Paul, meanwhile, was lost in sensations of his own. Judy's response had sent streaks of pleasure through his body, but the pleasure had seemed curiously abstracted, unreal. His dick was still as limp and unmoved as it would have been had he been watching a baseball game or making a peanut butter sandwich. The old familiar fear began to move in him: was he wasting his time again? Would his body once again refuse to respond to the urgent callings of his mind, refuse as it had done so many times in the past? No, he thought, please not this time. Please let me be a normal man just this once, just this one afternoon; let me satisfy this girl, this beautiful girl, the way a normal man would. But his body seemed to laugh at him. All right, Paul told his recalcitrant prick, have it your way for now, but I'm going to outlast you. In the end my patience will be too much for you; you'll come around, just wait.
Now Paul began circling the entrance to Judy's cunt with his fingers, exulting at the way her sweet feminine flesh yielded so willingly to his touch. Now she was moaning softly, moving her hips just enough to push her crotch gently against Paul's finger, in perfect rhythm with his circlings. Then, suddenly, he thrust deep into her waiting cunt with three fingers, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Oh God, she thought as she felt his fingers massage the pliant walls of her pussy, what this man is doing to me! She could feel her cunt expanding as her rubbed her, greedy for more of him, and yet more. It seemed as though a million flashbulbs were exploding in her brain, as though her body was a high-voltage wire taut with electricity. God, she thought, how long is he going to take? How much more of this can I stand?
Paul was in no hurry. His dick was still cold and limp, still mocking him with its refusal to respond. He could feel the muscles of Judy's cunt clasping his fingers, could see the pinkish bumps of her nipples rising before his eyes, quivering and reaching for him, could hear his mind screaming, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" but there was no answer from his stubborn little member. On and on he went, massaging, rubbing, stroking the hot flesh inside her pussy, feeling her move, hearing her groan and whimper in anticipation of the climax that was already starting to mount within her, and he could feel at the same time the first faint stirrings of his own rising panic. Could he do it? She was coming on fast; would he be ready when she was, or would he once again be forced to watch, helpless, as the girl came? No, he thought, no, please no! I have to make it this time, I just have to!
Judy was beginning to wonder herself. How long was he going to take? What was he doing? Already she was nearly lost in the rising stream of her passion; would he never come to her? "Hurry," she whispered. "Please hurry. What are you doing? I need you now, NOW!"
Slackjaws was leaning forward in his chair, his face a parody of animal lust. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, his mouth was hanging open slightly, his tongue moving back and forth along his lips. It was nice of Steve to spend all this time getting her ready, but when was he going to let old Slackjaws take over? Jay had promised him that he could make the girl suck him off, and he hadn't said anything at all about Steve Paul, so what was going on here? Slackjaws was aching to feel this girl's beautiful mouth wrapped around his prick, to feel her tongue move along the underside of it. He wanted to thrust his burning prick far down her throat, to choke her with it, make her gasp and scream for more. He wanted to feel the hot cum escaping, hear her gulp as it slid down her open throat. Even now his prick was beginning to bulge in his pants as he watched Steve finger her; he wanted his turn, and he wanted it now! Jay had promised him, so what was Steve doing taking all this time? He could get her hot enough all by himself; he didn't need Paul's help. Look at her, he thought. She's just about ready to get her rocks and that guy's just dawdling along, not even slapping her around or anything. Still, he thought, I'd better keep quiet. I guess he knows what he's up to, and besides, he'll probably just get me in trouble with Jay if I butt in. God dammit, though! This Judy Burton was sure a hot little number, and Slackjaws was having difficulty containing himself.
Now Steve removed his dripping fingers from Judy's luscious cunt, backed off and lay down on the bed, lowering his head until it lay directly between her legs. He began to lap at her with his tongue, savoring the hot sweet juices that were now flowing freely from her pulsating cunt. Jesus, how I love that flavor, he thought. This was a real woman! Quickly he thrust his tongue between her lips, found the quivering hard ridge of her clitoris. He made a point of the end of his tongue, moved the tip slowly up and down the full length of that delicious mound. Maybe this will turn me on, he thought. Sometimes the tongue works better than the fingers. Up and down he went, up and down, as Judy squirmed and wriggled above him, pushing her juicy cunt harder and harder against his face until his nose was buried in the silken hairs.
"Ahhhhhhh," she groaned. "More; please more!"
Steve was glad to accommodate her. His tongue continued to slither along her pulsing clitoris. She was beginning to feel that he was glued to her, that their flesh had melted and joined, that they were a part of the same machine, her delicious flesh and greedy hips, his probing tongue, locked together, not to be parted until she screamed out with the explosion of her orgasm. Her pussy was beginning to vibrate now, twitching and wiggling as the marvelous feeling built up in her, filling her until she thought it would break her apart.
Suddenly Paul thrust his tingling tongue deep into her cunt, causing her to thrash wildly, her body totally out of control. He curled the tip of his tongue up against the warm moist roof of her pussy, feeling the voluptuous soft muscles quiver and pump as he touched them. Still there was no reaction from his stubborn prick, even though she had been transformed into a wild-woman, a savage beast, a pounding body that demanded total satisfaction and nothing less.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, God!" she screamed as her orgasm sprang up from deep within her aching body. "Fuck me, please fuck me! Fuck me with your cock, oh God please, fuck me now!"
Her words sent Paul into a fury of passion and anger. He jumped up on the bed, unzipped his trousers and began flailing at his stubby little prick, slapping it and tweaking it with his fingernails. "You little bastard," he yelled, tears filling his eyes, "what the hell is wrong with you? Why the fuck don't you do something?" He went on beating it and cursing; tears streaming from his eyes. "God damn it," he kept repeating, "do something.do something!"
"Please," cried Judy, her body trembling and heaving with unspent passion, "please, don't leave me like this. Please help me, please make me come. Use your finger, use your tongue, use anything; just don't leave me like this. Please, oh please, make me come!" She was going crazy. Never had she been so excited, and then to be left hanging like this, her body screaming and begging for release as her orgasm boiled, so close to the surface, yet so far away. Was this how he tortured his women? She could imagine nothing worse than to be trapped like this, out of her mind with desire, her climax dammed up, exerting a pressure on her that would certainly break her apart, and with no chance for release. "Oh, God," she whimpered again. "Please help me."