Chapter 12

Before I could respond to Uncle Malcolm's question, Marie spoke up, asking, "Will you excuse us girls for just a few minutes, Malcolm honey? I want to show our two bunnies something in the powder room."

That surprised me. I glanced at Laura. She made a gesture with her head, telling me to come on and ask any questions I had later. The three of us trooped away into Marie's luxurious dressing room and bathroom. Once the door was closed, Marie turned on me, demanding, "Why the hell don't you smarten up and stop this hick-from-the-sticks act? You don't turn a man like Malcolm on the way you have, then just tell him to forget about it and put your clothes on and go home."

"Don't you talk down to me, damn you," I snapped right back. "Why didn't you tell us about the son-of-a-bitchin' TV cameras in the very first place? I'd never have done anything to turn him on if I'd known about them first."

"You wouldn't know about them now, if it'd been left up to me," Marie shot back at me. "You're a spoiled, empty-headed little brat who can't stand knowing too much without having it blow your simple mind. Malcolm was a fool to have told you anything. He should've known better than to've tried to treat you like an adult. I suppose I really shouldn't feel sorry for him."

"Screw you through the ears," I told her. "You don't feel sorry for him at all! You're jealous, that's what's got your persimmon cunt turned crosswise."

"I'd be as simple-minded as you are if I didn't wish I could turn on a man like Malcolm the way you seem to," Marie declared frankly. "When a man like that goes for a girl, he can do a lot for her in more ways than one."

"He'll probably never invite us out ever again if you disappoint him now," Laura chimed in. "Why'd you have to go teasing him all up like you did if you weren't going to go through--" I cut in sharply, "Because when I was teasing him up, I didn't know we were on candid camera! Haven't you been listening?"

Laura glanced at Marie, appealing, "Isn't there someplace--"

"My walk-in closet there," Marie interrupted, gesturing to a door opening off the dressing room, "doesn't have a camera covering it. And the floor's carpeted."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place, in- stead of making with the lecture bullshit?" I demanded. "If you're really so worried about him not getting disappointed, get your ass out of here and send Malcolm in."

A minute later Malcolm joined me as I stood in Marie's closet gawking at the biggest array of the most beautiful dresses I'd ever seen in one place. And shoes! I hadn't dreamed any one woman in the whole world could own so many different pairs of beautiful shoes. I guess I must have looked a lot like some drooling-mouthed kid in a candy store, the way Malcolm chuckled.

Then he asked, "Would you like to own a closet like this?"

I said, "You can keep the damned closet, just give me all that's in it!"

That brought another chuckle out of him. He said, "You'll likely wind up with a closet as big and as well stocked as this for your personal maid. Have one at least five times as big and ten times as expensively stocked for yourself. I have a hunch you'll develop expensive tastes like wildfire, once you get started."

I put one hand out and brought the fingertips stroking lightly upward from Uncle Malcolm's balls to the very tip of the sensitive underside of his stiff cock. That brought a little sigh of pleasure out of him. I glanced around at the closet where we stood, murmuring, "This little old closet's bigger'n a lot of whole bedrooms back in Wyoming. There's a nice soft rug on the floor and Marie swears there's no snoopy candid cameras spying on us in here. No one'll be the wiser about anything we do in here. Why don't you give me that loving big screw we're both wanting so much we can hardly stand it?" I stared in amazement when Uncle Malcolm shook his head. He glanced past me at the floor-to-ceiling mirror covering the back wall of the closet, declaring, "I'd know. I like being able to face myself in a mirror, like seeing someone I know can be depended on to keep his word when he gives a promise."

I glanced at our full-length reflection which revealed every move I made as I continued caressing his hard cock. I said, in a tone full of innocence, "Golly, what a lucky woman your wife is, having a husband who's so utterly dependable about keeping his promises."

He laughed and slapped me on the bare ass affectionately, declaring, "You're a real meow cat when you feel like it aren't you? But I'm not the hypocrite you obviously think. It just so happens that I don't have a wife."

"You poor, lonely man," I said in mock sympathy and bent quickly to kiss the purplish head of his swollen cock. Then I let my legs sort of crumple under me and sank down upon the softness of the thick carpet. I hardly got my ass on the floor before he was down there beside me.

I may have been still only a green kid from Wyoming, but I'd learned that in order for any woman to make love to any man the very best she possibly can, she has to learn the territory. There's one hell of a lot more to every man than his cock that should be loved and thoroughly stimulated in order to load him with a full charge of sexual sensations. In fact, his cock is the very last part of him that should be given prolonged attention.

I'd read in one of the books Laura and I had smuggled into our room that the very first thing a smart woman does in starting to make love to a man is to give her attention to his head. The inside of his head. That she never forgets the vital importance of arousing him mentally. That she begins her campaign by creating pictures in his mind that will set him on fire.

I told Uncle Malcolm, "I'm going to eat all of you. I'm going to act like you were covered with whipped cream and I'm going to lick and kiss and suck every delicious part of you."

