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Sudden Dividend

a Short Story
Copyright (c) April, 2001, Kellis





Efficient unsentimental ball draining is a whore's particular
skill, and Taisy was the best.

I let myself in at her backdoor with the key she had given me,
after parking in the deserted alley, and proceeded on through the
kitchen to her den to make sure she was home, alone and expecting
me.  To all three she always was, of course.  She was sitting
upright in her recliner, reading, wearing the robe and slippers
she always wore, at least for me.  A gold clip held back her
plentiful auburn hair in a ponytail that flipped behind her as
she turned her head toward me.  Her blue eyes locked with mine.
That was all.  No smile distorted the proportions of that
handsome, oval face which had become the center of my secret
life.

I turned aside to her bathroom, stripped and hung my clothing on
the coat hook behind the door while the shower warmed up.  Under
the water I scrubbed only my torso, with particular attention to
the expectant gristle between my legs, while standing back enough
to avoid wetting the hair of my head.  In a moment I was finished
and drying off, careful to use the green towel.  The pink towel
presumably was reserved for herself.  I had noticed that while
always green, the pattern and texture of the green towel differed
each week.  Did she have as many visitors as green towels, or
vice-versa?  Though I was becoming intensely curious about her,
that was a question one might not ask.

I padded naked across the kitchen linoleum and onto the den
carpet.  She had already laid her book on the side table that
held drink, canapes, a folded white hand-towel and a large bottle
of strong mouthwash.  She sat forward, erect in her soft chair,
the robe parted to either side of full breasts, one hand
twitching between her legs, her eyes fastened in my groin.  I had
surmised that she liked to flip her clit while my shower cascaded
audibly.  Did she imagine me simultaneously stroking my dick,
though only to assure its hygiene, and find the coincidence
stimulating?  Could she possibly anticipate what was to follow
with even a fraction of my breathless eagerness?

This was my tenth visit to her, according to the nine
surreptitious T's -- for Taisy -- in my computer calendar.
For the first several I had always reached her chair with a hard-
on, but a dick that knows what's coming develops a certain
complacency.  At first it had also been a matter of pride to
present her with an upstander, but she has by now taught me
something I didn't know about myself.  I prefer for the erectile
process to occur _within her mouth_, to let the entire gristle
disappear behindnher lips and teeth, along with the front half of
my balls, only to retrieve a grandly stiff piece of meat a short
while later.  Even the thought of that is peculiarly satisfying!

Such thoughts have their effect.  When I stood before her chair,
the distension was already beginning.  She leaned forward,
however, and took all of it into her mouth, nose bumping my pubic
pad.  Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked part of my balls in
beneath it.  An arm went around my ass, pulling me closer, while
the other hand pushed more scrotum into her mouth.  I could feel
her bottom teeth.

Once as a child I had put my hand on a dare into a bag containing
a captive garter snake.  Now Taisy's tongue writhed around my
invisible dick very much as that snake had done my hand.  But
instead of the instant revulsion generated by the spinning snake,
the tongue produced instant delight -- and a painfully firm
erection almost as quickly.

Here's a question for young men: would you enjoy poking your dick
into a bag with a garter snake?

Taisy's blowjobs were businesslike, or so they always seemed to
me.  She didn't practice any of the outside licking, tip kissing,
bouncing on the lips and ball sucking you see the porn stars
smirk and do in the movies.  After it once passed her lips, you
never saw your dick head again until you came; meanwhile her
teeth, cheeks, soft palate, uvula and especially tongue -- oh
god, that tongue! -- were doing the unspeakable to it.  She used
her hands for the less important work.  One was always gently
squeezing your balls while the other stroked your inner thighs,
your ass cheeks, your belly.  And once when I came to her after a
rare good fuck with my wife the night before, she gave up and
used it to jack my sperm into her mouth.

But this time my wife had been pleading a stubborn yeast
infection for the week since her period ended.  To give her
credit, a couple nights back she had offered a handjob, but I
declined, thinking abstinence would enhance my half-hour with
Taisy.  I was both right and wrong.  The orgasm was extremely
intense; everything from navel to knees seemed to flow out my
dick, including the stiffness in my wobbly legs -- but the whole
experience hardly lasted a minute!

