Chapter 10
When they got down to Perry Street it was apparent that Norma had not had the time or the foresight to tell her roommate that she was bringing a guest to the apartment. The girl looked startled when she saw Paul coming through the door behind Norma, but she recovered quickly, putting down her drink to snug the belt around her short, sheer, white robe. It was also apparent that she had nothing on underneath the robe.
Tat," Norma said, "meet Paul." Pat nodded and smiled. She had a nice smile. Paul felt he ought to apologize for her initial embarrassment, however fleeting.
"I'm sorry to come barging in like this. We should have called or shot up a flare or given you some kind of warning."
"It's all right. I'm used to surprises."
"Never mind," Norma said, sharply. "Would you like a drink, Paul?"
"Scotch, if you have it. With a little water."
I'll join you," Norma said, going through the doorway that apparently led to the kitchen. No Martini, Paul thought. What was the world coming to? Tat, can I freshen yours?"
I'm fine, thanks," Pat said, and sat down across from Paul, crossing her legs. Her robe fell apart at the knees. She had very slender, almost thin, legs. Nicely shaped, but very slim. The rest of her was downright thin. Her breasts were small swellings, really, making her chest look almost boyish. The nipples showed through the sheer cloth of the robe as purple and pointed. Paul got out a cigarette and lighted it, to have something to do beside stare at her. She had black hair and big, dark eyes. Disconcerting eyes.
She got up and brought an ash tray over to Paul. She was nicely built, with a high, round little ass, but she was definitely thin.
And then, as she straightened up from putting the ash tray on the coffee table in front of Paul, he noticed her one outstanding physical characteristic. He couldn't help but notice it. It fairly screamed at him. It seemed to hit him in the face.
Her snatch. Or rather, her snatch hair. It blossomed forth blackly, starting halfway down her belly, actually pushing out the robe in front. It seemed to have a life of its own, to bush out and fill the room with its presence. Paul stared, transfixed, until she turned and went back to her chair and sat down. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long, quivering sigh.
"Do you work with Norma?" Pat asked.
Paul could hear Norma having trouble getting an ice tray from the refrigerator, but sat where he was. The ice was her problem. He wanted to sit right here with the forest primeval.
"I'm with her agency, yes," he said. "I just started a new job there today."
"I know you don't work with her," Pat said. "Nobody works with her in the half-ass job she has. I've been trying to get her to take some jobs from my agency, but she seems to like what she's doing. Which is nothing, and she has a point."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a fashion model." She laughed moderately. "Can't you see? Skin and bones and bird legs. We all look like this, more or less."
"I think you're lovely," Paul said.
"I have my points, but they're mostly hidden."
The hell you say, Paul thought. Norma came into the room and set a drink down in front of Paul, then settled herself beside him on the couch.
"Don't you think Norma would make a good-looking model?" Pat asked.
Paul looked over at her. She was a good-looking girl, without her glasses, and she did have a fine neat body, a bit on the lean side, but voluptuous compared to Pat's.
"She sure would."
"Thank you," Norma said. "But I'm perfectly happy with what I'm doing."
"Which is nothing," Pat repeated. "Exactly. I meet such interesting people."
"Like Paul?"
"You don't know yet," Norma said, "how interesting he can be."
"I'd like to find out," Pat said, sipping her drink and looking at Paul over the rim of the glass. Those eyes, he thought. Drive a guy nuts.
"I want to get into something comfortable," Norma said, as if changing the subject She stood up. "You've had a long day, Paul. If you feel like taking a shower, help yourself. Bathroom's in there." She pointed.
Thanks, I'd like to," Paul said, standing. He'd been wondering about that, remembering where his cock had been last. And his hard-on hadn't gone down completely since they'd left the office.
"Good," Norma said. He was sure she remembered where his cock had been last. It was a wonder the girl could walk. She went into the bedroom and came out carrying a man's terrycloth robe. She tossed it to him.
"After your shower, don't bother to get dressed. Put that on, and we can all be comfortable."
Smooth operation, Paul thought He liked smooth operations.
When he came back into the room, barefoot, wearing the robe Norma had tossed to him, she had already changed. She was wearing a short, sheer garment identical to her roommate's, and appeared completely relaxed. She should be, Paul thought after the workout he'd given her over his desk.
He, himself, was anything but relaxed. He'd gotten a rampant .hard-on after his shower, and the robe poked out in front of him as he crossed the room and sat down.
The robe didn't stay completely closed when he sat, and for just a split second the swollen purple head and part of the shaft of his prick popped into view. He covered it quickly, but not quickly enough to conceal it completely from Pat. Her great dark eyes widened. "Holy smoke!" she said. "Sorry."
That's nothing to be sorry about, believe me," Pat said.
Norma was smiling. She seemed to take some sort of proprietary pride in the size of his cock. And after all, Pat had seen only a small portion of it.
This robe is a little rough on my modesty."
"Fuck modesty," Pat said, sweetly. "Why must you be so formal?" He was carefully keeping his prick covered. The robe looked like some sort of tent in his lap.
"Well, you're being formal," he said. Her white slender knees were demurely crossed.
"So I am," she said. Slowly, lazily, she uncrossed her slim legs, opening a wide V as she casually lifted one leg and draped it over the arm of her chair.
That better?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Much better," he said, staring.
Through the great, dark, bristling bush of dark hair, the long dusky-pink lips of her cunt parted, and a brilliant redness showed through, glistening as though wet already.
"You're still formal," she said. Paul had been too busy staring.
"So I am," he said. He leaned back against the back of the couch and, slowly, as Pat had done, he lifted the flap of the robe and tossed it aside, spreading his legs slightly as he did so. His gigantic obelisk of a cock strained upwards, throbbing. My God, it did look big, he thought, even to him. And from where Pat sat, it would look even bigger. She'd be seeing the whole thing, from the pendulous ball sac to the base right up to the pulsing red tip.