I pushed him down flat upon the floor and bent over him. I murmured, "What's more, I'm going to enter you, going to penetrate you, even if you won't penetrate me. I didn't promise anyone anything about not doing anything I wanted to. And I want to go into you, lover. I want to feel the warmth of you around me. When you feel the slippery, sucking, licking hotness of my mouth around your tingling cock, I'm going to be feeling the slippery, gripping, hungry hot-ness of your ass around my fingers as they reach deeply, caressingly far inside you. They'll drive you nearly crazy with added sensation as my greedy mouth eats your electrified cock."

I suddenly covered one of his nipples with a hot, wet kiss and sucked it into my mouth. Instantly the tiny nipple became excitedly erect inside my mouth. Like a majority of men, he owned a pair of nipples that were more sexually sensitive than he may have previously been aware of. While my mouth was busy kissing and sucking and teasing one nipple, then the other, my hands were busy too. Moving over his body, caressing his inner thighs, giving his balls and hard penis a loving flick in passing, then zig-zagging upward across his lower belly. I sucked and licked and kissed. I lightly, teas-ingly, caressed the front of his body until I had him panting with short, gasping little moans of pleasure.

Then I turned him over on his belly abruptly. Quickly I mounted him, pressing my hot cunt against the cheeks of his ass. I wriggled it back and forth against him while I kissed and nibbled and licked at his ears and the back of his neck. All the while my hands kept busy too. Stroking upward lightly, caressingly, along the sides of his upper legs to his flanks, thrusting into the hollow just above his hips until I touched the hardness of his cock momentarily as it lay sandwiched between his belly and the floor. Just a touch was all I'd give it. Each time he'd groan and grind his ass upward against my feverish cunt. It was obvious that I was giving him sensations that were keeping his blood pressure climbing.

I kissed and licked my way downward over his marvelous muscular back. Now and then I gave him just the tiniest nip with my teeth. Several times I discovered places that were especially responsive. Before I reached the small of his back, I suddenly changed my posi- tion, switching ends. I plastered my hot cunt against the back of his neck and gripped his head between my thighs while I resumed the journey of licks and nibbles and kisses toward his ass. I put both hands in under him, gripping his hardness lovingly with one while the other began tickling and teasing the head of it. He began making little humping motions with his hips, fucking my hand as he uttered low groans of pleasure.

My mouth reached the crack of his ass after I'd given him a series of nips scattered over the cheeks on either side of it. I released my loving grip on his hard cock and thrust both hands in between his thighs and spread his legs open wide, opening the crack of his ass, revealing the puckered, brownish asshole. It still had the faint, sweet smell of the body lotion he'd rubbed into his skin while he was in the steam room with Marie. What's even more likely is that she'd rubbed it into his open pores. Regardless of how it got there, its fragrance still lingered, clean and sweet and inviting.

I flooded my tongue with saliva and licked wetly down across Uncle Malcolm's puckered asshole. He gasped. I licked on across the sensitive area between his asshole and his scrotum. His first sharp gasp turned into a sighing little moan. I licked on downward as far as I could across the lower part of his balls. Then I came back up and started all over again.

As my hot tongue touched Uncle Malcolm's asshole that second time, an explosive, "Good Lord!" came gasping out of him. I stayed right with it that time, licking around and around it. Then I began thrusting at it with the tip of my tongue, trying to lick into it, saturating it with my saliva.

When I had Uncle Malcolm's asshole thoroughly lubricated, I raised my face away from his ass abruptly. I quickly coated my right forefinger with saliva, then gently but insistently began working it into his asshole. That brought another explosive, "Good Lord!" out of him. The muscles closing his asshole tried to resist my intruding finger, but I worked it through their resistance and slipped on inside him. My exploring finger felt the hotness of his inner body close around it. It was strangely exciting to me; I felt my wet cunt, rubbing back and forth against the back of his neck, grow even hotter and wetter as the juices of my rising excitement began gushing from it.

I began thrusting my finger in and out of Uncle Malcolm's tight asshole. A shuddering moan came quavering out of him. He renewed the little humping movements with his hips. I leaned down and bit him lightly on the cheek of his moving ass. Then I pulled my finger out of his asshole and said, "Ready or not, turn over!"

Instantly Uncle Malcolm turned himself under me. Before I realized he was on his back, his face was buried in my curly muff. His mouth began to gobble greedily at my drooling cunt, drawing a grunting moan out of me. Lord, but that slurping mouth and tongue of his felt groovy on my feverish cunt. I spread my knees wider, letting my ass sink lower so he didn't have to raise his head off the carpet to get at me. It felt heavenly. He began rapidly kissing and sucking and tonguing my cunt.

Like I always say, one good lick deserves another. I gave good measure by thrusting my finger back deep into Uncle Malcolm's asshole while I gave his cock a hot lick from its roots to its purplish, swollen head. His mouth jerked away from my cunt momentarily as he stiffened and gasped another explosive, "Good Lord!"

