The first thing he did is stub out his cigarette in an ashtray. The second is to grab her panties, yanking them off Amy entirely, turn her over his knee and spank the blonde. Amy struggles to get away, to strike Devin, and to bite him, but the man holds her firmly and continues to apply the palm of his hand to her bare buttocks. Eventually, he stops and pushes Amy over on the bed.
The blonde lies flat on her back and stares at him resentfully. “What did you do that for?” Amy said with a pronounced pout.
Devin grins at her. “Just to let you know, I’m not your gigolo.”
Her eyes become wide. “Why? I didn’t mean it that way, Devin. Just because you eat a woman’s pussy doesn’t mean you’re a gigolo, does it?”
“Of course not, but when I want to do that, I’ll do it. I don’t need to be ordered about like some wimp.”
Amy takes a deep breath and turns her head sideways. “I’m sorry. I had no idea you would react this way.”
“Now you know. Right?”
“Are you angry at me?”
Devin grins again. “No, not at all. Just wanted you to understand.”
“Shit, I really am sorry.”
Amy crawls out on the opposite side of the bed, picks up her panties and puts them on. The woman smoothes down her short skirt and goes around the bed to Devin.
“Kinda spoiled the mood for me, Devin. Let’s go to the other room and have a few drinks. Does that meet with your approval?”
“Sure, but don’t get sarcastic with me or I’ll spank you again.”
“I’m not sarcastic,” Amy said with raised eyebrows. “You seem to acting like a jerk tonight.”
“Maybe you’re right. Let’s have that drink.”
They sit together on the sofa and have several drinks before Amy excuses herself, telling Devin she’ll be right back. The dark-haired man watches her go to the front door and out. Amy disappears into the hall and its ten minutes before she returns. Devin isn’t sure if he’s pleased or not at seeing Katie with her. The redhead had changed from her regular street clothing into an outfit almost exactly like Amy’s, hardly any bra at all and a very short miniskirt. She wears nylons, however, and this makes her legs look even sexier than Amy does. Devin gets to his feet when they enter.
“Hi,” he said to Katie. He turns to Amy. “Are we having a party, or what?”
“Sure…” Amy said. “If you don’t mind, Devin, maybe we can find something interesting to do, the three of us.”
Devin feels a chill go up his back. It’s a pleasant sort of chill, not the other kind. “Fine,” he said, grinning at them. “Always ready for an interesting evening.”
Katie comes close to him and gazes into his eyes with her large green ones. “Sure you don’t mind my crashing the party?”
He studied her large, hanging breasts. “If it’s OK with Amy, it is with me.”
“Sit, Devin, will you?” Amy asks.
He sits in the middle of the sofa. The girls sit on either side of him. Amy passes the bottle and Devin takes it, drinking from it and passing it over to Katie, who does the same. Devin wonders how they’ll go about it; he knows they’re planning a sex session with him. Two girls and one guy. Might be interesting to see how they perform. The man leans back and waits for them, making no overt move. It’s fun not being the aggressor for once. Let them do it, he thought.
“Devin,” Amy said. “Are you game?”
“For what?” he asks, pretending innocence.
“For anything.”
“Help yourself,” he said, hoping they will.
The women place their hands on Devin’s thigh at the same time, almost as though they have rehearsed it. Devin likes the feel of their hands: it gives him an immediate erection. Katie is the first to touch his cock, and he shivers and stretches his legs out before him. Thrill after thrill runs up and down Devin’s spine as first one woman then the other touches him. When Amy unzips him, Devin catches his breath and waits to see what’ll happen next.
What happens next isn’t at all to his liking. The door bursts open and a fat man of perhaps forty stands there, frowning at the scene.
“KATIE…” the chubby intruder barked. “What the hell are you doing here? Come back to home now.”
Katie jumps to her feet with a gasp and runs to the door. She doesn’t speak to anyone but goes into the hallway. The fat man glares at Devin and slams the door shut.
Devin turns to Amy. “Who was that?”
“His name is Lyle. He’s Katie’s friend.”
“He looked mad.”
“Yes, he just flew in from the East Coast last Saturday to see her. Guess he doesn’t like her over here with us. Can’t blame him too much, I guess.”
