Chapter 12
Lei Ng was high, feeling no pain. She'd hung with the martinis after lunch until her mouth was a little loose and her face flushed. She got with the music, rocking and swaying in time with the record player, gleaming and bare, the shiny black triangle of her womanhood setting off an artistic balance to the penduluming of her long, black hair.
Her nipples were distended, almost black they were so dark against the luminous golden quality of her flesh. She was sweating, and the moisture sheened her skin to make her even more lovely, even more appealing.
Jan was sitting on the couch, her small legs crossed, her own pink nipples erect, her eyes fixed on the dancing woman. She'd downed two drinks, and they were also having their effect on the youngest Allison.
Cleo was on a stool at the bar, her long, slim legs curled around the stool legs in a manner that thrust the rich brown hair of her pussy out in a direct temptation. Slender girl, almost lean, she was precision made, symmetrically fitted joint to joint with a jeweled attention to niceties.
And here was Rush Scanlon, onetime pug, onetime con-now master of all he surveyed, the boss and only rooster in this harem of chicks. He felt like an emperor, a sultan; he felt on top of the whole damned world, and all the hard time in the prison, all the monkish training years, had been worth this moment.
Damn! They were all so beautiful, all so desirable, but he wasn't limited to a choice of one. They were all for him, all pliable and agreeable and ready to do anything he might desire.
He finished his drink and felt the slight numbness of his lips, the vague fuzziness that clouded his peripheal vision, and knew he was well on his way to getting smashed. All the edge should have been worn off him by now, all the horniness screwed out of him, but it wasn't.
He watched Lei writhe and bump in the contortions of her dance. He felt the rdid beat of the music, the hard rock flame of it. Rush was ready again, contemplating the manner of orgy that would most titillate him, for it was all spread before him, like a bounteous feast, all warm and ripe for him to feed upon.
Lei was ready to join the party now. Her eyes had been beckoning first him, then the Allison girls in turn, and he realized that she'd had to get high in order to swing with it, to go with the mood.
Cleo got off the bar stool and walked gracefully, nakedly, toward Lei. The record player changed from hard beat to a slow, dreamy ballad, and Cleo walked right on into his arms. Their breasts slid across each others, then fit together, overlapping and interlocking as their satin bellies touched.
Their thighs caressed, the pale ones and the golden ones; Rush stared at the soft blending of their pubic hairs, for they were about the same height, and their mounds came together-the gleaming black of Lei's pussy, the shining brown of Cleo's pussy.
Hands on the other's hips, they danced, bodies meshing, Lei's head on Cleo's shoulder. They danced around and around, legs sleek and eye catching, tails rounded and dainty. Their breasts moved in time with the music, in the beat of themselves, with the pulses that throbbed inside their acutely aware bodies. Eyeing them, Rush knew what was going to happen, knew that Cleo Allison and Lei Ng were already making a form of love, and that they would naturally move on to the final commitment, to the logical culmination. And he remembered how eager Cleo was, for the act of oral love, both as giver and receiver. He thought of the kicks Lei got out of it, too.
He thought also that the idea should somehow bother him, but it didn't. He wasn't in competition with any of the women, nor they with him. If they sought pleasure with each other, that was their privilege, their right, and he wouldn't even try to deny them.
They danced along, turning lovely about the room. Rush saw that Jan Allison's eyes were fixed hypnotically upon the other women, that she was also caught up in the flowering of their passions.
Now they had hold of the buttocks, leaning back so that the pelvis were shoved tighter, so that their high, full tits juggled the erectile nipples as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Each tiny movement had turned highly sensuous; every touch was lascivious; every breath they took drew in the flavor and scent of a sharp lust.
Down they went together, as if at some signal unheard by anyone else, sinking fluidly to the floor in a lovely tangling of flesh and shapes and colors Rush went to the bar and filled his glass from the cocktail pitcher, staring down at Cleo and Lei as they sorted out their bodies and readied themselves for the act of love.
"Me, too," Jan murmured, her glass at his elbow, her eyes glazed, but focused upon her sister and the Chinese woman.
"Can you take it?"
"Sure, hit me again, as they say in Vegas. Look at them, Rush. Just look at them. They're so sexy and so beautiful."
"I'm looking," he said, and poured Jan a drink.
Lei was flat on the floor, her knees bent and lifted, her golden thighs spread wide. Cleo lay between them, grinding her belly into Lei's, kissing her and stroking her body with knowing hands. Lei rolled her head from side to side, and kissed her lower back. Rush could see the darting of tongues between their mouths, and he was caught up in the movements of their bodies.
Jan's hand fastened hard upon his forearm as they stood together at the bar, looking down on the love scene.
"Wow," she breathed, deep in her throat. "Wow, man-Cleo is going to go down on her. I never saw it made like this before. It grabs me, it really turns me on."
She pressed her thigh to his, and ran her left hand over his belly, down into his crotch, where his rod was beginning to turn stiff. But she never took her eyes from the woman moving on the floor.
He was almost as excited as Jan, he'd never seen this, either, and the picture of one woman teasing another, fondling her as a man might caress her, this sight grabbed him, too.
Lei wiggled and moaned, her teeth set and gleaming as her full, red lips twisted in the strain of her passion. Cleo was at her breasts now, kissing them, cupping them and moving her avid mouth from one nipple to the other as she nipped and pulled gently upon them in turn.
