Chapter 4
I kept my promise and found Lillian a nice little apartment in Brooklyn Heights, with a glorious view that overlooked the river. I had a decorator, a real swishy sort, do the place over from head to toe. All in all, it proved to be a rather expensive gesture, but well worth the price when I saw the expression on Lillian's face. She was ecstatic.
"It's beautiful darling!!!" she exclaimed. It's simply beautiful!!!"
The day that she moved in, the two of us celebrated with dinner at a fashionable little French restaurant on Fifty-Ninth Street, just off Central Park. It was a cool evening, toward the end of December, a week before Christmas, and we could see shoppers, loaded down with bundles, rushing down the streets.
"I feel wonderful," Lillian said, thumbing through the menu. "Your wife must be a real goose, treating you the way she does. You know what I would do, if I were married to you? I wouldn't let you get out of my sight for a second. You're the most wonderful man I've ever met, and I really mean it."
"You're not so bad yourself," I smiled. "You've got a nice little ass on you, and you really know how to move it. You're a goddamn good lay."
Dinner was excellent The waiter brought us something that I can't even pronounce, much less describe, but which tasted great anyway. Afterwards, I washed the meal down with half a bottle of red wine. Lillian and I held hands like two teen-agers, while a violinist played sweetly in the background.
She was wearing a white linen pants suit and when she removed the jacket I could see the full curve of her bosom standing up against the thin material of her white jersey blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath so that her hard nipples were clearly visible.
"You like them?" she suddenly asked. "You're staring just like a school boy."
"Sure I like them," I laughed. "But why don't you wear a brassiere?? It's more decent if you know what I mean."
"So what?" asked Lillian, slightly wicked, as she rolled her tongue against her thick red lips. "Did you see the way the waiter stared at me? Do you think that he wants to fuck me? I'll bet he does!! "
"Well he's human. When he sees your breasts, practically naked, you can't blame him for staring."
Lillian laughed: "I don't mind. I mean, I rather enjoy being leered at by horny men. It makes me feel sexually attractive."
"Don't talk like a tramp," I said. "I mean, I love you and it makes me uncomfortable when I hear you speak that way."
Lillian lit up a cigarette, craning her head like a swan, so that the flaming ringlets of her red hair fell softly against her neck and throat
"You know," she sighed. "I can't understand men. Why does it bother you when I speak freely about my sexual desires? Does that make me a tramp?? "
"Well...."
Lillian was a tiny bit angry: "You know, you're a chauvinist pig. Really, you are!! "
"Darling!! " I exclaimed. "There's no reason to be upset. The only thing that I said was that I thought that it would be nice if you wore a brassiere. That's all!! "
"Rut why?" she asked. "I don't like to be strapped up. I much prefer to be free. My titties like to breathe. They like to hang loose."
Lillian cupped her palms underneath her breasts, raising them up in a most obscene manner, pointing them toward me as though they were a bowl of food, and I was a hungry dog waiting to be fed.
"Do I turn you on?" she asked. "Yes...."
"I know," she laughed. "You're eating me up with your eyes. I'll bet that you want to get that hungry little mouth of yours on my naked little titties!! Wouldn't you like to suck on them, just like a child?"
I nodded.
"A sociology professor once told me that all men are basically children," Lillian continued, her mouth half open, so that I could see her wet tongue inside. "He said that this breast fixation which most men have is the result of childhood deprivation. I mean, why else would a pair of tits be so exciting?? You can't fuck them. About the only thing that you can do is suck on them."
I laughed: "Yeah, that's the only thing you can do with them all right!! Boy, would I like to grab hold of you. I would strip you naked and put you down on the bed and lick you from head to toe. I would lick you up just like a dog, till you got as wet as a bitch! !"
"Then what would you do?"
I patted myself on the chest: "Then, I would climb on top of you and fuck you till you couldn't stand it any longer."
Lillian laughed: "I think that I could always stand it longer. After all, I'm a woman and it has been proven that a woman is built much better than a man, especially when it comes to sexual pleasure. Did you know that some women can have fifty-five orgasms in a single day?"
"What?"
It's true," she continued. "You put a woman into bed and she can keep going all day. How long is a man good for? The best stud can do it three or four times,, maybe five if he takes his vitamins."
"I know what you mean," I laughed. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
Suddenly Lillian asked what seemed to be a most ridiculous question: "Do you enjoy having sex with me?"
"What?"
"Really, I want to know. I'm terribly insecure, I think. I always wonder whether I please you."
"Most assuredly you do," I replied.
