Chapter 19
Henri Lageule was dreaming contentedly of slim models parading down a platform in Chinese-silk tea-cloths, when he was startled awake by a loud, insistent rapping.
"What's that?" he said, startled, sitting bolt upright on his mattress.
"Yes, but the body-perm is not bad, really-" Gwen was saying. Suddenly, she registered the sound of Lageule's voice. "Oh, you." She looked toward him. "What did you say?"
"What's that?' he repeated, gesturing toward the door. The knocking was very loud now, an insistent hard pounding that shook the frail woodwork.
"Oh, my," said Lily, looking over her shoulder. "I think there's someone at the door." She made a futile effort to cover her gleaming nakedness with a sofa-cushion then gave it up with a shrug.
"What's an old gal like me got to worry about?" she cooed, with a grin at Lageule.
Gwen rose, gathering her bathrobe around her. The pounding had increased in momentum, and it was apparent that a few more such blows, and the door would cave in.
"All right, all right, hold on, I'm coming," called Gwen to the unseen visitor, as she hurried to the beseiged door.
"What time is it?" quieried Lageule of Lily.
She bent down to her pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Holding up the suit-jacket she had worn, she consulted the large gold watch pinned to its front.
"Quater to seven," she replied. After a moment she said, "Who on earth could be calling on my daughter at this outrageous hour!"
Gwen opened the door a crack, and peered out.
The door was rudely pushed wide open.
"All right, all right, I knew what you're all up to-disgusting, that's what it is, downright disgusting!" came a strident male voice.
Lageule saw the burly figure of a very large, and very angry looking man silhouetted in the door-frame.
"Aha!" cried the visitor in a fury, "there he is! I'll get him." He advanced forward in huge strides, the bulging muscles in his legs working furiously.
Lageule tried to crawl under the mattress.
"Whoa, there, Buddy, you don't get away that easy! No, sir!" Lageule noticed that the stranger was slurring his words noticeably. He felt a rough hand on his bare buttocks, and smelled simultaneously the reek of cheap whiskey. Reluctantly, under the insistent pressure on his ass, he crawled backwards from out under the mattress.
"Aha!" said the stranger truculently, "Naked! I might have guessed! And not only my daughter-but my wife too! You-you-" he almost gagged on his slurred anger, "YOU SLOB!"
"Oh, really Harold!" cried Lily, "be reasonable, for once."
"Yes, Daddy," cooed Gwen, "don't make a fool of yourself."
"ME! Me-make a fool of myself! What about you two?" slightly in drunken bewilderment.
"Here, sit down. Daddy, and have a cup of tea," said Gwen coaxingly and calmly as she guided the burly man to the sofa. He allowed himself to be seated. Gwen winked at her mother.
"Well, Harold," began Lily, plunking her naked body beside that of her husband. "I'm surprised at you, truly surprised."
He looked speechless, from his wife to his daughter.
"On two counts, in fact," continued Lily in a matter-of-fact tone. "Firstly, that you ever thought of coming here-I mean, that you could ever show such interest, it's very unlike you, you know Harold ... " She mused a moment, "and rather flattering, actually," she continued, smiling. Slowly, she slid her naked body a little closer to that of her husband. He looked down at her gleaming thigh, speechless with bewilderment. With a dazed expression, he accepted a cup of tea from Gwen, and sipped it automatically.
"And secondly," Lily was continuing in a calm but serious tone, "And secondly, I'm surprised at you Harold, because of your appalling lack of manners. How could you come here in such a state, and be so utterly crass and impolite? That shows an appalling lack of manners, Harold." She winked at Gwen. "And what must Henri think of you now?" She gestured towards Lageule, who sat amazed on his mattress.
Harold said nothing. He looked up for a moment, at Lageule, absolute bewilderment on his face.
"Minny told me you were here," he mumbled finally.
"Minny is our maid-not a very good one, I must admit, she's from Switzerland, though, and I always feel one must give foreigners a chance you know," Lily explained to Lageule.
He nodded, bewildered also by this feminine logic.
"And furthermore, look at you," Lily said in a maternal tone, "you've got that expensive suit all mussed up." She be-gan to brush at the rumpled shoulders of his suit. Her hands moved deftly over and tried to straighten his crumpled tie and shirt-collar.
"No, it's no use," said Lily after a moment. She sighed loudly, dramatically. "You'll just have to take it off. We'll send it to a twenty-four-hour-laundry. After all, dear, you can't appear in public looking like that; it's a positive disgrace!"
