The Hidden Journal, Copyright
� 1999, Kellis
File D9104151.ZEN
Thursday, June 1, 1972
�Hello.�
A woman�s voice:� �I just wanted to make sure you understood I wasn�t teasing.�
�Eunice?�
�Who else has offered to be your masturbation substitute?�
I looked at my wristwatch:� 11:03.
�I rarely jerk off in the morning.�
�What�s wrong with the morning?�
�Since my teens I wake up with other things on my mind.�� And that is the truth.� Often my eyes snap open with the solution, in the forefront of consciousness, of the technical problem I fell asleep worrying.
�You no longer wake up with an erection?�
�Not so often.�
�Watch that, Harry.� Before you know it you�ll be an old man.�
�What do you know about old men?�
�I see.� You surmise my expertise is limited to the young.� I practice with them now because I�m an old woman, but when I was young I learned a great deal about old men.�
�Old woman!� Did you call to fish for a compliment?�
�I told you why I called.�
�Okay.� It�s half hard already.�
�Then come on.� Mama�s waiting.�
�Give me fifteen minutes.� I�ve got to run all these young girls out of here.�
�Harry, I don�t care if you haven�t shaved.�
�For three days?�
�Or even if you skipped your shower.� Just think of me as your fist.�
�All right.� Go unlock your front door.�
�It�s unlocked.�
I heard that in the receiver as I was hanging it up.� I took her at her word, strolled the elevated boardwalk between her front door and mine barefoot in jeans and the same shirt I wore when I left her place two days ago, front open, tails dangling.� It was warm in the late morning sun.� The super had better switch to air conditioning soon.
More than unlocked, her door stood open a few inches.� I pushed my way in and turned into her living room.� The equivalent room on my side is my office.� It�s first off the hall, too, but I made them install a door in my case.� Hers had only a wide doorway.
She was kneeling facing me, sitting on her heels naked on the thick carpet in the center of the room.� Emeralds gleamed in her ears and nipples.� Her eyes twinkled.� �That�s just the way you were on the phone, isn�t it?�
�It�s hardly been thirty seconds since I hung it up.� I don�t have to be naked to use my fist, though it�s better.�
�Oh, get naked.� You�re almost there anyway.�
It only took three or four seconds.� Clothes on the floor, I advanced directly before her, wondering if she meant �� She did.� Her hand took me and her tongue made one swipe on the very end of my dick.� She breathed, �God, I love that odor!�� Then my dick disappeared.� Entirely.� Of course, it still had a bit of growing to do.
I said, �I�m afraid to ask what odor.� I�ve not had a shower since I left here.�
She grunted, �Uh huh.�
�You asked for it.�
She grunted louder, �Uh huh!�� The fingers of one hand wrapped my balls, two or more of the others pried their way into my asshole.
�And you�re about to learn my most shameful secret.�
Her mouth took every gush I could stand to give it.� Question:� should I reveal Daisy�s technique?� Suction right on the glans, though sweeter than any honey, is totally unbearable after about the second good squirt.� I had to back away.� It popped out and upward.� The next squirt, still a strong one after two days, laced across her nostrils.
Her eyes grew large.� She sniffed as one does a nose full of mucus.� Her larynx bobbed as she swallowed.� Then she burst out laughing as her hand captured my dick and milked the last emissions.
�I can�t breathe sperm, Harry!�
�I�m s-sorry.�� My knees actually felt weak, but she held me by an arm around my ass.� �As you said, that was accidental.�
Her eyebrows rose.� �When did I say that?�
�You said some such when you sprayed my face on Tuesday.�
�Perhaps I did.�� She looked up with twinkling eyes, semen dripping from her chin.� �This reminds me.� Do you know what you call a snotty nosed whore?�
�I�ve heard it.� Full.�
�All right.� What do you ask a snotty nosed whore?�
�What?�
��Do you have room for one more?��� Another bray of laughter.� I had to chuckle with her.
