by Felix Baron
‘Sure.’
‘So? Want to watch me and let me watch you watching me watching you and so on?’
‘I’m game.’
‘Then we’re all set up for it.’ She perched her pretty bottom on the edge of her bed. Three feet opposite her, there was an oversized Cheval mirror, tilted slightly forward. To her left on the bed was an assortment of lotions and sex toys. They were mainly what they call dildos, or so Rolf suspected. He was far from being an expert on the subject. One toy in particular caught his attention. It had a cord that was plugged into the wall. It was a shaft of about eighteen inches that had a textured sphere the size of a tennis ball at one end. Surely it wasn’t designed to penetrate a woman? At least, he hoped it wasn’t. It’d be a hard act to follow.
Trixie patted the bed to her right. ‘Come on!’
Rolf sat beside her, feeling the heat from her body on his thigh.
Trixie looked at him. ‘No. I think kneeling up beside me would be best. Do you mind?’
Rolf was puzzled but Trixie was ‘mistress of ceremonies’ so he knelt up on the bed.
‘Legs apart a bit, please Rolf.’ She lolled back on one elbow, half-turned towards him, her face behind his clenched bottom. Her left leg folded up to bring its heel onto the edge of the bed. Her right leg stretched, toes pointed, and swung aside to press its thigh against Rolf’s knee. The mirror’s view was straight up between her thighs, directly at her sex.
‘Do I have a pretty pussy, Rolf?’ she asked.
‘Gorgeous.’
‘And you have a beautiful cock, Lover. They make a handsome pair, don’t they.’
He grunted his agreement. Trixie picked up a cylindrical container and squirted clear fluid into one hand. ‘This is just a lubricant, Rolf. It gets warm on your skin, which is kind of nice.’ She massaged oil into her pussy and passed the container up to him. ‘See how it feels on your cock.’
As he self-consciously rubbed the oil onto his stiff shaft, very aware that she was watching what he was doing in the mirror, she opened a small jar.
‘Clit cream,’ she explained. ‘It tingles – makes my clit more sensitive.’
‘Oh?’
‘Maybe we could try it on the head of your cock sometime, but not right now. It feels nice but it doesn’t taste so good.’
Rolf absorbed the implications of that remark.
‘Watch me, Lover. Watch the naughty things I do to myself.’
‘You’re a bad girl, Trixie. Show me how bad you are.’
‘Oh, I will!’ Her left hand went behind her. Its fingers reappeared from below and between her thighs and caressed the sensitive spot just below where her pussy’s lips met at the bottom. Her right hand gripped the bulge of her sex, covering it, and compressed, kneading the deeper pink plumpness, squeezing hard and manipulating the tender flesh mercilessly.
Rolf’s hand began to pump.
Her voice deeper and huskier, Trixie said, ‘Watch. Watch this.’ Her right hand cupped her pussy, the heel of her palm pressing on her pubic mound. One finger curled down and penetrated her inflamed sex. Another followed, and a third. The skin over her knuckles whitened as she crushed her own flesh against the hardness of her pubic bone. Her hips and thighs trembled. The muscles in her tummy bunched and relaxed.
‘Does that feel good?’ Rolf asked, in awe at the privilege he was being afforded.
‘Mm. Stroke yourself more, Lover. I’m watching you.’
Rolf’s hips pushed forward. Suddenly, he was proud of doing something he’d been ashamed of for most of his life. That was her gift to him, erasing his shame.
‘Your balls sway,’ she told him. ‘Nice balls. Nice big balls.’
‘They’re all yours,’ he said.
She giggled. ‘I’ll cherish them, Lover.’ The three fingers that’d been buried inside her withdrew. She lifted them to her lips and sucked the glistening juices from one before stretching up to offer the other two to his mouth. She really was delicious. When he released her fingers, they took his left hand and guided it down to her lolling right breast. ‘Play with my tit, Rolf. I’m a greedy little bitch.’
He rolled her nipple.
She said, ‘Watch the mirror. Watch closely.’
