And she knew that was what was happening now. Larry's tool, his throbbing, pulsing tool, was on the doll's cheeks now, grazing her face, dripping on the lips, waiting for her tongue to dart out to lick up the jism that he knew she loved. Running her tongue over her numbed lips she could taste the sweet stickiness. Drawing it inside of her she felt his cock come with it, thrusting its way down into her throat. She sucked hard on the tip, running her tongue down its length, using her tongue to push it against the roof of her mouth, then with her mouth sitting on it she began the slow rhythmical sucking she had learned was the best way.
In my mouth, come in my mouth, her mind shouted while her cheeks swelled to receive the hot spewing come that she wanted so badly. She could feel his balls on her chin and she wanted them inside her too. She wanted to feel them drain inside her, to feel the molten liquid run down her throat, to savor it in her mouth, to cover his prick with it. With the taste and the feel of him still inside her mouth she now felt his mouth on her cunt, his tongue knifing deep into her, she sat that moment savoring then the fingers in her rear.
Three cocks? Yes, she had three cocks in her and her body was smothered with the weight and heat of a writhing, pleasure-taking animal biting at her, licking her, grinding heaving thrusting deeper and deeper until she could feel her body screaming as it reached up to meet the force head on, convulsively shuddering, her mind straining to cope with the cataclysmic turmoil building broiling boom-booming in her loins with the swirling-feeling taking over, the crest riding her and not she riding it as she surrenders to the all-encompassing folding-in tremors growing until the dam breaks and she takes over, she riding the crest now, peaking surfing until The crashing explosion was one which unified mind and body.
Moaning softly, writhing-riding, the tidal waves wash over her as she slowly, reluctantly awaits the final tremor to pass through her innards. Then comes the serenity and peace to bathe her in the euphoric glow which defined all that was good in the universe.
She opened her eyes. Larry stood over her, the doll unseen, gone, forgotten as he stood astride her body. He grinned and she saw his hand was moving, stroking his own cock. Of course, she thought, he would need She quickened again, surprised to feel the excitement rising within her. Grasping his legs, she tried to pull him down to her but he laughed and, leaning down toward her face, gave one. final stroke to his purple-veined, pulsing penis, giving up the hot, creamy, white come that she had been sure had been discharged eons ago just now inside her. It bathed her face as he buried his head in her breasts. Reaching up, his fingers smoothed the milkiness onto her eyelids and down her cheeks, into her mouth. As she felt his hardness on her stomach, he pulled away and rested his weight on his extended arms, his cock barely touching her navel.
He laughed. "It was good. You did fine, Gert, just fine."
Chapter 2
Larry left the following Thursday for Denmark.
Friday morning about eight, Gert listlessly looked out her kitchen window. The street outside their suburban home was quiet, except for the occasional hum of a car slowly moving along the asphalt, the driver watchful at this hour for schoolchildren making their way to their places of study. Down to the left she saw the white truck of the milkman come to a halt in front of the Jefferson's house. Four kids there. Lots of milk to deliver. She and Larry had no children yet. They'd talked about it, but neither were ready. No children, and Larry hated milk. Hence no milkman ever came to their door. Gert thought about that. The thought was one element among several others, the others having driven her from her bed at an unusually early hour for her, the others having to do with Gert herself and her capabilities to grow intellectually and Crap. Pure crap. Be honest with yourself girl. It had to do with what Larry had said. It was the night before last. They both' were slowly sipping kahlua on the rocks, their favorite after-sex liqueur, a drink that added to the feeling of being fully satisfied, body and soul and flesh and bone.
He had been talking about his job. He sold and oversaw service on electric power generators for the international division of his company, but that wasn't what he had been discussing with Gert. He was afraid-deathly afraid-that the company might offer him a promotion that would keep him home all the time instead of his present one that kept him country-hopping at least one week out of every two on an average.
"If s not that I don't like being home, Gert. You know that. It's just what I think our marriage would be missing if-well, you know. A marriage needs freshness, newness, to keep it from going stale. Without these trips of mine-"
Without these trips of his. Well, he was right, wasn't he? Weren't those trips important to their marriage-and the "souvenirs" he brought back each time?
Larry had presented it that way over eighteen months ago when he had returned from Somaliland where one of his business associates had introduced him to a young but very experienced girl "to entertain him during his stay." He had come home from that trip surprising Gert with his first try to enter her behind. Stomach to stomach had been their bedroom mainstay with an occasional-very occasional-mouth-to-cock-and-cunt variation. He had primed her first by introducing a well-Vaselined finger, slowly, gently into her rectum while they were screwing in the conventional way. She was startled at first and tried to move his hand, but he stopped her with a forceful thrust into her cunt that made her forget the other arena of interest. It had taken over a half hour of gentle prodding before he told her what was next. He rolled her onto her stomach and relaxed her by running his cock down her back, separating her buttocks as he came to the crack, grazing his penis over and into the ravine teasingly, coaxingly, knowingly. She had seen him reach for the jar of Vaseline and wondered briefly what its purpose was. As he slathered the yellow, greasy substance onto the full length of his maleness she started to protest. Playfully pushing her face into the pillow, he daubed a fingerful around the anal entrance. He massaged her buttocks until he could feel the tension leaving her body ebbing, draining until she was as ready as she was going to be.
Poised over her he reached his hands under her stomach and gently lifted the lower part of her body to receive him. He toyed with her breasts with one hand and stimulated her clitoris with the other. His mouth drew slow circles on her back, his cock drawing closer to its target. When she was about to come from the clitoral stimulation he rammed it into her, thrilled with the shrieking cry that he. knew so well. She had come the instant he entered her.
The ramming, reaming cocking he had given her that night had netted eight big ones-eight orgasms in just about that many thrusts.
Later they talked about where he had gotten the idea, and he gingerly explained how he could not refuse the well-meant hospitality of his business associate.
"Seems it would have been tantamount to telling him I didn't want to do business with him," was the way he put it and, although she was more than slightly jealous, she had to admit that she had liked the end product (pun intended) and further rationalized that he'd never see the girl again anyway so it was really no skin off her back, so to speak. Subsequent trips and experiences she asked no questions about, though Larry usually explained in detail how he had acquired the knowledge. She was no longer jealous of the black, yellow, slim, big-breasted, small-boned, wide-hipped, or whatever sexually arousing females that she knew occupied her husband's evenings and sometimes weekends. The souvenirs were most welcome.