Chapter 7
When Carol and I arrived at my apartment, it was two o'clock in the morning. But neither of us felt tired, arm and arm we went into the kitchen and I marveled at the ease which I touched her with. Somehow physical contact seemed so open and so natural between we, two, women. Something in me felt like a schoolgirl and something like a woman and we giggled and kissed.
We were both expressing hunger so we went to the ice box to look for something to munch on. I was starving, and so was Carol, we took all kinds of food out of the box, milk, meat, eggs, bread, butter, fruit. We went to work preparing a sumptuous feast.
No sooner did we have the whole thing laid out on the table and we two sitting down when there was a soft knock on the door. My heart stopped. In a flash I realized that it had to be Harry, Harry whom I had forgotten about for the last two hours or so.
"Who the hell could that be?" Carol said looking at me.
I didn't say anything but I got up from the table and went to the door. I opened it and found, sure enough, Harry Smyth, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Hi, Jane, I thought that you'd be asleep but I saw your light on...."
"Do you want to come in?" I said coolly.
"I can explain...."
"There's no need to explain," I said, smiling tightly, "Come in and have something to eat with Carol and me."
"Carol's here?" He said suspiciously.
"Yes, she's spending the night."
Harry and I walked back into the kitchen and Carol greeted him cheerfully, "Sit down, Harry, what's your pleasure at this late hour?"
For some reason, there was no tension and I was feeling no pain. Perhaps the mechanism in my brain that had been causing me so much agony had gone to sleep, but all I felt now, sitting and eating with these two young people who were both now my lovers was a sort of warm weariness.
In the spirit of my happiness I reached and grabbed Harry's handle underneath his jeans. He recoiled and looked at Carol and then back at me.
"Don't worry, Harry," I said smiling, "Carol knows all about us."
Harry looked surprised.
Carol giggled and said, "But does Harry know all about us?"
We both burst out laughing, and affectionately hugged each other.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked, looking from one of us to the other.
"You want to know what's going on, Harry Smyth?" asked Carol like an indolent child, "Well, watch this!" And she got up from her seat and came over to me. She bent down and put her arms around me and kissed me fully and wetly on the mouth. I returned the kiss in the spirit of the message to Harry.
"Shit," Harry shook his head, "you two ladies are lesbians?"
"Among other things," I said. "That's no reason for Harry to get all upset. What were you doing tonight, anyway? Probably getting it on with some sixteen year old."
"I was not," said Harry. "If you must know what I was doing, I was swimming with a group of friends of mine."
"Without clothes." Carol giggled.
"Sure, without clothes, why else would anyone go swimming at night?"
"With girls, too, I'll bet."
"Well, there were girls there."
I couldn't believe that I wasn't jealous. But I wasn't. I wasn't feeling anything but curiosity at what Harry and his friends had done.
Carol persisted, "Tell us about it, Harry, was it an orgy?"
Harry blushed, his ego looked like it was recovering from the shock of me and Carol. He took a drink from his orange juice and then scratched his head. A big smile came over his face.
"I guess you could call it that."
Carol and I insisted that he tell us all about what happened, and so he did. Whether what he said had really happened or not, I suppose I'll never know, but it certainly was as possible as not.
"Well, Jane, you know I said I was going to the movies with friends? Yes? well, when I got to my friend Hank's house he told me that there had been a change of plans and we were going with a bunch of people down to Cranberry beach, down to the Leather Man's Cave to have a party. He said that there was going to be lots of beer and smoke there and the whole thing. I didn't want to go at first, thinking that I would never make it back to your place by nine-thirty, but he kind of coerced me. After all I had no valid excuse for not going except to tell him the truth about me and you.
"Anyway, we got in his car and drove down to the beach. When we got there to the cave there were already about twenty people there, guys and girls. Everyone was drinking and laughing and somebody had brought a radio and people were dancing to the music.
"I have to admit right from the start it looked like a pretty good party. As we all got higher and higher on the booze and the smoke my friend, Hank, who's got a good imagination suggested that we pretend we were all cave people living together. Everybody was just drunk enough to accept the game and just sober enough to play it.
"Well, it started out when all of us went wildly running down to the beach, tearing our clothes off as we went, making caveman noises and beating our chests like gorillas.
"We all splashed into the cold water and we were having a great time swimming around wrestling. It got pretty intense. There was a moon out tonight and we could all see each other's bodies as clear as day. Man, there were all those naked tits and ass and most all the guys got hard-ons as soon as we got out of that cold water and back to the fire in the cave.
