Chapter 14
They slept well that night, with the girls sharing the bed and the men sleeping on their respective cots. When morning came, Hamp got up and went into the bathroom, where he showered and shaved as quietly as he could. When he was dressed, he kissed Wiffie on the lips, and as an afterthought, leaned over and kissed Elvira's cheek. He was about to leave when Peter woke up, and looked over to see what was going on. Hamp gave him a brotherly pat on the shoulder as a gesture of communal friendship, and left the apartment, heading for work.
Peter and the girls got up not long afterward, and spent the morning talking. Elvira discussed her past life, and the illegitimate pregnancy that had brought her, at age twenty-three, to New York. Wiffie surprised, told Elvira how she had come to the city for the same reason, and with that the two of them were friends. Later in the day, Peter got out his paints and proposed a mural; the two girls quickly undressed and let him paint them.
Elvira thought being painted was great fun, and asked if she could try it again sometime.
"Stick around," Peter told her. "Why not live with us for a while?"
"Oh, I couldn't!" the girl replied, though she was obviously pleased by the invitation. "I wouldn't think of imposing. There just isn't enough room in the apartment for a fourth."
"Where there's friendship, there's always room," Peter insisted. "Isn't that right, Wiffie?"
Wiffie, who was becoming enthusiastic about the idea of having a friend of her own sex around, agreed.
At three-thirty, Peter announced that he was going uptown to buy art supplies. "A fellow in one of my classes told me about a place on Third Avenue that has some great bargains in paints," he explained. "I figure I might as well stock up, and maybe I'll look around at the galleries while I'm up there." He kissed the girls good-bye and departed, leaving Wiffie and Elvira nude and covered with paint, to clean his brushes and their bodies.
While Wiffie began to wash Peter's brushes, Elvira dug into her large shoulder bag and came up with a small vial of grass. "Want some?" she asked, holding the bottle up so Wiffie could see it.
"I don't know. I mean don't you usually save it for special occasions?"
"Don't be silly," the girl answered. "Besides, this is a special occasion. After all it's not every day that I move into a new apartment with three groovy people."
Elvira rolled a joint and lit it, then handed it to Wiffie. Wiffie smiled self-consciously and took a deep drag then passed it back. They sat on the floor, handing the joint back and forth and rapidly getting high on the marijuana.
Soon Wiffie lay back, and failed to protest when Elvira began to play with her pubic curls.
"Have you ever thought of shaving your pussy, Wiffie?" Elvira asked.
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I guess it's just that you're so young and pretty that you'd kind of look cute with a bare snatch."
"Why don't you shave yours?" Wiffie asked, hearing her own voice filtered through the sweet reverie of the pot.
"I just wouldn't look right. I had the baby, you know, and it stretched hell out of my cunt. I don't want to advertise the baby to every guy I meet the minute he sees my crotch. It turns some guys off. They're afraid you've got the baby hidden somewhere and are just waiting to pounce on them and get married so you can make the kid legit."
"Well, they find out once they start playing with you down there, don't they?"
"Yes, but most of the time they're too far gone by then. I just don't want them to notice my droopy flaps the minute I undress."
Wiffie lay quiet for a while, puffing on the joint each time Elvira handed it to her, not seeming to mind that her friend's fingers had moved farther down the mons and were now resting just above the hidden bud of her clitoris. She tensed slightly when Elvira let the middle finger move below, but the sensation of pleasure was greater than her inhibitions, and with another drag of grass smoke, Wiffie simply sighed and let the girl have her way.
Soon Elvira shifted position so that she was lying with her head near Wiffie's pubic patch. She pulled one of Wiffie's legs toward her slightly, pushing the other back and revealing the vaginal lips. She moved her own pussy close to Wiffie's mouth, and hoped that her genital perfume would inspire the younger girl to take a more active interest in the proceedings. Elvira's index finger prodded Wiffie's clitoris, followed up by a quick darting caress with her tongue. Wiffie stirred slightly, and exhaled deeply with pleasure.
