“I’m sure if I don’t, you’ll be more than happy to teach me, won’t you,” he said.
“I want the two of you to enjoy each other,” Judy said to them. “I think if you like one another and want to live together—without my knowledge, of course —it might be enough to straighten out both your lives. How about it?”
“I’m willing,” Ann said. “Now it’s up to skinny here with the Hitler mustache. Hey, you know Judy, you’re all right. You really know what a girl needs, don’t you. Hell! I’ll bet not many parole officers can look into a person’s soul and see what it is he or she really needs. Tell me, are you gonna hang around and watch, or d’you think we can be left alone?”
“I’m responsible for all this,” Judy replied. “I don’t dare leave the two of you alone, at least not right now. If you do decide to move in together, then it’ll theoretically be without my knowing about it, and the two of you can do whatever pleases you. But right now, I have to make sure my bringing the two of you together wasn’t a mistake, and so no matter how it bothers you, I’m going to have to watch.”
“Does that bug you?” Ann asked Bert.
He wasn’t about to let the women know that being watched bothered him. Heck! The last thing in the world that he wanted was for any of them to find out he was still a virgin. He had to act like a knowledgeable man, so he swaggered a little, and said, “Heck, she’s already grabbed hold of my cock and felt it. I don’t see why her looking at the two of us ought to bother me.”
“Right on, man!” Ann nodded. “Well, let’s not waste any time. I’m not allowed to have any alcoholic beverages here, so all I have in the place is some Coca Cola. Notice, I can’t even use the word Coke. It’s in the refrigerator if you want to fortify yourself before coming to bed.”
“Why the hell should I need to be fortified?” Bert asked. “A chick like you looks mighty good to me.”
Jesus! He was hotter than hell! He wouldn’t have cared if she looked like Godzilla, but the truth was, in his eyes, anyway, lying there totally naked, she wasn’t a half-bad-looking woman, and he knew he’d be able to spend his time with her, at least until he was ready for the bigger and better things he was always anticipating.
His eyes roved hungrily, lustfully over Ann Mason’s gleaming chalk-white form, following the curves of her overripe, soft breasts and her somewhat fleshy waist, although the waist wasn’t really that bad. His eyes inevitably returned to the juncture between her thighs where the white candle was still embedded. As he watched, she used her shoulders and heels to lift her body from the bed, and then she began contracting the muscles of her buttocks and little by little the candle began oozing out of her, sliding from the depths of her cunt, filling the air with the rich, musky aroma of her interior. It was almost all the way out when Ann began rotating her hips around and around in an undulatory motion and to his amazement the candle slowly but surely was sucked right back into her again, disappearing bit by bit until only the end stuck out. He almost felt the pressure of her nibbling vaginal lips around his own throbbing cock, and Bert almost lost control of himself, then and there. It took total willpower not to climax.
“I’m a total-action, man!” she boasted, a mocking glint in her eye, gazing up at Bert, letting him see the fever glittering there. “I think it’s time you gave me a try, buddy,” she told him, and she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly. The candle suddenly shot from her cunt as if it had been fired from a gun. She swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was now directly pointed at him, and then she reached down with both hands to part the sparsely-haired lips of her sucking vagina, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal opening and the swollen bud of her clitoris pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pink pussyflesh.
“Ever eat pussy, man?” Ann asked him softly.
“Huh! Why… uhhhh… yeah, sure, I’m the greatest pussy eater around,” Bert boasted, as he boasted of being the greatest anything and everything around. The truth was, this was the first naked pussy he had ever seen, much less having done anything else to it. He looked at Judy once, for confirmation, and Judy nodded. Then, with a low, animal-like moan, completely forgetful of anything and everything else in the world for the moment, he dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his face in the soaking depths of Ann’s bubbling vagina, his tongue frantically licking, letting her exuding oils smear all over his lips and face, sucking frenziedly at the fluid as if drinking it would give him life the way blood would give life to a vampire. He had been so starved for the feel of a woman. He had never had one before, and being able to glut himself this way so suddenly, thrilled him. He smelled the aroma of her as he licked, unable to believe such delicious pleasures really did exist in this world, after all. His entire life had been one big lie, and this was the kind of truth he was able to face very easily. With a truth like this around, he began wondering for the first time in his life if lying was necessary.
Immediately Ann’s clutching hands reached down and tangled themselves in the man’s black, curly hair, her fingers pulling loose strands, letting her see that intermingled in the black he, too, had white hairs. She guided his mouth until she felt his tongue touching her clitoris, and then she rubbed her extended nubbin back and forth against the flat oral organ, regulating the sucking and impetuous licking. As his lips closed around the moistly pulsating little bud, she gave a low, abandoned moan and her pelvis began a fluidly serpentine motion against his hungering, open mouth. Bert instinctively followed and accentuated her rhythm, his sucking lips and swirling tongue delving into the same pussy he had seen the candle move in and out of, and it was as if he had done this all his life—as if this was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. It was almost as if the two of them had been fated to be together since the beginning of time.
That was it! Yes, that was it! Bert Karnstein knew for a fact the two of them were perfectly attuned to one another, and he knew that when the time came for him to fuck her, he was going to really blow his top. Shee-ittt! This was a real woman, and he was going to bury his cock where his tongue now delved. Jesus! It would be one helluva lot better than fucking his fist, that was for sure. It was as if this white-haired broad and he were made for one another—one of those wonderful moments he had waited for all his life but had stopped expecting to happen, after awhile. He seemed to know precisely how to give her pleasure.
The girl’s entire body began twisting and jerking and shuddering when he drew his tongue up and down the center of her pink wet vaginal crevice, and then began rotating it around and around as if he had done this all his life. He washed the smooth, wet velvet of her cunt, nibbling just at the opening in the beginning, then sliding his tongue farther and farther inside. He heard Ann moan yearningly now, and he was aware of the muscles in her vaginal canal clinging as hard as possible to his obscenely protruding tongue. It seemed to no longer be a part of him, but rather became a part of the woman’s body, fluttering with the rapid pounding of blood pumping through her shuddering arteries. Not caring he was barely able to breathe, Bert pushed his nose even deeper between the flanges of her sucking cunt, thrusting the full length of his tongue into the woman’s ravenous vaginal tunnel. He inhaled deeply, and the smothering odor of her vagina almost totally overwhelmed him. He reveled in her passionate response to the ministrations of his obviously adequate oral organ.