Rolf concentrated. For a moment he couldn’t see that she was doing anything but then the subtle movements of the middle finger of her left hand became apparent. Its pad was making tight little circles, right on the striated pucker of her bottom’s hole. She really liked that? It had been in their phone fantasy, of course, but he’d thought she’d introduced it just to please him and that in real life it was only for gays or was something brutal men forced women to endure. He stared in disbelief as the tip of her finger disappeared, then one joint, then two, then she pulled it back and thrust it in again, finger-fucking her own bum!
Rolf forced his right hand to slow down. The exhibition of wanton and perverse lust that Trixie was putting on for him was so exciting he might come at any moment, but he wanted to make the intense pleasure last.
‘Would you lick me there, some day, Rolf?’
‘Lick you?’
‘My bum hole. Would you?’
He croaked, ‘Yes.’
‘Me too – you. You’d like that, Rolf?’
‘Yes.’
‘Am I shocking you?’
He admitted, ‘Yes, but I’m loving it.’
‘Me too. I like to talk dirty and I like it that I can still shock a sophisticated man of the world, like you.’
Rolf wasn’t about to argue but doubted that his adolescent fumblings and his rather sedate love-making during his marriage qualified him as a ‘sophisticated man of the world’.
She lifted the three fingers of her right hand and held them immediately above her pussy. ‘I’m bad, Rolf. I’ve got a very bad cunt. Can you say that word, Rolf, “cunt”?’
‘Cunt.’
‘Thank you, Lover.’ Her three fingers slapped down, making a ‘splat’, and rose and fell, again and again. ‘I’m punishing my cunt for being so bad, Rolf. Bad cunt, bad, bad, bad, bad!’ Her breath came faster. ‘Rolf? Rolf, Lover? I’m going to come, but you mustn’t, please. I can come again, fast. Rolf, my hair, please? Take hold of my hair. Tight!’
He released the nipple he’d been torturing and gripped a fistful of her hair. She strained against his hold, making it hurt, and accelerated the tattoo of slaps she was raining on her sex. Rolf was fascinated by her image in the mirror; by the way she was punishing her pussy; by the livid marks his fingers had left around her nipple; by the way the tendons stood out on each side of her neck, but mostly by the way her wet mouth was working and by the fury of lust that blazed from her eyes.
By instinct, he twisted his left wrist, forcing her throat to arch as her head was dragged backwards on her neck. His right hand abandoned his cock. His pleasure could wait. Her ecstatic convulsions were a miracle that he was privileged to be allowed some small participation in.
Her eyes went staring blank. Her lips distorted and parted in a silent scream. Without knowing why, Rolf clamped his right palm over her mouth, sealing it, bottling her orgasmic shout inside her heaving chest.
Trixie spasmed. Rolf released her, suddenly afraid that he’d hurt her. She toppled back, rigid, legs straining, and slowly relaxed. Her sparkling blue eyes blinked open and gazed up at him, filled with both tears and love.
‘Lover,’ she gasped, ‘that was incredible.’
‘I didn’t . . .?’
‘Hurt me? Only in a good way, Rolf. Everything you did to me was absolutely perfect, as if we’d made love a thousand times before and you knew my every need.’ She eyed his cock. ‘You didn’t . . .?’
‘No.’
‘Thank you. I don’t want to miss it, when you do. Could you get me a martini, Lover? There’s a pitcher already made, in the fridge. It’ll take me just long enough for us to drink one each, to recover, and then I’ll show you what some of my little friends here . . .’ She waved at the array of toys and lotions bes
ide her. ‘. . . can do.’
No longer self-conscious about walking around naked, Rolf went to the kitchen. That was some selection of sex toys she had. It was understandable, her being such a sensuous woman and having been celibate for so long. Not that she’d actually said she hadn’t had any men in her life since the death of her husband. He just knew she hadn’t. It was important that she hadn’t, even if that was unreasonable.
Hadn’t she said that she didn’t dare go into sex-shops and had bought her vibrator from a catalogue? It had to be a very interesting catalogue, if she’d bought all those gadgets from it. Maybe he could get a copy and buy her a treat or two. Maybe he’d just call the company and have them send her one each of everything they had.
Trixie consumed her martini in two swallows. She smacked her lips. ‘Ready for round two, Lover?’ She eyed his cock, which was still close to rigid, and added, ‘That was a silly question. I can see how ready you are. This time you will come, OK?’
