The Fermata (26 page)

When they stood in front of her again, holding their tulip bunches out to her for her admiration, she pronounced both arrangements equally lovely and told them to give them to each other. This they did with great ceremony.

“Thank you!” said Kevin to Sylvie.

“Thank you!” said Sylvie to Kevin.

They kissed. It appeared that their mouths were a good match. Marian, who normally felt squirmy and put off when she was a witness to heavy public pair-bonding, watched this particular kiss with nothing but good feeling. She
was
the public, after all. There was some tongue-action, but it had the license of youth and looked like it felt better than it looked. They hugged each other hard; Sylvie’s heel went behind Kevin’s and she used the leverage to press her blue-jeaned mound into him.

When they stopped, Marian said, “What a great kiss! You two are obviously
great
kissers. You must be beautiful when you … make love. Your bodies fit together so well. I wish I could—” She shook her head ruefully, her hand on her heart, and let them laugh at the impossibility of what she was thinking, so that they could start to get used to the idea. Then she slapped her hands on her legs and said, “I tell you what. If you would like to borrow any of these toys, feel free. Really. I don’t make any great claims for them—I’m sure you can do without them, but who knows, just for fun …”

They looked indecisive.

Marian exerted the slightest additional pressure. “Pick one—or a few, even.” She felt a trickle of sweat on her back.

“What do you think, Kevin?” said Sylvie.

Kevin shrugged. “Sure, I guess, yeah.”

Sylvie and Kevin knelt, not minding apparently that their knees got instantly soaked in the wet grass. Sylvie’s face,
though averted, was very close to Marian’s. “Which one would you recommend?” the girl finally asked, having touched them all lightly.

“Mmm, well—” This was just too much for Marian. She felt her resistance give way completely. “My current favorite is one I just got,” she said. “It’s called the Armande Klockhammer. As you may know, Armande Klockhammer, Jr., is, or was, a male stripper at the Golden Banana. It’s kind of big, actually. Almost too big, depending on where you need it to go.”

“Which one is it?” Sylvie asked.

Marian cleared her throat. “I’m afraid I can’t show it to you right now.”

“Why not?” Sylvie looked at her with innocent curiosity.

“I just can’t.”

“But why?” Sylvie insisted. “Where is it?”

“It’s in use,” said Marian. She looked at her two young friends and then down at her wet dress.

Kevin looked surprised. He had finally pieced it together. “You mean that all the time we’ve been here it’s been …”

Marian took a deep breath. “Up my ass, yes.”

“Up your … It’s not in your … it’s in your …?” Sylvie, pointing to parts of herself to clarify her exclamation, looked genuinely surprised.

“It feels super, I must tell you,” said Marian. “But that’s not the crazy thing. The crazy thing is how badly I want to show it to you. While it’s in there, I mean. I’m doing everything I can to keep from hauling this dress up right now and leaning back and showing you how good it feels stuffed up my tight butt. Oh man! Just thinking about it gets me going. Are you repulsed?”

They continued to look a little surprised, but not repulsed.

Marian went on. “I’m afraid you caught me at a particular
moment. Kevin, you can attest to the fact that I don’t normally talk this way.”

“She doesn’t at all, no,” Kevin agreed.

“It’s dildo talk, frankly,” Marian went on. “It’s the way I talk when I’m sitting on a big fat artificial dick. What can I say? My butt is stretched so damn tight right now—I wish you could see, I really do. I wish I could show you, and I wish when you saw it in my ass you’d take off all your clothes and make love for me right here. Is that so unthinkable? I don’t think it’s so unthinkable. Kevin, I was so good last summer. Do you realize that? I thought about your cock quite a number of times, I thought about sucking it and jerking it off—I even thought of putting a sprig of parsley in your tiny little cockhole, and yet I never once did
anything
! And now you’ve found Sylvie, this wonderful friendly open person, who probably sucks your cock beautifully, and it makes me feel so good that you’ve found her—it makes me want to
see her
suck on your cock. God, I wish I could show you what I have up my ass right now. It feels so fucking hot.” She paused. “See, that’s a sample of dildo talk.”

Sylvie was the first to speak. “You can show it to us,” she said. “We won’t mind.”

“Really?” said Marian. “Well, you take off all your clothes, then, both of you. I’m not going to show you anything until all your clothes are off. Take them off.”

