Chapter 9
I never did come again that night. I got hard, all right, watching my bitch of a wife fuck Jack Deering into a stupor and then go running for more to Don Harvey ... the only man left besides myself who could still raise a hard. The bitch backed up to him and got it dog-style, too.
By that time I had pulled Sharon around and was running my cock steadily in and out of her tireless twat while I watched, and the bouncing blonde went over the top two or three times at least, before my belly muscles started to ache from the strain and I gave it up as not worth further effort that night.
Maybe I was just fucked out, temporarily. But I think there was another factor, too; my mind wasn't really with it. Sandra's suddenly insatiable cock-hunger, plus Deering's dog-like response to it and the bitch position she was in then with Harvey ... It had set me thinking. And the more I thought about my bizarre notion, the more it fascinated me.
The next day, on my lunch break, I drove over to Max Gaston's place. He was a guy I'd known casually in school ... just one of the loud-mouthed locker-room bunch, but one day he'd told me something that now interested me extremely.
I found him mowing his next-door neighbors' front yard, and after the usual how's-it-going bullshit, I got down to business.
"Max, have you still got that dog you told me about once?"
"You mean Bruno?"
"I don't know his name. The one that was always trying to fuck everybody's leg, and sniffing around up under your sister's skirt and everything."
"Yeah! That's Bruno. Christ, that mutt's horny! Did I tell you about the time this little poodle down the block came in heat and Bru ... "
"Look, Max, what do you want for him? How much?"
"What? You mean you ...?"
"Yeah, I want to buy him. It's.. .Well, it's for sort of a gag, Max, but I do want a dog, too, and I can probably make it worth your while if you 11 sell him. Or if not, maybe I could just borrow him for a couple weeks, huh?"
It was really his parents' dog, as it turned out, but Max guessed he could just tell them Bruno had run off, and they probably wouldn't be too shook up. And he sure could use fifteen dollars right then. There was this girl in school...
I paid him on the spot and arranged to come back that night, when his folks would be out, to pick up the dog.
When I got back to work, the boss informed me there'd been a small fire that morning in the plant, and everything was all screwed up; there'd be no more deliveries that day. I could take the afternoon off, he said, but he wanted me to work the next afternoon, Sunday, to help them get caught up.
Well, I'd just blown all my beer money, so I guessed there was nothing to do but go home. Anyway, I'd had only two hours' sleep after the night's activity at Skowron's, so a nap was decidedly in order.
Sandy had been dead asleep when I'd left that morning. I decided not to risk waking her up and having her pester me for more cock, so I didn't even go into the bedroom when I got to the apartment; just flopped down on the couch, fully dressed. But I hadn't even had time to close my eyes when I heard it:
"Oh, wow! More, baby! Do it!"
It was a man's voice, coming from the bedroom.
And now that I'd really started to listen, I could hear thrashing sounds, springs squeaking, low moans and heavy breathing, too.
I got up and tiptoed to the bedroom door, eased it open an inch.
It took me maybe a full thirty seconds to sort out what I was seeing. The first thing apparent was a naked guy kneeling on the bed with his back to me, his shoulders wagging as he said again, "Oh, do it, baby! Yeah!" He had a big, bright tattoo on his upper arm, by which I recognized him as someone I'd seen around the apartment house several times ... lived a couple floors above us, I think.
But besides this guy there were two others, stretched out on the bed to his left, their heads out of sight beyond thefirst guy's legs and ass... and sandwiched between them was Sandra.
She was, obviously, sucking the tattooed guy's cock while the stud underneath her fucked her. And it seemed a safe assumption that the third guy, sprawled and squirming over her ass and back, had his meat stuffed up her shit chute.
What I did then was something I never could man's cock. She spun around, smacking a knee into his ribs in the process, and sprawling across his belly.
"Tom! You can't... My God, Tommy, I just had to-"
"Hold on a minute, Denise; okay?" I covered the mouthpiece. "Could one of you guys kindly shut her up so I can hear my girlfriend?"
Mister Underneath was propped up on his elbows now, a bewildered grimace on his face as he looked from me to his buddy on the floor, then up at Tattoo. "What the fuck's happ'nin', man? I thought you said ... "
Tattoo was cool. Just as Sandra started to squawk at me again, he grabbed her hair and one arm and dragged her off the bed on his side, kicked her legs apart and piled on, slamming his mouth down on hers and jabbing with his hips until he found the pocket.
"Denise? ... Sorry. I just thought to check my wallet, and I'm afraid I can't even swing a movie tonight, but maybe we could just ride around and talk, huh? I mean, I guess I sort of need somebody to tell my troubles to, and ... You would? Great! What time should I.,."
