spewing its hot, sticky cum down her throat. She could feel it swelling inside her mouth, acquiring new proportions, growing harder.
In the next instant the flesh-pole was spewing its hot contents down her throat. Only the first two spurts went inside her mouth, though. Then Ken yanked her head back with his one hand, seized his bucking cock with the other, and allowed the rest of his jism to splash all over her face and hair.
Lisa tried to avert her face from the jerking jets, but his viselike grip in her hair made it impossible. His spunk landed in gobs on her cheeks and forehead and chin, until, at last, the muscular contractions of his cock subsided and the last few drops trickled down over his own pumping fist.
Ken continued to stare at her with hit wild, glazed eyes while his greasy cock grew limp in his hand. Lisa trembling under his fearsome gaze, inched up hesitantly and wiped away a glob of cum that threatened to run down into her eye. For some strange reason, he laughed at this gesture and jerked her head violently to one side, throwing her to the floor.
“You’re going up to the Harris’ house Friday afternoon and you’ll do anything those two want.”
And she had gone.
And now she was sitting in the room they had ushered her into, and was wondering what they would want of her. She hadn’t met Nancy yet. Would they want a threesome? What kind of woman would Milt Harris marry?
When her bag was unpacked, she stripped and took a shower. She bathed her body from head to toe, working up large handfuls of lather from her scented soap.
Desire, she thought. Her soap-slicked hands drifted up her torso until they held her tits. To men… and especially to a man like Harris… her tits were objects of desire. The simple shapes of flesh she held in her hands, round and soft and tipped with darting coral tips, were shapes that could inflame a man and bring him pleasure.
She allowed her hands to drift sensuously down her abdomen to her hips, then to her knees and buttocks.
This flesh, too, was flesh that men desired. The lithe shape of a female leg, the tensed curve of a female buttock, the delicate interplay of muscle and bone beneath the skin of a female hip… the look of that could drive a man simply crazy with desire. She had seen it happen often enough, seen what the mere sight of her body could do to a man.
And, of course, there was her cunt. That’s what they desired most of all. But, after tonight, only Ben and Connie would have her cunt. She had decided this would be the last time, even if Ken did come after her. She would get his contract for him, and then she would leave him.
She let her thoughts drift as she stroked her glistening nudity, smoothing the lather into every glowing inch of her skin. By the time the shower was finished, her body was tinging.
After drying herself, she walked nude into the bedroom and went to the closet. She was about to take down one of her favorite dresses, a hip-hugging black sheath cut invitingly low in front, but she thought better of it. With two love-hungry people to entertain tonight, it would be wise to wear clothing she could afford to lose. They might be in a mood for dress tearing.
She picked out a sheer black nightgown, which would come off fairly easily. The material was thin enough to reveal most of her body, but she didn’t bother putting on any bra or panties. The sight of her in that gown would probably heat up both of them, and the faster they heated up, the faster they would be finished with her.
There was a tap on the door.
At first she thought he was alone. He stood in her doorway smiling, just looking at her as he had the last time he’d been with her.
“Hello, Lisa,” Milt said.
“Hello.”
“Can I come in?”
“Certainly.” She stood aside and looked around him into the hall. “Where’s your wife? I thought you wanted two at once. That was the idea of getting us up here, wasn’t it?”
“Not exactly.” He stepped through the door into the room. “I’ll bring my wife in here in just a minute. I want to talk to you a bit first.”
Lisa shut the door and stood with her back against it. Milt crossed the room and lit a cigarette.
His eyes shifted around, and Lisa got the impression that he was nervous about something, maybe even a little embarrassed.
Now what on earth was there for this man to be nervous about?
Unless the pleasures he planned for this evening were very offbeat and unusual.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry. “Well?” she said.
He glanced at her, and his eyes took in her barely concealed nudity from head to toe. He looked at every part of her body but her face.
Then he started talking, making excuses. He was rambling like a high school boy on his first day, and Lisa knew that was a bad sign. She remembered this man as being very sure of himself, and not the sort to get embarrassed over anything trivial. The way he was acting now.
She closed her eyes for a moment and saw images of painful perversion, of mad and twisted lust.
“Can I just ask, Lisa? Will you promise not to get mad if I just ask?”
“What is it?” she said without opening her eyes. There was a long silence before he could get up enough nerve to phrase the question. “Have you ever been with a woman?”
Lisa’s eyes snapped open. He was looking at her face, but his gaze dropped quickly. “Been with a woman?” she repeated.
“Yeah… you know… had love with a woman. Now, I already said I’m just asking, Lisa. I’m not accusing you of anything… I don’t want you to get insulted.”
“You mean,” Lisa said slowly, “Have I ever had a lesbian affair?”
“Yes. That’s what I mean.”
“You really want to know?” she asked. Her voice was very flat and calm.
“Well… yeah.” He shuffled his feet and still refused to look her in the eye. “That’s why I asked.”
“Very well,” she said. “The answer is yes.”
He looked up from his shoes. “Yes?”
“Yes,” Lisa said. The man had lost control of his facial expression, and the twitching movements of his features almost made her laugh. “Many times, in fact.”
“Oh.” He smiled. “Good. That’s what I wanted to know.”
“Tell me,” Lisa said. “What has that got to do with this evening?”
“Well… my wife… is kind of a man… and a woman…”
Did he mean AC-DC?
“I want to watch the two of you fuck.”
CHAPTER NINE
The woman was weird, downright strange. And the relationship she had with her husband was even stranger.
Nancy seemed unable to utter a sentence without using her husband’s name in it.
“She’s pretty, Milt.”
“She has nice tits, Milt.”
“Shall we take our clothes off now, Milt?”
“Do you want me to kiss her cunt now, Milt? Do you want me to suck her tits now, Milt?”
“Can you see all right, Milt? Do you want me to move a little so you can see better, Milt?”
And Milt, who sat alone in a chair near the corner of the bedroom where he could see everything, always seemed to answer her questions the same way.
“Yes, Nancy.”
“That would be fine, Nancy.”
