The V Whisperer

by Deborrah Girard

  not you, not anyone.” “That’s right. I did say that.” As he spoke, he walked around the bed and climbed on. Abbey turned toward him. “Could you just hold me...please.”

  Rick positioned himself comfortably then pulled her into his arms. “I’d love to hold you, Abbey. Relax now. Let everything ebb away. Give those capsules a chance to work.” “This feels so good.” “It does.” If he told her how much exactly, she may high-tail right out of here without a backward glance. ”Actually, I’m amazed myself how good this feels. I’ve been around many women, none of

  which charged me the way you do. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe because you’re fragile and delicate. It made no sense to him, how the hell could he explain it to her? “That’s sweet of you. Thanks.”

  He ran his hand up and down her arm. Squeezed. Abbey nuzzled further onto his chest and his heart rate accelerated. Surely she could feel that. He tried adjusting himself so that wouldn’t happen. Rick’s hand aimed for her side but ended up over her breast. “That feels even better,” Abbey said, pulling his face down closer to hers.

  Rick kissed her forehead. She was so warm, smelled like fresh air and herbal tea. A life-size teddy bear. Jesus! No way could he keep his hard-on from her view. By asking him to hold her, surely she knew what it would do to him. Right? “Abbey, I...” “You, what?” She moved her hand and placed it over his erection. “Nothing. If there’s something you want, you go for it, girl.” “I hoped you’d say that, Rick.” She opened his robe and exposed him to the light of day. Slowly she ran her hand up and down his shaft, kneading the flesh into compliance. Not that it needed it. She just wanted to watch it grow, see what she could do to him, feel the power, the ability...the affinity.

  She knew Rick called upon his restraints to keep from devouring her in a mad rush. From experience, she already knew that. He tried extra hard not to let that happen. Could he rally against her need to experiment? She’d woken into a new world and was anxious to get on with it, test it out, feel the waters. He could only endorse that.

  Abbey shifted again. She tickled his inner thighs. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” “Are you kidding?” His hardened cock spewed prematurely. His eagerness far too apparent. He needed to mentally talk himself down to a steady canter. “I think you’re going to have to take your clothes off.”

  “I was thinking the same thing.” She rose to her knees and began unbuttoning her clothing. With a throaty moan she pulled her shirt over her head then tossed it on the chair in the corner. The rest of her apparel followed shortly. Her hands came down to cover her breasts. Goose bumps from the chill in the room peaked her nipples, facilitating her production.

  Rick’s hands reached to take over possession then continued to manipulate them into erect monuments. Abbey didn’t mind his adoption. It saved her the time.

  She had the pointiest nipples. For the most part, dark, swollen and erect. His cock jumped for almighty joy as he witnessed her tentative steps at controlling the sexual encounter. As she moved, her stiff peaks reached to touch him, pull him in, tease. She was a joy to watch. Every move was thought out, slow and extremely tantalizing. At least he thought so. If she was trying to drive him over the edge, she was doing a good job.

  Abbey swayed a little but decided she didn’t look as sexy as the girl on the video and gave it up. “I can’t believe I’m still a little shy.” “It looks very good on you.” He couldn’t believe he was breathless.

  Abbey wiggled appreciatively. She attempted to straddle him but gave that up too. “My sexual

  identity is still new to me.” “Well, then...why don’t we force it in place and make sure it stays once and for all.” “How do we do that?” Her hand wafted around his navel and magic wand. “Talk dirty.” He saw the twinkle in her eyes. “Saying what you want out loud reinforces your

  nerve. Try it.” Even though that’s what came out of his mouth, what he’d really wanted to say was, get

  up there, woman and ride this ride. “What? That’s silly.” She laughed. “It’s not silly, honey. It’s very effective. For instance...bring that hot pussy of yours closer. I

  want to ram my rod right up your wet hole and feel your juice pour out its welcome. How about that for starters?”

