The Lisa Series (17 page)

“It means I belong to you.”

“And?”

“I want to make you happy.”

“Yeah, and what makes old Frank happy?”

She glanced at the floor, then looked up again. “My mouth… when you cum in my mouth. I think that makes you happy.” She had regained her composure. She spoke clearly, but sounded as if the answers had been rehearsed.

“Right, baby, right.” Frank sat back, smiling.” Now, tell us who you’re married to.”

I noticed Lisa’s fingers tighten behind her neck. “Billy is my husband,” she said.

“And who is going to fuck you tonight?”

She turned her head slightly to look at him. “I...I want you to fuck me.”

Frank waited. She turned back to the guests. “And Dooley,” she said, “and Teddy.”

“Not Silk?” Frank asked.

“I...I’d rather...,”she shot a quick glance at Silk, then bowed her head. In a flat voice she said, “Everyone, Frank. Everyone can have me.”

“Everyone?” Frank questioned.

“Everyone except Billy. I...I’m going to...to...to”

“Say it,” Frank commanded.

Lisa looked up. “I’m going to fuck everyone except Billy,” she said.

“And why ain’t you going to fuck your husband?”

“Because… because Frank, honey, I’m your woman and I only do what you say.” I saw that her pussy had become wetter and her breathing was faster.

“Goddamn,” Dooley said softly, “she sure do jump through your hoops, Frank.”

“That’s what hot little cocksuckers are supposed to do. Ain’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, Frank honey.”

“Frank,” Harriet leaned forward, “don’t she get tired sitting that way?”

“She’s used to it. Sometimes she sits on her little stool like that for an hour or more waiting for me to fuck her. The longer she waits and thinks about it, the hotter she gets. Right?”

“Yes, Frank honey, that’s right. I get very hot.”

“You going to cum for Frank?” he asked.

She turned toward him again careful to keep her pussy thrust forward. “Yes, honey. I almost cum just thinking about how good you do me.”

After all I’d seen her do and heard her say, I still couldn’t believe this was the Lisa who, until a few weeks ago, wouldn’t leave the apartment without wearing panties under her pantyhose. This was the same deeply religious woman who attended church services on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. My Lisa, who knelt beside our bed every night to say her prayers. Lisa, who blushed furiously if she saw or heard the word “fuck”.

Frank motioned for me. “Well, first things first,” he said. I crossed to him. “Billy is going to help you get ready for all that fucking you say you want.” Harriet handed me the pot containing the oil. It was still warm. “There’s that red silk slip in the closet and a new pair of shoes under the bed. Leave the recorder on, you know...and talk nice, baby, real nice.”

He gestured toward the bedroom. “Billy, take the stool, “ he said. As I picked it up, I noticed a wet spot on the seat. I followed Lisa and closed the door behind us.

Immediately she turned and put her arms around me. Quiet sobs racked her body. The recorder was in her hand and running. Noticing it, she stepped back and struggled to get herself under control. Then, hiding the recorder under a pillow, she held her hands out to me. “I hate them!” she whispered fiercely. “I hate them all, especially that filthy degenerate who...who wants to hurt me, hurt me bad. I can see it in his eyes. I hate Frank, too, but...”She let go of my hands and quickly retrieved the recorder. In a voice that seemed deliberately loud she said, “Oh Billy, I need it. I really need it. I’m going crazy. It’s just like Harriet said, ‘a cat in heat’.”

I knelt at her feet and undid the bows that circled her ankles. She held both bare feet out toward me.” Please, Billy, rub them again.”

I once more massaged her body. Her anal opening was bright pink but as small and tight as it had always been. A few drops of Silk’s cum tinged with red still seeped from her tiny hole. She turned her head toward the recorder. “Billy,” she said, “please don’t touch me down there. I mean don’t touch my...my...pussy. It belongs to Frank.” She paused. “I’m Frank’s woman, Billy. You understand that, don’t you?” She gestured toward the recorder but shook her head.

“Yes, Lisa,” I said, “I understand.”

“See how wet I am. It gets like that when I think about him...about his cock...when I think about sucking his cock.” I poured oil over her breasts. She placed my fingers on her nipples and gasped when I squeezed them. “Billy, Frank’s cock is so big. It’s white as milk. He does it good, Billy. He knows just how to make me cum...how to fuck me.” She got up and crossed to the closet where she took the short red slip off its hanger.

