Chapter 14
The weeks immediately following Cliff's death were difficult.
His parents flew out from their North Carolina home for the funeral. Then they flew his body back home, where he was buried.
It seemed like such a waste for so handsome, intelligent and rich a man to go that way. He had so much to live for. But in the final analysis it was the very thing that made him so interesting that snuffed out his life-his virility. It's just that it was carried to perverted lengths under the influence of too much drink.
The parents were very sweet, and Cliff's mother made a gift of Hans, the handsome Great Dane, to me after observing how attached the dog was to- ward me. I couldn't help but think that she didn't know the half of it, and if she only knew just how attached he was she would hold a different opinion. Jackie was so broken up that she decided to move to San Francisco and get a job as a cocktail waitress in a nightclub. Consuela remained, and we grew very attached toward each other, moving into an apartment together in West Hollywood. I didn't want to even be in the same apartment after Cliff died because of the memories of him that lingered.
With my twelve thousand dollars in the bank I decided to make myself a constructive start and enroll in college. After all, I had graduated from high school in Cleveland, and with honors yet.
I'm hoping to become a teacher eventually, and you know, I haven't been out with a man since Cliff died. It's like I'm real scared to get involved that way at all. Consuela dates now and then, but most of her big action is either with me or wonderful Hans.
Now I'm just beginning to shake off the tragedy, to carve out a life of my own. I do have a lot of love in my heart for both Hans and Consuela. For instance, just the other night I got back home from the library, where I had been studying, and saw them huddled on the rug looking at television.
A feeling of electricity bolted through me. I wanted both of them at the same time.
"Hello, dear," I gave her a big smile. "I thought you had a date tonight."
"I did," she nodded calmly, "but he was such a boring drip that I had him bring me home right after dinner."
"The evening's not a complete loss, you know."
"No, I suppose it isn't," she gave me a knowing little smile.
"Give me a few minutes to grab a quick shower and I'll see you in bed. And bring Hans along." "Of course," she winked.
I let the warm body soak to my skin and washed myself thoroughly. I wouldn't be anywhere but at my best for my two lovers.
The lights had been dimmed by Consuela as she lay in the bed, that olive skin sparkling. She looked very lovely. Hans was sprawled out in bed next to her. He looked handsome and majestic, as usual.
"You have such a beautiful body," Consuela exclaimed.
"I feel the same way about you. And about Hans."
"Of course. Hans is very sexy."
Hans wagged his tail as I climbed into bed next to Consuela. I reached out and gripped Consuela's breasts firmly, letting my fingers manipulate smoothly over them.
"So nice, so nice," I whispered.
I reached out and let my tongue find its way inside her earlobe. It flicked in and out as she moaned erotically. Her beautiful form began rotating from side to side and her lips reached out and plunged against mine. Now we were both breathing heavily, enjoying our bodies.
As for Hans, he wasn't about to be denied. His long tongue began slurping inside my asshole, which aroused me all the more. With that extra impetus going I let my tongue probe inside Consuela's ear all the more excitedly.
"I love you," Consuela whispered.
Once more her lips found mine. They melted against each other. While the lips remained fervently united I let my fingers roam over her hot breasts as she sighed.
Picking up the change in tempo, always sensitive Hans moved his tongue more spiritedly inside my ass. My hips were rotating and my breath was coming more heavily. The sex tempo in all three of us was building.
Hans switched his tongue movements dramatically from my asshole to my twat. It felt fantastic having him slurp away between my two hot legs. My hands ran up and down Consuela's hot ass, which was flipping back and forth.
My cunt heated up with each additional round of sucks from Hans' blazing tongue.
Next thing I knew my tongue was going to work licking the insides of Consuela's thighs. I kept working my way upward toward her furry mound. My ultimate target was that delightful V between her voluptuous legs.
"Eat me, my darling," she gasped. | I went to work on her twat, nibbling in the beginning to get her even more steamed up. The more I nibbled the more frantic her body twisting became.
"I like it, eat me," she gasped.
And while I was going down on her moist twat my own mound was being besieged by Han's stiff movements. He worked his tongue fervently as I enjoyed every delightful probing suck.
I started shooting like gangbusters. I came once, twice, then three times. All the while my tongue was manipulating itself with brisk effectiveness over her hot mound.
