With a laugh, David leapt out of bed and strode towards the mirrored wall, until he stood within inches of the two-way panel.
David was sure she wasn't in the least suspicious as he watched her slowly follow him across the room, her eyes staring between his legs, too devoted to that low-slung cause to think of anything else. Goddamn, he really had her panting for it this time… Now David felt the jerking tremors of a new erection as he recalled how her cute lispy mouth had felt down there earlier, the head of his cock throbbing for the feel of her lips, the whole heavy structure now rising as he watched her eyes on it.
She stood before him, looking down. And he said: "Kneel down and slide it into your mouth, real easy, And leave it there 'til it's all baby-fresh and stiff… and explodes again…"
In the living-room there was a frantic, scurrying movement among the spectators, all of whom had been gasping wordlessly until this moment, but now expressing critical opinions as they left their seats and rushed forward to kneel and stare and ogle, their hands busily worming inside their pants or briefs or garter-belts. None of them touched one another, naturally, since these proxy-thrills represented the sole and main sperm-event of their lives.
"That's awful!" muttered one of the lesbians, a sachet-hanky blotting laboriously between her thighs, "to make her kiss him there now, after where that thing's been!" But the beatific grin on her manly face belied this professed revulsion.
Valerie, brilliant esthete, harlot and bunco-artist, got to her knees. The sideview of her plump protrusive breasts was truly magnificent, and on the other side of the mirror several homo-voyeurs got even hotter watching the hetero-voyeurs, furiously masturbating themselves inside their pockets, reeling from the heady effects of this close mammary-view…
Valerie now took David's semi-hard prong in her hand, eyed it lovingly and then watched it sprout up in her palm… until it became too thick and billowing to hold, so she took her hand away and smiled to see how it stood straight out, all by itself. She placed her hands on David's tan lithe hips, then leaned forward, slipping the rearing fruity head of it between her lips and flicking her tongue around the velvety resilient man-flesh… ummm!.. Her very favorite spigot…
"Ahhhhh!" gasped the living-room audience, one of the men trying to grind himself and his camera at the same time.
David began to groan with the feel of her mouth on him, licking his lips and swallowing and gasping, and none of this for show, because he had learned to dearly love these oral diversions… oooh God! watch that bulbous thudding knob right smack into the curve of lush womanly mouth… surely that was heaven's own design… and feel that soft girlie-tongue… ummm… So much more independent than her clitoris, so free and ad lib and inventive…
After sucking his spear all spic and span, the devoted little public-relations expert worked ravenously on David's fat member until he howled out and clutched her lovely hair and spouted fully once more, Valerie hungrily swallowing and nursing every wet streaming trace of his fluid mania… as the boy rocked back and forth on his feet and held her head and let his juices flow against the crowding warm satin of her tongue, down her throat… "Ooooh, David, when you come there's such a crazy pulse-beat in your wang!.. ummm… Love the pulse of you in my mouth, and the cream of you…!" Releasing his penis, the girl bent lower to give his drooping balls more salutary assuagement, swirling her tongue in and about their plump dips. With a quavering sigh, David sank to the floor, where he lay-flat on his back and flung his long husky legs up in the air.
With a grin, Valerie said: "Total experience, eh?… you devil!" And crawled down on the floor with him. Gripping his sturdy legs in her hands, she pushed them up, directing him to hold them high and in place with his elbows. David did as she asked, newly expectant tremors swirling beneath his balls as he yearned for the fresh oscillating taints of her mouth… for now he was hopelessly addicted to the feel of someone's lips where they did not traditionally belong… tongues turning into secretive events, as now Valerie spread the manly buttocks and ran her tongue along the tender area joining his testes with his lower intimacy, that entry that had been made so full and round from recent persuasions. She licked lightly at the soft hairless bud of him, and then, with an obsessive little cry, she dug her tongue deeply up and began kissing him there, feverishly, wantonly, making girlish "petting-in-the-back-seat" love to him right there at the core of him… ooh, the palpitating base!.. as David cried out with the lovely wet tapping feel of it, expanding and contracting that newly sucked flesh down there… oooh! Remembering his manners and returning the kiss… aw, lip-service, baby… here, now… back and forth and give and receive and kiss the livin' hell out of me down there…!
Three straights in the audience shot in their pockets: "Ahhhhhhh!.. ooops!" While several other members all three sexes looked like they might require stretcher-bearers any minute.
A few seconds later the two versatile performers were sucking fiercely away at each others' crotches, their heads lustily thigh-dipped as they sprawled flat on the floor for a rabid, gulping simul-feast, snarling and drinking and lapping up each other's juices like they were opening some fertile new vein in an abandoned gold-mine… mouths that licked and panned for bouillon, hot-fevered lips that scooped and digested until they made two fluid bodies flow as one…
… A few moments later Valerie was lying exhausted on her bed, a dreamy, indolent look on her face. She watched curiously as David hurriedly started to slip into a robe. "Hey, honeyboy, where's the rush?" she asked. "All we need is a breather and we can hang right in there again."
Fastening the belt on his robe, David lit a quick cigarette and moved towards the bed. Pretending to be looking for his slipper, he bent down and swiftly removed the tape, flicking off the recorder, then slipping the tape into his pocket as he rose up again. He grinned down at the naked sprawl of her body. "Got you begging for it, haven't I?… You've got nothin' but meat on your mind now, right, Val?"
She nodded eagerly. "Oh baby, you've learned so much in this apartment, I'd crawl on my hands and knees to have you. Oooh, you were so good, honey… every last inch and swallow of you tastes like more… always more!"
"Then maybe you think I'm worth what I charge?"
"Every penny!" With a chuckle, she sat up in bed and started to slide a hand between his legs, inside his robe, but he bolted backwards.
"Well then, perhaps I'd better go out and collect my fee." he said. "You want to watch, Val?"
David crooked his little finger at her and gave her a twinkly grin. "Come on, honey. One picture's worth a thousand words." He opened the bedroom door and went out, circling around the dining area to the living-room. "Ladies and gentlemen," he loudly greeted his guests, "the performance is over for the afternoon. May I bear some appreciation?"
Valerie let out a grunt as if she'd been kicked in the belly by a mule. Then she shot up off her bed as she heard the enthusiastic applause coming from her living-room, the wild cries of "Bravo! Wunderbar! Author…Author!"
She grabbed a robe and slipped into it on the run, tearing out of her bedroom and into her salon just in time to see fifteen satisfied customers shelling out fifty bucks a piece to the conquering ringmaster.
"Oh David, that was so splendid…!"
"Superb!"
"Out of this world!"
Seeing Valerie standing there gaping at them, they applauded her too.
"Valerie, you were absolutely marvelous playing a stinky-fingered little degenerate…!"
"What inspired type-casting, dear girl!"
"And what delightful buns you have, darling… especially to see them sticking up towards the heavens like that…!"
Valerie glared at David, then glanced at her two-way mirror, then scanned the sallow faces of the audience, who were now preparing to leave, her eyes going even wilder as she noticed the movie-camera. An unintelligible rattling sound began in her throat before she could find any words. And then: "What the fuck's been going on behind my back?" she roared.