Chapter 6
He carried her to the convertible and lowered her to it. He finished taking off her panties, then went about removing the rest of her clothes until she was naked. She stretched tautly, trying to ease the ache that filled her body, offering herself up to his eyes that feasted on her creamy flesh. The strange part of it was, she felt no embarrassment, no timidity, no shame in front of him. She was conscious only of how terribly much she wanted him, needed him. She lifted a hand to him, imploringly. "I want you so very much, Ben. . . . hurry . . .please . . . hurry."
He began to pull at his clothes without answering her.
Sherry's senses whirled as she watched the lines of his athletically trim body become bared. She hadn't realized she'd missed being with a man so much. Maybe that's why she felt no uneasiness, no misgivings being with him like this.
She gazed at his manhood, as he removed his shorts, the last article of his clothing. Intriguing and exciting it curved out rigidly from his belly like a huge velvet-headed snake swaying invitingly before her face and sending a hot stab of ecstasy through her body. For a moment she thought he was going to ask her to kiss or suck it. She'd never performed fellatio in her life and wondered if she could. Instead, he put one knee upon the couch, spread apart her legs and fed upon her a moment with his eyes. She knew she was wet and open, her thighs wet and sticky with gauzy film, her erectile red and swollen and eagerly waiting to make contact with the eager hardness of his dripping masculinity.
The next moment he was on top of her, maneuvering his hands beneath Sherry's smooth, slippery bottom, gripping the cheeks tightly. She steered the big, wet, red head of his penis to the lips of her cunt, cursed as she found some slight difficulty guiding it into the opening--then with a heartfelt sigh of relief and pleasure she felt Ben's spearlike shaft sink deliriously to its hilt, cramming its way up the tight, liquid passageway to the mouth of her womb, filling it to capacity.
"Oh, Ben ... Ben .. . "
She felt as if she were impaled on a long, fat, red-hot spike that pained after so long a time. But it was a delightful pain to which she very quickly adjusted. More than that she could feel the very tip of his rod just barely touching the evasive little spot that Margo, for all her expertise, couldn't reach. Ben was reaching it now and she was bearing down against him, so she could scratch that maddening itch and bring herself the relief she hadn't known in more than a year.
I was at that moment of glorious satisfaction that she knew what a fool she'd been, trying to make herself believe that she was a one-hundred-per cent lesbian. Bisexual maybe? But she knew now, even if she despised them, even if everyone of them was a no-good rotten bastard, she needed a man--desperately, fiercely. The most knowing tongue in the world could never take the place of a man's full-blown erection inside her highly sensitive crevice. And the best was yet to come!
She brought her arms forward and placed her two hands on his muscled shoulders, working them up and down along his sides and back, nails digging frantically into the base of his spine. As his huge tool began its fierce drilling in and out of her vagina, it filled the room with wet, obscene slurpings that mingled with their squeals and mutterings of wild, uninhibited, jungle pleasures. He continued to pump relentlessly into her vulva and she felt his hands opening her buttocks, his forefinger dig rudely into her anus.
No one had ever done such a thing before and she flinched, stiffening her haunches. But as his finger worked past the first tightness, she relaxed and discovered that it added to her enjoyment, fanned her passion to a new high. She wound her legs around his middle as he thrust himself forward, digging deeper into her uterus with a renewed lust.
Suddenly she felt his orgasm welling up. She found his lips with her own and plunged her tongue into his mouth even as his manhood was buried in the hungry mouth between her legs. He tried desperately to hold the imminent sperm back but Sherry didn't want him to hold back. Deliberately she goaded him into a state of overpowering voluptuousness, meshing her loins so frantically against his that it was impossible for him to delay the inevitable for more than a few seconds at most.
His eyes glazed helplessly. "I'm ... I'm going to come ..."
"Come, darling," she whispered as she tightened the tiny muscles at the gateway of her vagina, holding him deep inside her, while she sucked in the alarmingly swollen, ready-to explode head of his penis with the soft, hot, inner flesh of her sex.
With a roar of unleashed passion, Ben gave himself up to the cosmic forces that flooded his entire being. He thundered his seed with every atom of his strength into Sherry's belly, sending his hot juice in a mighty, single gushing up the deep, tight tunnel of her vulva.