I saw spots in front of my eyes and had to take hold of her
shoulders to steady myself.  She knew, doubtlessly from long
experience, exactly what a man needs at such a moment.  Her head
ceased to bob at the first squirt.  She closed her lips about
half-way down the shaft but held perfectly still except for her
tongue, which lapped away at the dick eye, fluttering with each
succeeding spurt.  Most of the few women of my experience who
have done me this service simply spat the dick out along with the
first deposit.  Some might give it a few additional jacks.  One
girl kept sucking away, swallowing what she could -- a very sexy
thing to do -- but damned near killed me with the pressure that
quickly becomes unbearable at orgasm.  Taisy applied no pressure
while the ejaculate flowed, and each tongue tap on the tip sent a
jolt of pleasure up my belly.  She was the expert of the spurt
(Ahem!).

Her hand went unerringly to the side table and returned with the
hand towel, flipping it open in her lap.  She gave my dick head a
last couple of powerful sucks that caused me to groan and
tremble, then let it emerge from her mouth, following it with a
vast quantity of thin and bubbly fluid, running down her chin and
over the dick head still touching her lip.  Though I had been a
week without expression, this was still too much to have come
entirely from one dick.  Then I realized that of course it
included a lot of her saliva, probably the source of all those
bubbles.

She raised up, wiped her face clean and gently swabbed my
dripping dick.  According to the routine, I should now turn away
without comment, dress myself in her bathroom, leave some money
on the kitchen counter and depart.  Very businesslike.  But I
hadn't been in her place ten minutes.  I looked at my wristwatch,
my only remaining article of clothing, and shook my head.

She frowned at me as she twisted the cap off her mouthwash
bottle.  She imbibed a large mouthful and recapped it while
tilting her head back and gargling noisily.  Finally she spat the
residue into her glass and gave me her attention, the first time
she had spoken to me in several weeks.  "What's the matter?"

"I know the rule," I said with a sigh.  "'When you come, you
go.'"

She sniffed.  "That's a man's rule."

My eyebrows rose.  "What do you mean?  A madam once told me
that."

"Well, maybe in a busy whorehouse.  But otherwise ...  I've given
this some thought.  I realized that when a man comes, his whole
attitude changes.  Without that pressure in his epididymis,
suddenly he's a different person.  Here he has just let a whore
suck him off.  He thinks, 'My god, what if she's got a disease?
Would I give it to my wife if I caught one?  What the hell
possessed me to put my bare cock in _her_ mouth?'  I see it in
their eyes.  Usually they can't get out of here fast enough."

I raised an eyebrow.  "Are all your visitors so young?"

She regarded me thoughtfully.  "You think only young men feel
that way?"

"_I_ certainly don't feel that way!"

"Don't you?"

"No, I don't."

She shrugged.  "Well, you were quick today.  Maybe that makes a
difference."

"Too quick.  I've got 20 minutes left in my half-hour."

Her eyes sparkled.  "So you have.  Want to try it again?"

"Huh!  I don't think even _you_ could get another shot out of me
in 20 minutes."

"'Even me!'  Was that a compliment?"

"You know you're the best.  But don't you do anything besides
blowjobs?"

Her lip curled.  "I have a restricted practice."

"Does that mean you don't?"

She chuckled.  "Did you have something in mind?"

I nodded.  "Women don't have the limitation of men.  I'd love to
get on my knees in front of you."

"Well!" she exclaimed, eyes wide as if astonished.

Her expression was so taken-aback that I had to laugh.  "Come on!
The idea is not so preposterous as all that."

"Isn't it?  I can't believe you mean it."

"Why not?"

She sneered.  "Even a rubber on your tongue wouldn't protect you,
you know."

"It wouldn't?  _Do_ you have a disease, Taisy?"

"You're offering to lick a _whore's_ quim!  Nobody does that,
Willy.  What's the matter with you?"

