I could not, of course, restrain my laughter, but at the same time the erotic titillations which the lewd suggestion evoked were vibrating through me and my face, felt like it was on fire.
“I guessed it. In plain words, you want to see me masturbate myself! Well, I've done it when there was no man around, but it will be the first time I ever did it with one right by me!”
“Then you'll be accommodating?”
“Excellency, I'm yours, body and soul, and your slightest wish is my command! How… how…” I exclaimed, again gasping with laughter, ”… how am I supposed to do it?”
“Don't ask me! I don't know how girls do it! I'm not even supposed to be here! You're doing it just as though you were alone!”
“Very well! But I'd better take another drink to make sure my modesty stays unconscious. It was never put to such a test before! Well, first, oh, ha, ha, ha, do I have to tell you what I'm thinking about while I'm doing it, too?”
“That would add greatly to the realism!”
“Well, first, I'm all alone, like you said, and I'm thinking about something I did with a man I liked… I'm thinking about what you and I did when you were here before…”
“Just a moment! I'm not supposed to be here, but you oblige, me to obtrude for a second. What you and I did when I was here before — we did a number of things. Be more specific in the interests of lucidity and realism!”
“Well, ha, ha, ha, I'm thinking of everything we did, and especially what you did to me first, while I was lying on the bed here, before I undressed!”
“Proceed. I'm withdrawn from the room again,”
“I'm thinking about how you licked me down there, and it makes me feel hot. My little thing in the top of my cunny gets hard and I'm wishing you were here to do that again. And the more I think of it, the worse it gets, and pretty soon I think I'd better do something to relieve the feeling.
“I can't decide at first whether I will or not, and I walk over to my bureau and get these pictures and take this one out and look at it…
“Excuse me for coming in again, let's see that picture… u-um!”
“As I was saying when I was interrupted by a phantom voice, I look at the picture. It's a very nice picture of a naked man and a naked woman, and the man has got his face, down between the woman's legs and he's doing something to her with his mouth. I think to myself, I wish that woman were me and the man Monty. But they aren't, so after I've looked at it awhile I put it back with the rest of the pictures and hide them under the clothes in my bureau.
“I think, what's the harm, I might as well do it, a little, anyway. So I come back to the bed and lie down on my back, like this, with my knees up and kind of apart, and pull my dress up out of the way.
“Then I put my hand down like this, with my two fingers, oh, ha, ha, ha, and shut my eyes, and, ha, ha, ha, rub this little, hard thing, kind of slow and easy, with just the tips of my fingers, and it feels awful good, and the more I rub it…”
At this point the realism I had injected into the pantomime threatened to overcome me, and I paused, hysterical with laughter.
“… and the more I rub… the more I rub…” I gasped… “the nicer it feels… until… until… the nice feeling… just seems to… burst inside me… OH!.. like it's… DOING NOW!”
I wiped away the tears which hysterical laughter had brought to my eyes. My face was burning as I turned toward my companion. His face, too, was a dull red; his reaction to the lewd portrayal had not been much less than my own. He sprang toward me, and I knew what he intended to do.
“No, no!” I panted. “Not now! Wait for me a moment! I'm dead down there now! Let me go wash myself and then I'll be all right!”
On unsteady feet I went to the bathroom and laved myself with tepid, scented water. Before I had finished my vitality was returning and the warm glow of voluptuous desire was beginning to reestablish itself.
“Well, Excellency, is your naughty curiosity satisfied? Now you know a girl's last secret!”
“Baby!” he answered in a tense voice, “that affected me more than it did you, I think. I was so near going off I couldn't have held it another second! Look at this…”
Unbuttoning the front of his trousers he took his cock out and displayed it, turgid and throbbing, to my eyes; he slipped the foreskin down and the plum-colored head appeared, dripping with limpid moisture.
“Just sympathetic tears,” he murmured, “I didn't come, but I was very close to it.”
I went again to the bathroom and brought a small wet towel and wiped away the tears. “Careful! Careful!” he cautioned, as I fingered the palpitating column. “It won't take much to release the trigger! I'll have to let the fire die down a little before I put it in you, baby, and meanwhile…” he smiled understandingly, ”… and meanwhile, you can lie down on the bed and take it easy while I pay you back for entertaining me in such a realistic way!”
“Shall I get undressed?”
“No, just lie down like you were a minute ago. You were really entrancing with your little dress up and the white of your bottom and thighs against the black background of dress and hose. That's it… just like, you were before… with your knees up and your legs apart!”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, passed his fingers over the crevice between my legs in a lingering caress, and then his mouth descended on it.
What havoc an ardent, enthusiastic tongue can work in a girl's cunny! I tried to steel my nerves against it to prolong the exquisite sensation, but it was no use, I couldn't hold it back long and all too soon I was melting in his mouth. As the echoes died away, I pushed him from me to lie for a while in fainting languor.
It would take too long to relate all that transpired during those mad, sensuous hours, even if I could remember every act in all its lewd details. Suffice, it to draw the curtain with the final scene wherein, hours later, intoxicated both with liquor and lust, I perceived that Monty's face was again between my thighs, his hot lips pressed against my cunny. My dress, now displaced and rumpled, partly hid his face as he sucked and licked the avid flesh. He himself had long since disrobed and was completely naked.
As he crouched over me I could see his cock, still enticingly rigid, as it projected its muscular length outward.
“Turn this direction, Monty!” I whispered, “so we can do it the 69 way!”
He reversed his position and the next moment it was touching my lips in a moist kiss as he knelt over my face and again buried his own between my trembling thighs. My lips shaped themselves in a tight ring around its mouth and neck and took the, visitor in.
The odd, indescribable savor again filled my mouth, breeding within me, not distaste or disgust, but a wild hunger to feel it spurting like a hot fountain in my mouth and throat. So imperious was the urge, that I scarcely now heeded the penetrating tongue which but a moment before had evoked such exquisite, torment. I thought of nothing but to drain the nectar from the living flesh about which my lips were pursed, to receive its hot gushes in my mouth.
It would give me an orgasm even quicker than having my clitoris sucked. I felt it, I knew it, the poison had entered my soul, this, this was the supreme act of voluptuous delight, and nothing hereafter would ever give me the same thrill. All else would be incidental, superficial, this was the ultimate caress by the side of which all others receded into nothingness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When I awoke, it must have been around noon. My head was aching dully and in my mouth was a queer, pungent taste which puzzled me for a moment, and then I remembered. I sat up in bed. I was stark-naked, and I was alone. On the little tabouret near the bed was an empty whiskey bottle which accounted, in part at least, for the headache.