�Come on, it�s funnier than that.�
�If you say so�� You took all my starch, Eunice.�� I dropped to my knees, pulling myself free of her hand.� �I�d be happy to return the favor.�
�I�m in no hurry for that.�� Her arms rose and draped over my shoulders.� �How old are you, Harry?�
�Twenty-six.�
She nodded.� �I could�ve born you when I was sixteen.� I wish I had.�
�You�d really commit incest?�
�Huh!� If you�d been mine, your organ would be twice as long.�
�Twice?� You�re pulling something else now.�
�Twice as long both soft and erect.� If a boy�s equipment is given the right attention, frequently enough, it can grow significantly beyond his natural endowment.�� She shook her head.� �Unfortunately the opportunity ends at about age fifteen.� Sorry.�� Again her eyes twinkled.
�What kind of attention?�
�Suction, mainly, applied as constantly as he can tolerate.� It gradually stretches the tissues, you see, without compressing them.� If you could just pull on it, all the boys� would be big as horses!� Constant attention also enlarges the seminal reservoirs.� He becomes a real gusher.�
I grunted.� �Your sense of humor is outstanding this morning.�
�You think I�m joking?� You�ve heard of the Cuban superman?� He was raised that way.� I have some photographic evidence I�ll show you after awhile.�
�Never mind.� It�d just make me envious.� Why�d you ask my age?�
�Because you climaxed like a teenager.� I can help you with that, too, if you want it.�
I had to squirm.� In fact I had climaxed sooner than Tuesday�s teenagers.
�Shouldn�t I want it?�
�Well, if Daisy knew how, she could relieve your pressure by fellation, which would stimulate her.� Then you could bring her to frenzy with cunnilinction, simultaneously renewing your starch, as you call it, and finish with a lengthy and glorious missionary session.�
Good god!� That was the exact program Daisy and I had settled into! �I�d never admit it to anyone else, of course.� What I said was, �I don�t think you have those words right.�
�I don�t care for Latin.� The initial fellation must be brief.� If it endured Daisy would get tired.� Your intercourse would likely end there, leaving her cross and irritable.�
�Very reasonable.� Excuse me, Eunice.� Much as I enjoy hugging you, this is tough on the knees.�
She smiled, standing and helping me rise with a hand under the elbow.� �I�m sure I have a lot more practice on them than you do.�
According to the wristwatch, now my last item of clothing, it was 11:14.� I breathed, �Inveigled and blown in eleven minutes.�
Her lip twitched.� �A lot less than that.� We�ve spent the last five talking about it.� But you did say you were easy.�
�You are one interesting broad, Eunice!� We�ve lived next to each other what � eighteen months?�
�Longer than that.�
�I hadn�t the slightest idea you�d entertain this kind of ��
�Of what?�
�Casual fucking.�
�And if you had?�
I stared at her.� My semen still glittered on her chin.� �I�d�ve been fucking the shit out of you.�
Her face sobered.
�What�s the matter?�
She shook her head.� I hastened to ask, �Let me rephrase that.� I would have been at your side very often � and at your front, back, top, bottom, wherever.�
An eyebrow rose.� �Easy to say what you would have done!�� She came into my arms.� �Kiss me, Harry.�
I was willing, wet chin and all.� She pressed her mouth firmly to mine, ignoring the bristles, I supposed.� After awhile she withdrew her tongue from my mouth and began to lick my chin and the adjacent cheeks.� Does she like bristles?
�What�re you doing?� I asked.� �Yours is the one dirty.�
She stopped.� �Then lick it.�
When I had administered a few strokes, her mouth dipped and captured my tongue to suck.� I butted her in the belly with my erection.� One hand dropped to that, the other to my balls.
