in position. «Couldn't you do something too?» she said to Maude, sitting bolt upright. «I have an idea...» and she sprang off the table and threw the blanket on the floor and the pillow after it. It didn't take her long to figure out an interesting configuration.
Maude was stretched out on her back, Elsie squatting over her on bent knees, her head facing Maude's feet but the mouth glued to Maude's crack. I was on my knees, giving it to Elsie from behind. Maude was playing with my balls, “a light, delicate manipulation with the finger-tips. I could feel Maude squirming around as Elsie licked her furiously and avidly. There was a weird pale light playing over the room and the taste of cunt in my mouth. I had one of those final erections which threaten never to break. Now and then I took it out and, pushing Elsie forward, I sank down farther and offered it to Maude's nimble tongue. Then I would sink it in again and Elsie would squirm like mad and bury her nozzle in Maude's crotch, shaking her head like a terrier. Finally I pulled out and pushing Elsie aside I fell on Maude and buried it in her with a vengeance. «Do it, do it!» she begged, as if she were waiting for the axe. Again I felt Elsie's tongue on my balls. Then Maude came, like a star bursting, with a volley of half-finished words and phrases rippling off her tongue. I pulled away, still stiff as a poker, fearful now that I would never come again, and groped for Elsie. She was terribly gooey, and her mouth was just like a cunt now. «Do you want it?» I said, shoving it around inside her like a drunken fiend. «Go on, fuck, fuck!» she cried, slinging her legs up over my shoulders and dragging her bottom closer. «Give it to me, give it to me, you bugger!» She was almost yelling now. «Yes, I'll fuck you... I'll fuck you!» and she squirmed and writhed and twisted and bit and clawed me.
«Oh, oh! Don't. Please don't. It hurts!» she yelled.
«Shut up, you bitch you!» I said. «It hurts, does it? You wanted it, didn't you?» I held her tightly, raised myself a little higher to get it in to the hilt, and pushed until I thought her womb would give way. Then I came— right into that snail-like mouth which was wide open. She went into a convulsion, delirious with joy and pain. Then her legs slid off my shoulders and fell to the floor with a thud. She lay there like a dead one, completely fucked out.
«Jesus,» I said, standing astraddle over her, and the sperm still coming out, dropping on her breast, her face, her hair, «Jesus Christ, I'm exhausted. I'm fucked out, do you know that?» I addressed myself to the room.
Maude was lighting a candle. «It's getting late,» she said.
«I'm not going home,» I said. «I'm going to sleep here.»
«You are?» said Maude, an irrepressible thrill creeping into her voice.
«Yes, I can't go back in this condition, can I? Jesus, I'm groggy and boozy and woozy.» I flopped on to a chair. «Give me a drop of that cognac, will you, I need a bracer.»
She poured out a good stiff one and held it to my lips, as if she were giving me medicine. Elsie had risen to her feet, a bit wobbly and lurchy. «Give me one too,» she begged. «What a night! We ought to do this again some time.»
«Yeah, to-morrow,» I said.
«It was a wonderful performance,» she said, stroking my dome. «I never thought you were like that.... You almost killed me, do you know it?»
«You'd better take a douche,»-said Maude.
«I guess so,» Elsie sighed. «I don't seem to give a damn. If I'm caught I'm caught.»
«Go on in there, Elsie,» I said. «Don't be a damned fool.»
«I'm too tired,» said Elsie.
Wait a minute,» said I. «I want to have a look at you before you go in there.» I made her climb on the table and open her legs wide. With the glass in one hand I pried her cunt open with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. The sperm was still oozing out.
«It's a beautiful cunt, Elsie.»
Maude took a good look at it too. «Kiss it,» I said, gently pushing her nose into Elsie's bush.