  Abbey blushed. It was like a splash of cold water followed by a hot toddy. The words being the cold splash and the ideas it generated in her head, hot, hot, hot. “Do you want me to lay back so you can...fuck my wet...hole, or do you have something else in mind?” Her cheeks flamed as she ended the sentence, but her bravado gained an octave. “Why don’t you lay back, Abbey. Spread your legs, expose that lovely blonde cunt of yours.” He waited. “Oh! You really want me to do it.” She giggled, and accepted the rush of new sensuality boosted by the lingo. “Yes. I want you to do it.” He said, remembering to thank his lucky stars for this unexpected blessing.

  Abbey assumed her position, spread her legs. “I want you to fuck me, big man. Can you manage that?” He was right. It did lend her a little gumption. Rick took a moment to regroup, pinch himself. Jesus! Could she be any more beautiful? Then wrap that body around dirty talk. Man! He felt tiny explosions going off already. “I can manage that, Abbey. Open wider. I want to see your lips speak to me.”

  Abbey spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her entire core to his gaze, his libido. “Fuck me, Rick. My lips are speaking to you.”

  “You’re right. Are you sure you want a fuck, Abbey?” He wet his fingers and rubbed her clit back and forth, watching it swell and throb daintily. “I want to part your lips with my fingers. I want to see the moist, pink inner flesh and that perky little cunt of yours. I want to see it begging for my attention.” He lowered his face where he freely viewed her spectrum. “You have a beautiful puckered asshole, Abbey. Do you want me to fuck that too?”

  “Are you going to fuck me or look at me?” Her lungs gasped for breath.

  “I see you’re getting into this. That’s good. Now you’ll believe me when I tell you how exciting something can be.” Looking up, he noticed her nipples weren’t as rigid. Her large tits rose and fell harmoniously with her breathing. He bent over her, taking them in his mouth one at a time, sucking gently and rejuvenating them back to form until they became rigid between his teeth.

  “I believe everything you say. Now I want to take that big cock ...and drive it into my pussy. Are you ready, Rick?”

  Rick chuckled. He hovered over her nakedness. His right hand touched her clit. She moved to accommodate him. “The smell of your hot juice is turning me on, Abbey. Can I suck some of it up?” “When I think of those lips of yours on my clit, I go crazy.”

  Rick licked her thighs to her splayed cunt. Tentatively, he suckled the fragrant slit. The aroma a heady stimulant. “When I think of your clit, I go crazy.” His eyes never left her pubic area. “Let me have that snake-like tongue of yours. Jab it into my hole.” Again Rick chuckled. She tried so hard. She nearly had it nailed. “Yes, pretty lady. I can jab you till the cows come home.”

  And he almost did. “Now whisperer, it’s time to fuck me or I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

  Upon entering her fired pussy, he ejaculated immediately. He knew when the hot liquid began its journey from the very bottom of his burning balls up through the pulsing shaft. “Sorry, Abbey. You do something to me.”

  “As you do me.”

  “So what do we do about that?” He referred to a relationship, and affair, anything. He saw this as another opportunity to draw some form of commitment out of her. But again she disappointment him. She had no clue how deep his reverence ran.

  “What do we do about it?” She repeated with her earnest tone. “We do it again. Now, fuck me!”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The next day was Saturday. Abbey got up before noon, took a bus to a shopping district for a few new things she needed then planned to taxi back to Mandy’s apartment. Not having seen Mandy since yesterday morning set her mind wondering about her lavish li
festyle and late hours. The girl was used to it by now, but the different energy took a toll on her. The evidence showed in the dark circles under her eyes. The girl needed a rest. One day soon, she hoped to be on her feet and out of Mandy’s way. In the meantime, she appreciated this break.

  The apartment door opened with the key Mandy gave her and she went straight through to the guest room. Abbey was thankful Mandy wasn’t home. She took a couple of pain relievers and lay down on the double bed. A couple of hours rest would do her good, perk her up and clear her head.

  Later voices in the living room woke her from her sound sleep. She checked her watch. It was nine o’clock. She rubbed her eyes and debated whether to intrude on Mandy and her company.

