The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  After a few moments, Silk lay down beside her and put a bony hand on her back. She flinched and quickly moved to the far side of the bed. “No,” she whimpered, “please no...don’t touch me.” Silk was completely naked. It made me sick to look at him. To see this filthy old bastard lying there in the bed beside my wife, his yellow skin splotched red, his wrinkled ass and dirty feet. I had seen him naked before, but now he looked even more repulsive: his concave chest and scrawny neck, the fringe of greasy hair around his bald-head, his large hooked nose, his cracked lips wet with spit. He was small and cruel and looked like some cadaverous evil risen up from Hell.

  It was obvious to all of us that Lisa hated and feared him. She buried her head in her hands and began to sob. Silk grinned at us, showing his broken yellow teeth. “The uppity bitch still thinks she’s too fuckin good for Silk,” he said. “Well, she ain’t.” He reached across Lisa’s back and put his hand under her, cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple. Lisa cried out in pain, and tried to scramble away from him. Silk had one arm around her waist holding her. I stood up, but Frank quickly motioned for me to sit.

  Silk dug his long fingernails into Lisa’s breast pulling her around to face him. “That hurt?” he asked.

  “Oh, God, yes, please let go!” Lisa cried, still struggling in his grasp.

  “Well, unless you open up that sweet mouth of yours for old Silk, he just might cut your little nipple right off.” He twisted her nipple viscously. She screamed. Silk smiled and, with one hand, pinned her arms back over her head. He lay down on top of her. “I’m waitin, baby,” he sneered. She turned her face away. Once more he dug his long fingernails into her tortured nipple.

  “Agggh,” she cried, “please, no more.”

  “Well then?” Silk took his hand from her breast and turned her head back so that she had to look up at him.

  Closing her eyes, she parted her lips to take his tongue. After a moment he raised up and, still holding her arms against the mattress, leaned over her. “You like that, you like kissing old Silk?” he asked, a thin strand of saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Lisa had not opened her eyes. She refused to answer. “Maybe you’d like me to play with your other nipple, maybe that’s what you’d like,” Silk grinned at her. Lisa started to speak but couldn’t. She shook her head. “Say it,” Silk demanded.

  In a small voice she whispered, “Yes, I like it.”

  “Show me,” Silk demanded and released her arms. “Prove to me how much you like Frenchin old Silk.”

  Desperately Lisa looked at Frank hoping that he would interfere. He shook his head. Angrily, Silk reached down and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Goddamn it!” he shouted, “I ain’t tellin you again.” Giving up, she took his skeleton head between her hands and pulled him down and, once more, opened her mouth to him. They lay there kissing for a long time. It was obscene, his emaciated body on top of my wife’s, his wart encrusted skin pressing against hers, his filthy feet touching hers. She kept her eyes closed, but her lips remained parted. He snaked his dark tongue between them. Then, quickly he rolled over forcing her to kneel above him. “Give me your titties,” he said.

  Lisa cupped her small breasts and leaned over him so that he could suck them.“Now you do me,” he said, and pushed her down to his chest. She kissed his nipples. He guided her head down to his stomach. She licked him and was soon sucking his horrible brown cock.

  Frank, who was sitting on the side of the bed next to them, whispered in Lisa’s ear. She sat up. “Oh, please Frank...no, please,” she begged.

  “Do it!” Frank ordered. “And say it so we all can hear.”

  She knelt between Silk’s legs, looking down at him. It was clear that of all she had gone through, of all the men who had used her: Ryan and Al, Carl, the General, Teddy, Dooley, and Frank himself, Silk was the worst. There was no question that she despised him. We all saw it. It was also clear that he hated her as well.

  “Speak up,” Frank repeated.

  “Will you...”Lisa began. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Will you...will you fuck my...my ass again?” she said.

  “Did you forget the fuckin please and thank-you words?” Silk chuckled. “I want to hear you beg.”

  “Please fuck...please fuck my...my...ass,” she whispered.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Silk said. “You might even get to like it.” He reached out to rub the inside of her thighs. “I was the first, wasn’t I? I mean I was the first to fuck your virgin ass. That must mean something. Right? Tell me.”

  Lisa bowed her head watching his grimy fingers slide up toward her wet pussy. “Yes, you were the first...the first and only man to...to...fuck my...my ass.”

  “Yeah, go on,” Silk demanded, “tell us what that means.”

  “I...I...guess it means...it means you and I are...we are somehow...we are in some special way...” she searched for the right word.“In some special way... connected, “ she said.

  “That’s fuckin right!” Silk squealed. “Ain’t no one gonna be first again. Only one man can be first and it was me. You ain’t never gonna forget the man what was first. Yeah, Mrs. Lindal, you damn well ain’t better than old Silk. You and old Silk is sure as hell connected...connected forever.” He sat up and gestured for her to move. “Now, I’m gonna be second...first and second to fuck your ass. I think maybe your sweet ass belongs to me.” He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks. “Ain’t I right?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded, “I suppose you’re right.” She paused, no doubt thinking about the truth of his statement. “Yes, you were the first so in a very real way...you...you and I...” she couldn’t finish.