"I guess the fact is, I'd like to get to know you better.  I
admire people who care enough to do competent work every time,
with no excuses and no slacking, and you give the best head, week
after week, that I ever had.  I've come to think a lot of you.
You're obviously healthy.  I don't believe you would let yourself
catch a disease -- at least, not to keep.  Why shouldn't you
share in the fun?"

Her eyebrows rose.  "It's for my benefit, is it?"

"No."  I studied her in return.  "I think you enjoy sucking
dicks.  I enjoy licking cunts for the same reasons."

She sniffed.  "Just _why_ do I enjoy cocksucking?"

I had to backtrack.  "Well, of course, I don't truly know a
woman's reasons.  But I love to lick a cunt because of the effect
on the woman.  I love to feel that involuntary hip rocking, as if
she's getting fucked, and the shuddering and the joint popping as
they tighten up, and the moaning and groaning and the screams at
the last.  Being the cause of all that is almost as much fun as
being the receiver of it."

Her eyes were interested.  "What about the taste?"

"I forgot to mention that.  It's similar but different in every
woman.  At first I have to ignore it but in just a little while
it becomes ...  In fact it becomes tasteless though very wet.
But you don't lick a cunt for the taste.  The sensual part for me
is her cool thighs covering my ears and her soft flesh under my
hands and in my mouth."

She grinned and repeated, "'You don't lick a cunt for the taste.'
There's a difference, Willy.  You can suck a cock for it."

"Can you?  I always thought come was tasteless."

"Not entirely, even in the common case.  It varies in muskiness,
which is a sort of a back-of-the-throat taste, and soupiness,
even sweetness.  Sometimes it can be strongly flavorful,
indicative even of the expresser's state of health, though I'll
admit those flavors are not particularly attractive.  But you're
right: you don't suck a cock just for taste."

I had to ask, "How's _my_ health?"

She chuckled.  "About right for a fortyish fellow."

I thought about that and grinned in disbelief.  "Do you claim you
can tell a man's age from the flavor of his jism?"

She nodded.  "You'd be surprised.  Oh, not in one shot, except in
the broadest sense.  For example, very young men produce the
creamiest semen, while an old man's tends to be watery.  But
after you've sampled a man several times, especially if he has
few other outlets, you get a feel for him."

"Yeah!" I leered.  "And what a feel!"

She smiled complacently.  "I like men, Willy, for the most part.
That is, I like their cocks.  That's the 'most part.'  A cock is
such a tender, flimsy thing, really, so vulnerable, so at hazard
between a woman's teeth.  I love the irony of sucking cock.
While I am giving you such ecstatic pleasure, with your cock in
my throat and your balls in my hand, I could easily turn it into
the most awful agony and leave you unconscious and bleeding to
death on the floor."

"My god, Taisy!  Uh, why 'unconscious?'"

Her eyes sparkled.  "It always amazes me how few people,
especially men, know that if you squeeze a scrotum hard enough,
you'll knock its owner out."

"You can _squeeze_ it that hard?"

"Even a woman's fist.  In fact it doesn't take as much pressure
as opening some jar lids, though a woman being raped should give
it all she's got just in case."

I laughed weakly.  "You've knocked a man out this way?"

"Oh, yes."  She grinned.  "But I didn't bite their cocks off."

I stared at her.  "Were they raping you?"

She chuckled.  "How can you rape a whore, right?  But, yes,
Willy, they were raping me."  She cocked an eyebrow at my limp
dick.  "Still interested in licking me?"

I grunted.  "I'll admit you've cooled me down."

"Too bad.  You almost talked me into it."

Again I glanced at my wristwatch.  "My half-hour is nearly up
anyway."

She stretched, leaning back in her well-padded chair.  "What
half-hour?  Willy, not many guys can get away reliably in the
daytime, you know.  I won't have another visitor until tonight."

"Dave McIntyre," I commented, staring at her.  The robe was wide
open, exposing a lush pubic bush and full belly striated with
mother's marks.  I had never noticed them before.  For the first
time I wondered seriously how old she might be.  Thirty-ish?