"My God in heavenl" Pat said, "and this is heaven. I'd never believe it."
As he watched, the lips of her cunt parted further, like a mouth ready to take in food.
"Since we're not being formal any more," Paul said, "may I lass you hello?"
"What?" Pat said. She looked astonished.
"Kiss you hello," Paul said. He got up and crossed the room toward her, preceded by his great thick shaft. He dropped to his knees between her open legs, opened his mouth, and planted a deep, sucking, tongue-probing kiss into the mouth of her cunt.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," she gasped.
He looked up at her and smiled wetly.
"Hello," he said.
"You're too much," she said shakily. "Let's get that dream of a cock of yours into the bedroom, quick. I almost came just looking at it."
"I was just going to suggest that," Norma said coolly. I'll join you in a minute." She got up and headed for the bathroom, dropping her robe to the floor. Her white ass twinkled out of sight.
The bedroom was large. There were two wide double beds.
"Don't do a thing," Pat said. "Just lie on your back on one of the beds. I'll do the rest. Oh, boy, will I do the rest"
He lay flat on his back in the middle of one of the beds and watched her as she stepped up and stood astride his legs, her great red cunt seeming to flame in the center of the dark jungle of her bush. Slowly, she bent her knees and let herself down in one long, smooth, unhesitating descent until the open wet mouth of her cunt engulfed the apple-hard head of his cock.
For a brief instant, Paul panicked. Pat went berserk. Totally ape. The effect was that of putting a plug in a socket. As her electric cunt made the long sliding descent down his thick crowbar of a shaft, she closed her eyes and screamed, then began to gyrate her hips in a wild circular motion, as if to escape the impaling, upthrusting sword, while her cunt, with a life of its own, demanded a deeper, and deeper, and deeper penetration.
He lay back, keeping his hips arched and his prick at the total disposal of her ravenous, gulping twat. There was no possibility of matching any kind of thrusting rhythm to her crazy grinding. He looked at her face, the eyes squeezed tightly shut, the mouth distorted, issuing groans and squeals that had no relation to any human sound.
The feel of her twat depths gave him the sensation that his cock was drowning in a warm whirlpool bath. Now and again she would lift herself, and her inner cunt lips would convulse, clutching and squeezing and strangling his rock-hard shaft with a death grip around the neck, just below the head. He watched her writhing throat, the Adam's apple riding up and down in a series of wild gymnastics related solely to the messages of hysteria sent up from below. Squirming, writhing, squealing, gyrating, grinding, pumping, the girl appeared to Paul to be in a perpetual state of insane orgasm. His oaken cock was an interested participant, but that was all. The referee at a prizefight. A member of the cast. But her electric, all-engulfing, devouring cunt was the whole show.
When God made this girl, Paul thought, feeling strangely detached from the paroxysms around his pole, He built a cunt. A supreme cunt, a cunt to end all cunts. The rest of the body was just an afterthought.
He became aware that Norma was standing beside the bed, and looked up at her. She was smiling calmly, watching her roommate's gyrations. She seemed amused, but only amused, by the whole tempestuous scene. She noticed Paul looking at her.
"She's never had anything like that inside her," Norma said. "Never."
He put a finger to his lips. Pat was gasping audibly now and making regular pumping trips up and down his shaft.
"Sshh," he said. "You'll wake the baby."
"She can't hear a thing. She's in another world."
"You sure?" he said, thrusting up to meet Pat's descents.
"You could shoot a gun off behind her and she wouldn't hear it."
He put out a hand to where she stood, and she put her round white ass in profile. He stroked the smooth globes, slipped his little finger between them, into her asshole. She wriggled. Jesus, his finger had slipped in easily.
Suspiciously, he withdrew his finger and raised his hand to his face. I'll be damned, he thought. Perfume and Vaseline. She wants a tongue job. What the hell, he thought. Every day you learn something new.
He smiled up at her, then extended the tip of his tongue from between his lips.
"Come here," he said.
"That's my Paul. That's what I was hoping for."
She straddled him, facing her panting, groaning roommate, and let herself down slowly. He parted her yielding white globes with his fingers. What a tiny, neat, puckered pink-brown thing a girl's asshole is, he marveled. Her cunt lay softly open and vulnerable beneath it, and he gave it a long, lingering lick just for old times' sake. Then, tentatively, with the tip of his tongue still holding the cheeks of her ass spread apart with his fingers, he touched the tiny puckered eye of her asshole.
She quivered. Slowly, deliberately, he started to lick it, tasting the perfume and the Vaseline, until the entire crack of her ass was wet with his saliva. Stiffening his tongue, he pushed at the tiny opening. It gave way easily, and his tongue entered. Norma moaned, and he probed deeper, licking and sucking, until his tongue was deep in her ass. She writhed, and a sound like weeping came from her. Her asshole, Paul knew then, was even more responsive to a tongue than a cock.
She writhed, and moaned, with joy-riding Pat flailing around in front of her, and Paul lost all touch with time and space. Then, from somewhere, he heard screaming, and knew that Pat had somehow reached the peak of her insane ecstasy and was at last in orgasm. He drove his cock deep, and let it explode.
Norma had already sagged away from his probing tongue. He rested for a minute, and when he tried to move, discovered that Norma was asleep, and so was Pat, her head on her roommate's back.
Paul was too weary to struggle out from under them, and after a while he slept, too. They slept that way, the three of them, like a bucket of tired eels, for two hours, and when they woke up they repeated the performance, with variations, and kept repeating it, with more variations, until three in the morning, when Paul finally got up and dressed and got a cab back to his hotel.
He slept like a baby.