When our mouths finally parted, she said, �Before you make me totally forget, Mama must administer a rebuke.� Anyone seeing you walk between our doors in the bright sunlight, dressed as you were, could hardly mistake your purpose.�
�Eunice, you�re right, I never realized!� It won�t happen again.�
�I hope not!� I should turn you over my knee.�
I had to grin.� �And do what?�
�Stretch your thing, of course.� I dare you to walk it stark naked next time.�
�Wh-what?�
She laughed.� �With me draped around your hips.� Have you noticed at night how the trees block the street light?� Come on, Harry.� We have time before lunch.� It should just about be full.�
I followed her, presuming she intended a bath.� She said over her shoulder, �How is it your car is in the parking lot every time I look?�
�I have the week off.�
�Congratulations!� You didn�t tell me that.�
�Would you have called me yesterday if I had?�
�I thought about it but hoped you�d call me!�
I was only partly right about the bath.� I saw that her apartment had no guest bedroom.� Instead the guest bathroom had been enlarged slightly with a separate door added into what was the guest bedroom in mine.� In hers you have to climb a few steps onto a high floor in the center of which is set a small pool, about six feet in diameter and three feet deep or a little less.� It was full of water, steaming gently.
We heard water running as we approached.� Apparently she had turned on the hot water and let it run, depending on a high drain to catch the overflow.� Helps to be a coupon clipper.� Now she turned the water off and stepped slowly into the pool, sinking down until only her head remained out of water.� Water burbled in the overflow drain.
�Come on, stinky,� she invited, beckoning with her head.
�I warned you of that, too.� What did you mean just now?� You said �I love that odor.��
�I meant old semen.� You let it dry in your pubic hair.�
�And you like that?�
�Yes.�
�How can you possibly ��
�It�s an odor associated with pleasure and security, when I was very young.�
�You were � mistreated badly?�
�Mistreated!� she repeated scornfully.� �My early years were spent with two uncles, Harry.� They treated me as a goddess.�
�I see.� I can imagine their sacrificial offerings.�
�You needn�t be so sarcastic.� It was wonderful!�
�Excuse me.� I suppose I am prejudiced.�
�It�s just your upbringing.� You didn�t have my advantages.�
�No, I didn�t.�
�I�ll help you overcome it.� Come on in, the water�s fine.�
�Looks awfully hot.�
�So get in slowly.� Hot water loosens sphincters.� You can put your whole hand in me.�
�I � what?�
She chuckled.� �Come along.� You�re sweet, but you really won�t dissolve.�
It took me a while, but I made it beside her finally, sitting with my legs crossed.� Her hand found my shrunken dick and stroked it gently.� I gestured around me.� �What do you call this thing?� I�ve never seen anything like it.�
�It�s a furo.� The design comes from Japan.�
�Really!� You�ve been to Japan?�
�Oh, yes.� And I fell in love with the furo.� Nothing is so relaxing!� But I must tell you that one does not normally enter the furo without first taking a shower.�
�I would�ve done that.�
�If I had let you.�
�Why didn�t you?�
�Because I didn�t want to be apart so long from this fine, upstanding bit of gristle.�
�That morning sense of humor again?�
�No, Harry.� In this I am perfectly serious.� The immature specimen is sometimes inadequate.�
�How do you classify this one?�
Her eyebrows rose but she said, �Definitely mature, after the first blush.�
�Blush!�� I had to chuckle.� �You accused me of using words strangely!�
�I can�t believe you haven�t noticed the change in your glans as you climax.�
�Well, it gets a bit larger.� I know that girls sometimes notice that.�
�Yes, but in your case, uncut, it turns from blue to red.� Very chameleon-like, considering where it is � or should be, I mean � at such a moment.�
�What�s different about my case?�
�Your intact foreskin.� The circumcised and thus constantly exposed glans isn�t blue.�
I nodded.� �It makes sense for a woman to notice.�
�Of course.� She studies it the better to use it.�
�D�you call this using it?�
�Are you complaining?�
�No.�
She squeezed me.� �It doesn�t complain.� It�s improving as we speak.�
�You�ve squeezed it, tickled it, jacked it and sucked it.� I can�t believe that�s enough for you.�
�Don�t forget:� today I�m merely your fist.�
She fell silent, eyes closing.� I snaked a hand between her legs.� Yes, the cunt ring was in place.� I hadn�t asked her if it was removable.� I recalled my earlier resolution to insist on that before a second go, forgotten when the second go occurred.� It had made the top of my dick slightly sore, especially the uncut corona behind the glans.
My arm was across her breasts.� I felt a vibration pass through her as I fondled the ring within her labia.
