"Then the whole world should be run on force – is that what you think?"
"When necessary. It always has been, baby." She tried to beat her fists against my chest, but I quickly grasped them and held them. "Oh… I hate you… you dirty beast."
"All right, Miss Doans," I replied evenly, "but while you're using up energy hating me, use a bit more and writhe your hips about."
Much to my surprise, a smile crossed her lips briefly. "Very well, if that's what it requires to rid myself of your unwelcome presence, I shall do it."
I knew that sooner or later she would figure out an excuse whereby she could enjoy having my cock buried up her slit without feeling guilty about it afterwards and now she had accomplished it. I grinned as I rested the weight of my body on my left elbow and began to pump the stiffened penis in and out of her wet, anxious cunt. Anxious is the word for it, for it was anxious. I would have sworn to it. The deeper I plunged my prick into her, the more she made a face, but every now and then a moan escaped her lips, which meant that she was enjoying the action of my cock inside her after all. I used all the tricks I could think of to make it feel, great for her and after a time she was perspiring profusely and all her previous phoniness bad disappeared, or nearly so. Her hips were writhing about now, her loins were rushing up to meet mine, she was breathing heavily, she kept closing and opening her eyes, moaning and groaning as she did so, and every now and then she would grasp my ass and squeeze my flesh and mutter something I couldn't understand.
Finally, of course, and after many long minutes of escalation, I hit my peak even as she did hers, apparently. I increased my speed frantically and blew off in her cunt, I daresay nearly filling the inner recess of her body. As a matter of fact, I must have more than filled her, come to think of it, for it was only a minute or so later that I could feel come running from her box down onto my balls. This made me very hot again, of course, so I began to pump her box hard once more and much to my surprise and pleasure felt myself going off in her for the second time.
"Oh…" she moaned, writhing her hips about like a wanton. "Oh… dear… oh dear… me… what shall… I do… oh… dear… "
I kept on pumping her until she got hers off again, too, and when she did so, she sighed and astonished me by kissing my lips hard. I was so tired by now that I could barely return the kiss, but I did so and when I did, she snaked her tongue into my mouth, but when I didn't return this caress she began to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth much in the fashion of a male using his penis at a rapid clip.
She stopped and pulled back, and then buried her face on my chest. "Oh, I don't know what happens to me when you do it to me, but I seem to change into another person," she cried passionately. "You wanted me to… suck yours… so I warn you… be prepared… I'm about ready to do so…oh, you make me feel so much like a… a… wanton."
Hearing her remark about sucking me regenerated me in a hurry. For some strange reason I wanted this woman to suck me off more than anything – I thought it was because she was so damned reticent about having anything at all to do with sex.
My cock became bard again and she, accidentally, I thought, brushed her hand against it and let out a squeal much like that of a tiny pig at butchering time. The next thing I knew she had taken my cock in her hand and was caressing it, running her fingers up and down on it. Her breathing became labored, her cheeks very red, her nightdress got into a state of disarray – it was twisted about her body several times but didn't cover her buttocks at all – and then, much to my pleasure as well as astonishment, I saw her head dart down to my crotch region.
What happened then was almost unbelievable. The passion of this woman, now unleashed, was something not only to behold but, in my case, to share at one's own risk. She took my cock into her mouth and you would have thought she had been sucking cocks for years the way she performed. She would nibble at the head of, it briefly, running her tongue over it lovingly, and then she would go down on me, all the way, until my pubic hair was pressed against her lips. From time to time, she got my hair caught in her teeth and would spit it out but never lose a beat in her sucking. The next step for her to discover was my balls. These she inserted her hands underneath and lifted ever so gently, all the while her head was bobbing up and down, pausing at the head to give a small nibble or a lick and then to plunge all the way down the shaft. She caressed my nuts in such a delicate but passionate manner as she continued to suck me off that I had no choice at all but to spray her mouth with all the force within me. I blew into her, jerk by jerk, and that was the way it was done – by jerks.
It was almost the same as going off seven or eight times in a row, so much of my sap did she suck from my body.
Later, I lay very still on the bed while, she continued to kiss and caress my now softened tube. It was as if she didn't want to move away from it, or perhaps she had high hopes of it growing hard again. At any rate, it didn't grow hard again – not right then. That came later.
I induced her to get dressed and to come with me while I paid a visit to Jill.
Miss Doans was, I could see, extremely puzzled as to why I should want to see Jill when I had her, Miss Doans, to do "my bidding" as she once called it, but I talked to her about the arrangement Jill, Jack, Mary and I had. At first she seemed almost horrified by it, but as I talked more about it, explaining its many advantages, she appeared to understand.
At least, she said she did.
We left the hotel separately – she wouldn't be seen leaving the place with me, a married man. Well, I couldn't blame her for that. She had a public job as a schoolteacher and school boards, I knew, were usually composed of people with extremely narrow minds. School boards were the ones that did the hiring and firing of teachers, acting usually but not always on the recommendations of the superintendent.
Five minutes later Jill was ushering us into her home on Trio Street. I introduced the gals and Jill went to bring us drinks. I didn't know if Miss Doans drank or not but now would be a good time to find out. When Jill brought a tray back with a bottle on it, along with ice and other things that go into a mixed drink, Miss Doans surprised me by answering to my request that she wanted to drink her liquor straight. I poured her out a generous amount, as well as for Jill and myself. We three drank solemnly and put our glasses down on the cocktail table at the same time. I was very astonished to see that Miss Doans had drunk her entire drink in one long gulp.
"Hey," I said, grinning, "you'll end up getting drunk if you go about it that way."
She turned her dark eyes on me and smiled. "I just imitated what you and Mrs.
Burns did."
Jill grinned. "Are you saying you never had a drink before, Miss Doans?"
Nora shook her head. "That was the first alcoholic beverage to pass my lips, as they say."
Jill and I laughed. I tried very hard not to let my laugh sound sarcastic or derisive, but it was difficult to accomplish after hearing that, corny old line.
"What's so terribly funny?" Nora wanted to know, though her tone wasn't an angry one.
"I think we'd all better have another drink right now," Jill said, and poured them herself.
Two drinks later and not only was I feeling pretty good, but I could tell that Jill and Nora were, too. In fact, Jill was sitting on the opposite side of Nora – all three of us were on the sofa – and I saw her run her hand up Nora's leg.
Nora didn't object. Perhaps it was because she was too numb by now to feel Jill's fingers exploring between her legs. At any rate, the next thing I knew Nora had taken my cock out of my pants and was beginning to fondle it, pulling at it, jacking it, playing with it, scratching it, rubbing it, anything, apparently, that she could think of to cause it to grow hard.
It grew hard after a time.