"Well, I was mortified by this amazing disclosure, but at the same time I wasn't quite sure what he meant. I asked him to explain – which he did by taking out a walletful of obscene pictures showing people photographed in the most bizarre sexual situations one can imagine."
"Jack did that?" Dora gasped, remembering little Jack Hammond and his funny walk which was more like a waddle. Imagine, him, a sexual athlete! A debauchee!
"Yes – and then he suggested that he needed only my agreement in order to gain membership for us in a very exclusive swap club which many of our friends on the North Shore already belonged to."
Dora's breath was coming in primitive little pants now, her lust-infused breasts throbbing and heaving with emotion, her nostrils flaring, her loins all aflutter with something unmentionable. "You refused, of course."
"Of course, my dear." Jane patted her hand. Then she shook her pretty brunette head. "But that wasn't the end of it, of course. Needless to say, I was shocked out of my prim little wits by Jack's licentious proposal, but once I had gasped out my instinctive rejection of it – as fascinated as I was by the photographs he showed me of swap club behavior – he was content to withdraw for the time being."
Jane put out her cigarette after blowing one last smoke ring. Then she carefully removed the spent butt, dropped it into an ashtray, and dropped the cigarette holder into her handbag. She looked briefly across the table at Dora, who, despite the air conditioning in Cantor's, was feeling unseasonably warmish and shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Jane took another sip of coffee and went on: "But that was far from being the end of it. As you know, we have been childless thus far. Consequently it was not long before he was suggesting that we adopt a foster child. This seemed to me a civic-spirited suggestion, and I agreed, hoping that with a child in the house I could win back Jack's devotion."
Jane smiled felinely as she remembered, and Dora wondered what irony it was that could produce such a strange smile.
Jane continued, her eyes turning very smoky with remembrance, "Except that the child he selected was a devilishly good-looking Mexican boy of about fourteen. I was never sure about what Juan's problem at home was, but it couldn't have been his looks. Mmmm, he had dark flashing eyes with long jet black lashes, thick curly black hair all over his head that always seemed to be wet and shining, and that gorgeous olive complexion noted to Latin lovers. And his body was so gorgeous, Dora, you can't imagine. All lines and planes and angles and hard muscle and bone. A washboard stomach. Just like the sort of thing you imagine in a youth. He had the build of a high diver, which – heh heh – he was…"
A bittersweet, involuntary shiver rippled through Dora's sensitive sex-starved flesh and the triangular world of her loins swam with sensation. This was Jane, her good friend, talking, intimating that… oh my God… she didn't… not with a young boy like that… ohh…
"Well, you can guess the rest. Before very long I became hopelessly enamored of Juan. I couldn't keep my eyes from his magnificently sexy body, or keep from eyeing that gorgeous young face of his, with its beautifully kissable lips. True, he was just a boy, and I was a mature woman, but this only made the attraction greater. Ah, I used to watch him walking out back to the pool, the pouch in his tight black swim suit really bulging with masculinity. After awhile I was snorting like a bitch in heat if he so much as looked at me."
"Don't look at me with such dismay, darling. You've never had to live under the same roof with a boy as handsome as that. Believe me, if you did, you'd sing a different tune. In a few months time he had really gotten under my skin, and he knew it, because one afternoon he came home from school and right into the kitchen, where he pushed his hands under my armpits and just grabbed my breasts. Well, you know, I've got plenty in the tits department, and I almost swooned, honest to God. He squeezed my breasts and licked my neck and must have played with my titties for a good ten minutes before I could bring myself to push him away."
"What – what did he say when you resisted?" Dora asked chokingly.
Jane shrugged. "Oh, he didn't say anything." Then her eyes gleamed. "But then that night I heard him crying in the night. Jack was dead asleep, and I thought to myself, 'I've got to help that poor boy,' and I went to his room to see what was the matter. I thought maybe it had something to do with his terrible home life before he'd come to live with us. Anyway, I had scarcely sat down on the bed before he grabbed me and pulled me down into his wiry strong brown arms. Darling, what a kiss! The sheet fell away and he was naked underneath, and his cock was just immense! He had the most beautiful equipment I'd ever seen in my life!"
Dora gasped and snorted. She could feel her cunt cringing as if a man were lewdly fingering it. The man's finger was still working its way slowly up inside, and she pressed her thighs tightly together. She wanted to say something, anything, but she felt as if she'd been struck dumb.
Jane sighed. "Well, I guess I just lost my head. I started sucking on his beautiful young cock to beat the band, and in a matter of seconds darling I must have swallowed a whole mouthful of sticky sweet cum, darling. Mmmm, what a boy!" Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled. "Then, of course, I was all the way gone. He sucked on my titties and then (she lowered her voice to a whisper) I fucked him riding up and down on top of him. After that he ate my cunt, honest to God, just licked it all out, and chewed on it, and stuffed his finger up my ass – he fucked that later too – and then after that we tried a lot of different things. I tell you, with a teenage boy your staying problems are over!"
"Staying problems?"
"Yes, you know. A teenager hardly ever loses his hard-on. He can fuck you ten times a night and never notice it. After his fourteenth orgasm he might grunt and look a little tired, but he'll still go a long time, believe me. No early fainting like with the average husband. You do understand, don't you, Dora?"
Dora nodded dumbly and gulped, her heart racing out of control beneath her heaving breasts upon which the nipples had already popped into hardened, sensitive life. "Yes, yes," she croaked huskily, "I-I understand."
Jane put her hand over hers and smiled. "I knew you would, dear." She settled back and played with her platinum bracelet. "Of course, this is just the first part of the story – because after we had been fucking and sucking and licking for about three hours – imagine, I thought I was going in there only to comfort him, ha! – it turns out that Jack had been photographing us from the bathroom the whole while! Now I couldn't refuse to go swapping with him or he could blackmail me to our friends – but that didn't matter, anyway, because Juan had opened my eyes. It didn't matter that he'd been paying Juan all along and that it had been a put-up job. Now all I wanted was sex anyway. So we had a swinging menage a trois…"
"A what?"
"Menage a trois – that's French for triple fucking and sucking and everything else – and after that I was really prepared to go along with anything. I was hooked, believe me." Jane picked up her handbag and began rummaging through it. "Here, maybe I have some photos you could look at – you'll see what I mean… Now, where did I put those…"
Dora put a hand to her throat and looked around the restaurant with startled eyes similar to those of a partridge uncovered by a hunter in tall grass. Besides everything, Jane's lewd description of her fall from grace had set up a furious turmoil in the love-starved redhead's loins. Suck, fuck, all those filthy words she had been taught to avoid… fucking in the ass… oh God, this was dreadful… disgusting… and yet… and yet…
"Oh, here they are," Jane gloated, taking the pictures out of her purse. She thumbed through them briefly, sighing nonchalantly, "Of course, these are mainly Polaroids from swapping. I see I don't have any of Juan. What a pity. Such a beautiful boy, too. Well, have a look at these, dear, and tell me what you think."