"Who?" she asked, reminding me of my comment.

"He's the guy who recommended you to me.  I know he sees you
after I do."

She shook her head.  "I don't know your real names.  I told you:
I don't want to know."

Indeed she had, on the occasion of my first visit, when she had
described how we would behave on the subsequent ones, from my
shower using the green towel, to her mouth full of come in the den,
to my pecuniary deposit on the kitchen counter while departing.
By relay through Dave she had assigned me my name, "Willy," not a
very inspirational appellation, in my opinion, but only she knew
it, so what the hell.  I already knew that her name was not
Taisy: well, probably not.  The owner of record of her tidy
little cottage on Merlin Street was a Mrs. Cleveland Camprose.
"Taisy" could in fact be Mrs. Camprose's first name.  A reverse
on her telephone number, which anyone with a computer can get,
also returned Mrs. C. Camprose:  probably not a renter.

I paused, thinking of the new guy at work who'd been following me
around like a puppy.  "How does that work, Taisy?  Suppose I
wanted to recommend you to someone?"

She shook her head.  "I'm pretty busy."

"Even in the daytime?"

"I like to sleep in the daytime."

"I see."

She chuckled.  "No, you don't.  But I'm glad you asked instead of
just giving him my number.  If somebody calls me with an unknown
love name, Taisy doesn't live here."

"Okay.  But I think I've got a nice guy for you when you're
ready."

"I'll keep it in mind."

Her tone held finality.  But I was standing naked not a yard from
her naked knees, already spread invitingly.  I leaned forward,
put a hand on each, and sank between them.  I heard her gasp,
presumably with surprise, but she offered only cooperation when I
pushed her thighs farther apart to admit my chin.  She smelled of
woman, nothing unusual, less aromatic in fact than I expected
considering I was the one with the recent shower.  My tongue
parted her labia, riding up to circle her clit.  Soon I was
lapping it gently.  My fingers found her already well wetted and
entered her easily.  Her hips shuddered.  Soon her thighs closed
on my ears and her hips began to rock in earnest.  Interestingly
she lasted no longer than I had.  With creaking bones her legs
parted and hands forced my head with its terrible tongue away
from her.  She was screaming softly.

I raised up, studying how I might lay her back for a good
fucking.  But she came forward in the chair, grabbed me around
the waist and pulled my belly against her face.  My hard dick
rubbed her neck and ear.

"Why did you do that?" she demanded, her voice muffled in my
pubic hair.

I thought of several responses but finally said only, "Because I
wanted to."

She released me, backing away, and looked up.  To my surprise her
eyes were teary.  Her voice was low.  "You'd better go, Willy."

"Huh?  Don't you want ... a little something more?"

She got to her feet and drew the robe closed around her.  Her
eyes flashed at me.  "For your information, you are only the
fifth man to ever do that to me."

"I'd do it again in a second," I declared.

"And I have no disease."

"I knew you didn't."

Her lip curled disdainfully.  "You're a fool, Willy."

I nodded.  "Foolish about you."

"Oh, go home to your wife."  She turned away toward the living
room and the bedroom presumably beyond it that I had never seen.

I called after her, "Until next week, then?"

She paused at the living room door to look back.  "Damn it, I
told you:  I only _give_ blowjobs!  Why can't you stick to the
script?

I spread my hands appealingly.  "What have I done that was so
terrible?"

"I don't need any of you," she declared, eyes flashing.  She took
a breath.  "Go on, get out of here, and call me before you come
back."

I shrugged.  "Whatever you say."

She whirled out of the room.  Just before leaving I added
half-again to her "present."  I know, the logic is screwy, but
clearly I needed her more than she needed me.





* * *





"Taisy, this is Willy."

"Yes?" she responded guardedly.

"I'm calling as directed."

I heard papers flipping, suggesting a notebook.  "Willy, did you
say?  Your shot is tomorrow at three.  Oh, did you want to come
early?  It so happens I have an opening tonight at ten."

