Paganini's Tale, Chapter 20

   The lips of Alice's cunt throbbed. Her clit felt like a
pencil eraser rubbed down to the nub. As she picked up socks,
shirts, blouses, and the other dirty laundry littering their
bedroom, Alice squeezed her legs together when she got the
chance. In the background she could hear the bathwater running
hot and steamy. Her body ached for the salve of a long bath.
   She couldn't get rid of the smile that kept creeping up to
the corners of her mouth, whenever she thought back over the
afternoon's encounter. In Sears, no less! And that stockboy, or
whatever, Danny, with his strong lean cock, as much a surprise
for him as for her. She remembered the feel of his cock
slipping inside her and smiled again.
   The laundry was piled onto the basket; she turned off the
bathwater and tested the temperature, stroking the rippled
surface with the tips of her fingers. She felt luxurious: the
bath oils smelled like a garden of soft ferns. The towel
awaiting her was large and thick. And the water was... just a
little too hot.
   <Like maybe I am,> she thought, and grinned at herself in the
full-length mirror. Then she faced herself, legs spread as if
braced against the center of the earth. First she unsnapped
skirt fasteners and unwrapped her hips. She wore no underwear.
Then she unbuttoned her white blouse in a slow striptease. Bits
of lace began to show, and she pulled the tails of her blouse
down, tightening the fabric against her soft-brassiered
breasts. Nipples poked through enough to show.
   The white cloth slipped off her smooth shoulders, and gently,
gently, she withdrew her hand from the sleeve, relishing the
lines of her arms and torso. The other sleeve, and then a
cross-armed pulling off of her bra, fast enough to set her jugs
bouncing. She stared at herself, as she had before, appraising,
criticizing.
   But this time she could see herself with a new eye. There was
compaction there. She could see the sex lines to her body.
Those curves that move toward tits and cunt  like roads to
Rome.
   Nature had sculpted her body for fucking--solid, wide-tipped
tits, ample hips, slim waist, tight thighs. Full lips, still
pouting slightly from the reaming of the afternoon.
   She pulled her hands up her belly to her chest, cupping each
breast in a hand, offering them to herself in the mirror. She
posed for herself: one round moon out, looking over her
shoulder, one hand between her legs. Then a falsely demure
Betty Grable pose. Then a raunchy movie pose, one hand on her
snatch, one pinching her nipple hard, and her mouth a sensuous
pout of lips wanting to taste cock.
   The temperature of the water was just right now, and so she
stepped into it, wincing at the delicious heat. Then gradually
lowered herself, feeling the searing of her buttocks, the sharp
jab with the water reached her asshole, then her chafed cunt,
and finally her sensitized clit... then on up her stomach and
and back as she reclined against the gold back of the tub.
   The phone rang. She sighed, and let it ring. She already knew
Larry was going to be late, and if was going to be later, that
would be okay. So she didn't need to answer the phone. Anybody
else would call back sooner or later....
      She sank down even further into the water listening to
the third ring: and then she remembered--it might be her lover
calling with an assignation. She sat bolt upright, water
streaming from her skin. Fourth ring. She stepped out of the
bath, gathered the towel around her as she moved to the door.
Fifth ring. She might make it by seven, and she might not--she
rushed through the utility room, then through the living room,
heading toward the bedroom, sixth ring, and she grabbed it just
before the seventh ring would have rung.
   "Hello!" she nearly yelled into the receiver.
   "Six and a half rings," his voice purred. She had been right.
"You shouldn't keep me waiting that long."
   "I'm... " she stopped herself. "I was in the bathtub."
   "Ah, so you're naked, then."
   "Well... yes. Yes," she repeated, "I'm naked."
   "Is your hand between your legs?"
   "It is now."
   "Push your middle finger in between those luscious cunt lips
of yours. Move it around slowly."
   "I'm doing that now. Yes, it feels good. I wish it was your
cock."
