Chapter 10
But it was not to be. I had just unzipped myself again and placed my hands lovingly on Sylvia's smooth, wriggling buttocks, when the phone rang. Peggy, ever the faithful secretary, reached over Sylvia's body and picked the receiver up.
"Culligan Agency." She listened, then handed me the phone. "It's your wife."
"Hi, Amy," I said, rubbing my eager cock over Sylvia's delectable ass-flesh. "What's up?"
"Have you seen the Post today?" Amy asked.
"No, I've been busy. Why?"
"Well, there's an interesting item on the gossip page about one of your clients," Amy said.
"Not Irving, for God's sake!"
"Nope. The other one."
"Jenny? Really? What does it say?"
"I quote," Amy said. "The headline reads, 'Hot Author Not So Hot?' Then it says: 'People have been wondering if Jennifer Jourdemaine, the sweet-looking author of the hot best seller 'The Romantic Rose,' is really as sexually-oriented as the poems in that lusty collection would seem to indicate. Well, Page Six has the answer: Sorry, fellas. According to a well-known broadcaster ( who is in a position to know ) the winsome Jennifer's passion is all on the page. With flesh-and-blood males, she's downright ... cool. ( We wouldn't say frigid-though he did. )' "
"Oh, Christ!" I said. I was so disturbed that I pulled my cock away from Sylvia's ass cheeks and sat down. "Jesus fucking Christ. That lousy son of a bitch!"
"Who?" Amy asked.
"Fucking Larry Brewster, that's who. That creep on 'More at Four.' It had to be him. And that slimy rag prints that damn garbage. Shit. I'm going over there and punch that bastard in the nose!"
"Now, Bernie, don't start any fights. You know you always get hurt."
"Thanks a lot," I said. "Oh, Jesus, I better call Jenny. I'll see you later."
As soon as she hung up, I dialed Jenny's number. I knew she must have heard about the item and I expected her to be upset and tearful. But I was wrong ( I'm wrong a lot about women ). She was angry, but she sounded a lot calmer about it than I was.
"Yes, I'm sure it was Larry," she told me. "When I went to dinner with him that time after the show, he tried to ... take me to bed. When I wouldn't go, he got mad. He's called me a few times, but I've refused to see him. So this is his revenge, I guess."
"Well, don't worry," I said. "I'm going to find him and beat him up. Then, I'll make him deny what he said."
"That's not necessary," Jenny said. "He's not worth it. And I've already called the paper and made a statement of my own."
"Oh? What did you say?"
"Well, I ... I hope you don't mind ... "
"Mind what?"
"I-I told them it wasn't true that I was ... cold. I said I was having a big affair right now."
"Oh," I said. "Who with?"
"With ... with you," Jenny said.
"What!"
"Well, I-I couldn't think of anyone else," Jenny said. "I mean, anyone who ... I mean ... I'm sorry ... I just wanted to ... Oh, gosh ... "
"Oh," I said. "Oh, well. It's okay, Jenny. Don't worry about it."
"I hope it won't ... cause you any trouble ... "
"Of course not," I said. "I'm very flattered, in fact. And if the paper calls me, I'll be happy to verify it."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Culligan."
"Bernie."
"Bernie," Jenny said.
"I'll tell them you are a warm, highly-passionate female ... and that Larry Brewster is a jealous creep who couldn't get laid in a who-in a house of ill repute," I said.
"I'm very grateful," Jenny assured me.
"What a twist," I said. "A man defending a lady's honor by saying he is sleeping with her when he isn't."
"I guess it is unusual," Jenny responded.
I took a deep breath. "Of course," I said, "now that we're on good terms again, we could, perhaps, make it true."
There was a long pause.
"I don't think so, Mr. ... Bernie," Jenny said at last. "I mean, you're very nice and if-if things were ... I mean ... But I think I'd better wait for ... for the really right man."
"Ah," I said.
"But I hope we can be friends," Jenny said.
"Friends," I said. "Right." I sighed. "Sure, Jenny, I understand. You're probably right. You wait for the right guy. He'll show up one of these days."
"Not too long, I hope," Jenny said and I could almost see her blushing over the phone.
"Jenny," I said. "Just do me one favor, okay?"