Tonight at ten?  What in hell would I tell my wife?  Just that
quick I thought of a dodge.  Dave would call me at 9:30,
ostensibly to ask for help with a computer glitch.

"I'll be there, Taisy.  Could I bring you something?"

Her voice softened.  "A little eagerness would be nice."

"I always have that."

She laughed and hung up.  I sat stupidly holding the telephone.
What the hell?  Had she forgotten?

Interesting choice of words: "An opening tonight at ten."  I
wondered how many women open for dicks at ten -- and concluded
nearly as many as those to whom dicks are presented at ten.  Even
my wife, infection at bay, would probably be agreeable at that
hour.  But she wouldn't open her mouth for one.

I'd never been to Taisy's place at night, but the only difference
was the darkness outside.  She had already turned on the kitchen
and bathroom overheads for me.  It was dimmer in the den without
the light from translucent window shades, but not much different
because the same floor lamp was lit beside the couch.  She sat in
the same robe and slippers to watch me pad naked across the
carpet.

We said nothing.  As usual I marched forward to stand between her
knees.  As usual she leaned forward and took everything I had --
in soft but out hard.  It was a fully predictable session,
exactly like all the others, and she had no real difficulty in
extracting my juice, even though I had fucked my wife twice since
I left Taisy nearly a week ago.  That gracefully oval face, one
that I had come to understand was the most beautiful I had ever
seen personally, with its lips wrapped around my cock and its
cheeks collapsed in suction, would always extract my juice
predictably.

Yet the mouth, however expertly the tongue may be applied, is
along with everything else inferior to cunt as a cock receptacle.
Is it the desecration of beauty that makes her cocksucking so
thrilling?  If so it's a childish and unworthy reason.  Or is it
the symbol of ultimate submission: letting an ugly piss-pipe spew
into her tender mouth?  I didn't understand my own motives.  One
was enough, though.  I had to have her.

When she had wiped her chin and my dick clean and finished
gargling, I asked her, "Taisy, is there any way I could see you
twice a week?"

She leaned back in her chair, looking up at me with a
challengingly cocked eyebrow.  "Think you're man enough for
that?"

"I know it," I said confidently.

She studied me doubtfully.  "You're not exactly a teenager, you
know."

"I know I can do it," I repeated, "especially if you let me do
you first."

Her face blanked.  "Did you forget?  I only do cocksucking."

I spread my hands.  "By now you ought to know I'm no risk."

"Should I?"  Her eyes glittered.  "If you'll stick it in one
promiscuous whore, you'll stick it in another."

I had to laugh a little.  "You do believe in speaking frankly,
don't you!"

"I believe in precise communication."

"But your argument is weak.  What makes you think a mouth is
safer than a vagina?"

"The mouth is tougher," she responded promptly.  Obviously she
had answered that question before.  "Dicks won't make the tiny
rips in it that they can make in a cunt.  I keep my mouth
absolutely healthy and use a strong mouthwash."

I studied her face.  She stared back.  Finally I shot my last
round.  "I know enough about women to know that you loved it last
week."

Her eyes widened.  She opened her mouth to say something but at
that precise moment a telephone rang in the next room, the living
room that I had never entered.  She closed her mouth and sat
there, staring at me.  On the third ring she snarled, jumped to
her feet and went to the doorway, her housecoat swinging behind
her.  Apparently the telephone was just beyond it.  She snatched
it up and pressed it to her ear, keeping her back to me, but she
was hardly ten feet away.

"Hello," she said cautiously.

I took a breath.  According to all the rules, I should now
depart, but the sudden harshness in her soft voice pinned me.

"No," she declared, "I did not save your time.  Unlike the
dentist, I can't charge you for a missed appointment, can I?"

She continued almost immediately, "No, not tonight.  I have
company."

I could hear the receiver rattle.  "Then use your fist," she said
coldly.

It rattled louder.  She said quietly, "Don't threaten me.  Shall
I expect you next week at the same time?"