“You really do want him?” I asked. She shook her head but pointing at the recorder said, “Yes, Billy, I do. I’m Frank’s. No one has ever...has ever made me feel like he does.”

She went into the bathroom to reapply her makeup. When she came out, she had on the form fitting slip. The red pumps were, as Frank had said, under the bed. She slid her bare feet into them. Coated with a sheen of oil, her body even under the thin slip, seemed to glow. She’s spread gloss over her bright red lips. I could feel my stiff cock throbbing, and there was a sinking sensation in my stomach when I looked at her.

She took me by the arm and guided me to the corner of the room as far from the running tape as we could get. Looking up at me, her eyes ready to tear, she whispered, “This won’t be easy Billy. Probably worse than anything else. There’s this thing he makes me do...”

The tears welled up. She brushed them away. “I hate him,” she said. “I hate him, Billy. And Silk, I think I would kill him if I could. I could not have imagined a more horrible, ugly, mean, disgusting man.” She looked down at the floor for a moment then back at me, “But Billy all this sex, all these things they’ve keep making me say these past two days, and he hasn’t let me cum. Billy, I’m...I’m...dripping and feel like I could explode.” She stepped toward me and touched my arm, “You understand,” she whispered. “Please say you understand, Billy.”

I nodded. We walked back to the where the tape was running. She sat on her stool, facing the door. She clasped her hands behind her neck and, inching out to the edge, pulled the slip back as far as possible and spread her legs. I looked at her, sitting there in her submissive pose, and my heart ached. I noticed her glance down at the bulge in my pants then look away.

“Tell Frank I’m ready for him,” she said in a loud, clear voice.

I went out into the living room. Harriet had brought everyone fresh drinks. Silk was excitedly describing how tight Lisa’s ass had been and how he was sure he had pumped a quart of cum into her. Frank still sat in his big chair, but he had changed into a black velour robe. He wore nothing under it and no shoes or socks. His heavy legs were hairless and pasty white.

“Lisa is ready,” I announced.

Frank looked up at me in mock surprise. “Ready for what?” he asked.

“For you.”

“Whatever does she want with me?”

“She...she wants you to...to...do it to her.”

Frank slapped his knee and laughed. The others, too, were enjoying the little game he never seemed to tire of playing.

“To do it...to do it,” he chided. “To do what, Billy Boy?”

“She wants you to...to...fuck her,” I stammered.

“I see,” he paused, nodding his head. “You know, Billy, with all the activity here tonight, I’m kind of mixed up about who belongs to who. Tell me again, what’s Lisa to you?”

“My wife,” I said.

“You and Lisa love each other? Even after all that’s happened? Even after everything you seen her do here tonight?”

I could feel the rage starting to build inside of me. “Yes,” I said, trying to get control. “We love each other very much.”

“Well, ain’t that grand,” Frank chuckled. “And this pretty wife who loves you so much, what’s she to me?” I knew what he wanted but couldn’t bring myself to say it. Frank put his hands on the arms of his chair and leaned forward, “Let’s hear it, Billy, or maybe I’ll get Dooley and Teddy to hold you down while I give you what Lisa’s in there waiting for.” Teddy stood up, smiling. “What’s she to me?” Frank repeated.

“Your cocksucker,” I said.

“That’s right, Billy. I just point to the floor and she gets down on her knees and opens her pretty mouth. You heard her on the tapes. She begs for it, don’t she Billy?”

“Yes,” I said.

“But how can that be, Billy? How can a woman who’s supposed to love her husband also love to suck fat old Frank’s prick?” He looked around at his guests. “Maybe, Billy, maybe she don’t like to suck my cock at all. Maybe she just says that but don’t mean it.” He leaned forward again, looking directly at me. “How do you suppose we can tell whether or not she really means what she says, Billy?” I didn’t answer. Teddy, who had remained standing, took a step toward me.

“By watching,” I said.

“Watching what?”

“Watching her...watching her suck.”

Frank smiled and heaved himself out of his chair. “Good boy, Billy. That’s just what we’re going to do. You and me are going to watch her suck.”

“You mean we can’t come in?” Silk whined.

“This is going to be a private party. Later everyone’s invited.” I followed Frank and closed the bedroom door behind us. Frank stood for a moment, starring at Lisa. She spread her legs wider and thrust her breasts forward. “Good,” Frank nodded, “now on your knees.” Lisa slid off the stool and quickly crossed to the bed. She got to her knees beside it. “You see, Billy, how well I have this little cat trained?”