"We all huddled together for warmth, nobody putting their clothes back on or anything. We sat there snuggling and somebody started passing around another joint. Pretty soon it got to be fondling and caressing and touching, I mean you couldn't help it. Here was all this flesh around you just begging to be clutched to your cold skin.
"I got me a handful of some chick's tits, they weren't bad tits either. She came over and sat on my lap, and I immediately got a walloping hard-on.
"I watched the scene that was occurring all around me, already Hank was balling some chick right on the sandy floor of the cave. All the time I was caressing these chick's tits I was watching Hank spread out those pair of legs and climb aboard. I saw his cock make contact and then take the plunge. The girl got real excited right away and started squirming around on the ground. Hank lay across her and found her mouth. They were locked in this real tight embrace and his ass was going up and down in the air and humping the shit out of her.
"She was loving it so much and all that she kept yelling obscene things in the air and wrapping her legs around his back. Hank stopped for a minute and adjusted their position so that her legs were bent up underneath his shoulders and her cunt was really exposed to the onslaught of his cock.
"It was some scene and the other people around who weren't watching were busy imitating Hank and that girl.
"Meanwhile my hand had found this girl's cunt and I already had three fingers working around inside of her. She was raising her body up and down on my fingers and creaming all over my hand, fucking my fingers you know. While she was doing this she was sucking at my ear and I felt like I was going to burst from the feelings I was getting between my legs.
"I looked around the room and in the light from the moon and the light from the fire I saw a number of interesting combinations. To the right of me there was this one chick, Sheila, she's a real popular girl you see and she had two guys messing with her. One of them was sucking on her tits and the other one was eating her out. She was really digging it. Her eyes were screwed shut and she kept reaching out with her hands and worming around from the thrills she was getting.
"To the left of my was my friend Burt, who was getting sucked off by his girlfriend, I guess at that point they were trying to play it straight with each other and not get into any of the other action. But while Burt was getting sucked off, and she was doing a real good job, too, he was looking all around. I guess it couldn't have helped but to turn him on really super because he came in about half a minute. Man, was it something the way that girl swallowed his hot come.
"Her whole face was bulging with his hard, throbbing cock and she just gulped away all the time with her finger stuck up his asshole and asking for more sperm.
"All around me and this girl whose cunt I was working on, there were variations of the same thing. One chick was getting it up the ass and sucking off another guy at the same time. A couple were engaged in sixty-nine and generally there were all kinds of strange noises and movements going on.
"I had never imagined that so much fucking and sucking was possible, but it sure had me turned on. I was in a frenzy, and I couldn't stand it much longer. I laid the girl I was diddling down on the ground, pushed her legs apart with my thighs and got the hell on her.
"I think she wanted to say something but I never gave her the chance. I just plunged right into her and immediately began to hump the shit out of her.
"It felt so good, it was such a relief to have my bursting cock surrounded by that warm, wet pussy flesh. I knew it wasn't going to take me very long to get my rocks off. I pumped her real fast, I hoped that she was as turned on as me, because I just couldn't wait for nobody at that time if my life had depended on her.
"I felt like a caveman, I really did. I felt like a big, strong Beast, like an animal. I socked it to her like I was trying to break her in two. She must have liked it though because she was humping me back as fast as she could and yelling all kinds of obscene things at me, telling me to fuck harder, fuck harder all the time. I did my best to oblige the lady and it wasn't long before we were both coming fast and furious and ripping each other apart with the intensity of our orgasms.
"All around there were slurping and pumping noises and when me and the chick I was fucking had gotten off each other we sat back to watch all the action.
"It went on for a long time like that, after a while I felt life coming back to my prick and I left the girl and got into some of the other action. I found a chick who had just been fucked and got her to suck me off.
"I must have come about ten times before we all got so wiped out from the beer and the smoke and the sex and all that we just laid around like a bunch of dead people.
"Arms and legs and torsos limp, head and cocks shrunken and limp, cunts glistening with sperm and sweat. A pile of fucking bodies. You never seen so much flesh in all your days.
"Anyway, when we finally got up to go, collecting our clothes from the beach I had Hank let me off down the block. I wanted to come by Jane, I felt I should come to see you...."
Carol and I, having enjoyed Harry's account of the orgy, were extremely turned on. While he had been telling it her hand had found its way to my crotch and mine to hers and we were rubbing each other gently but getting a little more intense about it. My mouth was practically hanging open with desire.