�What does this do for you, Eunice?�
She took a breath.� �That thing has simplified my life, Harry.� It keeps me buzzing, rather as I imagine a man feels when he�s almost but not quite erect.� When it�s actually stimulated, by walking, say, or paddling or � oh, god! � horseback riding, it produces low-grade climaxes.� As a result it�s much easier for me to have full climaxes, I think, than most women.� Apparently they spend most of their lives completely without sexual arousal.� The hard clitoris and puckered nipple is rarely enjoyed, for some rarely even in sexual intercourse.� When I was young my uncles made sure I avoided that fate, and I have averted it since.� The vestibular ring readily focuses the attention.� The slightest motion in that part of the body, any vibration transmitted through the buttocks, the barest touch of a fingertip � any of these is sufficient.
�As you observe, today your penis has so far touched only my hand and mouth, which ordinarily is considered but foreplay.� But in my case I�ve always been extremely fond of the penis.� In fact suckling my uncles� is my earliest memory.� Such contact with one enlarges the clitoris, which makes it more aware of the ring.� The effect is that I feel a measure of true sexual pleasure with one in my hand or especially in my mouth.�
�It makes a weird kind of sense,� I admitted.� �Will it come out?�
�What?�
�Can your � vestibular ring be removed?�
�Yes, by someone else.� I can�t do it!� But Harry, I�ve come to depend on it.� With it out �� The last time I took it out, even a tongue couldn�t do me.�
�Look.� My dick is only average, I know.� And I�m sure with your vast experience, you�ve had ��
�Larger ones?� Many times.�
�In all directions, I�m sure.� What I meant to say is that mine is still too big.�
�What do you mean to say, Harry?�
�It�s still a little sore.� Along the top.�
She laughed a little.
�Does it amuse you?�
�The simplicity of the problem amuses me.�
�Thought you didn�t want to take the ring out!� Oh.� You mean 69.�
�That, too.� Another solution is just to put my finger in above you.�
�Your finger!�
�As you�re doing now.�
She was looking at me with a slight smile.� She scooted forward in the water, rotating her pelvis more upward.
�Give me your left hand.� Form your fingers and thumb like this.�� She held up a hand with the fingers straight but drawn together, the thumb extended between them.� It reminded me of the configuration by means of which kids throw a duck�s head shadow on the wall.� I mimicked her.
�Hold your fingers so but let your arm relax.�� She took my hand under the water and between her legs.� I felt her pubic bush and her labia.� She adjusted my fingertips, pressing inward.� That damned ring scraped the base of my thumb.� I twisted my hand back and forth, utterly fascinated.� Her slippery flesh parted for me.� It passed tightly over the knuckles but once past was only a yielding softness.� She trembled and I felt the kiss of her labia about my wrist.
Her head went back.� �Ah!� I do love that in this hot water!�
It stands to reason that a cunt should accept a man�s hand.� Mine is average, compared to some that I�ve shaken, and the organ presently clasping me was intended to pass a far larger object:� the skull of an infant.� I�m given to understand by all witnesses that the latter operation is most painful.� Clearly my hand was not.� Her head remained tilted against the tub side, a dreamy smile on her mouth.
She asked softly, �What do you feel, Harry?�
Experimentally I moved my fingers slowly.� �How easily you hold me!� Would it hurt if I pushed deeper?�
�If you pushed hard.� The vagina is shallower than �� There!� Do you feel that?�
�The lump?�
�You should feel three lumps, close together, like fingertips.�
�Y-yes.� Your cervix?�
�Mama gives you an A!�
�Mama is kind.� I have to admit this is educational.�
�Never felt one before?�
�I�ve never done this,� I answered, grasping the tips of hers between finger and thumb and gently tugging it back and forth.
Her eyes flew open.� �Oh!�
�Hurts?�
�N-not exactly.�
I squeezed the lumps lightly.� �And this?�
She twisted her hips.� �An interesting feeling.�
�A dick does this, I think.�� I rippled the lumps gently with my fingertips.