“Does Katie live in this building?”
Amy nods. “Across the hall actually.”
Amy zips up Devin’s pants, and he feels a moment of disappointment. “Did you have to do that?” he asks.
“Everything’s going wrong tonight. No matter what I want something happens to stop it.”
“I’m not stopping you from doing anything,” Devin said hands outstretched.
“Well, the mood has gone again, Devin.”
“Funny,” Devin mused. “This guy coming from the East Coast Saturday. I met someone else yesterday who just come from there.”
Devin told her about Courtney and her husband Jack without going into the sexual part of it. He thought she had an odd look on her pretty face as he told her this, but Amy said nothing, so he immediately forgot about it.
“Hand the bottle to me, Devin,” Amy said after a moment. “I think I’ll get drunk.”
The man gives her the bottle. “The last time you got drunk you didn’t remember what took place between us. Do you want that to happen again?”
Amy laughs. “Oh, I won’t get that drunk, just a little bit.”
“Tell me something. Why exactly did you bring Katie back to the apartment?”
Amy laughs and presses her hand on his leg. “I wanted to get you all excited.”
“You can do that all fine by yourself. You don’t need Katie for that.”
“Sure, I know.” Amy pauses. “Let’s go somewhere. Have you been to a nude party before?”
“No. Is there one?”
“Yes, on the other side of town. You wait here, and I’ll change my clothes. Won’t take me long.”
“OK. Seems funny. We’re going to a nude party, and you’re putting on more clothes.”
Amy laughs and leaves the room. She comes back immediately. “I’d better call up and see,” Amy said. “I’m not sure if the party is tonight or was last night.” She grabs her smartphone and calls, speaking a few words then hanging up and turning around. “Good thing I called, the party was last night, Devin.”
He’s relieved. Devin hadn’t wanted to go to a party; he preferred staying here alone with the sexy blonde woman. “That’s OK…” Devin said, “We’ll have our own nude party.”
“Maybe I can ask Lyle and Katie over. He’s probably over his anger by now.”
Devin sighs, gets to his feet, goes to the front door, and opens it. “Good night, Amy,” he said annoyed at her suggestion. “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait. Don’t go. Did I say something wrong?”
“I came to see you, not to have a party.”
He goes into the hallway and closes the door; waiting for her to open it and ask him not to leave. Amy wasn’t playing the game though. She didn’t come to the door, and it’s with a feeling of disappointment, Devin goes. He keeps glancing back at the entrance of the apartment house expecting the sexy blonde babe to appear, but she doesn’t.
“SHIT… What the fuck’s wrong with me tonight?” he mutters. “I blew her off twice, for fuck’s sake. Maybe I’m sick.”
A mental picture of Courtney comes to mind. Devin recalls how she has rubbed his skin dry with the towel, how the brunette stared at his nude body. Suddenly, the man knows what’s wrong with him, why he acted as he had with Amy. I want sex with Courtney tonight, he thought, not Amy.
*****
When he arrives back at his place, Devin parks the car at the rear and enters the building. As he approaches his door, he sees the one across the hall come open slowly. The man stops in his tracks, his heart beating furiously, and sees Courtney come out into the hall. She’s wearing a dress that fit her like skin.
“Hi, Devin,” Courtney said softly.
“Oh, hey, Courtney,” he said, trying to make it sound casual. “How are you tonight?”
He instantly regrets saying this, but it’s too late.
“How do I feel?” Courtney asks wide-eyed. “Why, I feel great. Why do you ask?”
Devin forces a smile on his lips. “Just being sociable, that’s all.”
Her breasts stick straight out in a most provocative way. “Oh…” she said hesitantly. “I … err…”
“What?” he said, thinking he might have missed a word at the beginning?
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
Devin’s even more aware now that, psychosexual or whatever she might be, he wants this woman like mad. He turns on his most pleasant smile and gazes straight into her eyes.
“Where’s your husband?” Devin asks softly.
“He’s sleeping, taking a nap.” She must have anticipated what he has in mind, for she added. “He’s going out after a bit, told me to wake him. When he has gone, I’ll come over and rap on your door. Will you wait for me?”
