Chapter 2
Selina waited till three o'clock before Wendell arrived. He was an hour late, and she was boiling mad. Who the hell did he think he was? The son-of-a-bitch!
"Sorry," he said, aware of her anger. "Sorry I was late. But I got caught up in a meeting. You know how those things go. You never know when they'll end."
"Oh," smiled Selina, "it's all right"
What else could she say?
The two of them had a couple of drinks and then Wendell invited Selina to come over to his apartment on Livingston Street, a very exclusive section in Hartford.
"But you said you wanted to talk to me about something important," said Selina. "Why can't you tell me here."
"Because I prefer not to," answered Wendell, caustically. He took Selina by the hand and led her out the door. She followed quite docilely, just like a puppy dog.
In the cab, Wendell put his arm around her waist, squeezing her voluptuous belly with great tenderness Selina didn't know what to make of any of it. What was Wendell trying to do? Was he making a pass at his brother's wife? Was he trying to seduce her? Was he bringing her up to his apartment for business or for his own personal pleasure?
From what Selina had heard about him, it turned out that Wendell was quite a ladies' man. The local gossip was always chattering about his latest capers. In the past five years there had been no less than seven paternity suits instituted against him. He was acquitted on all of them, though he should have been found guilty. He indeed, was guilty.
Now he was sitting next to Selina, his hands fumbling at her dress. He slipped his arm over her shoulders and pressed her close to him.
"You needn't be afraid," he whispered softly. "You'll only get what you want."
"What do you mean?" asked Selina, trying to lose herself from his grip. She made only a very feeble attempt. Though she sensed that some strange and morbid game was being played out she nevertheless felt a mysterious attraction toward the perpetrator of that game. Down deep she knew that it was dangerous to follow Wendell. Her female intuition warned her that it was some kind of a trick. Wendell was out to destroy her. There was no doubt about that in her mind.
And yet she followed him. Somehow she couldn't resist. He attracted her, in the same way that a flame attracts a moth. Her libidinal hunger drove her forward making her follow him in spite of the risks.
Just looking at Wendell made Selina's mouth water. It tantalized her appetite. It excited her. It made her hungry. She was so hungry that she would have eaten him right there, in the taxi cab. Hut she restrained herself.
Instead she pressed her soft young breasts against his shoulders. Her fingers rubbed gently across his crotch, massaging with great delicacy.
"You like it?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"You bet," she whispered, obscenely. "I'm very hungry. As a matter of fact, I'm starving. You wouldn't want your poor little sister-in-law to starve. Tell me, darling, would you let little old me starve?"
"Well," whispered Wendell, "I don't know. Hasn't my brother John been feeding you?"
"But he doesn't know how to satisfy my hunger." Selina laughed. "It'll take a man like you to fill me up."
"Well," smiled Wendell, "I've got lots of rich lean beef. I've got more than enough."
"And ..." asked Selina, "can you make it the way I like it?"
"I'll make it any way you want it," was the instant reply. "Whatever you want, you'll get."
"Thanks ..." whispered Selina, pressing her tender bosom against Wendell's arm.
The taxi came to an abrupt halt Wendell paid the driver, taking Selina's hand and leading her to his apartment. A well decorated place, the mahogany walls were covered with Japanese prints and original Picasso ink drawings. The floors were thick with comfortable red and blue oriental rugs.
"It's beautiful," cooed Selina, "it looks just like a playboy penthouse."
"It is," replied Wendell, handing the girl a drink.
Selina stepped out of her shoes and started dancing around the room. It was an obscene dance and every so often she would lift her dress and spread her legs erotically.
"See what I got down here," she whispered, pulling down her panties. "I've got a beautiful Spanish pussy. Wanna see my pussy?"
"Yes," nodded Wendell, who was sitting on the couch, sipping his vodka and lime.
"If you wanna see my pussy," laughed Selina, "then you gotta let me look at your cock. When I was a little girl I used to make all the boys undress and walk in front of me naked. I loved to look at their balls. I guess all women are like that. They love a man's genitals. It intoxicates me. It makes me delirious. It makes me wanna get down on my knees, like a bitch, and suck them off."
"If you want cock meat so much," said Wendell, "then why do you treat my brother John so badly. That's the reason I invited you over here. John has been telling me that the two of you haven't been seeing eye to eye. He told me that you won't let him come into bed with you."
"Fuck John," was the girl's reply. "Your brother is an asshole. Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about us. I wanna get laid. I wanna eat cock. It's been over a month since I've had a man. And believe me, I'm as horny as I've ever been. God, am I horny."