She patted the bed again. Rolf resumed his kneeling position beside her. She half-turned, to lean back on his thighs, and rubbed her cheek against his shaft. Trixie said, ‘My cunt is a greedy little cunt, Rolf. It likes me to use three toys at once. Would you like to see that?’
He nodded and added a ‘Yes’, in case she hadn’t seen his head move.
‘First . . .’ She took up the bottle of lubricant. The fingers of her left hand parted the lips of her sex. She jetted copious amounts of oil all over her sex, and into it. Both of her hands massaged the liquid into her skin. When she stopped, the entire deep pink area was glistening and dripping.
‘Slippery,’ she said, with relish. She wiped her hands on his thigh and selected two vibrators from her collection. One was likely the one she’d described over the phone, a simple cylinder. She twisted its base. It began to hum. Unceremoniously, she slid it between the lips of her cunt to two-thirds of its nine-inch length. Holding it there with the fingers of her right hand, she picked up another length of plastic in her left, about the same length but flexible and no thicker than a pencil except for its handle, with a cherry-sized ball at the end.
Rolf started stroking his cock again. His free hand caressed the soft warm skin of Trixie’s cheek and neck.
Her left hand reached down behind her. This time, Rolf expected it when it reappeared from underneath her, between her thighs. He held his breath. The ball rotated on the pucker of Trixie’s anus. She pressed, and it disappeared into her. Bit by bit, she worked at least five supple inches of plastic up into her rectum.
Holding both toys by their bases in one hand, from beneath her, she pulled them back a couple of inches and then worked them back in.
Rolf rubbed his cock harder. Trixie had shown him enough obscenities in the brief time he’d known her that this one didn’t shock him very much, but it still had the power to excite him.
And to think he’d secretly lusted after her daughter! Penny was certainly beautiful and seductively innocent, but a mere girl just couldn’t compare with this experienced woman for sexiness. He was sure that Trixie’d cured him of any perverse feelings he’d had for her daughter. Come to that, if he had Trixie, he’d never look at any other woman again, ever.
‘Pump that stiff cock, Lover,’ she encouraged. ‘Stroke nice for me.’ Her right hand took up the giant shaft with the tennis-ball end. Her thumb flicked a switch. It trembled, growling in her hand like a leashed tiger. Trixie bit her lower lip and pressed the vibrating ball against the base of her pubic mound. Her thighs parted further to accommodate it. As best Rolf could see, it was squeezed against the left side of her protuberant clitoris.
In a very matter-of-fact voice, she said, ‘I can’t take very much of this, Rolf. I’ll be coming quite soon.’ Her tone changed, becoming strangled. ‘I’ll be . . . Oh God, this is so good.’
Rolf’s thumb found the corner of Trixie’s mouth. She twisted her head to take its pad between her teeth. She bit down as she worked the big vibrator harder against the polyp of her clit. Strained noises came from her throat. Rolf pumped himself as hard as he could, thinking it might be special if they climaxed at the same time.
They didn’t. A coughing grunt wracked her tiny body. Trixie toppled back, letting her three toys fall, two to the floor but the big one onto the bed. No sooner had she collapsed than she bounced back up, avidly intent on Rolf’s cock.
‘Give it to me!’ she commanded, brushing his hand aside. ‘This time, you are going to come!’ Her left hand took over. Her mouth opened to take the head of his cock inside, on her tongue. She nodded, hard and fast, fucking his cock with her mouth. Her right hand lifted the big vibrator off the bed and pressed it up behind Rolf’s balls.
He came instantly and so copiously that although she gulped as fast as she could, his jism trickled from the corner of her mouth. She poked her tongue out to show him his own cream, pooled on it, then swallowed and licked her lips.
She gazed up at Rolf. ‘So, there was something you wanted to discuss?’
Rolf took a deep breath. His mind slowly cleared. He slid off the bed and knelt before Trixie. ‘Trixie,’ he asked, ‘will you marry me?’
She giggled.
‘What’s funny?’