�Yes, it does.�
I studied her face.� �But it�s nothing special for you, eh?�
�Not erotic, if that�s what you mean.� Too much of it will make me sore.�
�Hmm.� Does that have to do with the way women walk after a strenuous fuck?�
�Of course.� Harry, this is becoming too scientific.�
�Too what?�
�Your erection is failing.�
Imagine that � with my whole hand in a cunt!� I suggested, �Maybe it�s too � different.�
�Is �esoteric� the word you want?�
�Probably, if I could remember what it means.�
She chuckled.� Her hand tightened on me.� She raised up on her knees.� The motion produced powerful muscular thickenings near my still buried hand.� She leaned over me and said, �Mama�s baby will suck.�
I took the nipple in my mouth, ring and all, along with as much of the surrounding flesh as would fit.
�That�s a good boy,� she crooned.� Her hand worked faster between my legs.� �And this is a good fellow, too.� I want to show you still another way to avoid friction with my vestibular ring.�
I released her tit.� �Your hand?�
�Far better than that.� Now, Harry, stretch out a bit�� No!� Don�t remove your hand.� Let me get my foot over you.� I�m turning my back to you for a good reason.� Stretch your arm and bend your wrist�� Yes, I think that will work.�
She was crouched over me, out of the water from waist up, facing away, my hand still mostly up her cunt.� Her hand thrust down behind her and grasped my dick firmly under the water, holding it upright.� She settled on it slowly.� I felt it pass through an elastic obstruction.� The constriction slid down the shaft.� My fingers felt it through her vaginal wall.
She looked askance over the shoulder with the extended hand.� �You do feel it, don�t you?�
�God, yes!�
�Spread your fingers a bit.� See if your penis can feel them!�
�Y-yes.� By god, it can!�
She chuckled throatily.� �Enthusiasm is nice.�
�But � how does it feel to you?�
�I am stuffed, Harry.� At that end it is quite pleasant.� But concentrate on your own feelings.� Your wrist is in the way, of course, so you cannot penetrate me nearly as far as you might without it.� But the novelty should be some compensation.� I�d bet you never before, ah, jacked off in such manner as this.�
�No bet,� I said.� Her hand released me and she began to bounce on my wrist, her motion necessarily languid in the water.� Waves splashed back and forth.� I had to raise up slightly to keep the crests below my nose.� And she was right.� The glans was far enough within her to feel the extra compression of my fingertips readily.� Examined objectively, however, the purely penile sensation was inferior to a vagina with well toned sphincters, as everything is.� But, god, the circumstances � dick up her ass, clasped by hand up her cunt!� I could never imagine such a thing in my life.
�I�m about to come,� I announced.
�Then try this.�� Suddenly the looseness tightened.� She squeezed with surprising strength.� I realized she had deliberately kept all sphincters relaxed until now.� She controlled the timing of it, waiting for the deepest thrust, otherwise she�d�ve shat me out.� I strained as far into her as I could.� I presume she felt the moisture, but however detected, she relaxed her grip after the first good squirt.� Good thing, too!
�Finished?� she asked after awhile.
�Oh, god, yes,� I breathed.
�Follow me up with your hand.�
I understood that when she rose off me, flexing her legs, until she stood straight.� The water was above her knees.� I stared at my hand, lost between her legs.� She leaned around and grinned at me.� �Fascinating, isn�t it?�
I had to agree.
�Curiously,� she added, �large things enter better under hot water but emerge best in the air.� It has to do with creating a vacuum.�
I suppose that makes sense.
�Straighten out your fingers just the way they entered me.� Now push forward a little as you withdraw.�
My hand came free easily, again with tightness over the knuckles.� This time I felt the stone on the back of my hand, which had twisted inside her.� Not surprising.� She stepped over me, giving me a glimpse of labia apparently as well closed as ever, and clambered out of the pool.� I couldn�t believe I hadn�t stretched them.� It was a fine demonstration of the elasticity of cunt lips � I guess of flesh in general.
She took up my wrist watch and grinned at me.� �Almost noon, Harry.� Aren�t you hungry?�
She made cold sandwiches with sliced ham.� We washed them down with beer.� She has a padded window seat in her kitchen, built into the corner, and a small table on rollers that she positioned near it.� We sat across the corner, both naked except for her emeralds and my wristwatch.� She held a sandwich in one hand.� Most of the time my dick lay in the other.
