Maude took a good look at it too. «Kiss it,» I said, gently pushing her nose into Elsie’s bush.
I sat there, watching Maude nibble away at Elsie’s cunt. «It feels good,» Elsie was saying. «Awfully good.» She moved like a belly dancer tied to the floor. Maude’s ass was sticking out temptingly. In spite of the fatigue my prick began to swell again. It stiffened like a blood-pudding. I got behind Maude and slipped it in. She spun her ass around and around, with just the tip of it in. Elsie was now contorting herself with pleasure; she had her finger in her mouth, and was biting the knuckle. We went on like this for several minutes, until Elsie had an orgasm. Then we disengaged ourselves and looked at one another as though we had never seen each other before. We were dazed.
«I’m going to bed,» I said, determined to make an end of it. I started for the next room, thinking to lie on the couch.
««You can stay with me,» said Maude, holding me by the arm. «Why not?» she said, seeing the surprised look in my eyes.
«Yes,» said Elsie, «why not? Maybe I’ll go to bed with you too. Would you let me?» she asked Maude point blank. «I won’t bother you, she added. «I just hate to leave you now.»
«But what will your folks say?» said Maude.
«They won’t know that Henry stayed, will they?»
«No, of course not!» said Maude, a little frightened at the thought.
«And Melanie?» I said.
«Oh, she leaves early in the morning. She has a job now.»
Suddenly I wondered what the devil I would say to Mona. I was almost panic-stricken.
«I think I ought to phone home,» I said.
«Oh, not now,» said Elsie coaxingly. «It’s so late…. Wait.»
We hid the bottles away, piled the dishes up in the sink, and took the phonograph upstairs with us. It was just as well that Melanie shouldn’t suspect too much. We tip-toed through the hall and up the stairs, our arms loaded.
I lay between the two of them, a hand on either cunt. They lay quietly for a long while, sound asleep I thought. I was too tired to sleep. I lay with eyes wide open, staring up into the darkness. Finally I turned over on my side. Towards Maude. Instantly she turned towards me, putting her arms around me and glueing her lips to mine. Then she removed them and placed them to my ear. «I love you,» she whispered faintly. I made no answer. «Did you hear?» she whispered. «I love you!» I pressed her close and put my hand between her legs. Just then I felt Elsie turning round, cuddling up to me spoon fashion. I felt her hand crawling between my legs, squeezing my balls. She had her lips against my neck and was kissing me softly, warmly, with wet, cool lips.
After a time I turned back to a prone position. Elsie did the same. I closed my eyes, tried to summon sleep. It was impossible. The bed felt deliciously soft, the bodies beside me were soft and clinging, and the odor of hair and sex was in my nostrils. From the garden came the heavy fragrance of rain-soaked earth. It was strange, soothingly strange, to be back in this big bed, the marital bed, with a third person beside us, and the three of us enveloped in frank, sensual lust. It was too good to be true. I expected the door to be flung open any moment and an accusing voice scream: «Get out of there, you brazen creatures!» But there was only the silence of the night, the blackness, the heavy, sensual odors of earth and sex.
When I shifted again it was towards Elsie. She was waiting for me, eager to press her cunt against me, slip her thick, taut tongue down my throat.
«Is she asleep?» she whispered. «Do it once more,» she begged.
I lay motionless, my cock limp, my arm drooping over her waist.
«Not now,» I whispered. «In the morning maybe.»
«No, now!» she begged. My prick was curled up in her hand like a dead snail. «Please, please,» she whispered, «I want it. Just one more fuck, Henry.»
«Let him sleep,» said Maude, snuggling up. Her voice sounded as if she were drugged.
«All right» said Elsie, patting Maude’s arm. Then, after a few moments of silence, her lips pressed against my ear, she whispered slowly, allowing a pause between each word: «When she falls asleep, yes?» I nodded. Suddenly I felt that I was dropping off. «Thank God,» I said to myself.