Then she started reacting the same way that I was under the impetus of Hans' sucking efforts. She shot once, which made me all the more eager to receive a second explosion. It came shortly thereafter. Then there was a third followed by a fourth.
By the time we were finished with our suck I had shot five times and so had Consuela.
"You have a very sweet cunt," I ran my fingers through her hair and smiled.
"You have a very talented tongue."
"It rises to the occasion where eating you is concerned. And besides, Hans was giving me a good ride with his tingling tongue."
"He's such a good guy. I think I'd like to eat him."
"Go right ahead."
"I will."
Her head plunged down between Hans' legs. Her fingers went to work on his dick. His tail wagged with delight and he licked his lips as she went to work in earnest.
I decided to give her some added support, in the same way that Hans had given it to me, through sucking. This time I felt like letting my tongue roam around that cute asshole. The second that I made initial contact with her she let out an erotic gasp. Then her tongue went to work on Hans' hard prick.
Up and down her head bobbed, her hair flying in the self-generated breeze as she sought to receive an explosion. She kept it up, spurred on by my steady ass sucking, until Hans shot in her mouth.
The fucking had stimulated me to the point where I wanted Hans' stiff rod inside my snatch.
"I wonder if he's got enough left for me," I looked at Consuela.
"You know he does. Do you wanna blow him?"
"No, I want him up my cunt."
"He's always happy to oblige."
"That he is."
I reached out and pumped up and down on that beautiful phallus. It looked so tempting the way that it was sticking out at me. While I pumped on it Consuela put her fingers to work feeling my tits, probing with soft, smooth movements.
I settled back, spread my legs, and fitted Hans' hot prick inside my snatch. He locked and I swooned, feeling his hot manhood inside me. Then he started rocking forward, pushing his prick around inside, causing me to rock my body back and forth.
Consuela continued running her fingers over my breasts as the hot fucking continued. Then she dropped her tongue inside my mouth and we Frenched.
Seconds after we began Frenching I orgasmed for the first time. Her tongue continued probing mine. They remained locked passionately while my cunt continued receiving Hans' hot thrusts.
It felt extra good to have him pump the meat to me and feel his balls bounce against the back of my ass.
Back and forth the frenzied movements persisted as he sought to finish the job he had started.
Consuela removed her tongue from my mouth and let it slide in a pool of saliva down to my breasts, which she sucked. She sucked and nibbled while the steady fucking pace continued.
"Fuck me, Hans, drive your cock inside me," I begged, enjoying each and every forward push.
The crescendo continued to build until he climaxed. I let out a sigh as the juice sprayed all over me.
"Now do you feel better?" Consuela asked. "Yes. I needed a fuck like that." "You just lie there. You've been busy studying. I will put Hans in the other room." "Thank you."
She took Hans into the other room and rejoined me in bed. We cuddled up next to each other, as we often did before going to sleep. Sometimes we'd talk for hours from that position.
"I feel so confident when I'm around you," I ran my fingers gently through her hair.
"We make each other feel very good."
"Now I'm really beginning to feel alive again."
"So am I."
We didn't have to explain anymore to each other. We didn't have to mention Cliff's name. We had hovered in sadness in the weeks and months that followed his death, but now we were finally beginning to rise above the tragedy. We were developing our own lives, as the fun-loving Cliff that we loved so much would have wanted.
I was proud of Consuela. She was going to night school twice a week in hopes of becoming a private secretary. In the meantime she worked days in a Mexican restaurant as a dancer. I was confident that she would become a success in life.
Then, in the quiet moments immediately preceding sleep, I got to thinking about those two exhibitions I participated in with Cliff. I remembered that bizarre but fascinating evening we spent at H.S. Vanderpool's home entertaining him.
Consuela and I earned between us twenty-five thousand dollars that evening for a few sex acts. It seemed like something that happened eons ago, but our futures Were wrapped around the money we had made that evening.
I wondered if I would ever find another man that could take Cliff's place, then it dawned on me that that could never happen. Cliff had something that made him unique and it would be naive of me to expect his certain uniqueness to appear in another man.
My best prospects for future happiness hinged on keeping an open mind and looking for somebody I could love and respect.
But even if I didn't I still had a sexy Great Dane and a beautiful Mexican girl who were more than happy to make love to me anytime.