Harold offered no objection, as she began to take off his clothing. She peeled off the jacket and shirt and tie. Her hands moved down to the buckle of his belt.
Suddenly Harold seemed to come out of his daze. "Lily," he said, putting down his tea-cup, "Lily, I have a question to ask of you, and I want an honest answer. I'm perfectly sober now." He seemed sober-apparently the tea and the atmosphere had had their effects.
"Lily," queried Harold earnestly, "you have no clothes on." His eyes took in her body as if seeing it for the first time. "Have you been-doing things, Lily? Have you been doing things with this-man?" He paused, his eyes boring into his wife's face.
Gwen was smiling, her dimples making deep and sweet creases in her soft cheeks. She winked at Lageule, and he felt his prick growing hard and hot again, as he remembered the 'things' Lily had been doing with him.
"Well, Harold ... " cooed Lily, "you know, you have been ignoring me so dreadfully ... "
"DID YOU DO THINGS'?" he bellowed.
Lily had put one hand to his belt-buckle, while the other roamed through the dark swirls of hair on his chest. Now she leaned over, teasing his chest with the pert, hard tips of her ample nipples. Harold squirmed; it was obvious that he was not as calm as he wished to appear. Lageule, watching the scene with intense interest, noticed a definite bulge in the crotch of the other man's trousers.
"Well, Harry ... " purred Lily again, "now what do you think?" she beamed at him, her eyes full of provocative gleams that Lageule could see from even across the room. Her hand fumbled with his belt-buckle, then went on to lower his zipper.
Harry's breathing was audible, it was coming in quick, short gasps.
"I mean, you know, dearest," Lily was crooning as she lowered his trousers below his knees, "if you'd pay more attention to me ... "
Harold squirmed, raising his thighs from the sofa to help her peel down his underwear. In a moment he was totally naked. Lageule noted with mounting excitement that his prick was strong, pulsing, erect-and not only that, it was enormous! It was a really gargantuan rod, it looked about a foot long-he could make out, even from across the room, the huge steel-hard shaft with its lower ridge of firm, pulsing tissue, and the wonderfully large round head, swelling and straining, in urgent hunger. What a tool!
"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed Lageule, in involuntary admiration, "Mais, c'est magnifique!"
"He's French, isn't that wonderful. Darling?" said Lily to her husband as her nimble hands began to stroke their way down over his belly.
Harry smiled at his wife. Then he looked over at Lageule. and grinned in modest pride.
"Why on earth don't you use it more often?" queried Lageule in amazement. "A colossal thing like that ... "
Harold looked a little crestfallen. "I know," he admitted. "I guess it was sort of unfair to my wife, not to deploy it more ... wasn't it, Dearest?" He turned affectionately to Lily. She beamed at him, her hand going down to cradle and juggle his balls, while she kissed his chest tenderly.
"It just sort of happened, I guess-you know, when you're married and all ... " he continued to Lageule. "and also. I kind of thought that Lily didn't like that sort of thing ... " He bobbled his wife's nipples playfully.
"But apparently I was grossly mistaken!" he concluded with a grin.
Lily nodded, smiling, and suddenly bent her head to bury it in his bristling crotch.
"Oh, my god!" cried Harold in amazement and joy, as he felt his wife's mouth sucking on his hot, hard penis. "Lily! LILY!!!"
She sucked harder, her mouth pushing down firmly on the tingling flesh of his cock and then rising again to pull the loose and sensitive skin deliciously into her mouth. He squirmed in mounting ardor as her head jerked, pistonlike, up and down, taking his huge and burning prick in and out, out and in.
"Lily!" was all he could gasp. "You never did this!" And then his voice became lost in incoherent mumblings of rising ecstasy, as his whole cock took fire from the momentum of her mouth-thrusts, and he began to push himself upward from the hips, shoving and grinding madly, seeking to embed his burning rod deeper and ever-deeper into his wife's waiting, eager mouth.
"Aiiheee!" cried Harold loudly and triumphantly, as the tingling waves of fire mounted from his ecstatic nuts to the very outermost tip of his huge pulsing cock. "AAIIIHHEE!" It was marvelous, delicious, a never-to-be-forgotten sensation!
She hummed a little with one ball, and then changed and took the other little sac into her mouth, while Harold writhed and squirmed in his seat, his passion mounting beyond all control.
And then-just when he thought he couldn't stand another instant of this exquisite pleasure-just when he was about to burst, to explode, to splinter into a thousand fragmentsshe slid one skillful hand up through the ridge between his legs, found the tight little hole of his anus, and stuck her moistened finger right in!