Chapter 7
I admit it was a dumb thing to do. I had been married to Amy long enough to know that while she could get very mad very fast, she usually cooled down just as quickly. If I had waited a while, we could have finished what we had started and it probably would have been fantastic. But when she locked herself in the bedroom, my frustrations boiled over and I blew up. First I tried to kick the door down. That didn't work. It's hard, I found, to kick down a door with your bare feet. So I put my shoes on. Then I put on the rest of my clothes and went out and got drunk.
And I mean stinko.
I don't recall much about that evening, after the first couple of bars. I don't remember how I got home. I do remember waking up the next morning, on the couch, fully dressed, with the biggest hangover of all time. I won't try to describe that hangover, because when you get a real honest-to-God morning-after beauty, there is just no description that will do it justice. People in books try all the time. They always say something like: "Ten-thousand banshees in steel boots were pounding at my skull with jackhammers while playing 'The Ride of the Valkyries' on kettledrums." Or something like that. It sounds very cute and all, but just doesn't get at the way it really feels. If you've had them, you know. If not, you're very lucky and I can't stand people like you.
Amy, of course, had gotten over being mad at me. She made me one of her special anti-hangover potions, then helped me out of my soggy clothes and into the shower. She had relieved her frustrations by playing with her vibrators half the night and she wickedly insisted on describing her activities to me in detail. She knew that in my condition that morning I couldn't have been sexually aroused by an entire platoon of bare-ass-naked Bo Dereks. Or even by Amy.
And thinking about how I didn't want to think about sex, I suddenly thought of JoAnne.
"Oh, no," I groaned in despair. "Oh my God!"
"What's the matter?" Amy questioned. "Remember something you did last night?"
"Worse." I filled her in on Irving's side of our conversation of the day before. "The son of a bitch set it up for one o'clock today. What the hell am I going to do?"
Amy was laughing. "You'd better get in shape quickly, lover."
"No way," I protested. "I can't do it. The whole stupid setup would be impossible even if I felt good, for God's sake. But in this condition, forget it! I'm not going."
"Okay," Amy said.
"I'll get sued," I said. "For everything I've got."
"You haven't got anything," Amy pointed out.
"I've at least got an office. And a reputation, small as it is. I'll be out of a business for good."
"You'd better do it, then."
"I'll call her up," I said. I called her up. JoAnne was delighted to hear from me. She told me how much she had enjoyed our previous meeting. She thanked me for sending Irving to her. She described what had happened between them. She expressed her awe and wonder at the size of his cock. She said she was really excited by the prospect of making it with both of us. She said she couldn't wait to feel our two big dicks filling her up, front and back. She said just the thought of it was making her pussy wet. She said she was sorry to hear that I wasn't feeling well, but she was looking forward to seeing me anyway. She said she didn't want to hear about my lack of inclination for sexual activity right now. She said if I wasn't there at one o'clock, she would tell everybody who the real author was of "The World, His Plaything." She said she would see that I was ruined, became a laughing stock and probably went to jail. She said I should have a nice day.
I cursed ( after I had hung up, of course ). I drank some more of Amy's concoction. I cursed some more. I laid down for a while. And cursed. By noon I was able to force down some lunch. Then I cursed for a while. Then I took a cab to Carswell & Haynsworth.
Irving was already there, talking with JoAnne. He greeted me cheerfully. I told him that if I felt better I would knock his teeth out. JoAnne was seated at her desk. She smiled at me.
"Oh, lovely," she said. "We're all here. I'm very excited about this."
"Of course you are," Irving said.
"Look, JoAnne," I began, "I'm really not up to ... "
"Sure you are," JoAnne said. "Let's get started, shall we?" She got up.
"The closet again?" Irving said.
"Oh, no," JoAnne said. "We can use Mr. Jarvis's office today. He won't be back for a while." She went to the door of the inner office and opened it.
She was wearing the same kind of skirt and pullover outfit as before and I couldn't help noting that her legs were as good as I'd remembered and that she still didn't wear a bra. We all went into Jarvis's office and she closed the door behind us. There was no lock on the door. JoAnne saw me looking.
"Don't worry," she said, "nobody would come in except Mr. Jarvis and he's out to lunch. And even if he came back and found us, he'd never fire me. He needs me."
"Oh," I said. "Terrific."
Irving had already started taking off his clothes. I slumped against the door. "Look," I said. "Can't we put this off till some other ... "
"Bernie," JoAnne said. "Remember when we were in the closet? What a good time we had?"
"Sure, but ... "
"Remember you said you liked the way my tits felt and you wanted to see what they looked like?"