   "What would you be doing with my cock?"
   "I'd be riding it, feeling it split my cuntlips apart,
rubbing my hot clit, fucking it hard...."
   "Now pinch one nipple with the other hand, hard. I have bound
you over a chair, you are held fast, but your hands are free. I
fuck your tight cunt while your squeeze and pull your tits.
Your snatch quivers around my pulsing cock, and then you see a
cock in front of you, manmeat waiting for you to suck. Your
mouth opens, and you ensnare its head between your lips. Suck
on it, babe, suck that cock. There are more waiting for you to
suck, all shapes and sizes, all cocks for you to suck and fuck
and stroke and squeeze. Suck that cock, my beautiful slut, and
fuck back at me as I shove into you. Yes, fuck back, fuck me,
you sweet bitch, ripple that cunt of yours."
   Alice was moaning in response to his commands, his fantasy,
as her fingers shoved into her cunt, pinched her nipple and
kneaded her tit. She imagined the parade of cocks lining up for
her, as many to fuck as she could have, could want, could suck
and fuck to complete satiety.
   She imagined their taste, their feel, and felt her own
fingers stretching out her lips, and began groaning in earnest,
finally oblivious to anything he was saying, just consumed by
the fantasy she was creating, by the power of her arousal. She
came with a wrenching sob, dropping the phone, dropping to her
knees, pulling up against her pubic bone with her full hand,
clutching at her jug like she was crushing an orange. She
tipped over to lay her head on the bed. She caught her breath
there, face on the bedcover, and then picked up the phone.
   "I'm back," she said.
   "Good. If you want three cocks in you, then wear your black
pumps with the brass buckles tomorrow. If you want three cocks
in you, then the next day, at noon, you will arrive at the Bill
Bateman Dance Studio, 2400 S. 53rd, at noon. You will open the
door and undress. Lay yourself over the small low bench which
will be set up in the middle of one of the rooms.
   "Do not turn on any more lights than are on when you arrive.
Once you have laid yourself over it, head and cunt hanging over
the ends, you must tie the bonds I leave for you to your
wrists. I will then enter behind you and tie your arms under
the bench. I will ask you, before I tie you down, if that is
what you want. If you tell me you want three cocks inside of
you, then we will proceed. 2400 S. 53rd. Noon day after
tomorrow. Have a pleasant bath. Treat that sweet cunt gently."
   With that he hung up the phone. Alice, still on her knees
leaning against the bed, laughed at the dead receiver. Still
tingling with her orgasm, chilled from the cold air on drop-
dappled skin, and holding the phone while his words
reverberated inside her. <Three cocks inside me," she thought.
"I've had that fantasy for too long to not let it come true.>

   Alice returned to her bath and soaked in perfumed splendor
for fifteen minutes, then arose and put the casserole in the
oven to heat while she dressed. She had on her brassiere and
panties when she heard Larry's car drive up. She put on her
blue silk robe and loosely tighed it with the sash, then went
to the door to greet him.
   "I didn't expect you home so soon," she said as she kissed
him hello. "When you say late usually you mean late. But you're
in luck. Dinner's almost ready. I wasn't hungry, so I haven't
eaten either."
   Larry smiled a he tightened his arms around his wife. "Good.
I'm sure hungry."
   Larry made drinks while they chatted about nothing: the same
old things at the office, some minor updates on office gossip,
and the like. Alice noticed while they talked that Larry's eyes
were on the opening of her robe where her cleavage showed, and
to the flash of thigh that the robe showed when she moved.
Alice began to subtly chanage how she moved and sat to give him
a better eyeful.
   A slight bulge began to appear in his pants. She smiled,
pleased with the power of her body to arouse. Their
conversation meandered, until she brought the undercurrent of
sexuality out into the open. "I love watching your cock get
full behind your zipper," she said, shocking even herself.