Now it rattled loudest.  Gently she restored it, still crackling,
to its cradle.  She turned around slowly to look straight at me,
standing before her chair with my half-hard dick dangling.

"I see you're still here."

I held up my hands.  "I'm leaving!"

"Just a moment!" she commanded.  "What was that you said about
last week?"

"You loved what I did last week."

"What makes you think so?"

"Huh!  You _came_!"

"You think that's enough for me to like it?"

The implication that it might not be enough startled me.  "You
mean it wasn't?"

She went to the couch, shrugged out of her housecoat and laid it
lengthwise in the seat.  She turned to look at me.  I had never
before seen her body completely naked except for slippers on her
feet and a woman's tiny watch on her wrist, though her display of
the week before prepared me.  She was no teenager.  Her breasts,
underlain with faint blue networks that emphasized their
roundness, sagged large with huge nipples, pink as is customary
with auburn hair.  Her full belly was inscribed with its tracery
of mother's marks above coarse pubes the same color as her head.
Her thighs showed the beginnings of cellulite globbing and here
and there the stars of vein networks.  Her hips were wide and her
waist was slim.  The sight of her pumped new life into my dick.

She noticed it and grinned crookedly.  "Maybe you _are_ man
enough!  Want to try something more, Willy?"

I took a breath.  "You bet!"

"Then come here and lie down lengthwise on the couch."

I wondered what she had in mind.  Presumably I was about to find
out.  I obeyed her with alacrity.

She laughed a little.  "Such eagerness!  Keep your legs together,
straight, and put your arms over the armrest."

Okay.  I could do that, too.  I guess if she had fetched up
handcuffs at that moment, I would've submitted just as readily.

What she fetched up was her cunt.  She raised one leg over me,
resting its foot on the armrest while the other foot remained on
the floor, and lowered her moist crack carefully over my mouth.
I didn't wait for her.  My head popped up as soon as she was in
range, tongue thrusting.

She let me take a few licks before admonishing, "No, Willy.  Let
your head lie back.  You just lick.  I'll put it where I want the
contact."

Which made sense.  I quickly learned only to wave the tongue tip
up and down while she moved her hips back and forth, mostly
around in a circle.  I wondered why more women didn't propose
this approach, then decided they preferred to lie back and let
someone else do the work.  But for precision of touch and
superior titillation, this ought to be tops.  Except that after
several minutes Taisy didn't seem to be enjoying it overmuch.
Already this had lasted many times longer than the licking I gave
her last week.  I redoubled my tongue speed.

She grunted.  I looked up through the edge of her bush to her
eyes, peering down at me.  But they weren't smiling eyes, they
were calculating.  Where next to put the clit?  No.  By now it
was directly above my tongue.  Did she regret inviting me to lick
her?

At that moment she backed away, sliding her foot beside my body,
ankle projection tickling my underarm hair as it passed.  "I'm
ready," she said, her mouth close to mine.  A hand caught my dick
and slipped it into her.

She started to fuck me, slowly, big tits mashed into my chest,
forearms resting on my collar bones as her hands cupped my cheeks
and ears.  Oddly she began to lick around my mouth and chin,
slurping up the mixture of pussy juice and spit that I had licked
out of her earlier.  Her tongue tickled the point of my chin and
occasionally swabbed out my mouth, amusing me because it behaved
exactly as my tongue had done moments before on her other mouth,
into which my dick was now straining at full penetration.

God, what a great fuck, I thought, maybe the best I ever had!
The preliminary thrill was just making its appearance when I felt
her readjust her leg positions -- except that her knees were still
clamped on my hips.  How in the world could --

Her whole body stiffened.  She tilted her hips more toward the
front as her face rose above mine.  "Arggh!" she screamed, mouth
open wide and huge eyes staring past me, as suddenly the weight
on my hips increased.

What the hell!  I would have brought my arms down to shift her
aside and find out what was happening, except she caught my
wrists in her own hands.  But then I knew.  In time with her
scream I had distinctly felt something slide into her flesh above
my own straining dick, something large enough to compress my
organ.  It withdrew slightly then smashed into her again, a hard,
very fast thrust.  Again she screamed.