"What?"
"Just promise me it won't be my brother Irving," I said.
During all this, my distracted cock had gone down a good deal, but it was still hanging foolishly outside my fly. When I hung up with Jenny, the memory of her ripely-virginal body, which I had seen naked and had even touched briefly, but which I would never have, was depressing my spirit. But it was also making the old prick perk up a bit. Then it came back to me that there were two naked women in the room. Given the right stimulation, nothing escapes my eagle eye.
I say two naked women because while I had been on the phone, Peggy had taken the remainder of her clothes off and was now directing her attentions to Sylvia, who was still bent over my desk in that uncomfortable but sexy-looking pose. She had evidently overcome her noble determination to sacrifice her own pleasure, for she was offering no objection as Peggy crouched on the floor with her head between Sylvia's outstretched legs, using her talented tongue on Sylvia's crotch. Peggy had her hands on the straining woman's ass, spreading the luscious buttocks apart and she was alternating between Sylvia's open pussy and her little puckered asshole, her busy tongue squirming deep into whichever opening she was on at the moment. Sylvia was squirming, too and making noises of a kind which brought my brainless battering ram right back up again.
I was eager now to take up my delayed confrontation with Sylvia's succulent asshole, but it seemed only polite to wait until the girls were finished with the task they were so absorbed in. I was not bored, however, watching Peggy reaming out Sylvia's anus so thoroughly, while listening to Sylvia's moans and whimpers get louder and harsher by the second. Sylvia was twisting her ass so hard that even Peggy had trouble keeping her tongue up there. So she switched back to Sylvia's slit, fastening her mouth on it like a leech. Sylvia began to babble, her body bucking on the desk. Then she was coming. Peggy kept her mouth where it was throughout all the jerking and yelling, until the orgasm was over and Sylvia went limp.
Peggy got up then, a big smile on her very wet face, but Sylvia still stayed right in position. That was definitely okay with me. I got up, my prick leading the way and again reached for those devilishly-delicious buttocks. I brushed my cock over them as before, but only perfunctorily this time; I was anxious to get it between them and into that tight, beckoning shit chute.
But it was not so easy. Sylvia's asshole was every bit as small and tight as it looked and even though it was slick with Peggy's saliva, it was not about to accept my fully-engorged cock. I tried and tried, but it was no use; the thing just wouldn't open enough to let me in. I began to curse.
"Bernie," Sylvia said gaspingly. "Beat me."
"No," I said.
"Please ... beat me ... It's the only way ... "
I remembered Irving whipping her with his belt to loosen that sweet hole for him. That had certainly done the trick. And if it had taken Irving's cock, it could-I cut off that line of thought.
Obviously the thing to do in my passionate state was to go for an alternate avenue of relief. There were at least five obvious and available ones-Sylvia's pussy, her mouth, or any of Peggy's bountifully-welcoming apertures. But I had sampled all of those delights before; and right then my desire had become fixated on that little puckered opening between Sylvia's thrusting butt cheeks.
"Beat me ... " Sylvia moaned once again.
I took a deep breath. "Damnit," I gritted. "No. No!"
"I'll do it," Peggy said.
"What!"
"Well, why not? It's what she wants." Peggy came toward me, reaching for my waist. "Here, give me your belt."
"Wait a minute," I said. But Peggy already had my buckle open and I didn't stop her as she pulled the belt out of the loops. My pants sagged. Feeling somewhat foolish with my cock sticking out of my drooping trousers, I opened the top button and let them fall all the way down.
"Get out of the way," Peggy said, doubling up the belt and swinging it experimentally.
"Now, Peggy, I don't think ... " I began, but Peggy pushed me aside and I had to move to keep from tripping on my trousers. Cursing, I pulled them off over my shoes, while Peggy took a stance behind Sylvia, eyeing the jutting ass with a glint in her eye.
"I've never done this before," she said. "It might be fun."
"All women are perverts," I observed wisely. Peggy ignored me. She took a breath, swung her arm back and then brought it down, the doubled strap whooshing through the air. It smacked across Sylvia's desirous buttocks with a sharp crack.
"AAAAHH!" Sylvia cried. "Ooohh ... Oh yes! Yes! Harder!"