‘Sorry, but there you are, kneeling, stark naked, your lovely cock dangling between your thighs, and here I am, just as naked, with the taste of your come still fresh in my mouth. You have to admit, Rolf, that it isn’t the classical image of a proposal.’
‘I guess not. Anyway, will you?’
‘Of course I will, Lover. I’ve been hoping you’d propose but I didn’t expect it so soon. I was ready to work for it much longer.’
‘Work for it?’
‘Work that I love, I promise you. Yes, I’ll marry you, Rolf Carmichael, but on one condition.’
‘Anything. What condition?’
‘A pre-nup. I’m comfortably off but you are much wealthier than I am, Rolf. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a gold-digger who’s married you for your money.’
He grinned. ‘That won’t be necessary, Trixie. My wife – she was the best estate lawyer in New York. Everything I own is entailed in a trust that it’d take a Presidential order to break. I have an ample income but the capital is safe, even from me. Only Andrew possibly can inherit.’
‘Well, that saves time, doesn’t it? Lunch break, Lover? There’s lots of left-overs from that hamper you brought, and we’ll have a couple of drinks to celebrate, and then we can resume our fun and games. You, my mighty bull, are going to be ridden like no bull was ever ridden before, and that’s a promise!’
‘Oh!’ he said. ‘I’m forgetting. I have a ring for you. It’s in my pants pocket.’
Sixteen
Penny didn’t get back till half after five. When she arrived, both her Mom and Rolf were respectably dressed, although both had damp hair. She oohed and aahed over her Mom’s antique engagement ring; nine flawless half-carat diamonds set in white gold. She congratulated the betrothed couple and hugged them both with bubbling enthusiasm.
When Rolf phoned him, Andrew wanted to come back for the wedding. Rolf told him, ‘You can’t take time out from your studies at this crucial point, son. Anyway, it’ll just be a City Hall quickie, to make us legal. Trixie and I plan to have a great big church wedding, with a fancy reception, but not until after you graduate. You’ve only got one last semester to wait. Son, maybe we’ll make it a double wedding then, huh?’
They set a date, in just four weeks. While Penny was in the kitchen preparing supper, Trixie perched on Rolf’s knee and put her lips to his ear.
‘Lover,’ she whispered, ‘I want our wedding night to be really special.’
‘It will be.’
‘What I mean is, if we’re making crazy love day and night from now till then, that’d be our honeymoon, done and over before we’re actually married. Would you mind terribly if we saved ourselves from now until after we’re married?’
‘You mean?’
‘No actual – you know.
We can kiss and cuddle and pet all we like, but no actual penetration?’
He must have looked dubious because she added, ‘I won’t let you suffer too much, Lover, I promise. I wouldn’t count any small services my hands might be able to perform for you as breaking our deal.’
Well, that’d be better than nothing, and after he’d endured a brief period of abstinence, there was sure to be more wild sex than he’d ever enjoyed, every night, for the rest of his life.
‘It won’t be easy,’ he told her, ‘but I can wait if you can.’
The following twenty-eight days were hectic. Rolf had to put in extra time at his office, just to clear his desk. If they were going to honeymoon abroad, Trixie needed a passport. Her co-op was to be put on the market. They decided to keep Rolf’s apartment as a town residence but to live in the Hamptons, in a ‘real house’. They found a relatively modest six-bedroom home on five and a half very private acres, mainly wooded and backing onto a conservation forest, not far from the village of Sag Harbor. It had five bathrooms, including an en suite to the master bedroom that was big enough to live in, with a sunken Jacuzzi whirlpool bath made for two. Trixie loved the stainless steel kitchen, though she admitted to not being much of a cook. In particular, she admired the garbage compactor and the garborator. Rolf couldn’t understand why, unless she liked them because both vibrated when in use.
Penny fell for the pool in the back, which was kidney-shaped, surrounded by rock gardens and enclosed by a ten-foot privacy fence on three sides. The fourth side consisted of a shed for the pool equipment, a changing room and a dry sauna. ‘I’ll be able to tan all summer, and no strangers are going to be able to see me if my bikini happens to be a bit revealing.’
Trixie added, ‘That’s right! Maybe I’ll get an itsy-bitsy bikini, too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Rolf?’