She had a whole little fleet of orgasms, one coming right after another. All they had to do to bring her off was touch her and they never stopped touching her. But her climaxes in no sense slowed her down. Instead they spurred her on, increasing her need for an ultimate release.
She lay with her eyes clenched shut, her hands knotted into fists at her side. A penis pressed against her lips and her mouth gaped to accept it. Another penis slithered into her vagina. She nursed on one while the other pounded at her. They both were taken away from her, and she writhed desperately until the two had changed places; one, moist with her saliva, slipped into her just as the other, slick with her juices, filled her mouth.
Until at last she was between them. Warren lay on his back and she was crouched over him, his cock buried in her cunt, and she felt Bert’s hand on her buttocks and strained to open herself to accommodate him. Sully had used her thus in the past and she had learned to make herself accessible that way. Even so it was painful at first. She fought the pain and squirmed, impaled on Warren, and then Bert was within her as well and she was filled fore and aft, filled utterly, and it was as though she had spent all her life until that moment empty.
They moved in perfect unison, like performers in a ballet, matching their strokes, thrusting and parrying expertly. She felt them on either side of the narrow membrane separating her two cavities, felt them touching each other through the medium of her flesh. Their heads were to the side of hers and their mouths were glued together; they kissed each other deeply while they plunged together in and out of her body. She felt at once utterly apart from what was taking place and simultaneously caught up in a level in involvement she had never before known.
Sully they are fucking me one in my ass and one in my cunt and I am all filled up with cock I am overflowing with cock I am rippling like a bed of hot lava they are fucking the life out of me the soul out of me the hell out of me they are fucking the hell out of me Sully God oh God oh God I am on fire I am burning I am melting I am dying oh God fucking God fucking God—
There was a hole in the middle of the world and she fell right through it.
When she opened her eyes Bert was sitting on the side of the bed holding a cold cloth to her forehead. Warren was in a chair with a glass of brandy in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
She said, “What happened?”
“You left us for awhile,” Warren said.
“I passed out?”
“That’s a more direct way of putting it.”
“That never happened before.” She pushed the cloth aside and sat up. “Jesus Christ,” she said.
“How do you feel?”
“That’s hard to say, A little dizzy. Have you got a cigarette? Thanks. I feel terrific. My God.”
“I knew you’d be good, Melanie Melontits. I didn’t know you’d be this good.”
“Well, life has its little surprises. Jesus. It’s so completely different.” —
“What is?”
“Three.”
“You never—”
“No, never. It’s a whole new world.”
“Another dimension.”
“Yeah, right.”
Warren drained his glass and approached the bed. “You have a fantastic body,” he told her. He reached out a hand, took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve never had any enormous predilection for breasts per se. Not since infancy, at any rate. But your breasts have an undeniable appeal. They have character.”
“Watch it, you’ll get me started again.”
“This is nice, too. So warm and so tight. You’ve had children, have you?”
“No.”
“Never have them. Disgusting little beasts. They’d stretch this all out of shape, and that would be a dismal shame. Have you ever considered shaving this?”
“Are you serious?”
“You ought to think about it. Give it some serious consideration. Not that this fur is without its own special charm, but if you shaved it you would look like a little girl down there. And think how much more sensitive you’d be without that hair getting in the way.”
“I’m too damn sensitive as it is. Hey, don’t do that. You’ll get me all worked up.”
“You mean this will get you worked up?”
“Jesus—”
“Why, that’s the whole idea, you silly thing!”
“Hey!” She drew away. “I’ve got to get home.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Melanie. The night’s a pup. Not even housebroken. You’ve got hours.”
“I—”
Warren took her chin in his hand, tilted her head, and looked down into her eyes. Bert was sitting impassively at her side.
“One time’s not enough,” Warren said levelly. “You know that, don’t you?”
She didn’t say anything.
“Why, Bert and I have been boggling down Vitamin E all day long in preparation for the great event. And you’re hot as a cheap stove, Melanie. But there’s something you’re afraid of, isn’t there?”
She nodded.
“Do you want to say what it is? Never mind, I don’t think you have to. So let me tell you a thing or three. You don’t have to worry that Bert and I are going to wind up owning your soul. Is that part of it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because this is just one night. There won’t be any repeats. This is not how we normally live, Melanie. We normally live normally, as it happens. This is excess. There is a place for excess, anything worth doing is worth doing to excess, but even excess has a place and must be kept in its place. Are any of my words penetrating that charming little dumpling of a head?”
“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Warren.”
“As a matter of fact I think you’re probably brighter than you know yourself, Melanie.” He looked away for a moment, then fixed his eyes on hers again. “To continue. This is one night and that’s all. So we might as well use it all up while we have the chance. And we will not talk about this, Melanie. Not to your husband, not to anyone else.”
“I wasn’t worried about that.”
“It’s probably something you should worry about. Not in our case, but generally.”
“That’s my business.”
“Of course it is. What are you worried about, Melanie?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re trying to think. That’s the whole problem, you know.”
“Is it?”
“Of course. Women aren’t designed to think. Men think, women feel. That’s the way it’s supposed to work.”
“Oh.”
“And now I’ll play with you some more to keep your little mind out of mischief. What a sweet little cunt you are. Why don’t you give Bert some head while I do this? He generally likes it. That’s right. You have an aptitude for this sort of thing, don’t you, Melanie? A rare attribute among women. Don’t be shy, go right ahead. One of us will be sure to tell you if you do anything wrong.”
It was after four when she left. Warren and Bert backed their cars out of the driveway, then pulled in again after she had driven off. They walked back to the house in silence.
Bert said, “I really felt like putting clothes on and doing an automobile juggling act.”
“You could have given her the keys and told her to move them herself.”
“You know I’m nothing if not a gentleman.”
“Oh, I know that, all right. God, isn’t she incredible?”
“That’s a good word for her.”