Down Cleo went, sliding and kissing, licking and tasting, down Lei's flexing belly, hesitating only momentarily at the belly button to run that darting tongue in and around. Lei moaned louder, gripping the carpet with her fingers and rolling her hips from side to side.
"Now," Jan whispered beside him, "now, baby-now she's going down on her." Her hand clung to his stiff cock, the other hand cupped her mound, and she was trembling. He felt tremors pass through her body to the hand on his prick.
On the carpet, Cleo plunged her face into the black, deep pubic hair. Lei stopped moaning, but the rasp of her breathing was loud, and her breasts rose and fell in a furious rhythm. She brought up her legs and crossed them just below the knees, crossed them around Cleo's shoulders, locking the brown head of the woman between her thighs, drawing her deeper into the act of oral love making she was performing.
Lei's hands came up also, and found Cleo's hair. She clung to it and rotated her pelvis, hunched and ground it on Cleo's face, screwing her head as if it was a man's prick she was riding. Cleo in turn stroked the lifted buttocks, the heaving belly, and made little moaning noises herself as she worked on the vagina, on the clitoris she was nipping and pulling open.
It was a wild sight, and Jan was panting at Rush's side, squeezing hard upon his rod, squeezing also upon her own mound, her eyes staring and her mouth open, her lips touched now and then by a quick, red tongue.
He helped Jan off the bar stool, pulled her hand from his organ, and drew her to the floor with him She was in a state of near catatonia, and he could manipulate her body, her limbs, as if she was some kind of doll.
So he posed her with her back to him, on her knees as she continued to stare hungrily at the interlocked women before her. Then Rush lay down on the carpet and slid forward on his back, so that his legs passed between hers, and she was kneeling just above his upright penis. Reaching up and taking her by her small, svelte waist, Rush pressed her down gently upon his cock. Jan flinched, and he stroked her tail, caressed her slimly rounded buttocks with his palms. She came down upon him, and he sat up to assist her, to help her take his meat into her always tight, always like a virgin sheath.
Into the lips it went, and Jan sat down just a little more. Hot she was, as ever, and oiled by her excitement. It pushed on up inside her vagina, and the quivering hot walls of it held him grasped in a muscular ring of velvet.
All the way; to the hilt, the root it went, locked into this tighest of all pussys, this child-woman's cunt that made each time he screwed her like a first time for them both. Jan sat down upon his crotch, and sitting now, he reached around and took her breasts in his hand, pressing the nipples in and letting them spring rigidly outward once more.
He could only hunch upward a little bit, her weight was on him, but Jan took the play and began a slow squirming that ground her tail against his pelvis and the length of her narrow passage upon his prick.
"Oh-oh look," she panted. "Lei's getting it. She's making it-oh, Rush!"
Rush looked. Lei was clawing at the carpet and flinging her legs about as she lifted her belly into Cleo. She cried out, a wordless, near mindless sound of fulfillment.
Jan shook and lurched upon him and came with a rush of hotness, a rolling, twisting flood of wetness as she let go with her fluids to bathe him, to drown him in the bubbled goodness of her inner self.
But he would not come in her, not now. Not so soon. He gently lifted her from his aching tool, slid it damply out of the small, sweet girl, and she rolled aside for him. He went to Cleo as she was lifting her face from between the trembling, golden thighs of Lei Ng.
Turning her over upon her back, he mounted her without preliminaries, going in between her legs and driving his prick strongly into her moist slot, pushing it into her with a steady pressure that seated him into her vagina to the base of his rod.
Smiling, Cleo brought those long, slim legs around his back and rolled up on her shoulders as he drove it home to her, pulled back and drove it home once more. She ground to his thrusts, lifted and hunched to his withdrawals, and moved from side to side with her ass.
Rush screwed her there, screwed Cleo Allison well, and she reached back to take hold of Lei's ankles. The touch tied them together, made them a unit of three parts, instead of separate entities. Rush laid the meat to that lush, brown box, hunched and churned it into that clenching pussy, reveling in the embrace of those lithely beautiful legs.
He dug the oneness of them, dug the holding of Lei's dark eyes as she stared into his. She was high on alcohol and sex, and he was far out on sex alone-no, on sex multiplied and overlapped by its common denominator of ecstasy.
Then, as he slid it back and forth in Cleo, Jan Allison came to join them She sat calmly at her sister's head, and stroked Cleo's hair, as the woman moved in the rhythm of the screwing.
And when Jan had watched their faces and seen the stepped up beat of their bodies, when she had heard the heavy rasp of their panting, then she leaned forward and took Rush's head between her palms.
She put her mouth to his, and ran her tongue inside to cavort upon his tongue, mixing her breath with his and her essence with his.
So then they were not three, but four. They were four enchanted lovers held in a magic grouping, locked one with the other in a mutual imprisonment of love-passion-desire-lust-love.
Cleo came, shuddering and moaning. Rush came with her, pumping and heaving inside her suctioning box, while Jan chewed lightly upon his tongue, while Lei stared sex into his eyes.
Four they were, and would because of this multiplication, never be ones again.
"Wow," Jan said after awhile, "oh-wow, wow."
She spoke for all of them.