   Larry looked embarassed, and almost turned his hips away from
her, but then checked himself and brought himself around to
face her fully. He took a breath. "And I love watching your
tits bounce under that silk. You're a babe, you know that?"
   He moved toward the sofa she was sitting on. "I also love the
way we've been, lately, with each other. I mean...."
   The pause almost became awkward, but she saved it for him,
afraid that if it got uncomfortable, they would get embarassed,
and fall back on the old safe ways. And those safe ways looked
too much like grey clouds for her to allow that. "I know what
you mean," she said, "I'm glad too. It's so... so erotic to
talk about it directly."
   He smiled. "Talk about <what> directly?"
   She smiled back, seeing what he was doing, and playing right
back to him. "Talking about fucking, and bodies, and cocks, and
cunts."
   "Plural?" he asked, tauntingly.
   "How hot do you want me to be?"
   "As hot as you are."
   "I'm real hot. I have thoughts that are whorish and crude. I
feel like a slut sometimes just for thinking them."
   He was close beside her, and he slid his hand beneath the
blue silk; her skin was more smooth than the fabric, and her
tit felt heavy in his hand.
   "You can't shock me," he murmured. "You have no idea how many
crude thoughts I have. And I'll tell them to you if you tell me
yours."
   She leaned back, taking a deep breath to push her breast into
his hand. "I love it when you touch me like you want me. Like
I'm a woman, rather than your wife. Pinch my nipples, just a
little. Yes, like that, oooh, that sends hot flashes through
me."
      Her hands caressed his shoulders, his chest; snuck
between his buttons to play with his chest hair. Then her
fingers moved down, and pushed behind his belt. Her nails made
the soft flesh above his pubes shrink and shudder. His cock
thrust painfully against his pants.
   "I'm going to suck you off," Alice said to him, moving down
off the couch to kneel between his legs. "and I want you to
tell me the dirty things you think about. Then I want you to
suck me off and I'll do the same." She was unzipping him, and
he nodded, amazed to see Alice, pretty, chaste Alice between
his legs leering at the cock bulging beneath the white cotton
underwear.
   "Yess... yes, I'll tell you, I'll tell you a few of the dirty
things I think. But get those lips around my shaft before I
chicken out. Suck on me, baby, mouth my cock."
   She pulled the manmeat out, gasping at the tautness of his
lovemuscle. "Oh, Larry, you're so hard, I can see the veins
pulsing. I love this cock. I've always loved it, but I could
never tell you." She lapped up at it, her tongue broad and wet,
from the root up to the purple tip.
   Suddenly Larry realized that he hadn't showered since
screwing the Duchess at Jackrabbit's back room. His cock, no
doubt, was coated with the dried cream of that fuck. Alice
would taste it, could probably smell it even now, and there was
nothing he could do about it. He certainly couldn't take a
shower now.
   But he could take the moment and run with it. Show her that
she didn't need to be threatened. Show her that she could do
the same....
   "That mouth of yours, god, you're (oohh) good, yes," he said,
as her mouth enfolded his purple helmet, "yesss...."
   He cleared his throat. "Sometimes I think about you fucking.
I remember what you can be like fucking, and wonder what it
would be like to watch you fucking someone. Yes, suck it in,
oh, Alice, that tongue....
   "Someday I want to see you with some stud-stalk in your mouth
while I fuck you from behind. That's something I think about. I
think about hearing from your lips, those talented lips, about
how it felt to have a cock in your cunt while mine was in your
ass. Oh, god, Alice, that mouth..."
   Alice made her tongue a circular lathe smoothing the already
smooth skin of his hard pecker. She could taste the other
woman's juices on his cock, but oddly, she didn't even mind
that much. At first, she had been aghast, but as soon as her
tongue touched his shaft, she was just amused. <So he's fucking
somebody else, too> she thought, and then, <if this is the
result, then I'm all for it.>
   She could hear his throat sporadically tightening as he
talked, whenever she would take his column down deep, and so
she bagan to take him rhythmically, using the skills she'd
recently learned from her mystery lover. Her throat opened more
than it ever had with Larry before, and she was loving every
touch of his thick hot cock in her mouth.