"Yeah," I said.
"But you never got the chance, remember? But now you have. Would you like to see them now?"
"Well ... sure," I said. "But right now my interest is purely academic."
"All right," JoAnne said. And she crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the bottom of the pullover and with one smooth motion drew it up over her head and off. She dropped the top on the floor and stood there, letting me look at her boobs. And look at them I did. They certainly weren't the largest breasts I'd ever seen, but they seemed plenty big enough for her slender body. They were beautifully shaped and they stood out firm and proud, like two ripe fruits ready to be plucked, their stiff red nipples pointing perkily upward.
For the first time that day, I acknowledged the faint possibility that some time in the future I might be interested in sex again.
JoAnne moved toward me. "Touch them, Bernie," she said.
I didn't have the strength to argue. I touched them. I touched them for a long time. They felt marvelous. I stroked them and squeezed them and felt them all over. I strummed the nipples with my fingers. JoAnne made appreciative little noises as I did so. I felt a definite stirring in my crotch. A stiffening. An expansion.
JoAnne looked down at my trousers and grinned. "Academic, huh?" she chuckled.
"Well, I ... uh ... you ... "
"Kiss me," JoAnne suggested and moved closer, My arms slid around her and her upturned mouth sought mine. We kissed. Her mouth was sweet and hot and very mobile. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, stroking and caressing. I felt her naked breasts pressing into my chest, the nipples hot little points through my shirt. Her lower body moved against my hard-on, making it harder. The kiss went on and on and when it ended I was breathing hard and wasn't thinking about my hangover at all.
We might have gone right into another kiss, but Irving, across the room, cleared his throat impatiently. He was completely naked by this time. "What about me?" he demanded. Just like a little kid. "Don't I get a kiss, too?"
"Go jump out the window," I said.
"Of course," JoAnne said, walking over to him. "Take your clothes off, Bernie."
I removed my clothes while I watched her kiss Irving. She kissed him with the same enthusiasm with which she had kissed me. It pissed me off, but it didn't make me any less horny. I figured maybe I could go through with this crazy scene after all. And then I would throw Irving out the window myself, still naked, as an entertaining distraction for the tourists.
When they broke apart, Irving's cock was hard, too. JoAnne looked from one to the other of us with a blissful expression on her face. If she had said one word about whose was bigger, I would have walked right out of there, clothes or no clothes. But all she said was, "Oh, my God, I can't wait! Let's do it."
She unfastened her skirt and let it fall, then pushed down her panties and was naked. Deliciously naked. Her sweet little backside was nicely rounded, but the compact slimness of her enticing body made it seem somehow unlikely that she could take two large pricks inside it. It was going to be a tight fit and the thought of it was getting to me.
JoAnne instructed Irving to lie down on the floor. She straddled his body and crouched down, taking his oversized dick in her hands. "Let me get this inside me first," she said, licking her lips. "And then you go up my ass, Bernie. Okay?"
"Anything you say," I told her.
"I admire a woman who knows what she wants, "Irving said.
"This will go a lot better if you just be quiet, Irving," I suggested.
"Both of you be quiet," JoAnne ordered. "We're here to screw, not talk." And with that she began to lower herself onto Irving's monster cock.
It was a gradual process. She took it in a bit at a time, pausing after every inch or so to accommodate herself to the massive invasion of her snatch. The breath rattled in her throat as she slid slowly down the widening shaft and her moans and whimpers and little cries of pleasure made me impatient to get inside her and elicit some of those sounds myself.
Finally she had it all. For a long moment she just sat there on Irving's hips with his entire prick up her pussy, panting a little, with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. Then she bent forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her breasts brushing Irving's chest.
"All right, Bernie," she said breathlessly. "Now. Come on. Now."
I crouched behind her, straddling Irving's legs. Her delectable, rounded ass poked out at me. I put my hands on it; it was as soft and smooth as a baby's. Moving closer, I spread the luscious cheeks apart. I saw the crinkly little hole I was supposed to enter. It looked so small and tight....
"Come on!" JoAnne moaned impatiently. "Do it, Bernie."
My father always told me it was impolite to keep a lady waiting. Of course, he usually imparted these words of wisdom over a long series of drinks in the local bar, while my mother waited at home and wondered whether he'd show up for dinner. But I digress.
I placed my porker carefully at the opening of her asshole. I pushed. She grunted and pushed back at me. I pushed some more and felt a yielding, felt my dick sinking in....
"Oh Jesus God in heaven," JoAnne said.
"Should I stop?" I asked, hoping her response would be in the negative.
