Chapter 6
When Paula and Lyle first entered his room, he went to work on her like an octopus, and this confirmed her theory about quiet retiring men:
They turned wild when you got them alone.
One hand grabbed her lush bottom. The other rubbed her back, causing her breasts to agitate against him. His tongue speared into her mouth and lashed back and forth.
She moaned and felt his passion come up.
Wheel she thought. I've got myself a live one!
She lashed his tongue with hers and soon felt the full dimension of his power prodding her. she slipped her hand to it and caressed him through his clothes.
"You hot little witch!" he panted as he pulled his mouth free. "You don't know how I've wanted you! I never thought there was a chance."
"Well, you've got me now, lover," she murmured, "and we have all night." she blew at his ear.
He rocked her back and forth in his arms and she enjoyed the firm goad which pressed against her middle. She could tell he was well hung.
"Let me undress," she said and started pushing herself out of his embrace, but he grasped her all the tighter, kissed her moistly on the neck, and found his way once more to her mouth. As their lips sealed together and their tongues played, he began to pull her skirt up at the back.
It happened that Paula was standing with a mirror behind her, and in it Lyle could watch what his hands did while he continued to kiss her. He saw what he felt:
His hands crawling all over the lovely plump hemispheres of her panty-sheathed butt, holding the curves and jiggling them up and down as his left forearm kept her skirt and slip firmly bunched at the small of her back. Her pants were pale pink, sheer and clinging. They revealed her cleavage and they slid erotically against his hands, enhancing the soft lustiness of her ass. She wore no garter belt.
He reached to the small of her back, hooked the panty elastic, and began pulling it down. He bared half of her tight satiny crack and the silken hills which converged to form it before Paula jerked her mouth from his and wriggled out of his grasp, letting her skirt and slip fall back to conceal her.
"Man, you really come on!" she exclaimed with a little laugh as she straightened her panty elastic through her outer clothes. "How about letting me undress for you, hm?"
"Okay," he grinned lustfully. "I always liked strip shows."
He sat down quickly, as if ashamed of the bulge in his pants, and she moved over beside the bed.
Her dress was pink, and this she removed quickly. It left her in a pink bra and matching short lacy slip. She watched Lyle's eyes as she took her time laying the dress aside. He was eating her up. she was pleased and encouraged.
Now she turned momentarily the other way and lowered her slip.
Man, the can on her! Lyle thought. It was the prettiest he had ever seen.
Her stockings had narrow welts which were elasticized to hold them up, so no harness was necessary. She wore only pink bra and pants, hose, and white, high-heeled shoes.
She turned to face him, and the darkness which showed through the pink nylon at her crotch caused his erection to throb higher. What a luscious babe! He had to be the luckiest guy in the world tonight.
He didn't waste a thought on Jill and Joe and what they were doing in an adjacent room. First things came first in Lyle Carpenter's mind, and the taking of the sexy black-haired witch in front of him was all that mattered now.
She smiled, enjoying his lustful admiration, and again he turned, opening her bra and sliding the ribbons down. She worked her arms free of them and faced him with her hands over her bra cups, holding them on her mounds the way a professional stripper sometimes does to heighten the erotic effect before taking the cups away and showing the customers her pasties.
When Paula let her cups fall, no circular bits of paper or plastic shielded her gorgeous nipples. They were bare and beautifully erect, standing out like little red corks, the disks around them nicely textured and well-defined. Her boobs were white and softly full, but marvelously projecting.
"Do you approve?' Paula teased and shook her magnificent tits at him.
That was all the teasing Lyle could take. He had to possess this lovely creature without another moment's delay.
He lunged from his chair and rushed her. She was able only to gasp as he powered her onto her back across the wide luxurious bed, and she thought fleetingly of Uncle Jack and the way he had taken her long ago.
"Easy, darling...." she begged as Lyle pulled down her pink silk pants and tore them off her legs.
She let her legs fall wantonly apart, her knees up slightly.
Lyle stared at her black-haired snatch as he threw off his coat, jerked his tie loose from his throat, and pulled at the buttons down the front of his shirt. Laughing, she placed her hands at his waist and opened his trousers. She palmed the moist peak in his knitted briefs as he tossed his shirt away. Now he gripped his underwear at the waist and whisked it down to his knees together with his pants.
His long penis angled high.
Paula tried to grasp it to bare its head, but Lyle pushed her hands away and propelled himself forward on top of her. Holding his shaft, he felt for her opening. He found it and pulled his skin back just as he slid himself into her.
"Oh!" she cried when she felt all his rigid length in a single lunge. "What a big one!"
"Bigger than Joe's, huh?" he said between heavy breaths. He was sprawled on his elbows, his hands gripping and squeezing her tits.