While we made the arrangements ... seven-thirty, at a drugstore a couple blocks down from her house ... Sandra's ass man got up and ambled around the bed to see what kind of action he could find opened, and she saw me. "T ... aaaagh!"
The guy on the bottom, suddenly relieved of his buddy's weight, had decided to give Sandra a real ride, and the first upward slash of his hips was what had interrupted her greeting.
I just smiled and went on dialing, as she stared back at me and her cunt fucker continued to iolt gasps of pleasure from her gaping mouth. Seven ... seven ... three .. . four ... one.
The guy on the floor was starting to laugh. And Tattoo had now come out of shock sufficiently to grab Sandra's ear and start stuffing his prick back in her mouth. But he was still a little puzzled.
"You aren't calling the cops, are you, buddy?" he asked, pulling Sandra's nose into his bush. "That wouldn't be smart, you know. She invited us down here, see, and ... "
I shook my head, smiling reassuringly, as the ring-buzz stopped.
"Hello. Denise?... Hi. This is Tom Beck. Remember? ... Yeah ...
"Oh, forget that. I was glad I could help .. . But look, Denise, I know it's pretty short notice, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out tonight. Maybe we could. .. What? ... Well, yeah. She and I... well, we aren't together any more. So would you-"
Sandy wrenched her head away from Tattoo and jerked her knees up under her, dislodging the cunt have done before my experiences with Eldridge's swap group, and I surprised the living hell out of myself even so. But it came to me so quickly, so simply, so right, that I was moving into the room before the thought was even fully formed.
The telephone was on a little table at the foot of the bed. I picked up the receiver, then turned to watch those three cocks going in and out of my wife's squirming, sweating body for a few seconds before I dialed.
The guy on his knees saw me immediately. His jaw dropped, and he started to grab for Sandra's head as if to push her away, but then I guess he realized I didn't look angry, didn't have a gun in my hand or anything, and he just sort of shrugged, and ... still staring at me ... started pumping his pud into Sandra's face again.
Her eyes were closed, and the other two guys had their feet toward me and apparently hadn't heard me come into the room, so it wasn't until I started dialing that I got more reaction.
Two clicks ... nine clicks ... five .. . The guy on top craned his head around and spotted me. "What the...?" He yanked his cock out of Sandra's gaping asshole, spinning off to catch the edge of the mattress in his asscrack before he thudded to the floor on the side opposite Tattoo.
Sandra pulled her mouth free. "Come back, you bastard! Put it back! I need ... " Then her eyes
He watched Tattoo pumping it to Sandra for a minute, then leaned over them and whispered to his buddy on the bed, and they appeared to reach an understanding.
He stood straight again, then got down and gently but firmly rolled the fucking couple over so that Sandra was on top, her ass jerking and waving wildly. His buddy now straddled her legs and sank forward, snubbing his cock into the still-stretched ring of her anus, and the former ass man knee-walked up to Sandra's head and began to pry her mouth free, his cock brushing her cheek as he turned her head to him.
I went back to the living room, leaving the door open. I flopped out on the couch again, and by God, their grunts and groans and the rhythmic slap of flesh soon lulled me to sleep!
When I woke up, about six p.m., all four of them were gone.
Sandy had left no note, and had taken no clothes along, as far as I could tell. Anyway, I was sure she'd be back in time to go to work on Monday.
I called Max and arranged to pick Bruno up on Sunday morning, while his folks were at church, and then I got ready for my date with Denise.
It went just like I'd said. We rose around, and I told her my troubles. And I surprised myself by telling her a story much closer to the truth than I'd planned to.
I left out the New Year's Eve thing, of course, but told her how Sandy had tricked me into marrying her by claiming to be pregnant... and I allowed as how she could have been, because we'd ... Denise didn't seem shocked, but I guess it made her a little nervous, and she sort of stiffened up as she sat beside me in the car, not close, but not right up against the door either. I kept both hands on the wheel, though we were on straight road on the far side of the lake, with no other cars in sight, and I went on talking.
I told her about quitting school, the job, and Sandy's job, and Eldridge... and the night we went to dinner there. When I got to the part where Irene and I went upstairs and saw Sandy on her knees in front of her boss, naked ... "Denise, I don't know how to say it in a way that won't shock you. It was like your mother that night, I guess. She was ... "
"Oh, God, Tom, you don't have to say any more! I know. But... But how could she? What kind of ...?"