   She groaned, then lunged back at his cock, down, pubic hairs
tickling the end of her nose, then back up, smacking her lips.
The other woman's juices and scent gave the blowjob a decadent
perversity which perfectly matched what was going on.
      Larry was losing track of his train of thought. Alice's
burning tongue was nearly all he could think of. "God, Alice,
god you're good, what a cocksucker, jesus, oh man, suck me,
yes, oh, you whore, suck it deep now..." and thinking <when did
she decide she liked sucking cock? Maybe she has a lover? That
would even things up, now wouldn't it? But man, am I
benefitting from that shit...>
   Alice's head began to bob, as her lips encircled the head at
each rising, keeping her teeth from tearing his skin as he
thrust up into her mouth. He began to buck as she grabbed the
base of his wang and jacked him off with her fist as she rammed
down with her mouth.
   The effect was just what she wanted. He felt encased,
engulfed, as if his cock was being dissolved into her mouth. He
took her face in both hands, feeling her cheeks sunken with
sucking, and held her face as he shoved his ramrod into her
mouth. With her fist at the base, he knew he couldn't hurt her,
so he could thrust as hard as he liked. She was so obviously
loving every minute of the suckjob that he knew whatever he
wanted, she wanted too.
   So he rammed into her, his breath coming in gasps, pants, and
he grunted out his words: "god, yes, suck it, fuck, yes, I'm
fucking your face, you're sucking my cock, suck it, yeah, suck
it, oh you whore, you sweet slut, suck me off, yess, oh god
yes, I'm going to come, yes, oh god oh god o ga<aaAAGHhh> oh
shit god yes, fuck oh fuck, yes...."
   His come was more of a gusher than she'd expected, especially
if he got laid earlier in the day. But the sweet cream pumped
out faster than she could swallow, and some dribbled past her
lips and down his cock. She sucked more gently now, almost
massaging his softening sausage with her lips. She smiled up at
his face, his closed eyes, his splayed arms, the tie slightly
askew, one forelock of hair falling in an unruly curl on his
forehead.
   She smiled as she sucked the last droplets from the hole at
the end of his tube. She <was> getting to be a good cocksucker.
Mostly because now she loved it. Such direct control. Sucking
him, she had completely possessed his cock for that time. She
liked that.
   Alice let him catch his breath for a few moments, then
climbed up, knees on his thighs, then put her feet onto the
couch. He looked up at her, with her legs on either side of his
hips, towering over him. Still leaned back, his head on the
back of the couch, he watched her untie the sash and let her
blue robe come completely open.
   Her breasts jutted out, her belly was a soft roundness, and
her sweet cunt lay open above him. She began to bend her knees,
slowly, so that her snatch would lower inch by inch.
   "Now it's my turn," she said, "my turn to tell you my dirty
thoughts. Suck on my clit, move your tongue within my lips. Eat
me, Larry, here comes my cunt, moving down. Stick out that
tongue of yours, get it slick, get it ready.
   "My thoughts are dirty, Larry, filthy and sluttish. I loved
hearing you want strange cocks in me." She was two inches away
from his open mouth, her cunt so hot she could almost imagine
the drips of juice running down her thighs. Like her cunt was
drooling for his tongue.
   She bent the final inches in a rush, grinding her gash
against his tongue, lips and chin. She groaned "ohh, Larry,
ohhh, yes...," then positioned one knee up atop the couch,
giving him easy access to the inner walls of her tube. "Lick
me, lick me deep. Ohh, yes, lap it around, up around my clit.
Flick it, yes, oh god yes...