He walked over to stand in front of her. Apparently this was part of a ritual similar to the one she performed when we first arrived. Lisa put her hands behind her back. Looking up at Frank, she wet her lips. “Please, honey, can I?” she said in a little girl voice.

“Just your tongue,” he said, and untied the sash that held his robe together. It fell open revealing his huge belly and his sagging chest. He was still a powerful man, but layers of fat now hid whatever muscle remained. The most surprising and revolting thing about him was not his flabby chest and distended belly. It was his skin; almost albino white. And he was completely hairless. There wasn’t a hair on his chest. His pink nipples were like a little boy’s. There was no pubic hair, no hair on his heavy balls or on his fat, white legs. His huge cock was hard. It seemed to be made of white marble laced with pale blue veins.

Lisa continued to look up at him. He nodded. She inched forward on her knees, her hands still behind her back, her breasts tight against the thin red silk that covered them. When she was between Frank’s legs, she lowered her head and, extending her tongue, began to lick his balls. She still looked up at him, seeking some sign that he was enjoying the way she was licking him. Although his cock jerked spasmodically, his face remained expressionless.

Next to the bed was a hard-backed chair. Frank pointed at it and motioned to me. When I sat down, I was no more than two feet away from them. The contrast between the whiteness of Frank’s testicles and the bright red of her mouth was startling. Lisa licked slowly, careful not to touch him with her lips. Soon, his balls glistened with her saliva.

“What do you think Billy,” Frank glanced over at me, “does she love old Frank’s balls or don’t she?”

I didn’t answer. Frank put his hand lightly on Lisa’s head, “Seems as if Billy don’t think you enjoy what you’re doing, so maybe you better quit.”

She looked up at him and began in a pleading voice, “Please, honey, please let me...let me... suck you.”

Abruptly Frank turned to sit on the bed, then stretched out on it. He pointed to me, “Take your chair to the foot of the bed,” he ordered. He then motioned for Lisa to join him.“ A couple of minutes ago your husband here was telling us how much you love him. Well, I want you to show him how you make love to me...how you always make love to me. And Billy’s going to sit there wondering why you never make love to him the way you do me. And your husband is going to be asking himself if you love him as much as you say you do. Remember, don’t touch my cock until I say so.”

“I know what you like, honey,” she said. On her knees beside him, she began to kiss his neck and run her tongue along the curve of his ear. “Kiss,” she whispered. Her beautiful mouth was poised above his thick lips. He turned his head away from her. She began working slowly down to his flabby chest. She licked his pink nipples. How very small she looked. Her smooth oiled skin reflected the light as she moved along his mountain of pale flesh. She licked his belly and the soft white skin around the base of his chock’s she moved her mouth along the inside of one thigh and then the other, she shifted her body so that her pussy and ass were next to his head. He propped himself up on his elbows and told her to turn around. He whispered something in her ear. She began to protest, “No...please...Frank...”

He cut her off, “Get your goddamn clothes then, and tell the others that we’re all going down to Ryan’s!”

For a moment her body went rigid, then she turned to face me. Before she spoke, Frank pulled her back by her hair and whispered to her again, apparently telling her what to say.

She turned to me again but could not look at me. “Billy,” she began, “you saw what Silk did to me?”

“Yes.”

“I...I’m sore there, it still hurts.” I didn’t say anything. “Billy,” she continued still looking past me, “I want to...to suck Frank...suck his cock and Frank says...I mean while I do that, while I suck his cock...I...I want you to lick me there...back there where Silk put it in me.” She quickly pulled the red slip up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then she knelt between Frank’s spread legs, her ass facing me. Frank sat up again and whispered something to her. She leaned forward lifting her ass. “Can you see Silk’s...Silk’s cum?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. A glutinous thread of milky jism oozed from her opening. She looked back at me, directly for a moment, then lowered her eyes, “I can’t do Frank until you...” she paused. Frank shifted in the bed impatiently. “Lick it, Billy,” she said.

I rose from the chair and, placing my hands on the bottom of the bed, moved forward and touched my tongue to her anal opening. She gasped and I felt, rather than saw, her lower her mouth over Frank’s cock. As she sucked him, the cum continued to ooze from her pink hole. I licked her. The cum was warm and tasted of baby oil and KY jelly. My mouth was just above her wet pussy. Her bright red clit was gorged. I wanted to take it into my mouth but didn’t dare. She paused for a moment and I heard her ask Frank if she was doing it right. He sat up and motioned me back to my chair.