She was shaking, her hands twisting in her lap. I pulled off the road and parked under a big tree, near the water. "Look, Denise, I don't have to tell you about it. Maybe we should just forget it and ... "
"No. I'll be all right, and I know how much you need to ... to get it out of your system. That night at Ann's, I finally told her all about my parents and the Wilsons. I even... I know all the words, Tom, and it won't shock me to hear them. It's just that for myself, I could never... I haven't even ... Oh, never mind. Tell it. Tell it all, Tom. I owe you that much, anyway. And I want to help, if I can."
So I told it. The bout with Irene, the swapping parties that followed ... Only of course I made it seem like Sandra had been all for it every step of the way, and I'd only cooperated because I loved her so much. I left out all the brutality, and invented a couple arguments at home where I'd begged Sandra to stop the swapping and she'd refused absolutely, insisting that I go along with it ... "And .... well, after last night, when she went so wild, screaming for more men, more cock ... I just couldn't take it any more, and I realized I didn't love her any more. I told her when we got home that she'd have to move out, go live with the Eldridges or somebody, and I gave her all the money I had this morning, and ... And then when she'd left... I called you."
I leaned toward her, looking very sad, very mixed-up, a little desperate. She took my face in her cool hands, and there were tears sparkling in her eyes as she looked deep into mine.
"I'm glad you did, Tom. I... I just don't know ... Well, I'm glad you told me, and I hope it helped to talk it out. I..."
Impulsively, she leaned forward and gave me a quick, chaste kiss, then backed away, still holding my face. "I guess you'd better take me home now, Tom. It's awful late, and ... But I do want to see you again, if you want to, Tom. I've never gone out with anyone before who was... who'd been married, but..."
She fell silent, smiling sweetly up at me, and that smile almost cracked my cool. For a minute I felt like grabbing her, pulling those pert little tits in the clinging jersey top up against me, driving my tongue past those sweet, rosy lips ...
But I'd gained more ground tonight than any stud could hope to with someone as innocent and cock-shy as Denise; to try for more so soon would be to blow it. I turned back and started the car, and drove silently back around the lake and up the hill to the end of her street, where she asked me to stop.
"My folks think I'm at Ann's," she said. "They won't let me date boys they haven't met. I'd better walk from here."
I pulled over, shut off the engine, and turned to her.
"Denise, I... Well, I guess it sounds pretty silly to say I had a good time tonight, but I did, and... Can I call you Monday?"
"Yes," she said, giving me that cock-swelling smile again. "Please do, Tom."
She just sat there, smiling, and it didn't fade when I slipped my arm around her and pulled her against me. I fought with everything I had to hold my tongue back, and to keep my other hand on her waist, though it itched like crazy to cup her sleek little ass or sneak ^up between us to one of those soft, virginal tits... And I kept my cool, though the kiss must have lasted a full two minutes.
Then I let her go, hopped out and went around to open the door for her, and caught a tantalizing glimpse of her slim white thighs as she slid out of the car. I took her hand in both of mine, and she put her other hand on top and squeezed. "Good night, Tom. Please do call."
She turned and walked down the sidewalk toward her house, and I stood there with an aching hard-on that didn't subside until long after she disappeared into her yard, and I'd started the drive back to the apartment.
Sandra was there, and alone, naked, sound asleep in the middle of the rumpled, cum-stained bed.
Well, I was damned if I was going to sleep on the couch again. I found clean sheets, then rolled her roughly off onto the floor, in the same spot where I'd left her early that afternoon.
She came awake and sat up while I was changing the bed, but neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally I stripped and lay down, pulling the top sheet and blanket over me. "Back to the couch, Sandra," I said quietly. "Or back to your fucking friends upstairs, or wherever they are, if they've got any cock left."
She was breathing heavily, but still didn't speak, didn't move.
"How many more guys did your friends ring in before they wore you out... or threw you out?" I asked caustically.
"Tommy, I... Well, it's your fault! If you'd just..." She choked back a sob and sat up straighter, and I rolled away, turning my back on her.
"Tommy, listen!" She was pleading now, and she moved up to sit behind me on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Tommy, but I can't... I just have to have ... Oh, God, Tommy, I don't know! But I think if you'd just fuck me ... just for a while when I can't stand to wait any longer..."
She paused, sniffling, shaking the bed with her sobs. Then: "Are you going to leave me? Tommy? That girl you called when... If you don't come, Mason may not let me be in the club any more, and then..."
Suddenly she fell forward, grabbing my shoulder with clawlike fingers, and screaming, "Answer me, you bastard! Tell me!"
I rolled toward her, not even mad, just sick and disgusted, hating her more than ever, and I pushed her violently onto the floor again.
"No, Sandra, I'm not going to leave you. Yet. I want to see how much lower you'll go. I want to help! When you get to the bottom ... when you're dangling like a turd from the very asshole of existence ... I'll be there watching, Sandra, and I'll give you the final push."