"That's good," Lillian replied. "Because you please me. I just go crazy when you have your cock inside of my cunt. But you know what really makes me go crazy? I practically go out of my mind when you've got your head between my legs and you eat me out."
"I rather like it myself," I replied. "Your pussy tastes better than anything in this whole stupid universe!! And you can quote me on that, if you want."
"Does it taste better than mom's apple pie?" asked Lillian.
"Much better," I replied, trying to remember the delightful aroma that I had sampled just the night before. For a moment, for an intensely delightful second, I could visualize the full, wet lips of her labia in my mind's eye. I saw a vision of her heat floating before me, and I felt as though I was burning up, like a hot coal. My cock grew harder with each succeeding second, pressing itself firmly against my pants in a most embarrassing manner. I suppose, if I was forced to get out of my seat, I would have made an extremely funny sight.
"You know," Lillian continued in a tone that was deliberately pornographic. "I have a very smelly cunt Really, I do!! There was one boy who said that he could sniff me clear across a room. My mother advised me to wash myself down there at least twice a day, and dab in some perfume to kill the odor. I never took her advice. She was terribly middle class, always as clean as a daisy."
"Your mother sounds all right," I said. "How was her sex life?"
"Not too good, I'm afraid," whispered Lillian. "I think that she didn't think too highly of the act. She once confessed to me that men were terrible creatures, always wanting to fuck all the time. She was just like your wife Cindy, always getting headaches and suffering from dizzy spells. She was obsessed with cleanliness, and I think that she took a bath five or six times a day. My father was a terribly frustrated man."
"How did they ever get a girl like you?"
"They say that they found me in a cabbage patch," laughed Lillian. "The two of them never slept together, so it might be true. Anyway, I've often wondered whether or not they were my real parents. I mean, I'm as different from them as day is from night. They're very religious people while I don't even believe in God. I think that I have a Latin temperament and that I should have been born in either France or Spain. Did you know that French women never bathe?"
"Who told you that? Your sociology professor?? "
"No, it's true," said Lillian. "The French like their sex spicy, if you know what I mean. The men there like a cunt that's been pickled for a week."
"Shush..." I warned. "We're in a restaurant. Someone will hear you."
"Who cares," replied Lillian. Then she got up in her chair and without any warning, she shouted: "FUCK THE WORLD." Then she sat down.
I think that my face must have turned a dozen different colors at that moment. I can honestly say that I was never so embarrassed in my whole life. I was tempted to end my affair with Lillian right then and there. I can't stand a woman who can't control herself.
"You're just an old fuddy-duddy," she said, seeing the painful anguish in my eyes. "Come on, let's go home. I've got something nice and hot waiting for you. A warm little muffin, if you get the picture."
I gulped, as I rose to my feet. I left a twenty dollar bill at my table, and then Lillian and I departed. When we got into a cab, I exploded.
"What was the meaning of that little outburst?" I asked. "I'll never be able to show my face in that restaurant again."
"Big deal," Lillian laughed. "The food was crummy. You won't be missing much."
"Oh, you're impossible!! ! ! " I exclaimed, as Lillian took my arm and snuggled up to me. I guess, when I saw that innocent, playful expression in her eyes, I knew that I couldn't remain angry with her for long.
"Do you forgive me?" she asked.
I nodded: "Yes, I suppose I do."
About an hour later we arrived on Decatur Street, in Brooklyn Heights, ready to spend our first night together in the newly furnished apartment. I helped Lillian off with her coat, and then with the jacket that she wore underneath.
"It's good to be alone at last," I whispered, sliding my hands around her soft, supple waist. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then another, and still another, pressing herself close to me so that I could feel the pink cones of her breasts through the jersey she was wearing.
"Oh honey!! " she squealed. "Go on and touch them!! Touch my little titties. Bend over and kiss them, why don't you?"
"I can't think of a single reason," I laughed, gently undoing the buttons of her blouse, freeing her milky breasts so that they fell into my hands like two round grapefruits. Her nipples tingled underneath my fingers, and she moaned deeply, her lips half parted.
"Paul" she whispered. "Make me feel good Paul!! Please make me feel good!!!"
I let my face fall to her throat, and then to her cleavage. I buried my mouth between the two, snowy white mounds, feeling the heat which emanated from their surface burn against my skin.
I was very, very gentle with her, treating her almost like a daughter. In many ways, she resembled Glenda, and I guess that I loved her for the incestuous memories which she inspired. She filled my loins with youth, with strength. She made me feel vital, the way a man should feel.