She came at almost the same instant--gluing her body to his and making them as one creature, a two-backed beast of exploding, spurting lust. .. straining every muscle, every nerve in her body as she throbbed out her orgasm in rhythm with her new-found sexual mate .. .
Neither one of them had heard the door open . . . neither of them was even remotely conscious that anyone was in the room with them until together they heard the horrified exclamation that came from directly above them.
"Well!"
Ben turned his head and they both looked up over his shoulder to see Margo standing like a fire-breathing dragon beside the daybed, staring down at them, furiously.
Seconds sooner and Margo would have spoiled everything, would have destroyed the most beautiful moment that Sherry had ever known before in her life. As it was, it took Sherry several moments before she could bring herself back to reality, realize exactly what had happened. By the time the realization did strike her, Ben had pulled his still leaking, semi-hard penis out of her and rolled off her. Then the two of them lay side-by-side on the convertible staring up at his sister, who still stood glaring down at them in terrible silence.
It took more seconds before Sherry found her tongue. She reached a corner of the couch cover and tried to pull it over herself as she made an attempt to explain.
"It isn't how it seems," she blurted out awkwardly as she sat up on the bed. "I mean--it wasn't planned, Margo. It--it was something that just happened--"
Margo looked from Sherry to her brother. Sherry couldn't remember ever having seen a look more despicable than the one that filled Margo's eyes.
"Margo--please--try to understand," Sherry said almost tearfully.
"I do understand," Margo said with frightening coldness. Then she turned and went into the bedroom and slammed and locked the door behind her.
Sherry began to sob. Ben reached up and put his hands on her naked shoulders and pulled her back down onto the bed. He leaned over her.
"I-didn't think you were like her," he said softly, as he wiped a tear from the corner of Sherry's eye with his pinkie.
Sherry stifled a sob and frowned at him. "I don't know what you mean?"
"I knew the first time I looked at you, and the way you looked at me, that you were too much girl to be a lesbo."
Sherry was taken aback. "You--you know about your sister?"
He smiled mirthlessly and wagged his blond head slowly. "That woman she used to live with, the one paid her way through college and left her all this furniture when she died--she was a real one. Made no bones about it, either. The couple of times I stayed at their place, they really had themselves a ball. I used to hear them in the bedroom where they both slept, playing with each other, making real lesbo talk." He shrugged. "No skin off my schnozzola, if my sister wants it that way. But you--you're different. You want a man . . . right?"
Sherry looked up at him. She made no reply.
He smiled and kissed her and answered for her. "Of course, you do."
She felt his rejuvenation against her thigh and knew he was ready to go again. But she moved away from him and shook her head. "Not now . .. please . . . not with Margo in the next room .. .
He didn't push it--so after they had dinner and finished the bottle of wine they enjoyed the glow of their newly discovered love for each other.
They went on living together--the three of them in the same apartment. Sherry, Margo and Ben. But it was a terribly strained situation. Sherry and Ben sometimes ate there and slept there but that was about all. Margo suddenly had things to do that kept her away from the place almost every night and most weekends. Quite often she didn't even come home to dinner. So most of the time, Sherry and Ben dined alone and left something for Margo to eat when she came home. Usually it was very late when she came in and Sherry would be in bed.
There was no talk, no making love or even any attempts to get familiar. Margo would undress in the dark, get into bed, turn her back to Sherry and fall asleep without even so much as goodnight.
Sherry knew that Margo was disillusioned and probably hurt to the point of heartbreak. She appreciated what a shock it must have been to the older girl to come home and find her in bed, stark naked, and in the act of coitus with her brother--especially after all they'd meant to each other for almost a year. Any number of times, Sherry tried to explain to Margo, make her understand. But Margo said she wasn't interested, that she didn't care any longer. As if to prove that she didn't care, Margo began dating another girl, a cute little blonde who couldn't have been long out of her teens. She brought her home a couple of times to flaunt in front of Sherry and once when Sherry and Ben came home unexpectedly from a movie, they found Margo in bed with the blonde. Touche.
If Margo did it to make Sherry jealous, she was chasing the wrong ball. Whether or not, Sherry ever could have real happiness with Margo or any other woman again, Sherry didn't know for sure. She was aware of only one thing, that a man was essential to her existence--and that man was Ben. From that first night together on the daybed, when he stripped her and she lay before him nude and she felt no shame or embarrassment, but welcomed his heavy invasions, she knew she was in love with him. The kind of love that grew more intense every time she was with him, each time she melded her body with his.