  Padding over to the door, she opened it and peered through to the living room. “Oh, dear!” She took a step back after seeing two nearly naked bodies somewhat entwined. “Wow!” Mandy’s boyfriend was a hunk. He had dark hair and eyes, was about mid- thirties she guessed, with white silky skin peppered with a myriad of small tattoos. His attention was on Mandy. His eyes stalked her.

  Abbey closed the door. They didn’t need her hanging around. It was just as well. She was tired anyway. Her nightgown was where she’d left it. This was much more comfortable. After turning on the small television hanging on the wall in one corner of the room, Abbey propped herself in bed.

  What the hell was on the television? She saw giant hands squeezing large, naked breasts. Could hardly hear the heavy breathing and laughter but couldn’t draw her eyes away.

  The lady pulled down her thong and bent forward letting her shoulder length hair hang to the ground. She swung her ass in open invitation and saw the erect male draw up behind her partially planting his cock, letting the woman twirl for her pleasure.

  The man’s cock was substantial, not quite in line with the vagina whisperer but then her bias was making itself known. My God! She was making comparisons like an old pro. The movie didn’t offend her either. Everybody watched this stuff.

  The man’s hand stroked himself fondly while teasing the bent over girl by slathering her hairless pussy and faking penetration. The woman twirled like a pussy dancer and tried to snag the juicy cock with her movements.

  The man’s hands grabbed her hips keeping her in line with his cock. He pushed against her strains to get closer, allowing her greedy cunt minimal touching.

  The party girl groaned and laughed at her partner’s playful teasing. Bent over the way she was, she used her hands to push and guide her horny box toward the turgid, elusive cock. She screamed her frustration.

  Finally her partner held her still, took hold of his cock and gently rubbed it up and down, over and over between her cunt and asshole. It dripped over her like a leaky faucet. When he plundered her, she exhaled with satisfaction.

  He wasn’t finished toying with her. Slowly he moved his hips, letting her enjoy the fill of cock without hurrying her orgasm. His sweetie was loving this. When he began to pump her, it didn’t take long until both moaned with orgasmic bliss.

  The tiny black and white television high on the wall made it difficult to see properly. Abbey squinted trying to keep her focus. She looked around for a remote. There wasn’t one. Getting up for a better view around the room, she wasn’t any luckier. “Jesus!” Realization set in. This wasn’t a television at all. It was the security system and the couple displayed turned out to be Mandy and her boyfriend. Right there, on the screen...in her room.

  Reaching up, she switched off the set and chastised herself for being so stupid. “Relax,” she told herself, taking deep breaths. “It was an innocent mistake.”

  Abbey pulled down the covers and snuggled into the bed. As she began to feel less silly and tense, she chuckled. There was a funny side to this. But she wasn’t sure Mandy and her boyfriend would see it.

  The next time she woke was just before midnight. She needed to use the washroom down the hall. The bedside lamp was just bright enough for her to find her housecoat and slippers. Gently, she turned the door handle. She could hear several voices. Obviously, Mandy was still entertaining.

  Peeking down the hall, she tried to see if the washroom was occupied and when the best time would be to make a dash for it, all without being seen. When she pulled the door a little wider, her mouth fell open. She could see all the way into the living room. Everyone was nude. A perky little brunette was on her knees sucking a cock. The fellow moaned his enjoyment. He held her head steady. Man, could she suck! She pulled and sucked so hard, her muscle cheeks had to be permanently indented.

  The man’s eyes remained shut. His head rolled from side to side as he growled his delight. There was a crowd. Others watched, some engaged in sexual activity of their own.

  Abbey’s mouth dropped. Her eyes riveted to the brunette when hot cum began to spew over her tongue and face. She reveled in it like she’d won a prize at the county fair.

  The brunette wished him happy birthday then promptly told him it was her turn. Someone threw her a towel, which she discarded to one side. She plopped on her back and opened her pussy lips in regal invitation. The small gathering chanted, lending her more gumption than she already possessed.

  Has the whole world gone mad? Abbey rubbed her eyes in case she was dreaming. She wasn’t The scene in the living room progressed slowly, tantalizingly. It made her wonder if sex was the only fuel that motored people anymore?