I strained my head to the side enough to peer over her shoulder.
A strange man was behind her, above us both.  His eyes were
clenched shut and lips drawn back over his teeth in a grimace.  I
had only a glimpse before his third thrust drove her shoulder
higher, blocking my view.

He was fucking her up the ass!  At first I lay still in frozen
incredulity.  I had seen the porn flicks, where women seemed to
go wild on this act, especially between two men, though who at my
age can believe porn flicks?  My wife and I over the years had
even reached a tacit agreement, without one word being exchanged
on the subject, that when she'd had a few drinks, she liked two
fingers up her ass along with the dick in her cunt.  I had been
thinking of buying a slim dildo for her next party.  But now --
this guy's dick must be big as mine if not bigger.  And he was
really beginning to pound it in.

Did Taisy _want_ this?  She was still holding her head up,
fortunately, else the banging in the rear would have driven her
facial bones painfully into mine.  Her eyes were closed and she
whimpered with each bang.  Her mouth was open and a line of
spittle ran from her bottom lip.  As I noticed that, I also
realized that her hips had begun to roll, reminding me that it
was my stiff stander that might compress her clit.  A whimper is
not a protest, exactly.  I added my hip motion to theirs, timing
it so that I withdrew as he thrust and vice-versa.

But I didn't close my eyes.  My thrust-ins coincided with his
withdrawals so that I got a good view of him above her shoulder.
He had a slim mustache and plenty of curly black hair above it.
Raising my head I saw an enviably thick matt of hair on his
chest.  He was tan and looked younger than I, probably younger
than Taisy, too.  His muscles looked good.  Too good.  He could
probably whip my ass if I protested, not that I had formulated
any plan to do so.  I wanted to believe that I would have sprung
to her defense if Taisy had complained, but obviously that had
never crossed her mind.  The more I thought about it, the more
certain I became that she had engineered this scene after the
telephone call, knowing that he would come despite her rejection,
covering my ears with her fingers, noisily stroking my earlobes
so that I wouldn't hear her ass-fucker's arrival.

So what might I do about it?  I knew I was strong enough to throw
both of them off me.  But what then?  A fight over a whore?  She
was beautiful and maybe the world's champion cocksucker, but she
would suck any cock that had her price.

I realized something else:  in fact I had no grounds for
complaint.  I had already overstayed my time if not my welcome.
I was the rule-breaker here.  If I fought him it would be for no
better reason than his unannounced arrival.  It was likely that
such a battle would bring about a trip to the emergency room,
maybe to the police station.  What in hell would I tell my wife?

I could imagine her face!  That led to imagining how we three
hearty fuckers would look to her if she were standing at the
doorway to Taisy's kitchen.  I almost chuckled at her look of
horror.  Suddenly the pure lasciviousness of it grabbed my balls.
Here I was, living a porno dream, along with another man -- who
cared who? -- fucking a woman together, cunt and asshole!  The
only addition we might want would be another dick in her mouth.

I began to thrust in earnest.  Taisy had released my wrists.  I
ran my hands down her arms and slid them under her tits to pinch
the nipples.  Immediately her hip motions strengthened in
response.

Apparently she had been waiting for this.  "Oh, god, oh, god,
don't stop, don't stop!" she cried through clenched lips, her
face twisted in ecstasy or agony, though I expect for the latter
she would've begged a little different.  She needn't have
worried.  I wasn't about to stop.  The distant thrill was just
starting.

But the man on top froze with a groan, his full weight descending
upon us.  Taisy screamed, a long drawn-out wail, her body
shuddering and twitching.  I pounded her clit as fast as my hips
would move -- until she simply collapsed atop me, her face
falling over my shoulder.  She was panting and whimpering again
but otherwise limp.

The weight lessened.  I saw a huge dick, wet and dripping, indeed
larger than mine, pass over us along with a hairy set of
loose-hung balls.  Her arm sagged, covering my eyes, whether
intentional or accidental, and I was unable to see his face again
until he had turned away.  But I had already seen it.  And
recognized it despite the mustache.