Obediently Sylvie and Kevin took off their pants and underpants and pulled off their matching striped shirts. When the dangling and tugging and hopping had ceased and they stood naked in front of her, Marian couldn’t help whistling in amazement. Their bodies were so simple and perfect. Sylvie’s flattish slanting breasts, with sharp confident little suck-tips, were especially good for the soul. Kevin’s white straight penis
lobbed and loitered below his tight brown balls; he had a Dennis-the-Menace touch of hair around each of his nipples. Marian had to turn the Pollenex on and point it up her dress in order to recover her seducer’s concentration.

“Now show us,” said Sylvie challengingly, conscious that her revealed beauty gave her power. She ran her fingers over her stomach and brushed the side of her hand casually against Kevin’s cock. “Show us what’s up your …”

“Ah, you’re such a beautiful couple,” said Marian. “You’re made to fuck each other. I’ll show you when it’s the right time. Right now, I need you to show me how pretty you are together. Show me how you like to suck cock, Sylvie honey. I want to see your pretty lips on that hot cockmeat. Kiss it for me.”

Sylvie, compelled by the conviction in Marian’s voice, knelt and kissed a path down Kevin’s cock until she came to its head, and then she opened her lips and let it fill her mouth. As he watched her and moaned, Kevin’s mouth mirrored Sylvie’s. He was standing with his hands crossed lightly at the wrists behind his back, his hips pushed forward, looking down at his girlfriend. As he firmed up, Sylvie’s jaw was forced open wider and her tongue was pushed down, and Marian was pleased to see her develop a cocksucker’s temporary double chin, which, because in reality the girl had nothing approaching a double chin, only made her face look younger and more captivatingly innocent.

“That’s so nice, so pretty, that pretty sucking,” said Marian, letting her showerhead do the talking for her. Areas of grass near her legs were getting a marshy gleam.

Sylvie turned and looked at her. Her eyes were dreamy with confused arousal. “Please show me and Kev what you have up your fanny,” she said again. She added rhetorical weight to her request by stroking three times on Kevin’s cock.

Marian pulled her dress up so that it was very high on her thighs, but not so high that anything was revealed. She lifted her weight onto her hands for a moment and then swiveled her hips. “It’s all slicked up with lubricant. It feels so snazzy in there. I want it in there always. I want to show it to you as it fucks my butt, but I need some inspiration. I need to see your cute little asshole first, Sylvie. That’s only fair. Squat right over my feet—I want to see your beautiful back and your open ass and your hot little asshole while you suck your boyfriend’s cock.”

“But—” said Sylvie.

“You know you want to show me everything about your body. You’re not ashamed of anything, are you? You’re proud of your body. You know you want me to look right at your ass while you suck that luscious dick. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” said Sylvie. “I want you to watch me sucking on Kevin.” She planted her feet on either side of Marian’s ankles and squatted, her back to the older woman. Marian twisted the showerhead to
PULSE
and aimed the spray in circles over Sylvie’s ass globes.

“Pull your cheeks apart—I can’t quite see you, and I need to see you,” said Marian. Sylvie got two handfuls of her ass and pulled up, and Marian saw the dark little dot where they met and joined. She pointed the water’s pulse straight at it. Sylvie arched her back to get a more direct hit; her breaths began to come harder and more irregularly through her nose. Her hair bobbed as her mouth emptied and filled with cock.

“That’s
what I like to see,” said Marian. “Kevin, I wish you could see how beautiful Sylvie is when she sucks on your cock with her sexy ass all open and clean.” Kevin looked up at her as she said this, and Marian, as she continued to murmur encouragement, gave him a brief secret show, looking straight
at him as she jogged her tits under her dress and pinched her nipples through the fabric. Her fingers were wet, so they left dark marks where they had been. Then, when she knew she had his allegiance, she said, “Kevin, do you mind if I tickle Sylvie’s pretty butt with the flowers she gave you? You want her to feel good while she sucks your big dick, don’t you?”

“Go ahead,” said Kevin thickly.

Marian leaned forward and brushed the tulip heads across Sylvie’s shoulders and down her back. She slapped them lightly back and forth on the insides of the girl’s fine thighs and up against her popped-out clit. “Ooo, she likes it,” she said. Then she turned the tulips in a circle over Sylvie’s asshole. “Do you like my flowers tickling your pretty butt? I bet you do.”

Sylvie said something affirmative and sucked some more. Then she stopped. She didn’t let go of Kevin’s shiny cock, but she said, “Could I use your bathroom for a second? I’m dying.”