"Ahhh..." she cried, as I rolled her nipples in my mouth. I kissed them and squeezed them with my tongue and my teeth, leaving a trail of saliva as my mouth traveled up and down along the undulating curve of her bosom.
Slowly my fingers went down to her tight, white linen pants. I fumbled with the front, finally undoing the button at the top, slipping my hands inside, underneath her hot, sweaty panties. I could feel the feminine drippings which oozed out of her heat, as I worked my way down past her beaver patch, past that delightfully soft red beard, to the mouth of her cunt.
"Stick your fingers inside," she cried. "I can't stand to wait, Paul. Please, stick your finger into the hole!!!"
There was a tragic desperation in her voice, and it seemed as though she was the prisoner of her body, the prisoner of her sexual impulses. I wondered what her family would have thought, if they had known the type of girl they had raised? I wondered what they would have thought, if they knew what I had done to her-and what I was going to continue to do to her.
Gently, but firmly, I nuzzled my middle finger into the swollen mouth of her wet vagina. I moved it around in a circle, drilling deeper and deeper into her garden, till there was no further to go.
Lillian pressed her breasts to me as she reached down to my cock. She began to rub it through my trousers, holding it in her hand, massaging it with her nimble little fingers.
"Oh Paul," she cried. "Undress me, Paul. Undress me quickly."
I withdrew my finger from her pubis, and reached up with my hand to her hips. I gently tugged at her pants, and they went down without any difficulty. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of green opaque pantyhose, with a run on the inside of her thighs. At the crotch, the garments showed a dark discoloration, the result of her wetness.
"Take them off," she cried, as I reached between her thighs, and massaged the hot flesh that waited so eagerly for my touch. She was sopping wet, dripping like a waterfall, as she rubbed her calves together.
"Let's go into the kitchen," I said suddenly, almost on an impulse.
"Why?" she asked. "Why not into the bedroom? Don't tell me that you want to eat."
"Yeah," I laughed. "That's just what I want to do. I want to eat you up with a spoon."
"Be serious!!"
"I was never more serious in my whole life," I whispered. "I want to make you in the kitchen. I kind of like the idea of fucking you on the table."
"Well...."
I didn't wait, but scooped Lillian up in my hands and carried her into the gleaming white kitchen, lying her down on the white tablecloth. She lay there, completely limp, as I rolled off her pantyhose, and then her white bikini panties which she was wearing under them.
"You look delightful," I said, when I saw her body completely naked. Her skin was as white as alabaster, and as pure as virgin snow. Her nipples stood up, against her flattened breasts, and the crisp triangle of pubic hair which grew like a bush underneath her bellybutton was full and lush, like a tropical plant.
I opened up the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cold milk.
"What are you going to do with that?? " she asked.
"Oh, I'm going to give you a little massage, sweetheart," I whispered, pulling apart her thighs. I spilled a few drops between her legs. She jumped from the cold, but I held her down with a firm hand on her tummy. I slowly poured a little more milk on her naked flesh, and I rubbed it deep into her skin. I rubbed the milk across her breasts, and stomach, and calves. I turned her over and poured some of the milk into the crack of her ass, so that some of it spilled over onto her big, round buttocks.
"Kiss me," she begged, as I bent over and kissed her shoulders and her shoulder blades, working my way down the smooth softness of her curvy back, finally reaching the full swell of her delightful little ass. I bit her there with my teeth, so that I left a round, red mark at the dimple, near her thighs.
"Eat me," Lillian cried. "Please eat my cunt, Paul. Please lick it up."
Her legs spread wide open, and I could see the full wet folds of her labia hanging down. Her clitoris seemed to tingle as I touched it and massaged it with my thumb and forefinger, applying an exhilarating friction to its slimy surface. Soon I bent over and I kissed her pussy. She smelled great, as I filled my nose with her musky scent. It was a young, fresh, vital aroma of pure sexual desire and for a second my head seemed to spin, as though I had tasted a heady wine.
"Oh Paul," she whispered. "Climb up on the table with me. But first take off your clothes. I want to see your cock. I want to touch your balls. I want to take them into my mouth."
My face was still buried in the murky softness of her wet cunt. I licked with my tongue, inserting it into her hole, darting back and forth like a lizard. She was twisting on the table, her body churning with heat, her loins and her hips revolving in an obscene manner. There was a great big smile on her face, and her tongue hung out of the side of her wet, shiny lips.
"Oh Paul," she cried again. "I want your cock.
Please give it to me. I want to take it into my mouth."