Elvira's tongue was expert, and as it moved up and down Wiffie's love lips, occasionally settling on her clit for a moment before dashing back to the hole between the inner labia, Wiffie began to respond with gentle stirrings and secretions and sighs of pleasure. Soon she had her own face buried in Elvira's pubic hair, and was breathing deeply of the heavy odor from Elvira's crotch.
When Elvira thrust a finger into Wiffie's vagina, Wiffie hunched closer so that the older girl could suck full-force in and out. Wiffie, meanwhile, was using her mouth, too; her tongue was exploring Elvira's voluminous vestibule, caressing the organs of another female for the first time.
Wiffie pulled her face away for a moment and exhaled with tension, then asked Elvira if she was doing all right. "I've never tried this before," she explained.
"You're doing fine," Elvira replied. She returned her tongue and lips to Wiffie's crotch, and parted her legs more. Finally she rolled over so that she was straddling Wiffie, her cunt hanging over Wiffie's face. She began to move her hips back and forth excitedly as Wiffie tongued her swollen clitoris, and Wiffie responded by bringing her knees up and opening them wider, pressing her genitals up against Elvira's mouth and enjoying the passionate work of the older girl's tongue.
They heard the door open, and looked up. It was Hamp, returning from work.
"Hi." He seemed slightly puzzled by their embrace.
Wiffie blushed and looked straight up at Elvira's bush, keeping her eyes where Hamp couldn't see them, and refraining from touching her lips to Elvira's cunt again. Elvira, on the other hand, merely nodded a greeting and resumed licking Wiffie's clitoris, seemingly unperturbed by the intrusion. Wiffie tried to bring her legs together, but Elvira forced them open all the way, and continued her licking.
Hamp came closer, to sit on the edge of the bed. He saw the look of embarrassment and fear on Wiffie's face, and smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I understand. You just go ahead and enjoy it."
"That's all right," Wiffie replied, hoping to make him think that she was participating solely for Elvira's benefit. "Elvira's had her fun. Haven't you, Elvira?"
Elvira replied with an extended no, the word coming from her throat, since her mouth was busy on Wiffie's clit.
"Go ahead. Let yourself go," Hamp urged, patting Wiffie on the thigh. He leaned over and squeezed her leg affectionately, then let his hand drift down to the edge of her fur, so that his fingers were almost touching Elvira's mouth. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, you know what
Peter and I have done with you watching, or at least with you.. .around."
The caress of Hamp's fingers on her fur and the touch of Elvira's tongue on her organs was enough to make Wiffie force aside her embarrassment and give way to desire. She reached up with one hand and squeezed Hamp's knee as he sat on the bed, then resumed kissing Elvira's cunt in a tentative manner. Finally, as Elvira's tongue started her crotch to quivering, Wiffie sank her own tongue deep into Elvira's opening and felt her friend perform a similar motion in Wiffie's smaller but equally eager hole.
Shortly afterward, they came, with hips thrashing and mouths pressed to one another's organs, their vaginas contracting around inserted fingers and tongue-tips, and their lungs bursting forth with uncontrollable gasps.
In a moment, Elvira rolled off Wiffie and sat up at Hamp's feet.
"Let's do something together," she said, winking at Wiffie and slipping a hand onto Hamp's zipper. She pulled his fly open and pushed her fingers aside. His cock was already swollen, and wet at the tip.
Wiffie sat up and helped Elvira remove Hamp's shoes, shirt and trousers. Then Elvira pulled off his T-shirt while Wiffie slipped off his shorts. Elvira kissed his chest and stomach, running her tongue over his nipples and through the hair on his belly until it settled in his navel, then drifted to the abdomen below. Wiffie already had his penis in her mouth, stroking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue and smiling within as she felt him lift his hips with a passionate arching of his back.
"Go ahead," Elvira whispered. "What?" Wiffie answered in confusion, pulling her mouth from Hamp's penis.. "Get on him," Elvira commanded. "What? By myself?"
"He's only got one cock," Elvira said with a chuckle. She prodded Wiffie with a fingertip, and Wiffie obeyed. Squatting over Hamp's organ, she let Elvira reach down and guide it. Elvira's hand then drifted about, tickling Hamp's balls and fondling Wiffie's clit, and with that Wiffie proceeded to move her hips up and down, gradually slipping into the twisting pattern that she knew Hamp loved.