  She moved to the center of the bed and pressing her head against the mattress raised her buttocks. Silk knelt behind her. “Spread,” he ordered. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart for him. Her anal opening was still red and sore. Frank looked across at me and smiled and winked. Silk drove his cock in hard and quick. Lisa screamed. Silk pumped her. In a few minutes she was pushing back against him trying, it seemed, to make him come. “You like it, you hot bitch...you like it, don’t you?” he hissed.

  “Yes,” she said, “I like it.” With that, Silk came inside her. After a moment, his limp prick fell out of her anus, and he rolled over on his side. Lisa remained in the kneeling position, her ass raised and her head against the stained sheet. She was trembling. She used the edge of the sheet to wipe the tears from her eyes.

  From across the room, Dooley said, “I bet Frank’s cocksucker still wants more. I bet she ain’t had enough fucking. Right?”

  Lisa lifted her head and sat up. “Yes...yes I am,” she said. “Please, Frank, please...do it...do me again.”

  “Goddamn,” Frank growled, “after being reminded time and again, you still forget to say the words.”

  Blushing, Lisa bowed her head then raised it to look at Frank, “I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that...that I have trouble saying them.” He waited for her to continue. “Please, Frank honey, fuck me again.” She moved so that she faced him directly. She spread her legs. “Fuck me, fuck me, please honey, fuck me again.”

  “You’re all over sweat, and spit, and come, and you ain’t got no make-up on.” Frank said.

  Silk climbed off the bed. “Goddamn, if she was mine, I’d fuck that tight little ass five times a day,” he muttered.

  “I’ll shower, Frank. I’ll make myself pretty for you. Please, Frank,” she pleaded. Frank grunted and gestured toward the bathroom. She quickly gathered her things, crossed the room unsteadily on her heels, and closed the door behind her. I felt sure this was part of the act, the last of Frank’s instructions to close out the evening.

  “Okay,” Frank said, looking around at his guests, “the party’s over. That’s it for tonight. You can all go now, except for Billy.”

  “I can’t believe she wants more,” Harriet said.

  Silk stood in the doorway, the red warts on his sweating body were a
lmost purple. His little brown prick hung like a skinny turd between his pathetic testicles. “That’s the way with them fuckin religious cunts, once they get some good fuckin,” he looked at me, “they can’t get enough.” He took a step back into the room, shaking a bony finger, “She liked it, Billy boy, no matter what she says, she like my cock up her ass. I could tell, Billy, I could tell.” Frank waved him toward the door.

  After he had gone into the other room, Frank turned to me. “Billy, you make me and your wife a couple of drinks.” I went into the kitchen. I could hear them dressing and getting their coats. No one said much. They yelled goodbye to Frank, and then I heard the front door shut.

  When I returned, Frank was sitting back in his big chair, his eyes closed. His robe had come loose exposing his huge white belly and hairless crotch and legs. I noticed traces of Lisa’s lipstick on his balls. Without opening his eyes, he extended a hand for his drink. I gave it to him and placed his other on the small table next to his chair. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Frank sipped his Scotch, then put it down and seemed to fall asleep. I sat on the couch waiting. Even though I tried to force them out of my mind, the scenes of the night’s activities kept coming back. After a long time, the bedroom door opened. Frank shifted his body but did not open his eyes.

  Lisa wore a new gown and another new pair of heels. Both were white. The gown bared her shoulders and had a low scooped neckline, it was very full and reached to the floor. In a way, it looked old-fashioned, like a teenager’s first suggestive nightie. If she were to twirl around, it would lift gently. It was so sheer that her naked body was clearly visible under it. Relieved that the others were gone, she seemed fresh and eager.

  She glanced quickly at me, then crossed to stand beside Frank. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Kiss it,” he said. She dropped to her knees and leaning over his spread legs, placed a soft kiss on his pale, limp cock. “Good,” he opened his eyes and gestured for her to stand. He looked at her for the first time since she’d come into the room. “Yes,” he said, nodding in approval, “sweet and pure, like a young virgin.” Lisa bowed her head and blushed. It was the first time I’d heard him compliment her. “Since you did so good tonight, I got a little present for you. It’s in my top drawer under the socks. Get it.”

  Lisa went to the bedroom and returned with a rectangular plastic box. “It’s the tape,” Frank said. “The original. There ain’t no copy. You can trust me on that.” Lisa stood beside him, the tape clutched tightly in both hands. “You got a couple more days under our agreement, but I’m letting you off early for good behavior.” He sat up and chuckled, “Jesus, ain’t none of them going to forget this night.”

  I stood. Frank turned toward me and nodded. “That’s right, Billy, it’s all over. I told you I get tired of women pretty quick. I ain’t quite bored with little Lisa here, but I would be before much longer. So, you get your coats and gather her stuff together and then take her home. The tape is yours. I think you ought to burn it. Burn it tonight.”