"You do and I'll kill you," she warned. So I didn't.
"Aaahh!" JoAnne said. "Oh Christ, Bernie. Oh God. Oh yes. Aahh. Unnhh. Aaahh. Is there ... is there much more?"
"Some," I answered.
"Go on," JoAnne panted. "But slow. Oh, yeah ... easy ... Oh my ... oh my God, it's so ... it's-Christ! Fuck me now! Both of you inside me ... Oooohh ... "
Her hips began to make little jerking movements back and forth. She didn't have much space to maneuver in. But each time she moved back, my cock sank a little deeper into her wonderfully-tight rectum. I could feel the hardness of Irving's huge prong through the membrane that separated us; it would have turned me off completely, if it hadn't been for the incredible feeling of that clutching, squirming asshole squeezing my happy honker.
"Ohh!" JoAnne moaned, moving harder. "Oh God, it's good. It's so good! ... I'm filled up ... so full of you, oh Jesus ... two cocks ... stuffing me ... all of me ... aaahh ... ooh fuck ... fuck me till I burst ... "
I was willing. I began to move inside her, trying to pick up on her jerky, erratic rhythm. Irving was doing the same from beneath her, but for the most part it was JoAnne who did the work, sawing herself back and forth on our big cocks, groaning and babbling. I was ready to come any time, especially after my recent frustrations, but I gritted my teeth and held on. I didn't want to come before she did-and certainly not before Irving.
Irving was in a better position than I was. Not only did he get to lie down while he fucked, but he had the benefit of JoAnne's lovely breasts sliding on his chest as her writhing body leaned over him. And once, she lowered her head to kiss him passionately on the mouth. Annoyed by this inequity, I gave a particularly-strong thrust, bringing her head back up and wrenching a loud cry from her throat.
She seemed to like it so much that I did it again, digging my cock improbably even deeper into her narrow anal passageway while her cunt was jammed down over Irving's pole. Her cries turned shrill and she began to come. Her whole body shuddered and her trapped hips jerked and twisted repeatedly. I felt the entire length of her shit chute massaging my prick in rhythmic spasm. More than anything, I wanted to let go and shoot my load right then into the farthest recesses of her anus. But Irving showed no sign of coming and I was damned if I couldn't hold out as long as he could. So I hung on and let JoAnne ride it out all by herself.
"Oh, lovely," she said breathlessly after a while. She was still crouching between us with our cocks inside her, but she had pushed herself up so that she was leaning forward on her hands rather than her elbows, her head hanging down, her mouth open and panting, her dark, sweaty hair falling over her face. "That was lovely. Oh. Oh. I'm so glad you boys are still hard. It feels so nice. Let's do it some more."
"Whatever you say, my dear," Irving said. "Speaking for myself, I am enjoying this immensely."
"Shut up, Irving," I said automatically.
"Come on," JoAnne said. "Nice and easy to start, okay?"
We started. Nice and easy. It was more controlled this time, slow and sensuous, but with the underlying promise of a wilder passion as things moved on. JoAnne was more relaxed now and I moved easily inside her snug little chocolate speedway. The three of us were just getting into a fine, cooperative rhythm and were beginning to build nicely toward what I thought might be a triple orgasm, when, without warning, the office door opened.
Jarvis stood in the doorway.
Everything stopped.
Jarvis stared at us with his mouth open and we stared back. At least I did-I don't know what the others were doing, except that nobody moved. I was too stunned. Irving, on the bottom, probably couldn't move anyway and JoAnne seemed perfectly content to stay right where she was.
Jarvis's face went white. Then red. Then purple.
"Grimble!" he choked out. "What-what are you-what's going on here?!"
JoAnne gave a little sigh. "What does it look like, Mr. Jarvis?" she said. "We're fucking."
"You-you ... " While he tried to sputter out his indignation, Jarvis's popping eyes were glued to Jo Anne's body, especially her tits. She made no attempt to cover herself.
"Why don't you come back a little later, Mr. Jarvis?" she asked sweetly.
"You-I-Miss Grimble! This is my office!" Jarvis raged.
JoAnne shrugged. Jarvis watched her breasts. "Stay if you like," she said. "But at least shut the door, okay?"
Jarvis's jaw worked. "Miss Grimble-I have never ... You ... you're fired!"
"Come on, Mr. Jarvis," JoAnne said. "You can't fire me and you know it. Who would make your decisions for you? This place would go bankrupt in six months."
His mouth opened, then closed again. Obviously, he agreed with her assessment.
"But-but ... " he choked. "How can you-right here-in my office ... ?"