  No matter what she thought, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The girl’s pelvis jerked to a rhythm familiar to her partner’s. Like a choreographed dance, the two grooved perfectly in tune with each other. They moved in unison, the anticipated each other’s next step and they executed every action with style and a little drama. They knew all eyes watched them and they delivered big time.

  Abbey slipped unnoticed to the bathroom and back to her room. She tried to close the door on what was going on but couldn’t make herself do it. There was no stopping her from being captivated by what was happening.

  She watched as the man’s tongue sprung out, salivating her inner thighs like a horse to a salt block. “Suck me, you son-of-a-bitch,” the woman blurted.

  The burly male fought against the strength of her arms pulling on him. His muscle prevailed. Those meaty fingers of his spread her pussy lips exposing her to full view. With animated theatrics he swirled his curved tongue and followed the scent of sweet invitation. He tickled her shamelessly.

  From Abbey’s vantage point she could see the darting tongue and hear the slurping sounds. Suddenly his hands cupped her ass off the ground and his mouth sucked her like a watermelon.

  The doorbell rang. Someone yelled for the newcomer to enter which he did. It was Rick. Abbey’s blood went from warm to hot and rushed through her like a moving river. She closed the door and leaned against it. What’s he doing here? How good friends are he and Mandy? Many questions and possibilities crossed her mind. She couldn’t come up with any feasible answers. It was all so confusing.

  Her toe hit the bed- post when she scrambled back to bed. Before falling into it, she took a second to rub the toe. The rushing blood minimized the throb and sent her heart racing instead. How the hell was she supposed to sleep now? Reaching for her pill- box on the night table, she swallowed one. It took a while for a little numbness to set in. When it did, she felt her brakes take hold of her

  thoughts and was thankful for the reprise. Her dreams saturated with sexy images and one of them had a face. Rick’s. Abbey woke in the middle of the night, her fingers deep inside herself. That was it. She was one of these people. Wasn’t she? The signs began to have very defined boundaries. *****

  By eight thirty the next morning the sun streamed through the white shutters and dappled the frescoed walls and taupe satin bedding. Abbey rubbed her eyes and yawned. From a weather perspective, it promised to be a good day.

  Forcing her legs out of the bed, she pushed herself up and listened for any sounds from the other room. Because she couldn’t hear anything didn’t mean no one was about. She
reached for her housecoat and padded toward the door. With a steady hand she turned the handle and slowly pulled it open. What she could see of the living room was empty. The apartment was quiet. Holding her housecoat securely around her neck she dashed for the washroom. A hot shower was the right ticket How wonderfully luxurious. The large walk-in with multiple sprays and settings was difficult to figure out but well worth the patience.

  Back in her room, Abbey dressed and made her bed. Her old hairdryer faded in and out giving her grief. This was another thing to add to her long list of needs. After hanging up the last of her old clothes and her few new things, she headed for the kitchen and made coffee and toast. Her tummy protested with loud gurgle sounds.

  “Good morning, Abbey.”

  The voice cut through the quiet air, making her jump and spill coffee onto the marble counter top “Good morning, Mandy.”

  “I see you found everything you need. Good girl. I’m glad you’re comfortable.

  “Yes. I hope it’s all right.”

  “Of course. I would have told you myself but you didn’t surface last night.”

  “I was a little tired. It’s been a long couple of days.”

  “Actually, by the time I figured out you’d be asleep, I didn’t bother you.”

  “Your spare room is dreamy. I had to force myself up this morning.”

  “I’m forced out of bed myself. I’m looking for headache relievers. It was my boyfriend, Lorny’s birthday and we over indulged. I’m paying for it today.”

  “So, you had a good time? I mean, everybody had a good time?” Abbey asked without giving anything away.

  “Absolutely. I wish you’d joined us.” “Maybe another time.” Abbey smiled and watched her closely. “Your hang-over looks painful.” Mandy opened a cupboard and rummaged for her remedy. “It’s fucking painful. I never learn.