Chapter 13

In the master bedroom a low wattage lamp provided the only illumination. Mitch dropped off his happy coat and stood there strong and naked. Kathy was nude in just a second.

"May I use the bathroom?

It was right off the bedroom. It was so quiet Mitch could hear the tinkle of water in the bathroom and then the rumble of the toilet paper roll-next the flush.

Mitch got under the covers and waited. Kathy took some five minutes. He wondered what she was doing. She came out hesitantly and got under the covers. Mitch let his hand go smoothly down her neck, her breasts and her stomach, only barely touching the pubic hair and then down her thighs.

"Frightened?" he asked.

"Yes," she said honestly.

He kissed her and she returned the kiss. "Oh," she said, "I wish I wasn't such an inexperienced girl in these things."

"You'll learn," he said. "I'll teach you."

"With Dale," she said dreamily, "it just happens. I never really do anything. What do I have to do? Do I have to touch you?"

She put her hand on his chest, a hard stomach and then let it slip down to his penis. It was hard and erect. She handled it daintily as if it would break. Then she said, "Well, what do I do now?"

He said huskily, 'There's nothing much for you to do. I'll do it all."

He kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples and cupped her pubic triangle with his hand.

"God," he said, "I'm so hot. So hot. What can I do for you? This?"

He slid down her body, kissing as he went. He let his tongue slip into her sex and licked with force.

She gasped, "Yes," she said, "that feels so good."

He licked at her hoping she'd have an orgasm. That would make him very happy if he could do that. He tried hard reaching up with both hands to her breasts as he did. He chomped on her until his jaws and his tongue hurt. Once she breathed hard and bridged her body but she didn't have a climax.

Then he decided to give that up. He lay beside her again. "I'm soft," he whispered. "Help me." She teased him gently.

"You want me to kiss it?" she asked.

No, he didn't want that. Somehow she was something special and that was humiliating, he felt. She played with him for a while but he didn't get as hard as he should.

"Let's try it," he suggested.

She was very wet from her own juices and his saliva so there was no question of tightness. But he wasn't hard enough. He couldn't tuck it in.

She moaned with anticipation but he couldn't fill her. He cursed.

"Wait a while," she suggested. "You're tired from kissing me-sucking me there," she corrected.

"Son-of-a-bitch, fuck" he cursed. "It isn't that. Lately, the last few months, I have trouble keeping a hard-on. Me, the all-around stud of the swinger parties. At 35! Wouldn't that give you a laugh." He cursed some more.

She mothered him. "Mitch, don't be impatient. It's because I'm new and different. Maybe you're afraid of my timidity. We have time."

He hit the pillow a whack with his fists. "Bastard," he shouted. "No, it's not that. I've been having trouble with Liz too. That's the rottenest part of it. She thinks it's her fault-that she doesn't turn me on anymore. I'm such a son-of-a-bitch I let her think it, to save my ego. Liz is the most exciting woman I know. I'd give anything to...."

Kathy remembered her scene with Liz in the bathroom. Yes, she was an exciting woman. She wondered if Mitch's failure in the bedroom had driven Liz to that scene.

"Don't give up," Kathy said. "I won't. I've read about men who have to have everything right, especially the time and place. Do you know with some men, it will just be a smell or an unusual sight that will turn them on?"

Mitch was desolate. He had tried everything with Liz lately and nothing had worked. But he asked, "What do you suggest?"

Kathy said, "I'm just an amateur but Dale says I have quite an imagination. Like do you want me to sit on you? You know what I mean."

Mitch said disgustedly, "There's nothing to sit on."

"But," said Kathy, "when we first started, it was hard, very hard."

"I know. That's the way it is. There's no accounting for it. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it's as big as an axe handle and just as hard. Then I start with Liz and jelly-goddamn it, jelly."

Kathy tried hard to think back on all her experiences with Dale but nothing much had happened that paralleled this. Dale was always ready. Just once when he hurt his back surfing he had trouble but he was in pain then. Otherwise Dale could lay her all night.

"There's no reason you should suffer just because I have this problem," Mitch said. "I'm going to give you head and make you come even if it takes all night. And to hell with them out there, they can make their own fun and wait."

"But," said Kathy, "I want you to be happy. Let me try."

She felt terribly sorry for Mitch. She liked him. She wanted to help him. She kissed down his body until she came to his flabby penis. She kissed it and licked her tongue over it. No reaction.

Mitch groaned out of pure frustration.

"Stop worrying," Kathy said. "Just relax. Stop thinking. You say when you're sleep it happens. That shows your sub-conscious is okay."

She used both hands and her mouth for some time. Mitch cooperated with an up-and-down motion but it didn't help.

He was cursing again. "Here I am with the loveliest girl in the West and my stupid cock is dead. Stop." He pushed her head away, pulled her up to him and turned her over on her back. "Just relax," he said, "while the best head-man in town gives you a work-out."

He spread her legs a little more and buried his face in her crotch, determined this time to give Kathy the maximum pleasure. This time he didn't waste his hands on her breasts. He used his fingers in the two holes that meant the most.

Kathy squirmed. No one, but no one-even Dale-had ever touched her rectum before and this man had his finger in it. But she had to admit it felt good even though strange.