Wendell gave out a nervous laugh, unbuckling his pants. He let them drop-to the floor. Selina could see his erection, as it bulged under his jockey shorts. She ran to him, like a frenzied woman, like a wild bitch, and ripped them off.
"It's beautiful," she exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "You've got one of the most beautiful cocks I've ever seen. How long is it?"
"I don't know," was Wendell's answer. "I really haven't measured it"
"Then I'll get a ruler and I'll measure it" said Selina frantically.
She ran to the kitchen where she found a measuring tape. Returning to Wendell, who was taking off his shirt, she got down on her knees and kissed him on his calves and thighs and buttocks, scratching his chest with her sharp nails.
"Stand straight" she commanded. "I wanna measure it. I wanna see how long it is. If it's long enough, I'll let you stick it into my pussy."
She took Wendell's erection in her palms and straightened it out measuring it from the base to the head. She seemed satisfied, jumping up and down wildly. It was seven and three-quarter inches long.
"That's pretty good," remarked Wendell.
"Well," said Selina, an evil smile on her face, "I guess you pass inspection. But I want you to know your brother has one that's longer."
"How long is his cock," asked Wendell, angry.
"It's eight and a quarter inches long," said the girl with the long black hair, in a tone of pride. "He's a pretty big boy, that brother of yours."
"So am I," replied Wendell.
Selina was silent, unzipping her dress. She pulled it over her head and threw it across the floor. Wendell stared at her. He could see that her panties were soaked through. They were wet with vaginal fluids. The sweet smell of erotic delight wafted through the air. Wendell breathed deeply, filling his lungs with her smell. He delighted in it Never had he met a more tempting morsel. Never had he seen a more delightful piece of ass.
He walked over to her and unhooked her brassiere, taking the girl's fine young breasts in his hands. They were so soft and so tender. They were like two pieces of delicious fruit. They were like two mangoes, delightful to the touch.
"Kiss them," ordered Selina.
She was no longer in control of herself. She was now a slave to her senses. To her libidinal lusts. Nothing mattered any more. The only thing that was important to her was to gain satisfaction. She longed for relief from the burning fire that sprang up in her loins. It was driving her crazy. She was in a frenzy.
Her clitoris throbbed hungrily. It was red and wet with the juice of sexuality. It ached with hunger. It burned with sensation. It was uncontrollable. Selina, like all other women, had only one thing on her mind at that moment. Only one thing was important to her.
Sex does strange things to people, especially women. It turns them into tigresses, with burning eyes and flashing teeth. Selina was a tigress. She was turning over to the demands of her lust. She wanted to get laid. She wanted to eat cock. She wanted Wendell to eat her pussy.
"Kiss my breasts," she ordered once again, nuzzling Wendell's lips to her cleavage. She moaned in excruciating delight as his teeth bit into her nipples. She was flying high, on cloud nine, lost in a reverie of masturbatory fantasy. A spark of electricity shot through her whole being as Wendell's tongue licked her bosom. He was down on his knees, licking her just like a wild dog.
He ripped off he panties and silk stocking, tearing and squeezing at her pink buttocks. The girl squirmed delightfully, squirming and gyrating, as his tongue darted between her legs, licking the sweet meat of her pubis. With the expertise of a professional, Wendell performed cunnilungus upon her.
After stripping her naked, tearing the French garter belt which clung to her voluptuous belly, Wendell lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Throwing her onto the bed, like Tarzan, he jumped in after her, his whole body tingling in anticipation.
"Eat my pussy," Selina moaned, as Wendell gently massaged the insides of her white hot thighs.
"Eat me ... Eat me ..." she repeated over and over.
"You bet honey," was Wendell's reply.
He placed his lips on hers, kissing her, while his palms were stroking the hair of her pussy. It was delightfully soft and it reminded Wendell of a little furry animal.
Slowly Wendell's mouth descended across the girl's naked shivering body. He kissed her breasts and pink nipples. They were such delicious nipples, and Wendell slobbered over them, sucking and biting on them. They grew firm and erect in his mouth, like two hard red cherries. For such nipples a man would be willing to die. Just to behold the exquisite delights of those firm young breasts a man would gladly consent to march against the devil. That's how much pleasure they could bring. That's how much pleasure Wendell felt.
Slowly and deliberately he continued his exploration of the fair maid's naked body. He kissed her fleshy stomach and voluptuous belly, slipping his hand between her legs and underneath her buttocks. He caressed and fondled them, experiencing supreme ecstasy.
Finally, when he could hear Selina moaning, his lips nuzzled between her legs. His mouth was on her twat. He kissed the wet labia which formed the outer folds of her vagina with great tenderness. He licked up the pussy juice which was being excreted by Selina in great quantities. She was hotter than a firecracker. And she tasted so delicious. Though Wendell was no gourmet, there was no doubt in his mind as to the excellence of the meal he was in the process of eating. It was pure ambrosia. It was the food of the gods. It was a meal fit for a king.