�What did you think of the furo, Harry?�
�An interesting setting for a unique experience.�
She chuckled with evident pleasure and said teasingly, �I apologize for making you masturbate yourself after all.�
�Don�t be ridiculous, Mom!�
�Then I take it little Harry enjoyed his bath?�
�Very much.� But what about Mom?�
�The furo offers me low intensity sensation.� Water damps vibrations, you see.� But the pleasure endures.� My entire bottom is stirred up.�
�Still?�
�It builds slowly and dies away slowly.� It�s like a bright glow.� I�m sorry, Harry, but I don�t think a man is equipped to understand it.�
�Sounds interesting.� Should I have my glans pierced?�
She grinned.� �A touch of envy?� I think the net of that would fail to please you.� How could you protect it?� Mine is internal!�
�I see.�
�Would you like to see?� Here.� Look at it.�
She stood and put a foot on the table, holding herself open directly before my face.� I put a finger in her and caused a bit of gold to fold forward, tipped with a smooth stone showing green through the coating of her thin emissions.� The flesh of her belly and thighs vibrated involuntarily as I tweaked the stone.
�It�s certainly sensitive,� I remarked.� �What about this?�� I leaned forward and stabbed her clit with my tongue.
She jerked back.� �Ugh, Harry!� You�ll leave bits of food in me.�
I grinned up at her.� �Sorry.�
She handed me my beer bottle.� �Wash it down first.�
�Thank you.� I�d be surprised if you were finicky.�
�I�m not finicky at all.� But yeast can be the most intractable affliction.�
�I�ll remember that.�
�Men are fortunate in their own way.�
She resumed her seat, hand resuming its play.� �You said you�re off all week.� Will you be home tomorrow?�
�Tomorrow is Friday.� I�ll be there.�
�My nephew is coming to visit tomorrow afternoon.�
�Your nephew!�
�By marriage.� The son of my ex-husband�s brother.� His name is Charles and he�s seventeen.�
�So?�
�He�s an odd boy, Harry.� Very bookish.� Skinny.� Doesn�t care for sports.� The girls have little to do with him, which is their loss.� He could really please them.�
�Aha!�
�What aha?�
�Is he a graduate of Seduction One-oh-one?�
She smiled.� �Yes, he is, with the fairy extension.�
�The what?� Does that mean what I think?�
�I expect so.�
I had to chuckle.� �Missed the mark, did you?� Instead of seducing girls he became one?�
�Not exactly.� He enjoys a female almost as much as you do.� But he also enjoys males.�
�A cock sucker?�
�You and your deliberate crudeness!� Do you enjoy shocking me?�
�I enjoy the idea of shocking you.� I wonder what it would really take.�
�Harry, don�t be mean.�
�Well, is he?�
�Yes, he is a willing fellator.� And a catamite.�
�What�s that?�
�He enjoys being taken anally.�
�As you do?�
She laughed.� �Not as I do it!�
�But he also likes girls,� I mused, �Aren�t such people called bisexuals?�
�If so it�s a new term.�
�Eunice, who taught you �catamite?��
�My uncles.� They gave me a thorough education, especially in their favorite subject.�
�No need to ask what subject.� Why are you telling me about Charles?� Seventeen, eh?� At least they can�t charge you with aiding his delinquency now.�
�He�s no delinquent, Harry.� Sex is his only vice.� He�s actually ingenious at it.� He�s built several electrically powered machines to help him masturbate.� Did you know electric shock can be used for that?�
�No, I don�t!� Don�t let a kid pull your leg.�
�He built a � pulse generator, I believe it�s called, arranged so that he can vary the rate and the strength.� He�s the one who understands electricity, not I.� But it works.� I�ve seen it cause boys to ejaculate.�
�You have it here?�
�No, no.� It�s a small device, about like a cigarette pack with clamps.� He had it in his bag.�
�Interesting.� Of course, damn near anything will cause boys to squirt!� Eunice, once again, why are you telling me this?�
�He�s arriving tomorrow afternoon to spend the night.�
�I see.�
�I don�t think you do.�
She stared at me.� Suddenly I understood.� �You want me here, too.�
�Harry, he�s a diffident lad, not aggressive at all, with a sweet disposition and complaisant to any suggestion.� And most importantly he has learned discretion very well.� I am the only one he dares tell of his exploits.�
�How do you know that?�
�Because I know the father.� He�s deathly afraid of the man.� But Charles knows he can trust me.�
�Why do you want me to meet him, Eunice?�
�He represents an opportunity for you, Harry.� Two opportunities, actually.�
�I suppose I should be flattered that you find me trustworthy.�
�It�s a bit early to be certain,� she said, her face composed, �but I believe you are.�
Apparently she does.� I could do her much greater harm, I think, than she can do me.