I got up from between her legs, and off came my shirt and my pants and my shorts. Soon I was completely naked, and my penis jutted up, hard as a rock and ready for action. When Lillian saw it, a new life entered her body. It was as though I had shot a bolt of electricity into her, as she jumped up to her knees. She reached out, from where she was crouching and she grabbed hold of my prick, just the way she said that she wanted to.
"Do you want me to masturbate you?" she asked. "I can give a good hand job. I've been told that I have very gentle fingers, you know."
"By whom?" I asked.
"Oh, by people..."
"Who?" I insisted, suddenly very, very jealous. "Have you been sleeping around behind my back?"
Lillian tugged at my cock, slapping it in a playful manner. She gathered up my hot testicles and she rolled them in her palms, just like a pair of tumbling dice, scratching the outer scrotum with her long fingernails, just like a little puppy.
"Are you jealous?" she asked. "What would you say, if I told you that I ball other guys besides you?"
"I'd be pissed off," I replied, not really very enthusiastic at the prospect. In many ways I happen to be a very understanding fellow, very broadminded. But if there's one thing I don't like, it is a woman who makes out behind a guy's back. There are plenty of women I know like that, women who hop into bed at the drop of a hat. Was Lillian like that?
"Honey," I suddenly said, my hand resting on the neat curve of her left breast. "Is there anyone else in your life, besides me?"
"You're jealous, aren't you?" She laughed. Then she shook her head: "No, at the moment you're my only lover, and you don't have to worry about a thing. I'm what you might call a good girl. I only ball one man at a time. I think that promiscuity is in bad taste."
I bent over and kissed her on the lips, feeling somewhat relieved. I think I would have been shattered if she had given me a different answer. Of course, she could have been lying. But when I looked into her eyes, I knew that she wasn't.
"Oh, Paul," she laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about, really you don't!! I'm practically a virgin. Before you came into my life, I've only had three other men. The first time that I had sex, I was fifteen years old, and me and a boy from school went into the barn and we kissed a lot. Then he put his finger into my cunt, and he goosed me a little."
"Is that all?? " I asked.
"That's all," she replied. "He and I went together for about six months, and there was even some talk about the two of us getting married. It was kid stuff, if you know what I mean."
"Did you fuck him?? " I asked, intensely curious.
"No," replied Lillian. "He was just a boy and he was afraid to do it to me. He liked me to jack him off instead. He's the one who taught me how to give a good hand job."
"And who were the other two?" I asked. 'I want to know about them."
"We!!" Lillian said, making me sit down on the table, leaning her head in my lap so that her face touched my cock. "There was this one boy I met at a party, when I graduated from High School. He was a cousin of a friend of mine, and he was very, very cute. The two of us went together for a whole summer, and he and I used to fuck almost every night. He also promised to marry me. But when summer came around, he went away and I never heard of him since."
"Sounds tragic," I said.
"Oh, it happens in every girl's life," replied Lillian. "Every girl has a couple of affairs before she grows up. It's only natural."
"Who was the third guy that you made it with?" I asked as I stroked her soft, flaming red hair. "Tell me about him, why don't you?? "
"Oh, there's nothing much to ten," replied Lillian. "He was a field hand on my father's farm, a Negro."
"A black man?? "
"Yeah," said Lillian in a tone of nonchalance. "Negroes are usually black, I'm told."
"And you fucked him?? "
"Why does the thought upset you?" asked Lillian. "Would you get upset if he was a white field hand?"
"I don't know," I said after much thought. "Maybe, I would."
Lillian continued to speak: "I was seventeen at the time, and I was lonely, and one day he started to talk to me, while my parents were in town, attending a church meeting. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, he had me in the sack with him."
"Was he a good lover?" I asked. I'm told that Negroes are very good in bed."
Lillian laughed: "I'll bet that you think that they also have lots of rhythm, and that they're very good baseball players."
"You're laughing at me..." I protested.
"Sure, I'm laughing at you," Lillian replied. "He was just an ordinary man, and there was nothing extraordinary about him, except for the color of his skin, which was a little lighter than maroon."
"Well," I asked again. "How good was he in bed?"
"Fair to medium," she replied.
"Am I better?"
Lillian rolled her head over and she kissed my cock, which was still hard, though beginning to recede a bit from the inactivity.
"Well?" I asked again. "Am I better?"
"You're fishing for compliments," she replied. "I don't remember anyway. It seems like a million years ago since I knew him."
I looked down at Lillian, whose head was still cradled in my lap, and I knew that I was in love with her for better or for worse. She inspired in me feelings of warmth and tenderness, as well as a wilder feeling of intense sexual excitement. In many ways she was much cleverer than Cindy, much more intelligent.