Devin lets his gaze linger on her protruding breasts. “Yes,” he said and enters his apartment.
His heart is beating even more furiously now. There’s something wild about the woman that sets him up in fine style. Devin’s extremely rigid as he walks to the place he keeps the liquor. He pours himself a long drink and drains the glass in one fast gulp. That erection stays with him for a long time, but still, Courtney doesn’t come to his door. Devin’s almost ready to give up on her when he hears a soft tapping sound. The man strides to the door and yanks it open. Courtney stands there wearing shorts and a halter, both of which are very skimpy and highly revealing of her flesh.
“Come in,” Devin said urgently.
Courtney comes in wordlessly, and Devin closes the door and stares at her as she, in turn, at him.
“You want it, don’t you?” Courtney said with a slight smile.
“Yes. Do you?”
“Very much so.”
“Come to my bedroom.”
“All right.”
He takes her by the arm and propels her to the bedroom. The man releases her and begins to undress.
“Wait…” Courtney said, excitement in her tone, “Let me undress you. I love doing that.”
“OK…”
Courtney finishes removing Devin’s jacket, laying it carefully over a chair. She takes off his shirt, placing them over the chair, also. The woman unbuckles his belt and tugs his pants down, and Devin steps out of them, one foot at a time, balancing by holding on to her shoulder. Courtney shoves his boxer shorts down partway and begins to fondle his cock most maddeningly.
“Hey…” Devin said tensely, “Take it easy if you don’t want it to end before it starts.”
Courtney laughs strangely, and lets go of him. Removing her bra, she flings it aside, and he stares at her large, pointed breasts as they jut straight up. The nipples are pinkish and appear like ones belonging to a teenage woman. The breasts are firm and solid looking. Excitement takes hold of him even more than it had before. Devin watches as Courtney slips off her shorts and notes she isn’t wearing panties. Her waist is slim and her stomach flat. The navel seems to be quivering.
“I’m so hot…” Courtney moans. “Take me…”
Devin pushes Courtney down on the bed and hangs on as if fearful he will get away from her. He lowers his loins to hers, and Courtney shoots her hips upward immediately, eager to make contact. She’s breathing hard, and Devin can hear a sort of rattle in her throat.
“Hurry…” she begs. “I’m burning up…”
The man makes the insertion expertly and hears her suck in her air and let it out in a frantic whoosh. She wraps her legs around Devin’s, hooking her toes around his ankles.
“My husband…” she said unexpectedly, “is a case history … in … impotence…”
It sounds strange to hear her say it at a time like this.
The truth is; Devin scarcely hears her. He feels the wetness of her cunt as he pushes forward and down, feels the heat of the brunette’s body on him. The feeling is maddeningly wonderful. Courtney presses her hands down on his buttocks, holding the man firmly in place and, as he begins to thrust, moves with him in perfect coordination. It’s so beautiful no man could’ve made it last for long, and Devin is no exception. He wants to hit the peak and do it quickly. Devin does so, and when he has finished, Courtney is still moving her hips about frantically, wanting more of what he has to give.
“Please…” Courtney begs breathlessly. “Rest a minute and give it to me again. I need it, so much of it. I can’t stand it … stopping like this … so soon.”
Devin feels a wave of heat running throughout his body. His erection is still intact, and after a moment, he begins to move in her again but slowly. This time Devin will try to satisfy her instead of just himself. Slowly and steadily, Devin moves, and each time he does her body trembles and jerks a little, which makes the act even more exciting. He has never seen a woman like this one. She’s all sex, make no mistake about it, and Devin has the idea Courtney will be content to fuck like this all night long. This, however, is something he can’t do.
It takes Devin a long time to complete the second act of love. This is, of course, precisely what Courtney wants and when he finally climaxes, she sighs and clings to him desperately, moaning and crying out unintelligible words. Eventually, he moves off her and lies on his back breathing hard. Courtney shifts down a little on the bed and places her cheek on his stomach.
“Oh…” she mutters thickly, “That was so wonderful, I think I love you.”
