(Based on a story that was in mimeograph circulation, under the counter,
New York City in the early'60s)
One
The night I met Steve I knew there was something special about him I liked. "I just about always get what I'm after," he'd said with a smile. "Sometimes I have to work hard for it, but I get it."
I don't remember how I happened to stop into the bar after work, unless it was that Lil and I hadn't been hitting it off too well. After a year of marriage I guess the honeymoon was wearing off a little. Not that Lil wasn't damn good in bed; and she loved my big dick. A few times lately I'd gotten the idea she was imagining someone else on top of her.
I was thinking, too, how it would be with someone new. I still loved Lil, but what the hell...
So I was talking to this guy, Steve, and after a few beers we were slinging the shit like a couple of old buddies. He was the one that brought up dames, and the stories he told made me wish I were single again.
We swapped experiences, including some of my rougher sessions from my Navy days, but finally I just listened. I wouldn't have believed half the stuff he told me except for the way he had of looking straight into my eyes while he talked. His enthusiasm was so apparent I got the impression he enjoyed talking about it as much as he'd enjoyed doing it.
I finally got around to the trouble I'd been having with Lil, and he laughed. "Doesn't sound too serious to me," he said. "Maybe just a hangover from too much of a good thing. Maybe you just need a little variety."
I happened to notice it was after eight. I telephoned Lil to say I'd be home for dinner in a few minutes, and on an impulse I asked if there was enough for three. She agreed right off, and I was a little surprised, knowing how reserved she usually
Two
We got home and she didn't say anything about how late it was, and she had on one of her prettiest housedresses. She seemed to warm up to Steve immediately. I was surprised; she usually doesn't warm up to strangers. He turned on the charm and in no time we were carried away with his stories of drifting around the country, lumber jacking up North, ranching in the Southwest, on a construction crew in San Francisco. I even caught Lil admiring his physique. He had his sleeves rolled up and his arms were tremendous. At nineteen and six foot two, he had at least three inches on me in height; it was hard to believe he was only a year older; he just seemed to dominate the space around him.
After supper I got out the scotch and we sat talking while Lil did the dishes. "You're a lucky bastard," he said as soon as we were alone. "Man, what a hot lady she must be!"
He launched into the details of a summer he'd spent lumberjacking, which got me hot as hell. Seems he'd been slipping it regularly to a teen-age cunt, as he put it, when her Mother and sister walked in on them. It must have been a set-up, he said, 'cause the Mother just smiled and said, "There must be enough there to satisfy all of us." And for the rest of the summer he'd kept all three of 'em humming.
"But I'd give up all that for a setup like what you two have here," he said, as Lil came back in.
"That sounds a little strange coming from a rolling stone like you," Lil laughed, "Don't tell me you're thinking of settling down." She poured herself a beer and sat down.
"As a matter of fact," Steve said, "I've been thinking of it. Maybe I should settle down, get a real job and stay in one place awhile.
I knew he didn't have much money or a place to stay; I was going to ask him if he'd like to spend the night when Lil spoke up, "How about working around here for awhile? We could use help. There are a million things that need fixing around here. It would give you time to look for the job you really want."
That surprised me. She's usually reserved and quiet, almost shy. She even wears quiet clothes. Tries to play down her knockout body; I'd had to teach her how to enjoy her body.
I could understand Steve's coming on to Lil, but what bothered me some was the way she warmed up to him. I caught myself thinking what a great couple they'd make, and that really scared me. I'd always been so bothered when other guys looked at her too long. I could tell what they'd be thinking and I didn't like it
We talked and drank until it must have been two in the morning. I don't know if it was the scotch or what; but I got to feeling real loose. Steve and Lil were getting chummier and she encouraged him to talk about himself, and he just naturally wanted to talk about sex. He told us about some girl named Alice, who, when he was fifteen, "turned me from a jackrabbit into a man," as he put it. Of course Lil had to have the details.
"She trained me to go slow and steady, holding back the whole way, until she was ready to get off," Steve grinned. "We'd go at it for hours, and then she had a way of turning me again so a few minutes after she'd got it, I was ready to go again."
The talk didn't bother me; it just turned me on. I couldn't be sore at Lil; there was just something infectious in his manner. He was so relaxed and open.
The two of them were getting fired up. Lil had that dewy-eyed expression she gets when she wants to get fucked, and she was turning it on Steve full blast. For a crazy moment I wondered how, with all his experience, Steve would go about satisfying her.
Then I noticed his eyes, which had been lowered in one of his long, sexy stares, were closed. His head slumped onto his chest and he was out. I was pretty high myself, but I opened up the closet and got out the army cot for him to sleep on.
