“I love you, Mrs. Bryant,” he told me in a nervous whisper, then kissed me on the cheek and left.
I sat around thinking about Ricky for quite a while, dreaming idiotic dreams about how nice it would be to take a boy like him and make him into a really satisfying lover, train him to please me in every way as often as I liked. I toyed with the idea very pleasurably for some time and came up with some pretty wild fantasies.
We were alone together driving the freeways and stopping at motels and staying at beach resorts. Whenever I felt in the mood, I would take off my clothes and say, “Ricky, I want you to go down on me.” or “Ricky… backside… in easy now.” I fancied myself as using him as a Virtual slave to my passions and reveling in his adoration of me as a basically sexual animal.
It was during this reverie that the telephone began to ring and brought me back to my senses. My first thought, of course, was that it would be Charley wanting to come over and make love. I was definitely not in the mood for that. What I wanted to do was take a long perfumed bath and then a drink or two and go quietly to bed and purr to myself with impossible thoughts of Ricky. Not that I was serious about him. The ideas just seemed to be pleasant and comfortable.
“I'll be in town there most of the summer,” were the words that came over the phone as soon as I answered, “I want you to prepare for my staying with you. I mean, tell the neighbors and the boyfriends that your real lover has returned.”
“Bob?” I said with a touch of surprise and shock when I realized who it was, “You… you've got nerve you haven't even used yet. I'm sorry, lover, you'll have to try your routine on one of your other shack jobs.”
“Denise, I have had a very rough two years,” he lowered his voice and began to speak with that pseudo-sincerity of his. “This comes straight from the heart, Denise. You have never been out of my thoughts. I think by now that Kathy must have confessed to her preposterous lie. She's a much more mature girl now, and I would hope that you have also reconsidered and are more appreciative of what I tried to do for you that summer.”
“I'm getting mar…,” I started to tell him, planning to say that I was really going to marry Charley, but then I cut my speech short as a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to me, “Bob… you've had to play roles, do a lot of acting and all in your work, haven't you?”
“My dear, I have been posing as fatuous and stupid American tourist in the East for two years!” he yelled at me. “Of course I do a lot of acting. Now, what is this sudden professional interest in my acting ability?”
“Bob, could you pose as my ex-husband…?” I asked him, very excited by the plan that was forming in my mind. “Bob, I have a problem with this man. I can't afford to just ditch him. He's an important man locally, and the chairman of the school board. The idiot wants to divorce his wife and marry me. But… if you could pretend to be my ex-husband…”
“Very well… very well,” he answered before I had finished, exasperation coming through in his voice, “Yes, I'll bail you out of this mess. Of course, I can play the part. Just you don't forget that my name is Bob 'Bryant'… or does he know your husband's name was Mai?”
“No… that's fine. You'll be Bob Bryant,” I agreed readily, feeling so wonderfully relieved of a monstrous burden. “That's good, isn't it. I mean, so long as I can call you Bob… I'm not likely to slip up.”
“Well, of course, you stupid bitch!” he railed at me unpleasantly, realizing I was at his mercy now, that I needed him desperately, more than he needed me, “Do you have a pencil and paper?”
“Well… yes…”
“All right, take down this address,” he ordered me, “Lincolnia Motel Courts and Golf Club, Paso Delta, California. Wire me three hundred dollars first thing tomorrow, and I'll be there tomorrow night.”
“Three hundred dollars?” I shouted, “Bob… my bank account is probably overdrawn now… and I've got less than forty dollars in the house…”
“You'll get it,” he snapped. “Just don't take too long.”
And with that, he was off the phone. I thought of asking Charley for the money, but that would have been too much. I mentioned before that I do have a conscience. I don't know how it figures in, but there are some things I can't do. That was one of them.
In desperation, I called up Bill Britten and he came right over. He seemed sympathetic to my problem, and provided thirty dollars of it right on the spot to watch me sit down and expose myself, then masturbate with a vaginal vibrator he had brought with him. I had used vibrators before, but this was something different. It had a self contained battery and motor inside a plastic dildo. It took a long time for it to work me up enough to orgasm, but the sensations were enough to orgasm, but the sensations were terrific.
Bill said he knew of a stag party that was going on at a lodge out in the country. He thought I might be able to get three hundred from the men there, if I would agree to anything and everything. He called them up, but they told him there would have to be two girls along for that kind of money. I didn't know what to do, until Bill suggested Cindy.
She was willing to help me out so long as I would come see her more often, or if I would pay her back two hundred dollars. It was the first time she had ever been so businesslike with me, and I knew why. It had been my fault for ignoring her practically except when I was lonesome or had a problem.
The stag party was a pretty awful experience. There were about ten men there, and when we arrived they had just finished looking at some sex films. They fought over who would be first, and more than once, just as I was beginning to enjoy intercourse with a man, someone else pulled him off. When things quieted down I sometimes had as many as three or four men working on me at once.
For Cindy, it was all work, as I am convinced that her only real pleasure came from being with a girl, no matter what she said. For me, however, I must admit that the attack by several men at the same time was wonderful, although sometimes awkward and difficult.
I recall lying on the bed while one man had regular intercourse with me and another got on his hands and knees over my face and put his huge penis in my mouth. As the others gathered around, I took two of their penises in my hand. A big fat character then suggested that I could also accommodate a man backside.
I lay on my back atop this skinny fellow named Andy. He had a wart on the end of his penis that was the subject of much joking, but it was long and slim, was the reason for his choice of the back position. I straddled him to begin with, while my anus and his penis were thoroughly greased with some kind of cream they had. We had to work at it a few moments before he could gain penetration.
“Ow… no!” I recall screaming as he inserted very deeply. But in a few moments, the pain and shock subsided and I lay back a little, supporting myself by putting my hands down on the bed beside me. Another man then came up between my legs and attempted to put his penis in my vagina. At the same time, the big fat man stood on the bed straddling us and I put his penis in my mouth and began to suck it.
There was a problem with the man who was trying to put it in my vagina. The man under me moved down farther so that I could lean back more. Finally, I received both of the men in the adjacent entrances between my legs. However, the positions were so uncomfortable that intercourse was next to impossible. The fat one was the only man satisfied in that three ring circus.
Cindy and I Were asked to make love as they watched. No sooner did we start, than the men were crawling on the bed with us. I was on top, so I received one of the men from the rear. I also had competition with going down on Cindy as two other mouths fought for the same goal. What I found most enjoyable in that was the sensation of receiving the man in my vagina from behind as Cindy licked around us.