"Sure, Honey," Peggy said. She swung her arm again and the sound of the belt on Sylvia's sexy rear end was like a pistol shot.
Sylvia screamed. Her body jerked under the blow and then began to writhe, but she didn't move her outstretched arms and legs. The belt left an angry red stripe across her buttocks.
My prick seemed as hard as a diamond, but I didn't feel too hot about getting off on Sylvia's pain-even though she obviously loved it. "That's enough," I said.
"Nooo ... " Sylvia groaned. "Again ... Do it again ... "
"Okay," Peggy said and spanked her again.
Sylvia's scream was louder than before. She twisted against the desk, her ass deliciously rolling from side to side. Peggy was breathing hard and it was not just from the exercise. Her nipples were stiff and thrusting. I stepped forward and grabbed the belt away from her and she gave a small moan of disappointment.
"Now ... " Sylvia gasped. "Please ... now ... fuck me now ... "
"You got it," I said and stepped once more into the breach. I held her twitching ass still as I spread the crimson-striped cheeks apart. My cock was twitching, too. Probing, I found that the belt had done its work. While it was still not exactly a gaping portal, her asshole had relaxed enough for me to at least get a foothold, so to speak. Though I was tempted to ram it up into her, I held my bestial instincts in check-probably to Sylvia's disappointment-and worked myself slowly and gradually into the narrow anal passageway, while Sylvia twisted and pushed back at me and emitted strange noises.
Meanwhile, Peggy had lowered herself to the floor again and was crawling between my legs. I felt her hands on my thighs as I began to ease my cock back and forth inside Sylvia's snug sweet rectum. And then I felt her tongue on my balls.
I thought my head was going to explode. The pleasure would just burst it wide open and I would expire from sheer ecstasy. I didn't want that to happen, because I figured even if I got to heaven-which seemed extremely doubtful-they couldn't possibly have anything up there that was better than this.
Sylvia's backside was the tightest thing I had ever had the privilege of screwing. It was clamping and spasming around my prick as though she wanted to crush it into pulp. Her ass twisted and squirmed so passionately that I knew I was not going to be able to hold out for as long as I would have liked, which was forever. And in addition, Peggy was licking at my swaying nuts, her fantastic tongue laving them all over. She didn't content herself with that, of course. Her oral finger made occasional side trips, like to the sensitive perineum between my balls and asshole. With a few teasing stabs into the chocolate speedway itself. Then, as my thrusts speeded up, she slid one hand up to my buttocks and I felt her finger slide between them and wiggle its way into my anus. I gasped and started to make groaning noises, which intermingled with Sylvia's shrieks as she approached her climax. Looking down, I saw that Peggy's other hand was between Sylvia's legs, her fingers obviously playing with the writhing woman's clitoris.
And then Peggy's tongue was licking at my cock as it slid in and out of Sylvia's ass, stroking it wetly with each movement. That was the last straw. My knees began to buckle and I had to lean forward over Sylvia to keep from falling, crushing her against the desk. She was bucking so hard that I felt like a bronco rider. Her ass and Peggy's tongue were sweeping me away to some unimaginable destination and I knew I either had to come or black out, or maybe both. And just then Sylvia gave an unearthly screech and convulsed repeatedly beneath me, her fists pounding on the desk as her climax blasted her into a million pieces. A second later I was gone, too and I heard myself roaring into Sylvia's ear while my cock exploded violently inside her clutching, twisting rectum.
I don't remember much about the next few minutes. By the time my head stopped spinning enough for me to remember who I was, I was sprawled in my chair, feeling as though I would never move again. Sylvia had slid to the floor and was lying there, panting for breath, her striped ass still twitching in the aftermath of her come. And Peggy was standing with her legs spread, fingering her crotch with one hand and swinging the belt with the other, hitting herself experimentally to see if she liked it.
She must have decided that she did, because when she saw me watching her, she asked me if I would use the belt on her. I said that even if I had wanted to, I was too weak even to lift the belt just then. I said Sylvia might be willing to help her out. Peggy asked her if she would. Sylvia replied breathlessly that I was her master and she had to do anything I commanded. I wished them a good time and fell asleep.