“Sure,” said Marian. “But you don’t have to. Why lose time? Just let it go. I’ll spray it away. Piss it right out on my feet.”

“Pee on your feet?” Sylvie exclaimed. “No way! I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can,” Marian said. “What’s the harm? Just keep sucking that tasty dick and relax. When I have a big rubber dick up my asshole I like to see everything. I
want
to see it. I want to feel it spray out all over my feet—warm up these lonely toesies.” She played the showerhead spray insistently over Sylvie’s clim-folds. “Suck and push, honey,” she urged. “It’ll feel good, believe me. Arch your back so I can see.”

Sylvie resumed sucking Kevin’s cock.

“Push for me,” said Marian. “Push that piss out.” But nothing happened.

“I’m really sorry—I can’t,” said Sylvie. “I’m a little shy about that in front of Kev.”

“Ah, I see. Kevin? You don’t mind, do you? Of course not. In fact, you know what? I’d love to see a little dribble of piss come out of that big friendly cock. I bet that would help Sylvie relax.” Marian moved one of her feet out where Kevin could see it. “Let her hold your cock and jerk on it a little and then point it straight at my feet and push and let go. I bet you can do it.”

“Really?” said Kevin. He held his dick for Sylvie to aim it.

“Of course!” said Marian.

“Okay,” he said. Sylvie gripped the base of his cock and Kevin’s stomach muscles tightened and he pressed his lips together and forced out a curve of hot piss that momentarily reached Marian’s foot.

“That’s the way!” said Marian. “How did it feel?”

“Felt good,” said Kevin. “Kind of burny.” He wiped the tip of his dick with his palm.

“Of course it did,” Marian said. “Now, Sylvie? You know how badly you need to let it go. You know what’s up my ass. How could you possibly be shy?” Again she tapped the flowers against Sylvie’s cunt. “Push and piss it out for me.”

Sylvie gave it a second try. She pushed very hard. After a moment, her tiny urethra opened and a clear spurt flared out. The flow stopped almost immediately.

“Good!” said Marian. “More!”

“But,” Sylvie objected, “I’m pushing so hard I’m afraid something else might happen.” She stood up. “I really
need
to use the bathroom—I’m not kidding.”

“Oh, but I want to see that, too,” said Marian. “I want to see everything you can do.”

“Gross, no way!” said Sylvie.

Kevin decided that it was time for him to intercede. “I really don’t think she can do that,” he said. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind at all if she did, but …”

Marian pulled off her dress in a quick motion. “Look at this dick up my ass.” She leaned back on her hands and lifted her knees back against her body. “See that butthole? See how nice and tight it is? Look at that tight skin. You can look for as long as you want. Look at me rock on it. Can you see it moving in and out? Foo, that’s nice! I like to see your eyes on it.” She looked at them both and shook her tits for them. “Now, Sylvie, it’s your turn. I’ve showed you, now you show me. Show me that tight little butt of yours again. See, I had no idea you were as full as I am. I want to see that ass open right up, just like mine is. Suck that cock of his and push it out for me. Once you do that, you’ll feel free to do anything that feels good, anything you want, and you’ll come extra hard, and that’s what I want—I want you to come extra hard, because you can be damn sure that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I really have to go,” said Sylvie. “I’m not kidding.”

“I know you do! Squat down just like you were and suck that cock. I’ll spray you clean, don’t worry. Pull up on your cheeks so I can see. Push and let it go.”

Sylvie took up her cocksucking squat. She started sucking more Kevin-dick, but faster than before. She pulled one of her cheeks open. Her asshole looked exactly the same—tiny, sexy. Then suddenly her piss gushed out everywhere.

“Ah, that’s it!” said Marian, frigging her clit. “Show me how you let it all go. Release it. That’s it. Let it all go. Feel it relax.” Marian whisked the linen napkin out from under her toys and held it at the ready. “Let that lovely butt open right up for me.”

Sylvie made a moan of warning. Her asshole domed out into a doughnut shape and began to open.

“Good!” said Marian. “Now stop! Tighten back up on it.”

Sylvie made a straining sound. Her hips rocked, and her asshole slowly closed.

Marian was frigging faster now. She let the spray drive into Sylvie’s ass. “That’s right, honey,” she coached. “Keep sucking that dick. I know you need to let it out. Push on it.”