"Harry, you don't have to explain. I hope you had as good a time as me. We all ought to get some sleep, though." I said, "You know we all have work in the morning."
Carol had a glint in her eye. "How about we all sleep together in your nice, big bed, Jane?"
Feeling as crazy as I did, I agreed to it, and my mind was flooded with the thought of having both Carol and Harry in bed with me. Would it happen? Could it happen? Carol supposedly didn't go for guys, but she seemed to be deliberately instigating some kind of scene here.
I shrugged. Suit yourself, I thought.
We all went into the bedroom and after we had brushed our teeth and peed and all, got undressed and climbed awkwardly into my bed. Carol was laughing softly to herself as she crawled into the middle.
"Can I touch your cock, Harry? It's been such a long time since I felt a man down there."
Harry said it was okay with him if it was okay with me and I said that I didn't mind.
I listened to the three of us breathing and I knew that Carol was touching Harry's cock and his balls. Suddenly I wanted to feel what she was doing. I climbed over their two bodies and got on the other side of Harry. I pushed my body against his body. He lay on his back, and Carol and I lay on our sides and we both had a hand down between his legs.
Harry moaned slightly at what we were doing to him. His cock, in spite of his saying that he had already come ten times, got hard again. I felt his stiff prick and I felt Carol's hand nervously running up and down it. I touched his balls and held them in my hand, hefting them like they were prize diamonds or something.
"Let's turn the light on, Jane," said Carol and she jumped up to do that. She then came back to where we were lying and the two of us got down between Harry's legs like we were doctors examining him.
Carol wanted to put the cock into her mouth and she did that. I laughed at the funny way she looked with all that hard meat protruding from her face. I began to lick up and down Harry's thighs and around his stomach.
Harry squirmed like he was getting a forced enema or something. "Shit, you girls are driving me crazy."
"Come on, Harry, are we doing it as good as the girls at the party did?" I asked. "Argh," Harry said.
So Carol and I continued for a while, but then I stroked her hair and asked her, "How would you like to have his cock inside of you, darling? It's been a long time. You might enjoy it."
Carol seemed to like the idea, and Harry said that he would like to try it. So I arranged their bodies. Laying Carol on her back and spreading her legs out, I put two pillows underneath her hips and her lovely cunt was exposed to whatever might happen.
I then took Harry by his cock and positioned him right above her cunt. I placed his cock inside of Carol. She was nice and wet, and I knew that he would have no trouble penetrating her.
"Oh, Harry, she's going to be so nice and tight in there." Carol shivered a little bit, but Harry was taking it easy with her. He probably didn't have the energy to do otherwise if the story he had told us was true.
His cock began to enter Carol's cunt. Carol groaned and Harry shoved slowly but determinedly up into her, filling her with all of his meat. It was a terribly nice sight to watch, the way they were connected that way, that big, thick cock of Harry's filling up Carol's little cunt.
I pinched Harry's ass, "Now fuck her, Harry-fuck her real good." Harry needed no further invitation than that and began to screw her very nicely. He pulled out as far as he could go without leaving her cunt completely. After a while, Carol would moan whenever he pulled out and quickly push her body upward to get that cock back down into her.
They began to fuck in earnest and I watched, fondling both of them whenever I felt like it. Carol's face contorted with pleasure and sweet pain and sweat dripped off of her brow.
Harry looked very intent, very formal and solemn in his fucking of Carol, and the two of them went at it like a couple of rabbits.
I felt like flesh incarnate myself, my large breasts swinging free and my cunt as wet as the titanic after it went down. I placed one of my fingers inside of my cunt and worked it around slowly, eliciting even more creamy substance from my insides.
But now Carol was shaking all over and clutching at Harry's back. She was coming, I knew it and her frantic movements and strange cries excited Harry so much that he began to come, too.
What a delightful thing it was to watch the two of them plunging around on the bed, writhing and groaning in the, throes of ecstasy. I frigged myself harder with my finger, my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth from the vision of the orgasming couple.
The smell of the act was heavy in the air, the smell of Harry's sperm and of Carol's love juice and of my own secretions. There was also the smell of salt water that must have been on Harry from his midnight swimming party. Swimming, indeed, swimming in cunt.
After they had both relaxed and Harry lay on top of Carol trying to catch his breath, Carol reached out to where I was frigging myself nearby and started to help me. She stuck two of her fingers right up my cunt to keep my finger company.
But then she pushed Harry off of her, and, telling him to watch what we were doing, she went down on me. She sucked me with all the expertise that she had learned or that she inately knew. She licked me carefully, lovingly as if the secretions of my pussy were the most delicious liquids in the world.