�What are these opportunities?�
�I gather you�ve had negative experiences with homosexuals.�
I shrugged.� �I�ve submitted a couple of times, because females weren�t available and because I wondered if there was anything to the claim that another man should be able to give better head, knowing what a man needs.�
�What did you find?�
I almost told her nobody does it as well as Daisy, not even she.� What I actually said was, �Nothing special.� Sensually speaking, nothing compares to a cunt.�
�But you never did it yourself, did you?�
�Did what?� I just told � oh.�
�This is your chance to do it.� You can use Charles any way you like.�
�I�ve already told you, Eunice:� I�m no cock sucker.�
�I believe you said you have no use for men.� Fair enough.� Charles is not yet a man.� But he has sweet equipment.�
�Sweet!� What does a woman mean by that?�
�Usually she means �small.��
�Small?�
�As in �cute� or �precious.��
�Say it, Eunice.� Is his dick smaller than mine?�
�About two thirds the size, as I recall.� He has never seen fit to complain about my ring.�
�Your stretching program didn�t work?�
�Oh, he wasn�t with me nearly enough for that!� The Cuban superman�s father made his four older sisters alternate that duty around the clock.�
�Just how long was that superdick?�
�22 inches.�
�Ridiculous!�
�I saw it measured.�
�You�ve been to Cuba, too, eh?�
�Often � before Castro, of course.�
�Well, I won�t call you a liar, but I don�t see how a woman could enjoy one like that.� No cunt is that deep.�
�Her rectum is.�
�If you say so.� But taking it up the ass � how can that be pleasurable?�
�Think back, Harry.� A child�s anus furnishes pleasurable sensations to encourage him to defecate.� Most people lose that as they grow to puberty:� that is, the intrinsic pleasure, though there are ways to retain it longer.� And women can climax anally because of the compression transmitted to the clitoris.�
�What about men?�
�I have little data.� Charles claims to enjoy it.� One of his machines simulates a plunging penis rather well, though a bit too frenzied.�
�I can imagine,� I said dryly.� �You said two opportunities!�
�Yes, I did.� Did you ever share a woman with another male?�
�Huh?� Of course.�
�I mean at the same time.�
�Uh, no.�� In Vietnam I had turned down such an offer.� As a result I�d wondered what I missed.� Not much, I think.
She was watching me with a twinkle.� �The Greeks are given the credit for inventing it, Harry, but it�s pictured in paintings 20,000 years old on the wall of a French cave.�
�Trust the French, eh?�
�They don�t show that part to tourists, but I�ve seen it.� It�s surrounded by religious marks.� It�s powerful stuff.�
�For the woman.�
She nodded.� �Of course.�
�And that�s the real reason for this interesting invitation, isn�t it?�
She laughed.� �I admit it.� I hope you aren�t being sarcastic.�
�No.� It is an interesting invitation!�
Abruptly she changed the subject.� �This fellow seems ready again.�
�He likes attention.�
�Does he like to give it?�
�Certainly.�
�Well, Mama needs a little.�� She released me, stood up and bent over the table, her tit rings clicking on the surface, her smooth rump spread before me.