"Well, you were out," JoAnne explained reasonably. "Anyway, you've done some fucking in here yourself. With Peggy Ashe, remember? Author of 'The World, His Plaything'?"
The real author of that masterpiece, whose cock was buried in her hot cunt at that moment, made a low growling noise. I kicked him in the shin. Jarvis's face went back to red again. "Just-just-get out," he sputtered. "Leave my office. Right now."
I was ready to pull out of her butt and make a leap for my clothes; but JoAnne didn't move an inch, so I stayed where I was. It was nice in that tight little hole.
"But we're not finished yet," JoAnne said. "Besides, if we left now, you wouldn't get to look at my tits anymore."
Back to purple. "I-I'm not-I don't ... "
"It's all right," JoAnne said. "I don't mind. I'm glad you like them. In fact, why don't you come over here and get a closer look. And I'll suck your cock for you."
Back to red.
"Come on," JoAnne coaxed. "It'll be nice to have three cocks inside me at once. And you'll love it. Come on. You know you'd like to put it in my mouth."
Jarvis wavered for a long moment while his indignation battled it out with his lechery. No contest. I saw the little bulge form in his trousers. He was already breathing heavily as he waddled across the room toward us.
JoAnne reached for his fly as he got there, quickly pulling down his zipper and digging out his stubby cock. "All right, guys," she said happily, "let's get this show on the road." And without further preamble, she took Jarvis's fat little prick into her mouth and began to devour it.
Jarvis made a sound like a dying seal.
JoAnne made a more appealing noise, muffled though it was by Jarvis's flesh and her hips began to move again. I joined in with her enthusiastically and I guess Irving did what he could to help things along. JoAnne showed her appreciation. Her noises got louder, her movements harder. Her breath whistled in her nostrils, but she didn't miss a beat on her boss's cock. Her moaning mouth moved steadily back and forth, in counterpoint to the wildly-spasmodic rhythm of her body as she was buffeted between Irving's hips and mine.
Jarvis was huffing and grunting like he was going to come any moment. Though I could well have done without his presence ( not tomention Irving's ), I was hoping he wouldn't pop off too quickly, since being pronged by a trio of cocks rather than two seemed to make JoAnne hotter than ever. Her twisting, whip-sawing hips were doing things to my whang that had my head whirling-or was it the other way around? They were having some effect on Irving, too-he was panting and groaning now, I was glad to hear. Not that I wanted him to enjoy himself; I just didn't want him to outlast me.
But Jarvis was not going to last. He was gasping and hissing and making horrible noises, which meant that he was either coming or having a heart attack, or both. Then, with a gurgling yell, he grabbed JoAnne's hair and held on to her as though he meant to shove his dick down her throat. Having seen his equipment, though, I doubted if it reached much beyond her teeth. His crotch jerked several times against her face while he made weird rattling sounds from deep within himself. JoAnne sucked and swallowed, until, with a final groan, he let go of her and staggered back.
His now-limp dork looked ludicrous hanging out of his open fly. He looked down at it as if it had betrayed him, then hastily tucked it back in and zipped himself up. He started to say something, but evidently could not find a sentiment adequate for the occasion. Nobody was paying much attention to him anyway. After a moment, he turned and waddled out, closing the door after him.
"Alone at last," I said, which made JoAnne giggle. But not for long; she was too busy gasping and groaning as the three of us got back into stride. Up to now, JoAnne had pretty much set the pace. But now I began to take over. Irving picked up on my movement and soon we had set up a strong, steady, contrapuntal in-and-out rhythm that had her climbing the walls. She screamed as she came a second time and I could only hope there was nobody in the outer office to hear her.
I was close to the edge myself and I knew damn well that Irving was, too. Our mutual rhythm speeded up-it was the first time the two of us had ever successfully cooperated at anything. I think we both wanted to make JoAnne come yet again, along with us. And we did. She yelled louder than before and collapsed on top of Irving, her body jerking uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back anymore and I was relieved to hear Irving's loud groan of completion just at the moment my cock exploded, shooting jet after boiling jet deep inside that twitching, clutching backside.
We fell apart and lay sprawled every which way on the floor, all of us gasping for breath. After a few moments, JoAnne spoke.
"Let's do it again," she said.
I groaned. "You're kidding," I said. "No, I'm not."
"I can't," I said. "Not right this minute, for God's sake."
"I can," Irving said.
I closed my eyes. "Listen, JoAnne," I said. "You open the window and I'll push him out of it, okay?"
"This is a modern building," JoAnne said. "The windows don't open."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I guess you can't have everything. In that case, let's do it again."
"That's the spirit," Irving said.