Breathing in deeply Wendell inhaled the sharp vaginal odor being secreted by Selina's genitalia. It smelled better than the most exotic of perfumes. It had an aroma and a vintage which could compare with the most exquisite wines. Indeed, it smelled like heaven itself. Just like heaven.
Wendell started eating ravenously, his lips sucking at Selina's vagina. He could never remember being so hungry. He could never remember enjoying a meal quite so much.
Selina, for her part, lay prostrate on the bed, biting her lips, as the man ate her pussy. She squirmed with delight as she felt Wendell's tongue, like a lascivious snake, dart in and out of her vagina. She gasped for breath as she felt the orgasm mount on her insides. It was building up. Her heart beat fast at a frenzied pace. She closed her eyes and screamed.
"Ohhhhh ..." she yelled as the cataclysm rocked through her body. Her hands flayed wildly. Her feet kicked in every direction. She was getting what she longed for. She was getting satisfaction. And a man was bringing it to her.
"Ohhh ..." she moaned again. "I'm coming. I'm coming!"
Like a bolt of electricity it made her jump and kick all over the bed.
"Thank you," she finally said to Wendell, after the last wild tremors had passed. "Thank you very much. I don't know how I can repay you. I've never been able to reach a climax with a man before."
"Not even with my brother?" asked Wendell, curiously.
"Especially not with him," was Selina's answer. "That's the reason I stopped fucking for him. I figured it was no use. He just couldn't cut the mustard. He just couldn't satisfy me."
"But I did," said Wendell proudly.
"Yes," sighed the girl. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
"Well," said Wendell, "the pleasure was all mine. There's nothing like a good piece of fresh pussy pie to break the daily monotony. You can't believe how good you tasted to me. I can't remember ever tasting a piece of cunt that was so delightful. It was so natural. You're not like some of the girls that I date. Do you know what they do?"
"What"
"Well, there's this girl named Nichole," said Wendell thoughtfully. "She works in the accounting department of my company. You'll never believe what that bitch does. She smears this pussy deodorant all over her cunt."
"I would never do that" said Selina. "I believe that a girl should be natural. That's how all the girls in Spain are. They're natural. We know that a man loves to suck pussy juice. A man likes the bittersweet smell."
"You bet," interrupted Wendell. "There's nothing in the whole world quite like it. I am invigorated by it. It refreshes me. It pumps me full of life."
By this time Selina had spotted Wendell's erection. She was growing tired of talking. She was an action girl. She looked at the fine white meat of the man's hardened cock and her eyes gleamed. Her teeth flashed a wicked smile.
"I'm hungry," she whispered, staring at the man's genitals. "I'm hungry for cock meat."
Wendell got to his feet standing in the middle of the bed, his arms stretched out toward the ceding.
"Then eat, my love," he whispered. "Eat from the tree of knowledge and sip from the chalice of opportunity."
Selina couldn't have been more enthusiastic, rushing at Wendell frantically. She fell to her knees, kissing his hard muscular stomach. There was no holding her back. In a moment her mouth was on his balls.
She gently fondled his balls, stroking him gently between his legs. With her tongue she kissed and licked the head of Wendell's throbbing organ. It was a big as a tree. He was, indeed, a big boy.
Selina kissed his loins and knees, squeezing and scratching his buttocks. Just the feel of him made her body go weak and limpid. She suddenly felt very much in love. She would do anything for this man. She would become his slave, if he wished. All she asked for was the right to touch him.
Wendell felt sparks of flame jump through his insides, squirming, as Selina bit into his magnificent organ. She was really putting her heart into it. She was giving it the old college try.
Wendell could tell that Selina was not experienced in the art of fellatio. Instead of sucking she was biting. Indeed she was biting so hard that he could feel the blood flowing from a gash which she had inflicted. He screamed in excruciating pain. He almost fainted as Selina continued with the blow-job.
She kept sucking and biting and scratching, lost in a reverie of sexual fantasy. She felt titillated when Wendell finally climaxed.
He shot his load right inside of her mouth. It came barreling from his genitals and she gulped hard, swallowing the salty tasting semen.
"Are you all through, my love?" she finally asked, licking the sticky fluids with her tongue.
"I'm all petered out," he smiled. "Give me an hour to reload."
"But I have to go home," whispered Selina. "What will my husband John think."
It was almost six o'clock. If she hurried she would make it home before him. She quickly got dressed, kissing Wendell, who escorted her to the street.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," she smiled, "I really spent a delightful afternoon."