In the meantime, Elvira had squatted over Hamp's face, her back to Wiffie. She held his head in her hands and stroked his hair as he cooperated by tickling her clit with his tongue.
When he and Wiffie reached their climax together, he sucked the whole of Elvira's inner lips into his mouth, bringing her to a state of shuddering contractions until, at last, she got off him and flopped down. Soon Wiffie was sprawled across the two of them, groggy and utterly satisfied.
Peter returned to the apartment not long afterward, and Elvira immediately pounced on him like a bitch in heat. She undid his fly before he could hang up his coat, and proceeded to lick his penis until it swelled to its full eight and a half inches of length.
She made him fuck her from behind; lying on her side on the bed, she masturbated her clitoris while Peter lay behind her and moved his prick in and out in a fast, furious rhythm. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingertips pinching her hardened nipples, and in less than two minutes, with Hamp and Wiffie looking on, both Peter and Elvira came, in a wild climax of groans and shudders, and heavy ejaculations of semen and love juice.
After that, the four of them had a light supper and sat around smoking pot and drinking cheap Chianti. When they'd become thoroughly stoned, Elvira made a suggestion.
"Hey," she said, "do you know the Hell's Angels?"
"Not personally," Hamp replied, his voice slurred.
"They're in California, man," Peter said. "There's no Hell's Angels in New York."
Elvira nodded. "Right. But there's a new group in Jersey City called the Horse's Balls. They're real tough, and they ride motorcycles, and they.. .well, groovy. I know; I've ridden with them a few times. What do you say? Why don't we go over and groove with them tonight? They hang around in Mugsy's Bar, and we can get there on the Hudson Tubes."
Hamp was only half interested, but Peter thought it sounded like an interesting idea. Wiffie was only half-conscious; The wine had affected her more than the pot. She didn't have any opinion at all. Finally they decided that the matter warranted more discussion, and that while they wouldn't go that night, they might go over a day or two later if the idea seemed good at the time.
"It's going to be really groovy," Elvira kept insisting. "You just don't know what it's like. These guys are really wild, and their chicks are pretty far out too. It turns me on just thinking about it."
Suddenly Elvira grabbed Hamp's hand and placed it on her cunt. "Finger-fuck me, man," she told him as she pressed his hand against her swollen love lip. "Make me think of those cycles and those wild, wild rides."
Hamp let two fingers slide into her vaginal opening, which was still slick with the semen Peter had pumped into her a few minutes earlier. "Come on; your whole hand," she insisted, and Hamp responded by bringing his four fingers and thumb together and shoving them in up to the last knuckles.
"Deeper, for Christ's sake!" Elvira loosened the muscles surrounding her vaginal entrance and pushed her crotch down on Hamp's hand, which she held in place by tightly grasping his wrist with both her hands. His hand sank halfway into the gaping hole, and finally, with a great sucking plop, she drew the whole hand into her cunt, clear to the wrist.
"Horsepower!" Elvira said between gritted teeth. "Cylinders, Hamp! And pistons!" She grasped his arm and pushed it even deeper into her quivering vagina. The heavy odor of her juice filled the air as she squeezed her organs about his hand.
"Rev that engine, baby!" she shouted, and began to rotate her hips, at the same time thrashing her crotch up and down on Hamp's juice-covered hand. She pulled his face to her bosom and held it tightly as he let his mouth open and surround the end of her right breast. "Bite me," she said softly. When he didn't respond, she shouted it. "Bite me!"
Hamp obeyed, sinking his teeth into the swollen corona of her nipple until blood began to trickle forth. As he bit harder and harder, a series of spasms took hold of Elvira's cunt, causing it to close about Hamp's hand and wrist again and again, gripping so tightly that he actually felt pain at the peak of each pulsation.
When her orgasm had subsided, she fondled Hamp's now-erect penis until it, too, discharged its energy in an excited climax of seminal squirts.
"That was nice," she whispered when both of them were completely finished. "I'm a nympho, you know. I'm absolutely insatiable. You're good to me, Hamp, and I won't forget it. Just wait till we get to Jersey City, and I'll show you a real wild time."