He loved the soft warmth of her abundant flesh against his face. And now the little girl's hand was curiously grabbing and "sizing" his penis… now he felt her trying to unzip his pants…
They both wanted to please him. He could tell they knew what to do. He owned them for a night.
But he was ashamed of his big belly. He was reluctant to let them see it. But he had to.
Harry lifted his mouth from Marcia's left breast. He looked down at Corri. She looked up and met his gaze. Her big brown eyes were neutral; there was no enthusiasm in them. No lust.
He wanted her to want to do things to him. He wanted her to be enthusiastic and eager. He wanted her child's face transformed, masked with desire…
Harry rolled aside and sat up. He gave his first command to his slaves for the night. "Get undressed. We all get undressed."
He turned his back to them when he took off his pants and shorts. His penis softened. He sat on the bed and peeled off his socks. He grunted off his undershirt and an aroma of underarm deodorant and body powder rose to his nostrils.
Harry heard Marcia and Corri over by the dressing alcove, hanging up their clothes.
He rolled onto his back on the bed and propped his back with pillows. His belly was not so prominent and shaming this way.
His penis was a small wrinkled turtle in a nest of curly graying hair. But it began to extend its head as he watched the young woman – what a body! – and the girl become naked for him.
Yes, the things he had dreamed were possible! Marcia was soft and loving and willing. Corri would do what her mother told her to do.
Marcia turned and winked at Harry. Her bush was a wide and thick triangle. Her legs were slightly imperfect – a few varicosities showing, a slight thickness in the thighs. She was all pale-white skin; not a hint of tanned skin anywhere.
And the little girclass="underline" skinny, tight little buttocks, hips so narrow, and little white fists of firm flesh on her chest, with small budlike nipples, a hint of her mother's huge ones. And a white little bare mound between her thighs, a small, pink-lipped cleft that sent swirling images and questions through Harry's mind.
Marcia squatted and pulled off Corri's anklets. She stood and took the girl's hand. "Let's go play with our papa now, baby."
They walked across the beige carpet toward the bed. Naked. Mother and daughter. Harry was a bit breathless for a second.
Then Marcia was on the bed, seemingly reading his mind, straddling his waist, dangling her white melons against his face, smiling down, nudging his chin and nose with their soft weight, enclosing his face in the deep, warm, perfumed valley between.
He guided a fat nipple into his mouth. He saw Corri get on the bed, too, and reach for his genitals. He experienced but could not see her small, slender hands playing in his crotch. Immediately his penis grew up out of the curly jungle.
She seized his penis in a hand and rubbed it skillfully with finger and thumb, an adroit caress that caused swift, complete erection. Harry said, "I want to see." Marcia got off him. She rested beside him, her massive breasts gently moving lures of white flesh, rubbery dark-red nipples.
Harry filled his hand with a breast and thumbed the stiff teat. His eyes remained on Corri.
She was so young! Such big brown, innocent eyes were seeing his penis, observing her little girl's hand play with it. She had her mother's full lips. Her mouth was slightly open, a hint of even white teeth, the tip of a pink tongue.
He wanted her to suck him! But he could not say it.
Corri started masturbating him slowly, her hand fisted around his thin, small shaft.
Marcia said, "Baby, I think Harry would like a special favor from you."
Corri made a slight face and said a reluctant, "Okay." She inspected his circumcised penis closely and then took his breath away by unexpectedly taking it deep into her mouth. Her face descended below the level of his corpulent belly.
Corri's tongue fluttered expertly in just the right place. Her lips tightened on the head, then swept down the length till she had nearly all of his five inches in her mouth. Her head rose and fell.
Harry was transfixed. The sight of her doing that! The incredible feel of it! His ex-wife had only done it twice for him in the twenty-two years of their marriage. And now, a lovely little girl – with her luscious mother looking on, approving, practically having ordered the child to do it.
A tumult of pleasure filled his loins. Harry was suddenly panting, clutching Marcia's full breasts, his big belly quaking, his penis spurting in Corri's clinging, working mouth, his heart thundering in his chest.
Corri kept on until his thighs tightened up and his knees lifted to force her head away.
She worked her mouth and spat his semen into her upturned palm. She left the bed and went into the bathroom.
Harry lay loose and amazed, unable to look at Marcia.
Marcia cuddled down against him, her breasts forming warmly against his arm and side. "Isn't she good at that? I taught her all the tricks. She can really do a job on a small man. It's so much easier, even for me. A girl can do so much for a man if he isn't too large."
Harry nodded dazedly. "How old is she?"
"Almost eleven. Another year or two and she'll be the most expensive call girl in the world. She'll be beautiful."
He nodded. His heart was slowing, beating regularly. He thought of the vial of pills and capsules in his overnight bag – and the implements.
Marcia put her hand on his mounded stomach and slid it down the thick, doughy folds to his shrunken, wet-tipped penis.
She fingered him gently. "I hope you can get a stiff-on again pretty soon. I want to show you what I can do. And I'm sure you want to do other things with us. Don't you?"
"I didn't pay for a whole night for nothing."
Corri came out of the bathroom. "Can I watch TV for a while now?"
Marcia caught Harry's slight frown. "He's not paying us to sit and watch TV, baby. Come and see if you can help me get him hard again."
Corri wrinkled her nose. "I bet it'll take an hour."
Harry heaved himself off the bed, stung by her words. He said recklessly, "I'll be screwing you within fifteen minutes, little lady!" He grabbed his overnight bag and went into the bathroom.
Harry worried for a moment that Marcia or the child would steal the rest of his money, dress quickly, and run out. He listened at the thin door but heard no scurrying activity. He heard Marcia's low voice and Corri's giggling laugh.
He flushed. They were talking about his belly and his small penis!
He opened his bag and took a powerful stimulant. Amphetamine. Speed. Then from a small unlabeled plastic vial he took one of two golden capsules, and swallowed it. He drank two glasses of water as the doctor had advised.
He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, the man had promised. Ten minutes and the pills would bring his penis up and keep it up for hours. Make love all you want, but not for too long at any one time. Your heart won't take it. If you didn't have that gut hanging out it would be different.
Harry washed his penis. He went out to the mother and daughter he had hired. He took his bag.
They were waiting on the big bed. Their nakedness – and his – was a slight shock. He was both appalled and delighted at Corri's youth and depravity. He liked the tremendous contrast in the development of their bodies. Mother and daughter! His mind danced with glee around the fire of their ages and relationship.
He settled heavily on the bed. He asked Marcia, "You like a big one for screwing?" He rubbed her gently convex belly, smooth and warm like her breasts, and then pushed his stubby-fingered hand down between her fleshy thighs.
She smiled as his fingers rubbed over her bearded vulva. She opened her legs for him. "Are you going to surprise me, Harry?"