without sampling the product"
Then, she put her hands behind my ass and actually forced my body forwards until I was sitting on the twin peaks of her breasts and my prick was being sucked into her mouth. Her lips were like suction cups. Practiced, her tongue roamed over the head of my cock, and for one fleeting moment, I almost screamed with the anguishing sensations she sent coursing through my frame. She looked up at me, opened her mouth, and quickly released my prick. "Well, can I suck a cock, or can I suck a cock? If you don't mind my saying so, you taste pretty good."
"Come on baby," I answered. "Suck me good, faster, faster." Which she did as she fastened her lips on my prick in a sucking action that pulled my balls against her chin. Meanwhile, I reached backwards, and started tickling her cunt. Her hair pressed against my finger, swimming in rivulets of moisture as she flowed wddly in response to the searching of my hand.
Suddenly, her frame shook, and she let go of my cock once more saying, "Move backwards, stretch out and let me feel that hard rod of yours prodding up into my belly. But first, suck my tit." And I obligingly did. She tasted more sweet as I rested my palpitating body on my hands and knees and sunk my cock deep between her legs.
She was the most talkative girl I'd ever met in my life. She reached up and her fingers coursed through my hair as I plodded in and our of her warm cunt that gripped me tightly and then released me quickly as I withdrew to thrust more deeply. I looked down at her and, to my utter consternation, she winked, saying, "My, baby, you can screw, can't you!"
In answer, I thrust violently and my balls swung against her thighs in a jarring action but not jarring enough to numb the velvet touch of her skin against mine.
Her fingers travelled down my spine, and I lowered my head to suck one up-thrust nipple into my mouth. She yelled, "Oh, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me madly, my, oh, my how you can love!"