I raised up on my elbow in time to see him vanish into the living
room.  So he enjoyed a different entrance, did he?  I thought of
getting up and at least putting a few questions to him, but a
throb in my lower regions reminded me that I had a newly made set
of spermatozoa hankering to get into the cunt I still occupied.
I began to move my hips again.

She raised her head.  A drop of sweat fell from her nose.  "Did
you come?" she demanded.

"No, but give me a minute."

Her crooked grin reappeared.  "Do you care for sloppy seconds?"

Did she mean --  Yeah, she meant it.  "Shitty seconds?" I asked
with a sneer.

She sneered back.  "Don't be silly.  I took two enemas an hour
ago."

I stared at her.  She snickered.  Her hand went between us.  With
a twist of her hips I was uncunted and instantly resheathed
elsewhere.  To the hilt.  It was slightly tighter only at depth,
which surprised me.  Then I remembered the porn flicks.  Unlike a
cunt, an asshole remains distended for an appreciable time after
the stretcher is removed.  Her sphincter had not yet returned to
normal from the big dick.

She moved her hips.  "Go ahead and come."

I almost did at that moment.  My god, my dick was buried for the
first time, after countless dreams of it, in a woman's entrails!
For lasciviousness this act compares only with cocksucking, even
though or perhaps because all the related details are opposite.
But the mouth has a tongue, which I remembered in time.

I pulled out of her.  "Two enemas, eh?  Prove it."

Her face showed surprise, then a touch of spite.  "Good!" she
declared.  "Now I'll get to taste his, too."

She backed away without hesitation and bent to my dick.  "Don't
stop sucking," I told her.  And she didn't.  I knew it would be
unbearable and it was.  I had to pull out almost immediately,
unintentionally painting one watery streak between her eyes.

She backed further away, pulled the housecoat up from between my
legs and wiped her face.  "Why did you tell me that?" she asked.

"I wanted to feel the pressure," I told her.  "Why did you take
two enemas?"

"Why?  Because it was Grundy's turn."

"That was his name?"

"His love name."

"I thought you only did blowjobs."

She stared at me without responding.  Suddenly she giggled.
"What did you think of that, Willy who likes to suck cunts?"

I shook my head.  "How did you know I wouldn't jump up and slug
him?"

Her giggle subsided to a grin.  "I saw him at the living room
door, so I held up a finger.  He waited.  When I knew it was
feeling good for you, I crooked my finger."

"How did you know it was feeling good?"

"Huh!  You think I don't know how to read a dick?"

"You knew he was coming, didn't you?"

"You mean, while you were eating me?  I suspected it.  It's hard
to arrange three-ways."

"What does it feel like?"

She laughed a little.  "You have to have a cunt, Willy.  The
other half you can try with a cucumber."

I looked at my wristwatch: after eleven.  I unwound my legs from
around her and got to my feet.  "I ought to be pissed at you,
Taisy."

"What for?  This was all special.  Your regular slot is still on
for tomorrow, if you want it."

She laughed when I didn't respond.  "I know.  This is hardly the
time to ask about that, right?"

I stood looking at her.  As she had pointed out, with my balls
drained her appeal to me was strictly platonic.  But I was
curious.  "Does he only get your asshole, Taisy?"

She blinked.  "What if he does?"

"But never your cunt or your mouth, right?"

She cocked her head.  "What are you getting at, Willy?"

"But your cunt's not really hazardous, is it?  I don't think you
would've cared if I juiced it up tonight."

She regarded me speculatively as I turned to go.  "What do you
think you've figured out?" she demanded after me.

I started to say, He's either your younger brother or your son.
But what the hell!  At that moment I knew I had to have her
again.  I would always have to have her.  That's how I answered
her.  "I figured out I'm your sucker, Taisy, whatever you do."

She laughed.  "Here's to sucking!"

But this time I only left the standard payment.


END

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