My back arched as she sucked and licked and pressed her lips into my vagina and around my clit. Harry then came over and started to kiss my mouth, after a long, wet kiss, he began to kiss and lick the rest of my body. My shoulders, my neck, my tits, lingering there to taste of my nipples, he moved down to my stomach and went down and down until his head was beside Carol's and they were both licking and sucking between my legs.
Such delicious feelings I had never believed possible and soon I was entering into the period of sexual oblivion that one always wishes would last a lifetime. I rode with it, trying to stretch the spasms of my loins out forever, but it faded eventually.
My two lovers continued to lick me off, touching me with their hands and their tongues and giving me all of the tender loving care that anyone could wish for in a lifetime.
We didn't say anything to each other after that, it was almost five o'clock in the morning, and we were exhausted. The three of us dropped off into sleep in each other's arms.
When my alarm clock went off at eight o'clock I raised myself with great pain and looked down at the pair still sleeping. They were so tired that they hadn't even heard the alarm. I suppose I should have been just as tired, but I was too happy and too relieved of my jealous feelings to pay any attention to the health of my body.
I felt good, really good. I felt happy about going to work for the first time in weeks. I decided to allow Harry and Carol to sleep and go on to work by myself. After all, I was the only person they had to answer to at work.
I looked at them one last time sleeping in my bed, both young and beautiful, their hair tousled and tangled about their faces, their tanned skin gleaming in the morning sunlight.
They looked like angels to me, and I felt a twinge of jealousy for their age and their appearance. I shook myself out of it. Oh, no, not that again, I wouldn't let that happen again.
Loving Carol had helped me to get over my jealous feelings toward Harry. It hadn't mattered to me at all that he had fucked and sucked other girls at that orgy. It had been terribly nice to watch him fucking Carol.
As I drove to work I sang to myself, I was happy for the moment, there were new feelings that I had to deal with in myself, how I felt about Harry now, how I felt about Carol.
But I felt that they loved me and I was fool enough to think that the three of us had embarked on some kind of marvelous relationship, some sensual triangle that would last forever.
Again I had dreams of the three of us going off together and living somewhere. Maybe Boston, maybe New York. We could live together; we could shut out the rest of the world from our bedroom.
About eleven o'clock I phoned at my apartment. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. I assumed that Harry and Carol had probably woken up and gone home to either catch some more sleep or change and shower and come to work.
I called Carol at the boarding house where she lived. One of the girls answered the phone and said that she hadn't seen Carol since the day before. I phoned the number I had where Harry was supposed to live. His aunt answered the phone. I told her that I was Miss Andrews the librarian and wanted to know why Harry had not come into work.
She replied that she hadn't seen or heard from Harry since he had left for work the day before. After I hung up, a gnawing suspicion began. At first it was easy to deal with. I could dismiss it by thinking about the night before.
But as the morning stretched out into the afternoon and then it was time to close up, as I drove home, as I made supper for myself alone and found the evening to be quiet, no phone ringing, no late knocks at the door, I began to wonder more and more.
That night was not so bad, because I was so physically tired after the three-way scene the night before and then a hard day of work without Harry and Carol to help me. I found that I could fall asleep quite easily.
But in the morning I was plagued with dreams. Dreams of Harry and Carol lying naked on the beach. Their young, beautiful slim bodies arching together. Harry positioning Carol like a dog and mounting her from the back.
I dreamed of them kissing and intertwined, I dreamed of Carol sucking on Harry's prick and Harry kissing her cunt. I saw them in a thousand sexual positions and the pain was terrible.
And somehow the dream changed and I saw Michael's face and he was being tender to me, he was fondling my breasts and kissing my hair. Then his hand slipped down between my legs and he diddled my clit, his fingers sought out my vagina and he probed and probed. His fingers went up farther and farther into me while his tongue sought out my mouth. His tongue grew longer and longer and his fingers grew longer and longer.
I dreamed I was choking on his tongue and that his fingers were now in my womb. I couldn't stop him, I could do nothing, nothing but look up into his evil, cold eyes, his eyes wide open to watch the pain in my eyes.
I cried out in my sleep and clutched at my throat.
Suddenly I was assaulted by the clean, clear light of day. I was assaulted by the vapor of my own dreams and the possibilities that I was not alone in my room.
No, I wasn't alone. Once again, the green-eyed monster had joined me in my humble apartment, in my humble life and in my defenseless body.