He grabbed my hips with both hands and plastered his face into my cunt, licking and sucking and moaning like he was going out of his mind. I started sliding his hard cock into my mouth while my finger thrust in and out of his quivering asshole. My feverish tongue was licking around and around his swollen cock as it slid slowly deeper and deeper into my mouth. My lips were tightening, releasing, and tightening again around his hard shaft like a pulsating pussy.

Finally his whole cock was in my mouth, my lips pressed tightly against the mat of curly pubic hair covering the roots of it. That's another nice thing about a man who doesn't have a horse-cock; he doesn't dislocate your jaws or strangle you when you give him a blow job. I'd learned while sucking Tom's sweet young cock to take the whole length of a reasonable-sized cock into my mouth without gagging. It takes a little practice, but of course Tom and I had gotten a lot of practice mouthing and tonguing each other before we finally worked up to real screwing. I'd learned to contract the mus- cles of my throat around the head of Tom's cock in a way that nearly drove him right out of his gourd. I tried that trick now on Uncle Malcolm. He stiffened again under me. His hands released their frantic clutching at my hips and ass. A long, strangled. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came gurgling out through the thick muff around my pussy. I had a trick that would drive even a veteran like Uncle Malcolm straight out of his mind.

I released the grip of my throat muscles around the tingling head of Uncle Malcolm's cock and began raising my head, letting his slippery cock come sliding back out of my mouth. Instantly he went back to his frantic gobbling at my steaming cunt, both hands again clutching at and kneading at the cheeks of my ass like they were loaves of fresh dough.

I began sliding Uncle Malcolm's cock in and out of my mouth in rhythm with my finger thrusting in and out of his asshole. I could feel his entire body under me, trembling and shaking with the surging waves of sensation I was giving him. That seemed erotic as hell to me, really zinging my blood pressure, along with the charge of sensation his gobbling lips and tongue were creating in my tingling cunt. It was my turn to begin mumbling, "Oh, Lordy, Lordy! Oh, Lordy, Lord!" around Uncle Malcolm's rigid cock as it stroked in and out of my mouth.

My first orgasm hit me! Talk about nearly blowing your mind! I had to clutch at my consciousness and hang on for dear life to keep from forgetting all about what I was supposed to be doing. It was almost more than I could do to resist the urge to just let myself go, to just float away on those waves of billowing sensation. But I was doing my damnedest to make it as good as I possibly could for Uncle Malcolm. I had to stay in control, regardless of how hard I might be coming. Just struggling to keep myself under control seemed to make my torrents of sensation more intense and my struggle against being overwhelmed by them that much more desperate.

I hung onto myself and kept sucking and licking at Uncle Malcolm's cock and stroking in and out of his quivering asshole with my finger. Just as I began to come for the third time, a great shudder went through him. His cock began jerking with intense pulsations that sent his hot come juice geyersing into my mouth and throat in torrents. I nearly strangled, almost unable to swallow it fast enough. I gulped Uncle Malcolm's come-juice down, gasped for breath, and kept on sucking him until I'd drained him dry.

I'll say this for Uncle Malcolm, he didn't slack off just because he'd shot his wad and the rocket ride was over for him; no, he kept right on scarfing away at my cunt like his appetite for my honey box was insatiable. As his hard started melting, he sent me shooting off on my fifth orgasm. I let his wilting cock slip out of my mouth and ground my teeth the way I'd been dying to, my head rolling back against my shoulders. Lordy, but it felt good not having to control myself any longer. I pulled my finger out of his asshole and raised my upper body a little so I could push my pulsating cunt down harder against that marvelous mouth of his. The burning tip of his tongue went flitting around my blazing clitoris. I turned loose completely, at long last and began to really blow my mind. I heard someone screaming like she was being torn limb from limb, then felt surprised as I sensed that the sound must be coming out of me.

There was a sudden blaze of light in that fancy closet which had become my entire world. Even though my eyes were clenched tightly shut with the excruciating intensity of my raging sea of sensation, I sensed the blaze of blinding brightness that suddenly surrounded us. My eyes flashed open. I saw concealed lights blazing from all corners of the small room and from overhead. I froze, my orgasm chopped short. The lights went off as abruptly as they'd come on, leaving only the subdued indirect lighting we'd had when our supposedly private session began.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded in alarm, not absolutely certain my mind hadn't blown a fuse. On the floor under me, Uncle Malcolm pulled his face from under my cunt, his mouth and chin covered with a lather of my foaming juices. He grinned up at me and chuckled, "Smile, sweetie, you've just been on candid camera again." He pointed at the mirror. "That's a big one-way window and this supposed clothes closet is actually a very carefully lighted photography studio especially designed to produce exciting candid stills, rather that TV type motion pictures."

"I could kill you! The whole bunch of you!"

I fumed. Then suddenly I saw the ridiculous side of it. I looked down at Uncle Malcolm and began to howl with laughter.