“Why waste time, Red?”
He took her then, quickly, brutally, surprising her with the driving power of his small, but hard and muscular body. Wilma felt nothing, but she rolled her hips as though overcome with pleasure. Her body matched the thrusting movements of his. Her teeth nibbled at the back of her hand and she gave little squeals of joy.
Big! It’s so goddam big! Not like Daddy ’s. Like a cop’s billy! That’s what it’s like! And all stuffed inside me! Up me! So why don’t I feel anything? That’s a cock up my quim. A prick! A hard shlong! I can feel the whole length of it rubbing up and down my clitty. And my clitty is stiff. And hot juice is running out of my cunt. My body is hot and excited. It feels, but I don’t. Why don ’t I feel? Why?
D’Angelo’s hands pried at the insides of her thighs now. He forced them as far apart as they’d go, pushing his steel-hard ramrod-penis even further up Wilma’s glove-tight vagina. It battered the mouth of her womb, flailing the raw flesh there cruelly. The tight, filled sac holding his swollen balls bounced harder and harder against the foaming lips of her vagina. And finally he came, one long, violent surge which almost caught her up, almost carried her along to an orgasm of her own—almost, but not quite. And then it was over.
Her simulated pleasure hadn’t fooled D’Angelo for a minute. He stood up and adjusted his clothing. He lit a cigarette and looked down at her coolly. “You wasn’t with it, huh, baby?” he said.
“Sure I was,” she protested. “It was great! The best I ever had. You’re some man, Vito! A terrific lover!”
“That’s right, sweetie. But you lie in your teeth. I’m good in the sack and I know it. I don’t need you to give my ego a shot in the arm. But for you it was nothing. I can tell. All that phony wiggling and moaning don’t fool me. You wasn’t feeling a damned thing. Right?”
Wilma shrugged. “I guess not. I can’t help it. I just don’t turn on. I guess. Only once. . . But that’s another story, and it was a long time ago. The truth is, I don’t really blame you. I don’t think any man could make me really feel it. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but there it is. I don’t even enjoy making love—except I am glad if I could give you pleasure, Vito.”
“It was okay,” he told her.
“Just okay?”
“Just okay. I’m not gonna lie. I’ve had better.”
Wilma smoothed out her dress and got to her feet. “I’m sorry,” she said shortly. “Well, I’ll see you around.” She started for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Look, we don’t click. I can’t help it. But what’s the sense in my hanging around here?”
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat,” D’Angelo said softly.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You said yourself you can do better. So what do you want me to stay for?”
“Sit down and I’ll draw you a diagram.”
Wilma sat down. ,
“I’m a very selfish guy,” D’Angelo told her. “I enjoy a really good roll in the hay, sure. But I also get my kicks other ways. You don’t make it the straight way-—that’s your lookout. I don’t really care. Not getting enough of a kick myself —that’s the only thing that really bugs me. But, like I say, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning this.” D’Angelo sat down beside her. He took her by the elbows and twisted her body until she was kneeling in front of him. He unbuttoned his pants. His hands tangled in her red hair as he pushed her head toward where he wanted it.
Jesus! He ’s got another hard-on! Even bigger than before. And he wants me to put that in my mouth? I’ll choke on it! Oh! I’m supposed to lick his balls first. That’s not so bad. Jesus! Whoa, boy! Don’t get so excited! Almost poked my eye our that time. I just kiss this spot under his balls and his whole stiff prick jumps. Whaddaya know! What happens if I lick it with my tongue? My God! It’s actually getting bigger! What’s this? My come on his balls, all tangled with the hair there. Sweet! I don ’t taste bad at all. Not even mixed with his nut-sweat. Hey, there ’s some of his jizzum still on his cock. Wonder what that tastes like. I’ll just lick it up and see. Hmm. Not as sweet as mine. Sure gets him excited though when I run my tongue up and down his stiff shaft. Christ! It feels like it’s gonna burst with all that goo inside it. Hey! Why ’s he grabbing me by the hair like that. Oh, shit! He ’s forcing me to take that big, foaming cock in my mouth. Oh, I’d better suck and suck fast, or I’ll choke! I really will! Oh, he’s fucking me in my mouth and I’m sucking just as hard as I can. . . .
It was a new experience for Wilma. Again she felt nothing, but this time there was a difference. His knees clenching her head so that there was a roaring in her ears, the urgency of his fingers twisting painfully in her hair, the way his body arched as though eager to be devoured, the genuine moans testifying to the almost unbearable surge of his lust—all these combined to make her feel the power she held over him, the power centered in her warm lips, O-shaped mouth and sharp, exquisitely torturing teeth. And her sense of power became complete when the explosion of his passion, sending hot scum down her throat, left him limp and helpless to her still teasing tongue.
“Wow!” D’Angelo said when she finally stood up. “Wow!”
“Are you happy now?” Wilma asked curiously.
“I’ll say! Baby, that was the greatest! Absolutely the best I’ve ever had. Where did you ever learn to suck cock like that?”
“I never did it before,” Wilma said honestly.
“For real? Well, I’ll be damned! The way you went at it, I’d of swore you was an old pro.”
“This was the first time. Was it really as satisfying as doing it the regular way?” she asked.
“Oh, better, baby! Much better! I’ll tell you true, I’d rather have a good blow job like this anytime. Almost any man would. You can believe that, baby. Most guys’ wives won’t make this scene. And even chicks who’ll swing with guys when it comes to straight sex draw the line at this kind of ballin’. But this beats the other anytime. Any guy who’s honest’ll tell you that. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.”
Wilma believed him. And she filed what he’d said away in her mind for future use. It was a good thing for a girl to have this kind of information. You could never tell when it might come in handy.
After that first night she saw a lot of Vito D’Angelo. He would pick her up at the club after work two or three times a week. lnvariably they would end up at his apartment where Wilma would perfect herself in her newfound sex artistry to D’Angelo’s increasing delight. She did this so well that, to some small degree, her favors gave her a hold over D’Angelo.
One evening she put this hold to the test. “Vito,” she said, fondling him teasingly, “I’m getting no place fast peddling cigarettes in that dive. Couldn’t you help me get a job where I could make a little more loot? You have all kinds of connections. Don’t you know somebody who could use a bright girl with her eye on the future?”
“I’ll look around,” he promised.
He was as good as his word, and the next time he saw Wilma he told her he had a prospect for her. “How’d you like to make two bills a week for maybe three-four hours’ work a day?” he asked her.
“Sounds great. What’s the pitch?”
“A guy over at the Peep Show owes me a favor and he’s looking for a new girl to fill out the bill.”
“That’s a burley house, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean I’d be a stripper?”
“Exotic dancer. That's what they call ’em. I thought you might be interested—that is if you don’t mind stripping down in front of a bunch of drooling guys.”
“I don’t mind. But do you really think I could do it? I mean, I have no experience, or anything. Don’t I have to know how to dance or something?”