There was a blank, a long blank, it seemed to me, during which I was completely out. I awakened gradually, dimly conscious that my prick was in Elsie’s mouth. I ran my hand over her head and stroked her back. She put her hand up and placed her fingers over my mouth, as if to warn me not to protest. A useless warning because, curiously enough, I had awakened with a full knowledge of what was coming. My prick was already responding to Elsie’s labial caresses. It was a new prick; it seemed thinner, longer, pointed—a dog-like prick. And it had life in it, as though it had refreshed itself independently, as though it had taken a nap all by itself.
Gently, slowly, stealthily—why had we become furtive now? I wondered—I pulled Elsie up and over me. Her cunt was different than Maude’s longer, narrower, like the finger of a glove slipping over my prick. I made comparisons as I cautiously jogged her up and down. I ran my fingers along the edge and grabbed her bush and tugged it gently. Not a whisper passed our lips. Her teeth were fastened in to the hump of my shoulder. She was arched so that only the tip of it was in her and around that she was slowly, skillfully, torturingly twirling her cunt. Now and then she sank down on it and dug away like an animal.
«God, I love it!» she finally whispered. «I’d like to fuck you every night.»
We rolled over on our sides and lay there glued together, making no movement, no sound. With extraordinary muscular contractions her cunt played with my prick as if it had a life and will of its own.
«Where do you live?» she whispered. «Where can I see you… alone? Write me to-morrow… tell me where to meet you. I want a fuck every day… do you hear? Don’t come yet, please. I want it to last forever.»
Silence. Just the beating of her pulse between the legs. I never felt such a tight fit, such a long, smooth, silky, clean, fresh tight fit. She couldn’t have been fucked more than a dozen times. And the roots of her hair, so strong and fragrant. And her breasts, firm and smooth, almost like apples. The fingers too, strong, supple, greedy, always wandering, clutching, caressing, tickling. How she loved to grab my balls, to cup them, weigh them, then ring the scrotum with two fingers, as if she were going to milk me. And her tongue always active, her teeth biting, pinching, nipping…
She’s very quiet now, not a muscle stirring. Whispers again.
«Am I doing all right? You’ll teach me, won’t you? I’m rooty. I could fuck forever… You’re not tired any more, are you? Just leave it like that… don’t move. If I come don’t take it out…. you won’t, will you? God, this is heaven…»
Quiet again. I have the feeling I could lie this . way indefinitely. I want to hear more.
«I’ve got a friend,» she whispers. «We could meet there… she wouldn’t say anything. Jesus, Henry, I never through! it could be like this. Can you fuck like this every night?»
I smiled in the dark.
«What’s the matter?» she whispered.
«Not every night,» I whispered, almost breaking into a giggle.
«Henry, fuck! Quick, fuck me… I’m coming.»
We came off simultaneously, a prolonged orgasm which made me wonder where the damned juice came from.
«You did it!» she whispered. Then: «It’s all right… it was marvelous.»
Maude turned over heavily in her sleep.
«Good-night,» I whispered. «I’m going to sleep—
I’m dead.»
«Write me to-morrow,» she whispered, kissing my cheek. «Or phone me… promises I grunted. She cuddled up to me, her arm around my waist. We fell into a trance.
17
It was Sunday that this outing took place. I didn’t see Mona until near dawn Tuesday. Not that I remained with Maude—no, I went straight to the office on Monday morning. Towards noon I telephoned Mona and was told that she was asleep. It was Rebecca who answered the telephone. She said Mona hadn’t been home all night, that she had been rehearsing. «And where were you all night?» she demanded, almost with proprietary solicitude. I explained that the child had been taken ill and that I had been obliged to stay with her all night.
«You’d better think up something better than that,» she laughed, «before you talk to Mona. She’s been telephoning all night. She was frantic about you.»
«That’s why she didn’t come home, I suppose?»
«You don’t expect any one to believe your stories, do you?» said Rebecca, giving another low, throaty laugh. «Are you coming home tonight?» she added. «We missed you… You know, Henry, you ought never to get married…»
I cut her short. «I’ll be home to-night for dinner, yes. Tell her that when she wakes up, will you? And don’t laugh when you tell her what I said—about the child, I mean.»
She began to laugh over the telephone.
«Rebecca, listen, I’m trusting you. Don’t make it hard for me. You know I think the world of you. If I ever marry another woman