   "You're so good, god, yes, eat me out, you bastard, yes suck
me. I imagine sucking someone's cock while you eat me out. A
young man's cock, long and rock-hard. He groans and tells you
what a great cocksucker you've got. You tell him you know, and
that he should taste how good I am. Then, he lays down and
pulls me over his face.  `Sit on my face,' he says. And then
you move behind my ass.
   "Beneath my cunt his mouth works like yours is, now, but then
you begin to finger my ass, opening it, loosening my rosebud.
Then you ease your cock slowly in to replace your finger. Just
the tip at first. You feel your balls bounce on the forehead of
the young man beneath you."
   Larry's hands, which had been squeezing her inner thighs, now
moved up to squeeze her butthams. His index finger spiraled
around, homing in on her brownie, while his tongue mimicked the
motion around her clit. Tongue and fingertip found their mark
at the same time, and Alice groaned as he began to press
against her tight asshole.
   His amazement was only matched by his excitement at seeing
his wife, hearing his wife act like a wanton whore. She was
backing into his intruding finger. Even more amazingly, he
could feel himself hardening again, not more than five minutes
after coming like a geyser.
   He thrust his tonge deep into her cunt, then withdrew it to
moisten his finger. With the lubrication, he began to enter the
wrinkly button, rippling the folds of skin and muscle. Round
and round his finger moved, into a dark pit that he'd never
entered before.
   Alice gyrated her ass on his impaling finger, pushing his
finger deeper into her chute. Her belly began to burn. "Your
cockhead is inside now, and the pressure keeps increasing. The
man's tongue is like a flickering flame, and then a hot iron,
working my cock like a bear at a salt lick. But that cock in my
ass starts to hurt, a good hurt, but I can't tell how much it's
going to hurt.
   "I begin to struggle, and you grab my wrists and pull them
behind my back." She brought her arms behind her. With his free
left hand, he held her wrists. At best the hold he had on them
was symbolic. He squeezed to help the fantasy along, as if her
wrists were held fast.
   "And I try to pull away, but you won't let me, you whisper in
my ear that it's all right, you know I'll like it, you know it
won't hurt more than I can stand, and I trust you, and want
your cock in my ass. Your hot breath in my ear saying how much
you want me, what a great whore I am, that to be a good slut I
have to take it up the ass, and you bastard, you begin to push
in farther, slowly, tantalizingly, gaining an inch, then
stopping, making me want it."
   His finger followed the instructions she was giving him by
implication: he pushed another inch in, then stopped.
   "You say, `say it, you sweet slut, tell me what you want,'
and so I tell you, I say I want you to fuck me in the ass,
stick that cock up by chute, ream me out, fuck my ass hard,
like you mean it, and so you begin pushing deeper. The pain is
a rage of pleasure that keeps pushing me higher and higher.
Fuck my ass! I shout, fuck me hard, suck me hard, oh shit,
deeper, deeper...."
   His finger was in up to his knuckle, and he thrust it in and
out, winding around her relaxing sphincter. He lapped as fast
as he could, and she ground her cunt hard against his face.
clit against nose and lips.
   "Deeper, oh god you two fuckers bring out the whore in me, I
love fucking and being fucked, yes, shove it in, you fucker,
ram me, ram me, god yes, <yes>, Yes, <YES> AAAggghhhh! Oh <GOD>
DAMN fuck me shit oh FUCK goddammit Oh fuck me hard harder oh
<YEAH!> motherfucking oh shove that asshole oh yes, oh...
ohh..." and she wilted down his suited chest.
   His finger stayed in her asshole, and after a moment, he
began to move it around again. Her moans gave him the go-ahead.
She was oblivious to anything more than motion now, so he
rolled her over, then over again, kneeling over with her tits
on the couch, her ass in the air. On the second roll, his
finger had stayed stationary while her ass rotated upon it; her
gasp was full of passion.
   "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, sweet Alice, my sweet
slut, and you're going to love it. Because you <are> a whore,
aren't you. Don't you want it. Don't you."
   He took a risk, carrying the fantasy into reality. But the
risk was worth it. She responded completely.
