Brian and Mona - 4

By Jim Chaffee

"I guess," he mumbled, rising to his feet and dragging into the dining room.

I moved away from Mona.

"This your first time together with a man?"

"Yes. You will be my second ever. Brian was the first and only until now."

She reached out for his hand, pulling him to her side. I led us into the bedroom, closing the door to darken it for Brian's sake.

I waited for her to start. She didn't hesitate. She stepped out of her shoes while unbuttoning her blouse, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She let her skirt drop into a heap beside the blouse and bent over, pulled her panties to her ankles, then straightened and stepped out of them.

I jerked my shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor, keeping one eye on Brian but drawn to Mona. She waited naked, equidistant from us, watching me from the apex of the triangle. The black patch on her mons pubis floated like seaweed on a sliver of reflected moonlight. Brian seemed paralyzed, like a trapped animal about to be shot, still wearing the expression of disbelief I'd glimpsed in the doorway.

Mona glided over and pressed a hand flat against my chest, undoing my belt with the other. I looked to Brian and she stopped, turned and went to him.

"Come on, baby, get out of your clothes. I want to suck your big cock."

She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside. He pushed it away. She tugged at his belt, but he shrank back and struggled out of his pants. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He folded everything, setting it on a chair behind him, placing his shoes beneath the chair.

I tried not to look at him. I knew this could be painful. Erectile dysfunction in these circumstances struck plenty of men for the first time. It had never been a problem for me, but my arousal watching Liz get a good going over was aberrant.

Mona sank to her knees, wrapped her arms around his thighs, buried her face in his groin. She gurgled and snorted as if slurping an oyster. Luminous as an ethereal presence, her body reflected the cool light slipping through the blinds, naked and vulnerable for the first time.

She stood up and nudged Brian toward the bed. He lay flat on his back illuminated in stray light, his doughy figure covered with a mat of reddish hair. I could see he sported no erection. I did, my underpants wet with slick, viscous ooze. I slipped them off and my cock pointed at the ceiling, dripping long strands of lubricant onto the carpet.

She turned to me. "Come on. Don't get shy on me now."

She knelt over him and sucked his limp cock, her breasts hanging down and flattened on the sides like squashed pears.

I moved behind her, my hands caressing the taut muscles of her ass and thighs. With two finger I brushed the wet lips of her vagina, feeling for the bump of her clitoris. When I found the hard button she gasped and jerked forward.

I ran my tongue along the folds of her labia and she moved closer. I sucked the lips into my mouth. She made smothered moans and rubbed hard against my face, her luxuriant pubic hair drenched in her secretions and my saliva.

She twisted her head back and whispered hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me."

I grabbed a condom from the dresser where I'd stashed a few and rolled it on. She arched her back, presenting her cunt, and I wormed my cock into the clenched orifice like torquing a grommet through an overhanging stud. She jerked forward and gasped, ignoring Brian. I thrust as far as I could, slamming against her thighs, and savaged her like the female dog in my head.

Brian got off the bed and out of the way.

I visualized my cock distended and throbbing, knotted with blue veins as I rammed her tiny opening, a bat splitting her, leaving her ripped and torn. I forced her flat on her stomach, mashing her face into the pillow with my forearm, my mouth in her ear, biting, whispering stifled sounds welling up from some buried rage, "bitch whore slut dog." She drooling and whimpering a weak "yes" and biting the pillow. I fucked her harder, riding the driving rhythm welling up from my lust, "cunt cocksucker pig bitch slut" in a muted growl only she could hear, "dog you dog you bitch you fucking whore" and she chewing the pillow and whimpering "yes."

I pinned her to the bed, grinding into her smothering muff, slamming against her round, hard buttocks. She bucked and thrashed, elbowing me in the ribs and rolling onto her back, locking her arms around my hips and pulling me inside her dripping maw. Muscular legs gripping my thighs, she humped with her ass up off the bed, locking me in a vice, holding me inside the widening breach. She grabbed my ears and yanked me down, chest to chest, covering my mouth with her mouth and biting my lower lip until it bled, shoving her tongue down my throat. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she sucked so hard it ached at the root. I jerked my head away and she grabbed my neck with both hands and held my mouth to hers. I cupped one hand under her wet ass and propped myself with the other and we fucked like two lost souls alone in the universe.

When I wore out and collapsed on her like a dying soldier she urged me onto my back with jabs from the heel of her hand. She climbed on top, grabbed my dick as if unattached and used it like a club, rubbing herself, twisting it as I fought the urge to holler with pain. Finally, a low moan began in her throat and she impaled herself on the thing, swallowing it up in an emptiness so deep I felt nothing, thrashing so I couldn't hold back.

She stretched on top of me and we lay panting, drenched in sweat. Brian stood above the bed, looking down at us. He touched her back.

She pulled up and my dick appeared naked and glistening in ooze, wearing only the bottom half of the condom.

"The condom broke," I said.

Silence.

"You won't get pregnant from me," I said.

"That's not our worry," he said. "She's fixed."

I hated to say it, but did anyway. "I don't have any diseases."

His silence hung, a palpable presence.

She sat on the end of the bed, legs stretched before her, damp hair dangling limp on the sides and plastered to the top of her head. Her small breasts drooped flat against her chest, nipples shriveled like old prunes. She fished the end of the condom from her vagina.

"It's okay, honey," she said, holding the glistening shred of scum bag up to illumination. "It's all here. None of it leaked." A viscous wad oozed from the sheared-off translucent reservoir.

She grabbed his thigh and pulled him closer. "Let me suck your cock, please? I want you to fuck me."

"I want to go."

He grabbed his clothes and left the room. She got up, gathered her clothes from the floor and followed him.

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