"I'll make it up, Bill," Lil said, giving me an off center kiss. "You undress him."
There wasn't much to it. He was out like a light. I was careless pulling off his boots, shirt and jeans, and I tried to rouse him as he slouched on the chair. It was no use.
I turned to Lil and said, "Give me a hand, hon, and we'll move him to the cot."
I took his arms, she took his legs and we lifted him onto the cot. His shorts caught on the edge and ripped open, but finally he was more or less put to bed. Lil paused a moment to stare at his body. The ripped shorts left him completely exposed. She stared at his big piece of meat for a moment and turned to me, "Darling," she murmured, "I want you to fuck me - especially hard tonight."
Three
She couldn't get enough, moaning every time I shoved it into her, whimpering every time I pulled it out. I brought her up to the edge time and again, nearly coming myself, and then pulling out to cool off before going at it again. She had her legs wrapped around my back, begging for more.
I fucked her like this for about half an hour. My nuts were aching to shoot. I pulled her up on her knees, doggy style, the way she likes it best, teasing her cunt with the head of my dick. I slid into her, holding back all the way. She shoved back on me hard and I built up my speed slowly, reaching around to pinch her nipples. She was frenzied.
"Fuck me with that horse's dick of yours," she moaned. It was a code phrase she used when she was getting ready to come.
A crash came from the other room. We froze in mid-stroke, as Steve appeared in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The remains of his torn shorts slid down one leg, and his big dick stuck out about a foot. His whole frame showed in the shaft of light from the bedroom as he yawned and stretched. He looked down, and made a useless attempt to cover himself.
"Hey, what happened to the shorts..." he started to say.
Lil recovered first; jumping off the bed, leaving me kneeling there with my dick dripping strands of fuckjuice.
"They got torn on the cot," she said, her breasts bouncing around as she rummaged in the dresser. "I'll get you a pair of Bill's." She pulled out a couple pair of old briefs, and slipped into some pajama tops which sort of restored her modesty. I climbed off the bed and pulled on the briefs.
Steve pulled on the shorts "I knew there was a crack in that old cot," she laughed, "and Steve's just too big a guy not to break it." The shorts were too small on him, worn thin, but at least we could all pretend we were decent.
While she was out of the room he said," Jeez, man, I didn't mean to break up your party."
"Don't worry about it," I grinned, "it'll just be hotter when we get back to it"
Pretty soon we were sitting in the living room again, Steve and I passing the brandy back and forth, Lil drinking a beer. She claimed brandy was too strong for her, but I had learned she could get a good buzz going on just beer.
"That's the first thing I'll fix tomorrow." He said with his big grin, "and I don't mind the couch. Hell, I've slept in some pretty strange places..." and he was off on another long story. Pretty soon he and Lil were laughing together like old friends, and I managed to join in some.
There was an ache in my nuts from the delayed orgasm, and I could feel the head of my dick sticking to my shorts as it dried.
I was sprawled in the easy chair, facing Steve. Lil sat on the arm of the chair, and I began stroking her ass. She drew him back into tales of his exploits, like the one involving a hammock and a lady contortionist. She was idly fondling the button on her pajama tops. I knew the fabric was nearly transparent, and Steve was obviously feasting on the view of her breasts, and her creamy thighs astride the arm of the chair.
He spread his legs and slid lower in the chair. I could have reached out and touched him at the waist. He threw a leg over the arm of the chair and pulled at the pouch of the shorts, stretching the fabric. His balls slipped out and hung there in plain sight, the size of golf balls, dusted with red hair. His dick stretched sideways to his hip, the fabric transparent from the juice he was oozing.
Lil kept shifting her butt on the chair, fiddling with the button on her pajama top. I continued stroking her ass as she pumped him for all the steamy details of his exploits. I was raising a hardon again and I didn't care that Steve was watching.
He slouched further, running his hand through the coppery hair on his chest. His nipples were standing erect on the mounds of his chest.
He pushed his dick down into the shorts a couple of times, but it was too hard to stay sideways. Pretty soon it was standing straight up, the fat head of it and then some above the waistband, the foreskin retracted a little, the wet glans dark red. He ran his hands across his chest and nipples and a wad of nectar burped out of the pisshole and dribbled down, wetting the fabric to transparency. The shorts were useless, with his nuts hanging out a leg opening and half his dick sticking out the top.
Lil was breathing hard, and the button she was fingering finally let go. He grinned as her pajama tops opened and there it all was: rigid nipples and wet snatch - the whole show in full view. I figured, well, if she's going to act like a slut, I'll treat her like one.