   "Yes, anything, fuck me anywhere. I need your cock in me
somewhere."
   He pushed his finger in deep again, feeling way up inside a
few firm pellets of shit. <I'll pack that back>, he thought to
himself, <but she has to be ready. This is a virgin asshole. I
want her to want this again.>
   So before moving his marble-hard cock to her ass opening, he
leaned over and spit on her crack, a drooly stream that he
caught with his middle finger and used as a lubricant to push
in as a second finger. Index and middle fingers squirmed inside
her, and she gasped. "Oh, fuck me, yes, god that's so good, oh,
yes...."
   Then suddenly he withdrew both fingers and pulled back from
her. Her ass involuntarily clutched at the open air. "Oh, god,
put it back, my ass is hungry, jesus don't make me wait, fuck
me..."
   And he spit in his hand to coat his cockhead. Then he put it
against her brown bud. "This is my cock," he told her. "Now I'm
going to fuck your ass for real. Are you ready?"
   "Yes, oh, yes, I'm ready for your thick cock in my ass. Oh
yes I'm ready, don't make me wait, fuck me...."
   His cock popped in, almost being grabbed by her sphincter,
her buttmuscles. Her moons lay creamy beneath his hands as he
splayed them out, to see her asshole.
   The sight of his cock in Alice's forbidden tunnel astounded
him, and almost made hime come, but he stilled and regained
control. Then he pushed onward, into that darkness, the moist
channel of her bowels. Bit by bit he shoved his way in, urged
on by Alice's cries. Finally he was in almost to the root.
   He leaned over. "You like my cock in your ass, I can tell.
You are a whore, aren't you, my whore, fucking my cock with
your ass. Tell me that you like it, tell me how much you like
my prick in your poopchute."
   "I love it, fuck me with that prick, fuck my ass, fuck me
like a truck through a tunnel fuck up to my belly, god I can
feel you in my stomach, fucking me, jesus, fuck me, back, in,
back, yes, god, plow me, plow me you bastard, fuck my ass, fuck
my ass, yes..."
   "I'm all the way inside you," he whispered hotly into her
ear. Yes I'm deep, so deep, and <now> you're going to find out
what a real assfucking is. Are you ready to get assfucked, you
sweet slut?"
   "Do it, plow me, ram me, fuck me hard, <agh yes! yes!> Ohhh,
<AH> yes <AH> god <AGH> fuck me <AGH> is that all you can <UH>
do you bastard c'mon <UHN> fuck me you cocksucker, you <UKH> Oh
god I'm going to <UNKH> come from my ass oh <OHHH> shit yes
fuck me fuck <UNKKH> fuck me yes <YES> oh <GOD DAMN SHIT
ANKHKHKHKH....>
   What a reaming he was giving her, and watching his cock
sinking into her asshole, hearing her actually coming from
getting it up the ass, was too much for him. His cock began to
pulse, to tighten even further, and he could feel each ridge on
his cock getting a massage from her ass muscles. The jism rose
like a beaker boiling to overflow, and bubbled out first before
pressurizing to a stream that felt like his intestines were
being strained through his dick.
   He screamed with her, punching his rod into her ass like he
was packing a muzzle-loader, and the explosion rocked them
both, sent them reeling into a collapse neither realized till
they both gradually awoke from the trance state. His pecker was
now soft, though still held tight by her ass. He eased it out,
and she squeezed the last spunk out as she expelled him.
   Then he rolled her over. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes
dilated, her smile infectious. He leaned down and kissed her
deeply. He could still taste a little of his come in her mouth.
The kiss was tender. From both sides, an appreciation, a joy.
Both felt more loving and more loved than they had for years.
Their arms came around each other and the embraced, their
tongues dancing a slow gavotte, while their pulses gradually
wound down, and their breathing became even. The kiss was
sweet.
   And then they both smelled the casserole burning in the oven.