“A little more to the left, Nancy.”
Milt sat naked in the chair and directed the performance with his cock. The two-piece orchestra, consisting of Lisa and Nancy, obeyed his directions down to the smallest detail.
It went on and on. Now and then when Nancy or Lisa had exhausted themselves, the performance would stop for an intermission. Sometimes, Milt would call a momentary halt to the preceding, and they would wait until he was ready to conduct again.
During these breaks, Lisa managed to get a little sleep, but it was a light sleep, filled with lurid dreams and weird sensations. The dreams made sleeping almost as tiring as remaining awake.
And when she woke up, it was always because Nancy had received some instructions from Milt, and had begun to perform again.
Nancy was small and slender, but not actually thin. Her body was saved from true skinniness by a lithe framework of muscle, which accented her curves and planes and hollows.
Her breasts were just about the size of baseballs, and set very wide apart so there was no great cleavage. Her skin flowed from her armpit and swelled out over the hard mass of one breast, then dipped into a flat plane almost three inches before rising over the shape of the other. The two, hard hemispheres were tipped by nipples hardly any larger than a fingerprint, almost colorless little discs, with tiny thrusting points rising out of delicately pebbled flesh.
Nancy’s hair was blonde and she wore it cut short around her small head. The rest of her body was hairless.
It wasn’t simply that the hair had been removed. As the evening wore on, and as Lisa became more and more familiar with the woman, she came to the conclusion that Nancy had simply never much body hair.
This unnatural smoothness added the final touch to the woman’s strange body. She looked almost like a hairless and muscular little boy who had somehow lost the symbols of his maleness and exchanged them for a pair of rubber-ball tits.
Nancy was exciting she was lithe and skilled in the ways of pleasure.
According to Milt, Nancy was a lesbian. Also according to Milt, Nancy was his wife. It was a pretty strange combination, but not exactly unthinkable. Lisa could picture an arrangement like that. She had slept with more men than she could count and none of them had ever changed the basic arrangement of her life with Ken, except the night with Ben and Connie.
At one point, Lisa found one of Nancy’s hard little mounds offered to her, and took it quickly, caressing the nipple hard. The woman was just as cool there as her kiss had been. The flesh was firm and resilient and wonderfully rigid where Lisa touched it, but quite tasteless. While her mouth busied itself, Lisa’s free hand roamed Nancy’s body until she was holding the other breast full in her palm. The shape was exciting; the firmness of it was fascinating in her fingers; the thrust of the pale tip reminded Lisa of past loves and past excitements.
But there was no excitement for her in this moment.
At Milt’s enthusiastic direction, Nancy moved her hands down along Lisa’s body, feeling her breasts and hips, working the soft flesh methodically in her strong fingers. Lisa felt those fingers on her legs, taking possession of her. Nancy’s hands scooped down underneath to grab hard at Lisa’s buttocks.
Milt was watching it all. Lisa knew this even if she couldn’t see him. Every time she opened her eyes, all she saw was Nancy’s trim figure poised high, the woman was kneeling on the bed beside her, and bending with total concentration over Lisa. Milt was watching every move, and he had one hell of a good view. Nancy had moved Lisa around with her hands and now Lisa’s cunt was aimed straight at Milt’s fascinated face.
Lisa tried to play along with the game. She put out her hands and stroked Nancy’s buttocks, letting her fingers drift lightly around the tight globes, along the hollowed sides. She explored her body intensely, looking for some kind of pleasure. After all, wasn’t Nancy a woman? Didn’t she had everything a woman should have? And didn’t Lisa get her principal pleasure in life from handling and being handled, kissing and being kissed, loving and being loved by a woman?
She couldn’t find a thing. There was no warmth, no electricity, no sign of excitement or life, nothing but cold.
Milt was saying something. Nancy was moving her body dutifully. The smooth buttocks flexed and slid out of Lisa’s fingers. She opened her eyes and saw Nancy flexing as she moved to get her balance then lifted one round leg and settled her cunt.
Lisa knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes. Only a few minutes before her fingers had discovered Nancy, and that repelling memory was still vivid in her mind.
Nancy’s cunt lips, the same ones which had felt so alien and fishlike against Lisa’s lips, now formed themselves into a kiss. Nancy’s hands were clutching Lisa’s buttocks again, lifting her with surprising strength. Lisa felt the brush of Nancy’s blonde hair along her legs, then felt the woman’s ears settle against the flesh of her thighs.
Then Lisa felt the kiss. Bloodless and cold, like the kiss of a zombie, even in the midst of the most intimate moment two women could share.
Milt was talking again. “Now make her come, Nancy.”
As if she were a robot, Nancy moved over Lisa’s body. Her fingers fanned out, so that one touched the tight entrance to Lisa’s asshole, and the middle two lay on her soft cuntal lips.
Lisa sucked in her breath as a forefinger slipped between the tops of her thighs and touched the little roll of clit skin there. Her throbbing little clit stiffened at once. Lisa’s mouth opened as her stomach fluttered, dipped in, pushed out, the muscles beneath the smooth flesh falling within the control of the other woman’s moving fingers. They were very white against the dark thicket of Lisa’s pubic hair.
Those fingers toyed there, rolling and pushing, making her clitoral erection slip back and forth beneath the pressure of Nancy’s touch. Standing there, watching the two naked women, Milt saw Nancy smile. Lisa smiled in return. Her eyes were starting to gaze.
But the smile left her face in a rush and her nostrils flared as she gasped.
Her hips came alive, moving. Her buttocks rolled on the bed as if controlled from outside her. They were no longer in her control. Her mouth wouldn’t close. Her staring, misty eyes did not want to remain open. She tossed her head. Black hair whipped and flailed around it.
Milt saw her all-over flush as heat mounted in her, rising up into her belly. Nancy’s hand and clever fingers moved on. Lisa writhed. She could no longer see, no longer hear.
Again it came in soft waves that flooded her cunt and turned her belly into an inferno.
“Oh, damn, oh, damn! Nancy, I’m commmmiinnngggg! Oh, God, I’m COMING!”
Arms outspread and face red and sweating, Lisa gasped and moaned. And when the waves had risen to their highest point and were lapping, lapping away, she convulsed. Nancy ceased her attentions to the other woman’s clitoris and spread her hand wide again, listening to her ecstatic screams.
Suddenly she jerked to a sitting position on the bed and threw her arms around Lisa. Nancy’s mouth rushed down onto the tip of one big naked breast. Milt frowned, watching Lisa stiffen and jerk. She emitted a pained little cry. Nancy was biting her nipple.
“Now, Nancy, get up on your knees and stick your ass out and ready while I strap the darling leather cock on Lisa,” Milt said, “so she can fuck the shit out of your ass.”
“No! It’s too big, Milt,” Nancy gasped. “Please, I don’t want to.”
“But you will,” he said, handing a gigantic, ribbed leather dildo to Lisa. “Here, put this on and fuck her with it!”
“I won’t do it,” Lisa said.
“Yes, you will,” Milt replied, a grainy insistence in his voice.
“The hell I will!”
“Then I’ll have Nancy fuck you with this phony cock. It makes no difference to me. I just like to watch.”
“Yes… that’s it, Milt. Let me fuck her ass with that big dick,” Nancy begged.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Nancy, honey? You’d really tear up her asshole for me to watch?”
“Oh, yes… yes!” Nancy said, grabbing the dildo from him.
“No!” Lisa said, struggling to free herself from Milt’s viselike grip on her shoulders. “You fucking perverts can’t.”
“Oh yes we can,” he hissed. “And you will. You think you and your husband can con me? I know your game.