"It's big! Let's just say that."
He started to pull and thrust vigorously.
At first Paula wasn't alarmed, because many men liked to go with some real strong thrusts at the beginning, to get the total feel of what was around them before they settled down to work on it in earnest.
But when he kept up the brisk pumping and actually increased its tempo, she cried out:
"For God's sake, take it easy!" she tried to grasp his hips to hold him off.
He wouldn't be slowed.
"Lyle! Jesus, I'm not that fast!"
He came, spurting and bucking, his eyes rolling back. The thrill was exquisite for him.
And then it was over.
"Damn you!" Paula cried. "What's the flipping idea, anyway?"
"You didn't make it?" he mumbled.
"You know good and Goddamned well I didn't!" Tears were in her eyes. She was quivering with dammed up passion.
"I'm sorry," he said. "We'll try again in the morning."
"Morning?" she shrieked. "You expect me to wait until morning when I'm like this?"
She began to move around him, hoping she could stiffen him up, but he oozed out of her. He rolled onto his back.
"I'm sorry you're slow," he breathed. He leaned to turn the light out. "No! Keep it on." He squinted at her curiously. "Kiss me to it, will you?" she asked. "What do you mean?"
"Kiss me here." Her hand showed him. "Hell, no!" he snorted.
She hadn't been so angry for as long as she could remember. A terrible turmoil was raging within her.
She leaped to her haunches, her large breasts tossing, and then she fell across him on hands and knees, her luscious tits cascading down.
She dropped her face toward his loins.
"Cut it out!" he yelled and tried to wrestle her away, but she was persistent and brought her mouth into contact with his limp penis.
The touch gave him a peculiar sensation. He had never experienced fellatio. He had thought about it but he considered it dirty and sinful.
Now, when he was freshly sated, the idea was thoroughly repugnant to him. Yet his body experienced a twinge of response, and this momentarily lessened his resistence.
Paula's seeking mouth took him in. she began to stimulate him with sucking contractions of her lips.
"Heyyy ... stop-that!" he snarled, recovering from his momentary confusion. He viciously threw her off him. "Wait until morning, damn it! What are you-a nymphomaniac or something?"
Paula could hardly believe her ears. How could a man be so dense? Didn't he know anything about women? Was Jill so flipping fast that he could satisfy her with a dozen strokes? And if he didn't satisfy her, did she take it and keep quiet? Hadn't he ever tumbled other broads, for Christ's sake?
She rose to her hands and knees again and looked down at him.
"Do you know what I ought to do?" she raged. "I ought to run out of here just the way I am, bare ass, and grab the first man I see. Then I ought to bring him back and let him screw me on this bed so you can see how it's done."
"Don't be foul-mouthed," he said. "How much did you have to drink tonight, anyway?"
"You think I'm drunk, you poor jerk?' She laughed bitterly. "I had exactly two martinis before dinner like everybody else and a glass and a half of Burgundy with the meal. And as for being foul-mouthed...."
"Paula, for God's sake, shut up! Let's get some sleep. I told you, we'll try again in the morning."
Paula lay down on her back, astounded. She had never in all her life met a man like this. How in heaven's name did Jill put up with him? she shut her eyes to try to ease the torment that was raging through her. Every nerve in her body was quivering. Her heart thudded.
The bed creaked as Lyle reached and turned the light out. "Good night," he said. He rolled onto his side, facing away from her.
The insufferable jackass! she thought.
She considered getting up, throwing some clothes on and going to Joe's room. Regardless of how many times he had taken Jill, he would be able to do something for her. That way she could achieve satisfaction.
But she couldn't do it. Jill would be terribly embarrassed, and Joe would probably never forgive her. After all, the whole game was her idea in the first place.
No, she would have to suffer in silence.
Well ... perhaps not. There was a way, but it shamed her to think she would have to resort to it.
Her right hand crawled across her soft belly and down into her moist bed of curls. She parted her tingling lips and ran her middle finger into her crevice. Oooo ... that felt good.
She began to stimulate herself slowly as she stared into the darkness and created a fantasy of man above woman, probing and plunging. The man was not Lyle, nor Joe. He was a faceless man-virile and tireless-with a heavy prick which he pumped into her.
Her own hand, now with two fingers employed, supplied the friction, stroking across her throbbing little clit. Her other hand rubbed her breasts, whose nipples were just as stiff as her clitoris was.
Come on. .come on, she mentally exhorted her imaginary lover, and her hips began to twist. This caused the bed to vibrate.
"Paula? What're you doing?" Lyle's voice was sleepy.
Shut up, you creep! she thought as she went right on.
"Paula?" He sat up and switched on the light.