My God, Kathy wondered, what would happen if anyone ever walked into this room. They were on top of the covers now with enough light to see exactly what was going on. If it weren't that it felt so good she'd have gotten up to see if the door was locked. But Mitch was trying so hard, she couldn't disappoint him.

Soon he came up for air just when the tingling and the heat were concentrating in one spot and she thought something might be happening. He put a pillow under her behind which meant his face could meet her head on instead of him having to grovel into the covers.

He started again burrowing into her. She must admit Mitch had patience. Dale had tried it a few times but he gave up after a few minutes. Once she begged him to keep going but he had said his tongue hurt.

She tried to concentrate and realized Mitch wasn't hitting the exact right spot. She rolled a little to one side until he did. "Ah," she said out loud and Mitch redoubled his efforts.

He came up for air again. If he continued to do that she'd never come, she thought. But she couldn't criticize him. Poor man, he had enough troubles.

He asked her to turn over on her stomach. She did but wondered, "What is he going to do now?" She soon found out. He wangled his head in clumsily from the rear and sucked at her that way, meanwhile his fingers moved in and out of her.

She started with dismay when his tongue went into her rectum. It was warm and wonderful but how could he do it?

After a bit she asked if she could turn on her back again. She liked it better that way. "Are you tired?" she asked him. "Would you like to stop?"

"I love it," he said. His jaw was aching but if he made her climax at least there'd be some satisfaction. He blamed himself for what had happened.

He went into her with double the verve. She spread her legs further apart to give him greater access and once he was set and in there she closed her legs on his head. It felt better.

She tried to reach down to play with him but she couldn't get down that far. She resolved that if he brought her to climax she'd do the same for him no matter what.

Kathy shifted so that he'd hit that small spot, the spot she needed rubbed and toyed with. She felt a warm feeling in her groin and her heart was beating faster. Muscles in her thighs twitched. She felt a tightening in her vagina. "Yes, yes," she said.

Something was happening now for sure. "Oh, don't stop Mitch," she begged. She prayed he'd keep going. He did with increased tempo.

Her back was bridging so that she was squeezing the rim of the hole into his face. Wet smacking sounds were coming from the meeting point of him and her. "Yes, yes, Mitch," she mumbled. The most wonderful sensation was building up in her. Never had she ever felt anything like this. In the purple haze she was in she wondered why a tongue was so much more effective than a penis. It didn't seem fair.

The sensation was building until she felt if something didn't burst she would not be able to stand it anymore. If she didn't come right now she'd have to push him away. She couldn't bear it. "Oh Mitch, Dale," she moaned. "Do it. Do it." She screamed, "Do it!" And then she came in waves of great feeling.

Mitch shouted, "I've got a hard on." He jammed it into her and he started to pump but it faded into jelly with nothing happening.

Thelma heard Kathy's scream in the other room and said to Irv, "That son-of-a-bitch stud Mitch has done it again."

Mitch began to sob. Kathy rocked him in her arms like a baby. "Don't worry for a moment. You gave me the greatest thrill I ever had and I will do the same for you. You watch. Don't give up. I'll do it."

Kathy remembered something. She fumbled around the dressing table until she found some perfume and a handkerchief. She wet the handerchief with the perfume and came back to the bed.

She patted Mitch's testicles with the perfume and strong heat went into his genitals. It was almost painful.

"It'll work," she promised.

She lay on her back and made him roll over on top of her and tucked his penis into her pussy. Using her two fingers as splints she moved in and out of her pussy.

It was exciting to her.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"I like it," he said, "but it's not getting hard."

She kept moving in and out, pulling on his penis until even in its softness it was large.

"Keep going," he whispered. "I think if you keep it up I'll come, hard or soft."

"Put your arms under me," she commanded. He held her in a tight grasp. She made him pump with his whole body while she drove his soft penis into her between her fingers.

"It's good," he whispered.

"Yes, Mitch," she said. "I love it. It's good." She went faster.

It was like masturbating, she thought, but not exactly because she had a soft penis between her fingers. Faster and faster she went and began rocking her body into him as he pumped furiously. Both were sopping wet and she was so hot. But it was so good.

"Please don't stop," he begged. "I think it's coming. Don't stop!"

"No darling, I won't," she said. She wouldn't for a different reason. She was near orgasm again. Faster she went. His penis was soft but long and she could feel it heating up. Her fingers were going a lot faster than their bodies were pumping.

He whispered in her ear, "Put your other hand-finger-in my asshole."

She'd never done that before in her life but she did it now and Mitch groaned. "Faster," he begged.

She felt an orgasm coming. It was unbearable. She'd have to come now-now! He screamed, "Oh-h-h-h."

And she screamed with him. They had come together. A soft penis and two fingers.

In the other room Thelma heard the screams again and said, "That S.O.B. is endless. He'd screw a snake and make it come."

Mitch sobbed again. "Nothing. But at least I came. I swear to Christ if this keeps up I'll slice it off with a knife for all the good it does."

"Now, now," Kathy tried to soothe him. "You see. You had an orgasm. That's the sign of life. Soon you'll have hard-ons again. I'm sopping wet. You came a trunkful. That's a good sign, too. If you need me, you can always come back to me."

"I'm a fake," Mitch said, but he had stopped crying. "A lousy fake. I'm a goddamn homosexual fag. Not a man."

"You can get shots," she suggested. "They work."

"Oh, shut up," he told her. And then he fell asleep. She was drowsy too so she slept.