I sat there, watching Maude nibble away at Elsie's cunt. «It feels good,» Elsie was saying. «Awfully good.» She moved like a belly dancer tied to the floor. Maude's ass was sticking out temptingly. In spite of the fatigue my prick began to swell again. It stiffened like a blood-pudding. I got behind Maude and slipped it in. She spun her ass around and around, with just the tip of it in. Elsie was now contorting herself with pleasure; she had her finger in her mouth, and was biting the knuckle. We went on like this for several minutes, until Elsie had an orgasm. Then we disengaged ourselves and looked at one another as though we had never seen each other before. We were dazed.
«I'm going to bed,» I said, determined to make an end of it. I started for the next room, thinking to lie on the couch.
««You can stay with me,» said Maude, holding me by the arm. «Why not?» she said, seeing the surprised look in my eyes.
«Yes,» said Elsie, «why not? Maybe I'll go to bed with you too. Would you let me?» she asked Maude point blank. «I won't bother you, she added. «I just hate to leave you now.»
«But what will your folks say?» said Maude.
«They won't know that Henry stayed, will they?»
«No, of course not!» said Maude, a little frightened at the thought.
«And Melanie?» I said.
«Oh, she leaves early in the morning. She has a job now.»
Suddenly I wondered what the devil I would say to Mona. I was almost panic-stricken.
«I think I ought to phone home,» I said.
«Oh, not now,» said Elsie coaxingly. «It's so late.... Wait.»
We hid the bottles away, piled the dishes up in the sink, and took the phonograph upstairs with us. It was just as well that Melanie shouldn't suspect too much. We tip-toed through the hall and up the stairs, our arms loaded.
I lay between the two of them, a hand on either cunt. They lay quietly for a long while, sound asleep I thought. I was too tired to sleep. I lay with eyes wide open, staring up into the darkness. Finally I turned over on my side. Towards Maude. Instantly she turned towards me, putting her arms around me and glueing her lips to mine. Then she removed them and placed them to my ear. «I love you,» she whispered faintly. I made no answer. «Did you hear?» she whispered. «I love you!» I pressed her close and put my hand between her legs. Just then I felt Elsie turning round, cuddling up to me spoon fashion. I felt her hand crawling between my legs, squeezing my balls. She had her lips against my neck and was kissing me softly, warmly, with wet, cool lips.
After a time I turned back to a prone position. Elsie did the same. I closed my eyes, tried to summon sleep. It was impossible. The bed felt deliciously soft, the bodies beside me were soft and clinging, and the odor of hair and sex was in my nostrils. From the garden came the heavy fragrance of rain-soaked earth. It was strange, soothingly strange, to be back in this big bed, the marital bed, with a third person beside us, and the three of us enveloped in frank, sensual lust. It was too good to be true. I expected the door to be flung open any moment and an accusing voice scream: «Get out of there, you brazen creatures!» But there was only the silence of the night, the blackness, the heavy, sensual odors of earth and sex.
When I shifted again it was towards Elsie. She was waiting for me, eager to press her cunt against me, slip her thick, taut tongue down my throat.
«Is she asleep?» she whispered. «Do it once more,» she begged.
I lay motionless, my cock limp, my arm drooping over her waist.
«Not now,» I whispered. «In the morning maybe.»
«No, now!» she begged. My prick was curled up in her hand like a dead snail. «Please, please,» she whispered, «I want it. Just one more fuck, Henry.»
«Let him sleep,» said Maude, snuggling up. Her voice sounded as if she were drugged.
«All right» said Elsie, patting Maude's arm. Then, after a few moments of silence, her lips pressed against my ear, she whispered slowly, allowing a pause between each word: «When she falls asleep, yes?» I nodded. Suddenly I felt that I was dropping off. «Thank God,» I said to myself.
There was a blank, a long blank, it seemed to me, during which I was completely out. I awakened gradually, dimly conscious that my prick was in Elsie's mouth. I ran my hand over her head and stroked her back. She put her hand up and placed her fingers over my mouth, as if to warn me not to protest. A useless warning because, curiously enough, I had awakened with a full knowledge of what was coming. My prick was already responding to Elsie's labial caresses. It was a new prick; it seemed thinner, longer, pointed—a dog-like prick. And it had life in it,
