The redhead sucked on his tongue, pressing her lips against his as hard as she could, gasping for breath through her nose. Again he felt his seed inching toward his prick.
He broke off his kiss with Eve and caressed Alice's lips, but she pulled her head away to gasp for air. Surely she was close to her end, her hips were flying, her cunt flexing quickly around his pistoning member. Slipping his hands underneath her ass, he sank his fingers into her buttocks, pulling her hips upward now to meet his strokes.
Suddenly he felt Eve's fingers again prying open his asshole. He expected to feel her finger slice up into him again, but this time he suddenly felt a warm breath blowing over his asshole.
"Ah yes!" he groaned. "That feels so good!"
Spreading his cheeks wide with her hands, Eve lapped once along his hairy slice. Nick shook from head to toe, still thrusting wildly into Alice's pussy. Eve wrapped her lips over his rear doors, then blew another breath into his body and began worming her tongue in and out of his hole.
Gism shot into his prick but Alice suddenly flew into a savage orgasm, screaming and groaning in his ear as he screwed into her creaming pussy. She was bouncing up and down on the bed under him when he felt his cock stiffen in her pussy. This was it. And he wasn't going to stop now.
Eve's tongue was still slicing in and out of his asshole as he sailed hard into Alice's cunt again and felt his prick tense. Then, he groaned hoarsely and shuddered, his cock exploding and sending a hard spurt of seed deep into Alice's cunt. Alice screamed again when she felt his warmth filling her pussy. Nick slammed his hips into hers at top speed as she writhed under him, Eve dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and kept her lips pressed against his bunghole, her tongue in his channel. Her fingers were stroking his balls as they emptied into Alice's body.
Alice was still gasping as he slowed his strokes, then slid his cock from her pussy and rolled over. But Eve wasn't yet satisfied. She sat down on his chest immediately and thrust her red cunt at his face. He accepted the invitation, working his tongue around in her wet slice until she was shaking in orgasm on top of him.
He was barely finished with her when the blonde began sucking on his cock, nursing it back to stiffness. When he was hard, he lifted Eve's ass and slid into her pussy from the rear, sending her quickly into another orgasm. But this time Nick continued pumping for a full fifteen minutes before he felt the first stirrings of another orgasm.
When he collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, Alice and Eve both went to work on his cock, four hands and four lips caressing the pole until it was stiff with gism. He shot into Alice's mouth, she swallowed deeply as she rose and fell on his stake.
"I need a bit of a rest," Nick huffed and puffed when Alice had licked his cock clean.
"Sure thing," Alice grinned, stroking his thighs. "Did you like that?"
"Did I?" he laughed. "Hell!"
"I bet you can get hard again if you want to," Eve murmured, rubbing her palm against his cock.
"Hey, why don't you two make it together," Nick said, "I bet that will get me hard again right away!"
Alice exchanged grins with Eve, then settled onto her back. "You're the boss."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nick dragged himself from bed and breathed in the flowery odor that still hovered in the room from Eve and Alice's perfume. He shook his head and felt the deadly hangover pound at it and at his stomach.
He kicked away an empty bottle of scotch as he stumbled into the bathroom, and the bottle rolled noisily across the room and hit the wall with a thud. He vaguely remembered the girls leaving early that morning. And then the scene with Julie came back to him like a sharp pain in the head.
He brushed his teeth and realized his hand was shaking, and when he finished and stared into the mirror, he shuddered at the bloodshot, puffy eyes that stared back.
He splashed cold water on his face and walked into the living room, and kicked another bottle of scotch. He walked to the window and looked at the deep snow and knew that Eve and Alice were the first in a long line of women who would help him blot out everything. Julie had said he'd go back to the gutter, and by God, she'd been right.
The phone rang, and Nick dashed over and jerked the receiver up. "Hello," he gasped.
"Nick, this is Sally Lewis," the soft, husky voice said.
"Oh, hello Sally," Nick said, and the disappointment hit him hard and he leaned against the wall.
"I found out what happened," she said. "And I want to thank you for going to bat for me the way you did."
"Well, it didn't do much good," he said. "Now we're both out of a job."
"I'm sorry to think it happened because of me," she said. "But I think frankly you're better off being out of that situation, Nick. I saw what it was doing to you, particularly the way the little bitch was running you ragged."
"I know, you're right," he said. "But it all came so suddenly, it's difficult to accept it. I'm in a sort of daze and have no idea what I'm going to do."
"What a coincidence, Nick," she said. "I don't have any plans either. Especially no plans for tonight, Nick. Why not let me show you that there's more to me than typing and shorthand."
Nick pictured Sally's dazzling smile and devilish green eyes and rust-brown hair and the fantastic body he had often stared at in the office. He could now accept the invitation she had been extending to explore that body in the comfortable surroundings of his apartment, rather than the usual, less pleasurable environment of his office. But then again, he didn't want to encourage her. He had the feeling that once they'd gone out together, or met at his apartment, he would start hearing a lot from her. And right now, he didn't want to see a lot of anyone.
"Sounds great," he replied. "But not tonight. I just don't feel like it…"
"I understand," Sally replied. "But I'll keep trying."
"You do that," he said. "And if there's anything I can do to help you find a new job…"
"I'll call," she giggled. "Bye now. And if you change your mind, call me."
"Fine," Nick mumbled, and hung up.
He went into the kitchen and fixed coffee and had two glasses of cold tomato juice. Then he sipped the scalding coffee and felt his stomach whirling around.
It seemed that getting drunk and being hung over were getting to be regular parts of his life. Drink and sex and blot out everything, he told himself, and burned his tongue on the coffee.
Self-loathing permeated his weary, aching body and he stood up and stumbled into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. He kept thinking of what Julie had said about his going back to the gutter. God, she would love to see me now, he told himself.
He ran hot water and started shaving, and at one point he wondered, not just casually, how it would be to slit his throat. He finished shaving and splashed on after-shave and felt much better.
Then he studied his face in the mirror. A few days ago, he'd have looked at himself and smiled knowing he had everything and could go no place but up.
Then he laughed grimly, because he was in the gutter, so in a different way, there was nowhere to go but up.
God, snap out of this self-pity and self-loathing, he told himself aloud. Do something, he chanted to himself. That had always been his motto when he was young and poor. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, do something.
Nick ran a hot shower and stayed a long time under the burning spray, and he felt like a new man when he stepped out. He hurried into the bedroom and got dressed and left the apartment quickly.
Because he knew now what he was going to do. He raced down the stairs and out into the snow and started walking down the icy sidewalk. Several cabs passed, but he felt good walking, and the chilling wind helped snap him from the deadly hangover.