I bent over and kissed her on the nape of her neck, which sent a wild chill across her body. She opened up her mouth, and suddenly she swallowed me up, inside of her. She started to suck on my cock, the way a child would suck on a lolly-pop, licking it with her tongue until it was stiff as a straight arrow.
"Ouch..." I suddenly cried. "You're biting it too hard."
Lillian looked up for a second, "I'm sorry. I don't have that much experience when it comes to this kind of stuff, m try to eat you a little softer."
She bent over again, and she swallowed my prick into her wet mouth, kissing it with her hot tongue, leaving a trail of sweet smelling saliva, as she devoured it. I reached down with my hands, underneath her buttocks, and I started to feel the delightful warmth of her flesh rush through my fingers. I played for awhile with her thighs, rubbing them and massaging them, pinching them and squeezing them in a most delightful manner.
"Oh...." Lillian cried, pulling her wet mouth away from my shaft. "I'm ready IF
"For what?" I teased.
"You know what," she replied. "Fuck me!! ! Come on, and fuck me." My organ was still throbbing from her teeth and lips. I tried to climb up on top of her on the table, but the two of us fell onto the floor making the most awful thud. Our sweating bodies rolled on the gleaming white oil cloth, till we were lying near the refrigerator, which was purring silently.
I'm burning up," Lillian cried, as I climbed on top of her and launched my missile between her legs, into the throbbing red heat of her wet vagina. She spread open like a clam, opening the lips of her cunt as I impaled her with my rod. Then, just like a deadly clam, she closed her shell, trapping me in the soft folds of her excited heat. She ripped at my cock with the teeth of her vagina, as I pumped myself into her, banging my balls against her creamy thighs.
"Oh shit!!!" she moaned, biting her lips so that a tiny trickle of blood gushed out of the ruptured skin. She dug her fingers deep into my back, and she ripped me with all of her strength, as I rammed myself deeper and deeper into her womb.
"Oh my God!!!" she cried out. "You're going to tear me apart You're going to rip a hole in me. I can't stand it anymore!! ! I tell you I can't stand it!!!"
Her face and her entire body was covered with a veneer of salty sweat. The whole room was covered with the aroma of her feminine sexuality. She seemed to be gushing with juices, spilling over with lubricating fluid, as I continued to slide back and forth inside of her pond.
I'm coming," she finally screamed. "I tell you I'm coming!!!"
I could feel her body churn underneath me, as she tensed her muscles and prepared for the impending convulsions. I kissed her on her mouth, as I supped my hands underneath her and held her tightly.
"Ohhhhhh. . . ." she cried, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by a series of earthquake spasms which shot across the length and breadth of her soft body. She heaved violently, scratching me with her fingernails, biting my shoulders and my neck with her teeth. I don't think that she knew what she was doing. She just shook and shook and shook, holding me with all of her strength, pulling me deeper and deeper inside of her churning body.
Suddenly I felt the approach of my own orgasm. I was glad that I hadn't shot off too fast. I held myself rigid, trying to prolong the sweet moment of ecstasy. But, without any warning, I shot my load into her cunt, and it came streaming out like machine gun bullets, in short, hard spurts.
"Oh shit!!!" cried Lillian, "It feels like electricity passing through me. I feel like I'm coming apart"
The two of us continued like that for a while longer, with me lying on top of her, my cock imbedded in her slit. After I was spent, Lillian still kept going. I don't think that I had ever seen her go for so long, as she experienced the full thrill of her womanly climax.
Finally it was over and I rolled off of her.
"How was I?" I asked. "I'll bet that I was better than that Negro field hand you made it with. I'll bet that he never fucked you the way I did."
"Oh," Lillian laughed. "I was just faking it I wanted you to feel good."
"You bitch," I smiled.
She kissed my face: "You were very good, old man. Indeed, you are the best"
"And you're not bad yourself," I replied. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I started to think of Glenda. I don't know what made me conjure up her image at that moment. I tried to push her away, but it was impossible. Her face seemed to haunt me, and I could almost hear the sweet sound of her voice in my ears.
"What's the matter?" Lillian suddenly asked. "You look so far away."
"Oh, it's nothing," I replied. I'm just tired. Let's get something to eat and then hop into bed."
"Okay," Lillian said, kissing my face. We both got up off the floor. We ate a few slices of toast and cheese, and drank the rest of the milk in the container. Afterwards we went to bed, where I humped her again. As I was fucking her, I suddenly whispered: "Glenda, Glenda!! ! ! " I don't think Lillian heard me. If she did, she didn't say anything about it