Devin is silent for a moment. Lifting her face with his hands, he turns it about so he can see her better. Her eyes are wild and strange. There’s lust there, plenty of it, but also something else; the man doesn’t know what it is. The brunette smiles crookedly.
“You’re so nice to me, daddy,” Courtney mutters. “Don’t you worry … I’ll never tell Mother what you do to me.”
Devin’s almost aghast at this. “W-What?” he said wide-eyed.
Courtney sighs and again he sees the out-of-this-world look in her eyes. It startles him, and he tries not to look at her, but the woman fascinates Devin so much he has to. Her eyelids half closed and Courtney sighs deeply.
“You’re my daddy, and I love you so.”
He finds his voice. “I’m not your father.”
“Well … stepfather then … what difference does it make?”
“I’m not your stepfather,” Devin said, thoroughly astonished now and uneasy too.
“All right, I’ll just call you ‘Lyle.’ I know you don’t want me to think of you as my stepfather. I’m sorry, Lyle, I keep forgetting.”
Apparently, Courtney has temporarily lost contact with reality. Devin has to get out of this predicament and do it fast. The man also has to do it carefully. In her state of mind, Courtney might do anything at all if he isn’t cautious in the next few minutes.
“Shall we get up and have a drink?” Devin suggests softly. “Might go down nice now…”
He knows this is almost an idiotic thing to say, but it’s all he can think of.
“Oh … no … Daddy … I mean Lyle … Let’s just lie here awhile. I may want to kiss you … down there … you know like I sometimes do.”
A drop of perspiration runs down Devin’s face. “I’m getting up,” he said firmly. “I want a drink. Come along, dear.”
“I won’t tell mom,” Courtney said fiercely. “You don’t have to get all nervous every time you take me, Lyle.”
Suddenly, Devin slaps her face hard. Courtney springs away from him, half-rising from the bed. Her face returns to a typical look, the lust in her eyes lessening. She pouts slightly facing him.
“Now what did you go and do that for, Devin?”
He breathes more easily. The slap has brought Courtney out of the strange fantasy, apparently.
“Sorry…” Devin said, forcing a grin on his face. “Didn’t mean to slap you so hard, it was just a love poke.”
She smiles. “I think I Like it. Hit me again, not too hard.”
He shakes his head. “Only one love poke per customer,” he said, hoping his tone sounded facetious enough.
The woman laughs and throws herself on top of him. He kisses her and pulls her up from the bed. Courtney struggles to get away from him, or to pull him back down on the bed, he isn’t sure which it is, but he holds her firmly and makes her stand on the floor.
“Put your things on,” Devin said firmly.
“Is the party over?” Courtney asks, and for a moment, the man wonders if she hadn’t retreated into her fantasy again.
He laughs, but it has a hollow ring to it. “For the moment, but the night is young, and you have to give a guy a chance to catch his breath, you know…”
“Sure, honey,” she said. “I understand how it is.”
Devin dresses hurriedly as she did slowly. He leaves the bedroom after grinning at her and, going to the liquor cabinet, pours himself a stiff one, swallowing it fast. Devin shakes his head, curses himself for being a fool. He should never have involved himself with this woman; she’s too far-gone. Devin has another drink before Courtney comes out of the bedroom. She goes straight past him to the front door, then stops, turns around, and smiles at him strangely.
“Thank you,” she said.
Courtney seems OK now.
“Don’t mention it. I should … thank you … not the other way around.”
Devin wishes he could’ve kept his mouth shut. It would’ve been better just to let her leave and say nothing.
“No. I insist on thanking you,” Courtney said. “I’m wondering about one thing.”
The glass halfway to his lips, he holds it poised in the air. “What is that?” he asks.
“Would you mind if I tell my husband about our little affair?”
He feels his pulse quicken. “What on earth for?”
Courtney stares at the carpeting as she opens the door. “Because … it … when I tell him the details of how another man fucks me … it turns him on … it makes a man of him for a short time. I do want him to be a man some of the time.”
Before Devin can open his mouth, she’s gone, quietly shutting the door after her. If it hadn’t been for the subject matter, Devin would’ve sworn the words she uttered originated in a child’s mind. Her tone of voice, her inflection wasn’t that of a mentally mature, worldly woman like Amy.
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