could see you, see what a loyal friend he has.»
«Why don't you tell him?» says I one day.
«He wouldn't believe me, the simp. He'd think I was trying to make him jealous.»
I would ask her to prepare the bath for me. She would pretend to demur but she would do it just the same. One day, while I was seated in the tub soaping myself, I noticed that she had forgotten the towels. «Ida,» I called, «bring me some towels!» She walked into the bathroom and handed me them. She had on a silk bathrobe and a pair of silk hose. As she stooped over the tub to put the towels on the rack her bathrobe slid open. I slid to my knees and buried my head in her muff. It happened so quickly that she didn't have time to rebel, or even to pretend to rebel. In a moment I had her in the tub, stockings and all. I slipped the bathrobe off and threw it on the floor. I left the stockings on—it made her more lascivious looking, more the Cranach type. I lay back and pulled her on top of me. She was just like a bitch in heat, biting me all over, panting, gasping, wriggling like a worm on the hook. As we were drying ourselves she bent over and began nibbling at my prick. I sat on the edge of the tub and she kneeled at my feet gobbling it. After a while I made her stand up, bend over; then I let her have it from the rear. She had a small juicy cunt which fitted me like a glove. I bit the nape of her neck, the lobes of her ears, the sensitive spot on her shoulder, and as I pulled away I left the mark of my teeth on her beautiful white ass. Not a word spoken. When we had finished she went to her room and began dressing. I heard her humming softly to herself. I was quite amazed that she was capable of expressing her tenderness that way.
From that day on she only waited for Woodruff to go in order to throw herself on me.
«Aren't you afraid he might come back unexpectedly and find you in bed with me?» I asked once.
«He wouldn't believe his eyes. He'd think we were fooling.»
«He wouldn't think we were fooling if he felt this,» and I gave her a jolt that made her gasp.
«God, if he only knew how to take me! He's too eager. He takes it out like a broomstick and shoves it in before I've had a chance to feel anything. I just lie there and let him work it off—it's over in a jiffy. But with you I get hot before you even touch me. It's because you don't care, I suppose. You don't really like me, do you?»
«I like
«You dog,» she said. «I ought to hate you for that.»
«Why don't you hate me, then?»
«Oh, don't talk about it,» she murmured cuddling closer and working herself up to a lather. «Just keep it there and hold me tight. Here, bite my breast... not too hard...
«Go on, do it, do it!» she muttered, her eyes rolling, her breath coming short.
A little later, at lunch: «Do you have to run off now? Can't you stay a little longer?»
«You want another crack at it, is that it?»
«Can't you put it more delicately? God, if Bill ever heard you say that!»
I got up and pushed her chair back. I took her leg and swung it over the arm of the chair.
«You never wear any undies, do you? You're a slut, do you know it?»
I pulled her dress up and made her sit that way while I finished my coffee.
«Play with it a bit while I finish this.»
«You're filthy,» she said, but she did as I told her.
«Take your two fingers and open it up. I like the color of it. It's like coral inside. Just like your ears. You say he's got a terrific wang, Bill. I don't know how he ever gets it in there.» With this I reached for a candle on the dresser at my side and I handed it to her.
«Let's see if you can get it in all the way.»
She spread the other leg over the other arm of the chair and began to work it in. She was looking at herself intently, her lips parted as if on the verge of an orgasm. She began to move back and forth, then rolled her ass around. I pushed her chair back farther, got down on my knees, and watched.
«You can make me do anything, you dirty devil.»
«You like it, don't you?»
She was on the point of coming off. I pulled the candle out and slipped three fingers inside her twat.
«Is it big enough for you?» She pulled my head close and bit my lips.
I stood up and unbuttoned my fly. In a jiffy she had it out and in her mouth. Gobble, gobble, like a hungry buzzard. I came in her mouth.
«God,» she said, choking and sputtering, «I never did that before.» She ran to the bathroom, as if she had swallowed poison.
I went inside and flung myself on the bed. I lit a cigarette and waited for her to join me. I knew it was going to be a long drawn-out affair.
She came back in the silk bathrobe, nothing underneath. «Take your things off,» she said, pulling back the covers and diving in. We lay there fondling each other, her cunt sopping wet.
«You smell wonderful,» I said. «What did you do?»
She pulled my hand away and put it to my nostrils.
«Not bad,» I said, «what is it?»
«Guess!»
She got up impulsively, went to the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of perfume. She spilt some into her hand and rubbed my genitals with it; then she sprinkled a few drops on the pubic hairs. It stung like fire. I grabbed the bottle and soused her with it all over, from head to foot. Then I began licking her arm-pits, chewed the hair over her cunt, and slid my tongue like a snake down the curve of her thighs. She bobbed up and down as if she were having convulsions. It went on like this until I had such an erection that even after I shot a wad into her it stayed up like a hammer. That excited her terribly. She wanted to try all sorts of positions and she did. 'She had several orgasms in succession and almost fainted in the process. I laid her on a small table and when she was on 'the verge of exploding I picked her up and walked around the room with her; then I took it out and made her walk on her hands, holding her by the thighs, letting it slip out now and then to excite her still more.
Her lips were chewed to a frazzle and she was full of marks, some green, some blue. I had a strange taste in my mouth, of fish glue and Chanel 976 Ѕ. My cock looked like a bruised rubber hose; it hung between my legs, extended an inch or two beyond its normal length and swollen beyond recognition. When I got to the street I felt weak in the knees. I went to the drug store and swallowed a couple of malted milks. A royal bit of fucking, thought I to myself, wondering how I'd act when I met Woodruff again.
Things happened to Woodruff in quick succession. First of all he lost his job at the bank. Then Ida ran off with one of his best friends. When he discovered that she had been sleeping with the fellow for a year before she ran off, he grew so despondent that he went on a bat which lasted for a year. After that he was knocked down by a car and his brain trepanned. Then his sister went crazy, setting fire to the house and burning her own children alive.
He couldn't understand why these things should happen to him, Bill Woodruff, who had never done anybody any harm.
Now and then I would run into him on Broadway and we would have a little chat standing on a street corner. He never gave any hint that he suspected me of having tinkered with his beloved Ida. He spoke of her bitterly now, as a thankless slut who had never showed a spark of feeling. But it was evident he still loved her. However, he had taken up with another girl, a manicurist, not so attractive as Ida, but loyal and trustworthy, as he put it. «I want you to meet her some time,» said he. I promised I would—some time. And then, as I was parting from him, I said: «What did become of Ida, do you know?»
«She's on the stage,» he said. «Where she belongs, I guess. They must have taken her on her looks— she never had any talent that I could see.»