He caught her in the midst of it and again robbed her of a climax.
She shrieked and leaped off the bed, sobbing as she hip-Wiggled to the bathroom.
The crazy fiend! he thought. No wonder she thought up this swapping business. Joe couldn't satisfy her. No man could. She ought to put herself into a whorehouse where she could take them on one after the other. Maybe then she would get there.
He stared for a moment at the partially open bathroom door through which light showed, then snapped off the bedside lamp and lay back.
Hell, maybe I'd better get my clothes on and get out, he thought. I've screwed her. That's all I wanted. She's got a hell of a body and I enjoyed it. Maybe I was a little faster than usual because of that, but she certainly had no cause to kick up a fuss.
He thought of Jill with Joe:
I wonder if she's under him right now with his rod sliding up and down inside her. What I ought to do is go to their room and drag her out. But Joe would be mad as hell. He might slug me.
Shit! I should never have agreed to this kooky scheme.
But Paula's sure built. Humping her is something I can remember for a long time to come.
Imagine that bitch, wanting me to lap her? I suppose Joe does that. That's probably the only way he can keep her quiet, the poor slob.
In the bathroom Paula sat on the toilet with her legs spread. She was working on herself again. This time her progress was especially slow because of the effect of her double humiliation. But she gradually inched toward a climax.
When she reached it, her release was soft and not very satisfying, but at least the rubber band was no longer taut. She could return to bed and fall asleep.
Sleep beside Lyle-that clod?
No. She would sleep in the car instead.
She washed her hands and returned to the bedroom.
She should have cleansed herself in another respect as well, but she couldn't do that now. She began gathering her clothes.
"What're you doing?" Lyle growled from the bed.
"I'm going to spend the night in the car," she informed him angrily.
He sat up, staring at her in the dim light from the bathroom. Then he realized that this would look bad for him. What would Jill think when she found Paula there in the morning?
"For Pete's sake, come to bed," he said. "I'm sorryl Does that make you feel any better?"
She neither replied nor looked at him. She had straightened her pink briefs and now was getting into them, breasts bobbing.
"Paula ... look. I don't Want you to sleep outside. Come on back to bed."
"Go to hell!" she snapped.
He sprang from the bed and walked over to her. He gripped her by the arm and made her look at him. Her make-up was a mess. Her hair was mussed and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her eyes were tortured.
"I'll try extra-hard in the morning," he said, controlling his voice with an effort.
"Oh, will you! I wouldn't let you touch me again."
His pride couldn't take any more and he swung his hand, slapping her hard across the cheek. She gasped and clutched herself. Now her eyes took on a different look altogether. There was grudging admiration in them.
"I said, come back to bed," he stated firmly.
They stared at each other for a few moments and he released his hold on her. she walked around the bed and got in, wearing her stockings and pants.
He gazed down at her for a little while, as if to satisfy himself that she intended to remain where she was. Then he walked to the bathroom and turned off the light.
He returned to bed and got in beside her silently. He lay on his back and thought about all that had happened.
"Paula?"
"What is it?" Her tone was flat.
"You and Joe-do you make it with him?"
"Always."
"The straight way?"
"Any way at all." He swallowed.
She said, "I've never been with a man who couldn't make me climax."
He turned to gaze at her in the darkness. "No bull? Do you swear that's the truth?"
"Oh, Lyle ... please," she said wearily. "I want to sleep now."
"No. Not yet. Are you leveling with me? Am I that bad?"
"You're atrocious. Unbelievable. And it's such a shame because you're a., handsome man. And you're hung. You ought to give a woman a great deal of pleasure."
"What can I do?" His voice was thin and quavering, like a punished child's.
"Well, don't cry about it. That's first."
"I'm not crying, God damn it! I just want to know. I've been all right with Jill for the three years we've been married."
"Have you? Are you sure?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed, but his tone was defensive. "She gets there ... most of the time."
"I'll bet she doesn't tell you how many times she misses out. If there's one thing that a wife knows, it's that she has to be careful of her husband's precious ego. But I don't have to worry about your ego, you see. I'm not married to you."
"Paula...." His voice almost failed him, but he forced himself to say: "Help me, will you?"
She turned toward him. "Do you mean that? You really want me to?"
"Yes."
She considered.
"All right,"-she said finally. "But not tonight. We've made too much of a mess of things. Let's go to sleep. In the morning we won't tell Joe or Jill what happened. Then in a day or two I'll keep that date you wanted to make with me. That is, if you still want to."
"Yes!" he said gratefully. "I do."
"All right, tiger," she murmured and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, good night."
"Good night, Paula. I'm really sorry."
"All right, Lyle. So am I."
They kissed.