I said curiously, �Eunice, how do you avoid the pimples that everybody else has all over their ass cheeks?�
�I give the furo full credit.� Now don�t go scientific again.�
I chuckled.� �Never heard that word used to mean �soft� before.�
I rose and worked it into her.� Now the damned ring was only too evident on the bottom of my dick.� In this orientation, to my surprise, I was just beginning to think something good might be said of it, when she raised her head enough to turn back and regard me from the corner of her eye.� �It�s wet enough.� Put it where you can avoid my ring.�
I might�ve stooped and put it between her compressed thighs or gone to tiptoes and laid it in her crack.� Sure!� Instead I presented it to her anus.� Right guess!� Her hands came back and spread her cheeks wider.
�All the way this time.�
When I was pumping satisfactorily, she spread her legs and put both hands between them.� Her fingertips rippled my balls.� Both hands?� I felt a vibration in my dick.� Apparently the other was flicking the ring.� Her sphincter alternately tightened and relaxed, again and again.� The anal sphincter is particularly noticeable, of course.
�Tell me when you start to climax,� she commanded.
Fucking someone over a table with rollers turns out to be distracting.� It tends to slip right out from under you!� I solved the problem by turning it against her bar counter, where it bumped annoyingly with each thrust.
A man�s third climax does not focus his attention nearly so well as the first, but hand and rectum eventually reached their goal.
�I�m starting,� I announced as the fluid rose.
With startling speed she spun about, shoving the table away, knelt and hugged my buttocks, nearly tripping me up.� Her mouth clamped me.� My third offering, such as it was, disappeared.� Of course, I couldn�t bear to stay in place, though I had to force her face away with my hands.� Does she treat her boys� tender dicks the same?� Is mine truly that much more sensitive than the cut ones?
She pulled herself up with her arms, lips raised to kiss me.� I was reluctant, considering where my dick had been before she took its juice.� But I accepted the kiss, expecting the same present as before.� Though she presented her tongue, nothing else came with it.� I was pleasantly surprised not to detect offal.� The furo?
She cocked an eyebrow.� �What�s the matter, Harry?�
I took a breath and simply asked.� �How is it that your ass doesn�t stink?�
Her eyes twinkled.� �An enema before you came and of course a swabbing in the furo.�
�An enema!�
�Did you think I hadn�t planned our little t�te-�-t�te?� You�ll find that I�m a good mama!�
�I see.� Thank you kindly.�
�Well, it does avoid the ring, you must admit.�
�That�s ironic.� I discovered that your ring has a certain advantage on the bottom of a dick!�
�Really?� What advantage?�
�A little extra stimulation.�
�Wouldn�t it make you just as sore?�
�I don�t know.�
�Let�s find out.�
�Uh, not just now, if you don�t mind.� Eunice, don�t you ever get enough?�
She answered with feeling.� �No, I don�t!� I hope to die right after I finally do.�
Very rare in a woman, I think:� one who lives only for sex.� Rare in my experience, at least.� In truth, unique.� For an hour or two we talked about the many ways she has pursued �enough.�� I realized after awhile that what she was doing was bragging.� Did she have no other confidant?
The conversation lagged.� She kept turning around to look at the clock on her kitchen wall.� I got the hint and returned to my place, where I found that I could just see the edge of her balcony from the window in my guest bedroom closest to it.� I had been watching less than five minutes when David ran down the bank, leapt and caught the bottom of her railing.� He swarmed up it like a monkey.� That�s an avenue to her pussy not usable by everyone!
No further mention of her invitation.� That�s something I�ll have to stew.� There is tremendous novelty in the idea of holding a woman between me and another man, feeling his dick jostle mine through her flesh.� A hell of lot would depend on the other man.� If he was one I respected � except is it possible to respect the man who�d do such a thing?� Talk about hypocrisy!
A man who deserves little respect, less than a man though equipped like one, might be another matter.� An issue of power and control.� I could slap that one down, treat him as one of his masturbating machines.� But what am I afraid of?
I am mildly curious as to how a spurting dick would feel, how it would taste or smell.� Would it gag if it reached the back of the throat?� Strangle?� I�ve noticed such reactions in women.� Surely there is no sexual difference in throats!
I amuse me.� I react to these ideas the way I imagine a virgin girl might.