He told her he loved her, too, and gave no indication that he was ever going away, was never going to leave her. To prove it, he came home one night and told her he had a job.
"And guess where the job is?"
She said she had no idea.
"Right across from that bank you work in," he said.
"All that's there is a factory."
He nodded. "Got any objections to going around with a factory worker?"
The enthusiasm with which she threw her arms around him and kissed him left little doubt that she would have cared if he worked down in the same sewer with Ed Norton. And if there had been any question, it was emphatically erased by what she did to him when she got him down on the daybed. She didn't bother to take off his trousers. She just unzipped his fly, took out his crying joy and caressed it with her bare feet until it was on the verge of detonation. Then she whipped off her own panties, inserted it in the ravenous maw between her legs and put to shame the sexiest minx that ever cohabited.
It was during this session that Sherry voiced her curiosity about Ben's foot fetish. He pulled no punches.
"Like Margo told you," he explained. "When we were kids we had a couple of dozen different homes. In one place there was this girl. I don't even remember what her name was. I was just a kid at the time; wasn't even sure what sex was all about. I just know she must've been about ten years older than I. I remember she had pretty legs and small, beautiful feet. Whenever we were left alone in the house, she used to take her shoes off and roll me around on the floor, tickling me with her feet, until I couldn't stand it anymore and begged her to stop.
"Then one night, she got real bold. After she got me excited, she told me to undo my belt and loosen my trousers. Then she put her foot down inside and masturbated me with her toes. It was the first time in my life I ever ejaculated--but it wasn't the last. She never once put her hands on me and she never let me touch her, even though she'd stand over me without any pants on, so I could see everything she owned. What she did let me do, though, was bathe her feet each time after she got through. Kiss them and thank them for making me feel so good. And that's how it happened. Y'know, they say the way a guy does it the first time stays with him the rest of his life. Which is why a woman's feet is one of the first things I look at. That's what attracted me to you--your neat, thoroughbred feet."
"And is that ALL you like about me?" she teased.
He didn't bother to put his answer into words. He showed her by kissing each and every part of her anatomy that he liked all of her as well.
Ben's job and the three of them living together in the same apartment went on for a couple of months, with no letup in the strained relationship, even though Ben had begun to pay his share of the rent and expenses. Finally he came home one night from the factory and found Sherry alone as usual. He waited until they were more than half-way through dinner, then he announced, "I put a down payment on a Barracuda and a trailer today."
Only working a couple of months and being able to make a down payment on a car and a trailer was more than Sherry could fathom. But then Ben's finances always did puzzle her somewhat, even though she never thought to ask him where the money came from. However, how he paid for the car and trailer wasn't what mainly bothered her at the moment.
"A car and a trailer," she fished worriedly. "You--you must be planning to go away."
He affected a strained look. "That's right."
"Soon?"
"Maybe in a few weeks."
"Where will you go?"
"On my honeymoon."
Sherry felt her heart sink. It couldn't happen to her two times in a row. When Gary Symes chose someone else was bad enough. But she never felt toward Gary, the way she did toward Ben. With Ben it was the real thing. She managed to keep a tight curb on her emotions as she started to get up from the table and head for the bedroom.
"Don't you even want to know whom I'm going to go on my honeymoon with?" he called after her.
She halted halfway to the bedroom door and tightened her shoulders as if expecting the lash of a verbal bullwhip. When nothing came from him, she turned slowly to face him. "I hope you're--you're going to be very happy."
He toyed with the remnants of the food on the plate before him on the table. He said, "That's up to you."
She frowned tensely. "Why me?"
He shrugged. "The bride can make or break the honeymoon."
Her mouth suddenly dropped wide open. "Bride . . . honeymoon . . . ? You--you mean--you and me-?"
He smiled and nodded. "Isn't that the way you want it?"
"Oh, Ben-"
He arose and caught her in his arms as she ran forward. She kissed him wildly. Then as he did on that first night, he picked her up and carried her to the daybed . . . and neither of them gave one damn whether Margo and everybody else in the building walked in on what they did after they got there ...