"You're not such a poor, old bastard that you can't fuck a cunt when it's spread open in front of your lecherous face. Get that bitch outa here!"
"Okay, Cecile," Benny held up his arms soothingly, made quieting noises with his lips, then turned and waddled out of the room. Cecil could clearly hear the silly cackle coming from Benny's lips. He raised his purse, hurled it across the small room.
Benny heard the sound of breaking glass and the cackle in his throat became a rumble. "You'd better get out of here, Evelyn," he told the customer, "Cecile my friend is jealous of you!"
"Jealous of me!" the tall girl's eyes opened wide. "Who is she?"
"A friend who's who's staying here a while with me," murmured Benny awkwardly.
"Why Benny!" – the girl stared at him. "I've known you for years and I’ve never known you to… and she's so young, too!" She stared angrily at him. "You oughta be ashamed of yourself!"
"No, Evelyn, it ain't like you think," Benny murmured weakly.
"Get out of this dressing room and let me get dressed!" snapped Evelyn, holding open the door.
Benny waited behind his counter until Evelyn came out, dressed in her own clothes. "You wanna buy that ballet tunic, Evelyn?" he asked.
"Not today," she snapped, then Evelyn went out and slammed the store door.
Slowly, Benny waddled over to it, locked it, then he drew a deep breath and went in to Cecil. "That bitch gone?" he spewed as soon as Benny entered the bedroom.
"Sure sure she's gone," Benny's eyes glazed as he looked at Cecil. He was lying face down on the bed: the miniskirt had worked up, showing the out thrust cheeks, the white, tempting buttocks above the silk hose.
"Geezus, Cecile," murmured Benny, "You look just just luscious." He dropped on the bed beside Cecil, rested his hand on warm flesh. He could feel the pulsing under the skin.
Cecil turned his head. "You're not gonna fuck me right after you've screwed that bitch!" he mouthed.
"I ain't done nothin' to her!" Benny's voice was shaking with sincerity or eagerness. His hand caressed a small roll of flesh on Cecil's thigh.
"Get off me!" screamed Cecil like a girl.
Benny's eyes flickered. "You you're getting me all worked up, Cecile act in' so bitchy my cock's getting hot." He reached down to his pants, tore them open at the front and his penis sprang out, swelling, pulsating hungrily.
"No!" snapped Cecil, his voice too high.
Benny's hand slid onto the cleft the delicious cleft between the trembling cheeks. "Yes. Cecile yes " His finger slithered down fast.
Cecil reared up with a squeal. "You bastard you hurt!"
Benny's mouth worked with excitement he thrust his finger deeply into the anus again twisted it cruelly.
Cecil screamed at the top of his voice. "You you're tearing me!" he wrenched his body violently, trying to rise… but the sharp ringer pressed against the sensitive tissue inside his body, pinning him down, holding him there while Benny, a new, lusting light in his eyes, screwed his finger in deeper, twisted harshly, cruelly.
The panting sounds came from Benny's lips and his cock swelled, lurched drunkenly from side to side until Benny grabbed it with his other hand, squeezed it then rolled himself onto the bed. "I I'm gonna fuck your ass, Cecile," he panted, "You're gonna get fucked!"
The agonizing pain in his bowels had swirled to a racking high then magically, the thrills came the intruding finger no longer tore but slid sensuously through the juice that lubricated its passage. Cecil felt the voluptuous shivers straining to course through his flesh. Faintly, he heard Benny say: "I'm gonna fuck your ass," felt the flimsy strip that stretched over his cleft… felt it ripped then Benny was on his back… the long shaft probing at the star the opening star. "Benny," he moaned, "Don't fuck my ass fuck my cunt!" His buttocks thrust upward, welcoming the penis, sucking it in with lascivious lips, drawing it deeper inside with gripping movements of his muscles then jerking, rocking and rolling his buttocks, his belly and thighs as Benny spurted, probed to the center of his body and felt his own small prick squirt wetly, stiffly, until he lay in a small pool of his own fluid. "You bastard, Benny," he moaned weakly, "You made me come again!" Then he turned his face up, let his lips be enveloped by Benny's mouth let the tongue suck his, probe into the crannies, the secret lures of his wet, hungry mouth.
When Benny drew his face away, dropped his head onto the pillow beside Cecil's and gave a small sigh of exhaustion, Cecil murmured: "You're a bastard, Benny a real bastard!" But there was a tired, satisfied smile on his face as he said it.
"I love you, Cecile so help me I love you you lovely little cunt!" Then Benny drew Cecil close to him, kissed him gently, and rested his head on the pillow. "How could I ever get by without you, Cecile!" he groaned, "Cecile, how could I?"
But Cecil didn't answer: he had dropped into a satisfied sleep.
Chapter 19
Cecil glanced up from his desk and Shirley was smiling across at him. He smiled back: an intimate, personal smile… He had moved in with Shirley the night before. He had left Benny's, saying good – by to the tearful and suddenly old man, telling him he had to go because… because the apartment was close to his work… because he couldn't stay in the too small living quarters in the store forever, because… Cecil stared at Shirley as she bent over her work. The sunlight glistened off the burnished gloss of her soft, auburn hair… Because he murmured to himself… Shirley's skirt had slid up and he could see the sweet, red briefs that he'd watched her put on that morning… because…
He had stared around the apartment curiously. It was the first time he'd been in. He'd promised to move in with Shirley without even seeing the apartment! It hadn't seemed important to see it first because he'd already made up.his mind. It was smalclass="underline" just one bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. It was big enough, Shirley had said. Big enough for the two of them… big enough for two girls! He tried to still the small flicker of fear that started to throb…
They had unpacked their clothes. They each had a closet: twin closets… twin beds, too. He had drawn a small sigh of relief when he saw that then he had remembered that these types of bed could be put together to make one… One big bed! One big bed he had murmured to himself… and he had wondered until Beverly's words came back to haunt him… Incomplete!
"You're lucky," said Shirley enviously, "All your clothes are new! What'd you do, Cecile, throw your old clothes away?" And she'd laughed.
He'd laughed, too. He hadn't told her that he didn't have any old clothes to throw away that these were the first clothes the first girl's clothes that he'd ever owned. He couldn't tell Shirley that Cecile was a newborn babe! He couldn't tell her that, because…
They had been tired after unpacking especially Cecil. The emotion, the effort, and turmoil had drained the last dregs of strength from his body. He had flopped on one of the beds, still fully dressed, and sighed deeply, "I'm tired, Shirley." And she'd sat down beside him, talked to him, soothed him with sweet words about small, unimportant things.
It had been so good! Too good to last. Shirley had looked down his body, seen the whiteness of his thigh where the miniskirt had dragged up, then her hand had touched his flesh lightly and she had murmured: "You've a nice figure, Cecile. I think you're lovely!" Her gentle lips had been parted, and her eyes were bright when he felt her hand move slightly, accidentally… but so dangerously.
He'd slid off the bed in a blur. "Don't touch me there," he'd mouthed. "Don't ever do that!"
And Shirley's face had turned white, then the tears started in her eyes. "You hate me!" she dragged the words out with pain. "I I wasn't doing anything… just touching you just stroking your skin because I like you." The sobs racked her body, then she panted the words out: "I I'm not a a lesbo like you, Cecile just like you." Then she threw herself facedown on her bed and the sobs rocked and shook the gentle, sensitive flesh.