  I went to the closet for our coats while Lisa returned to the bedroom. After a few minutes, she came out carrying in one hand a shopping bag filled with her clothes. In the other was the videotape.

  “Put your coat on over the gown,” Frank directed. “It ain’t far to your place and no sense in changing.” He paused to look at us both. “I expect you two have a reason to celebrate and a lot of missed fucking to make up for.” He smiled. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed us. Then, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.

  Lisa and I quickly buttoned our coats and, without a word to Frank, were out the door and into the cold, crisp night. I had taken the shopping bag. Lisa held the tape. I pulled her close to me as we started down the icy walk. “Lisa,” I almost shouted, “Lisa, honey, it’s over...it’s finally over!”

  “Yes,” she said, “it’s over.” Before we’d gone ten more steps, she stopped. She looked at me for a moment and reached up to touch my face. In spite of the bitter cold, her hand felt hot on my cheek. There were tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she turned and ran back to Frank’s apartment.

  Forcing myself to think that she’d just forgotten something, I stood and waited. When she didn’t reappear, I followed her. The door was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it quietly behind me. I stood in the hall looking into the living room. Neither Frank nor Lisa seemed aware of me, but I’m sure they knew I was there. Lisa had removed her coat and dropped it on the floor. Frank still lay back in his chair, his robe open, his fat legs slightly parted. Lisa stood before him. Frank glanced up at her and scowled, “What you come back for? I thought I told you to go home.”

  “Please, honey,” Lisa began in a small, fearful voice, “I...I’m not sure, but...but maybe...I mean...I’d like to...to...finish my thirty days and...and maybe...”

  “Maybe what?” Frank asked.

  Lisa didn’t answer. “Maybe what?” Frank repeated.

  “Stay,” she said.

  “I told you I get bored with women real quick. Besides, I don’t want no cunt hanging around here. Got no time for that shit.”

  Lisa took a tentative step forward. “Honest, honey, I won’t be any trouble. You won’t even know I’m here except when you want me.”

  “Want you for what?”

  “When you want me to...to...suck your cock, honey. And I’d be here when you want to fuck me. I love when you fuck me.”

  “Yeah, well what if I got tired of fucking you? What if all I wanted you to do was suck me off and lick my ass?”

  Lisa made a little sound, then got to her knees. “Yes, honey,” she said softly, “I’d do that for you.”

  Frank’s cock began to stiffen. “Well, you can’t stay here. What if I gave you to Harriet and Teddy for awhile and sent for you when I needed a cocksucker?”

  Lisa hesitated, then said, “Yes, honey, that would be okay.”

  “You’d belong to them while you were there.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  “How about Dooley and the General. Maybe I’d send you over there to spend some time taking care of our black brothers. Maybe Nora could give you some training?”

  She put her hand out gently to touch Frank’s cock. “Yes, honey, I’ll do Dooley and the General. I’ll do whatever Nora...whatever you and Nora want.”

  Frank sat for a moment looking at her. “I noticed, and so did everyone else tonight, that you ain’t very fond of old Silk.”

  “Oh, Frank, he’s awful.” Lisa inched back from between Frank’s legs. “Just thinking about him makes my stomach...makes me feel like…no, Frank, not Silk. The thought of him ever touching me again. Frank, no, I couldn’t. Anything or anyone else, but not him.” She shook her head, “No, not him. He’s filthy, he smells bad and, Frank, he’s mean, really mean. I’d be so afraid. I think he hates me, Frank. He hates all women. Once he said that you were too easy. He said that if he had me for a week he would...oh, Frank I couldn’t…not Silk...anyone but Silk!”

  “Silk’s my best friend. What’s his is mine, and what’s mine is his. That’s the way it is with us. So, pick up your coat and get the hell out of here.” Frank sank back in the chair and closed his eyes once more.

  I watched as Lisa crawled away and reached for her coat. She stood up and began to put it on. Then, suddenly she let it drop and quickly fell to her knees before Frank. She leaned forward to kiss his cock.

  “You don’t hear so good,” Frank said looking down at her.

  “Yes, Frank,” Lisa whispered, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  I could see that she was trembling. “Even...even Silk,” she said.

  Frank studied her. “Suppose,” he began, “suppose I wanted to give you to Silk not for one week but for a couple of weeks. Suppose I sent you over there to move in with him. He’s got some filthy rooms above the Waterside Deli.”

  Lisa was crying. She bowed her head and began to shake it, but after a moment she straightened
up and, getting herself under control, placed her hands on Frank’s knees. “Yes,” she said, “I’d go if that’s what you wanted.”

  “And while you’re there you’d do whatever he says, and keep it all on a tape for me to play later?’

  “Yes, yes but he...he will,” she looked away, then back at Frank. “Yes, I’ll do whatever he says and keep it on a tape for you.”

  “He really gets off fucking your ass. He’ll want to fuck your ass. You heard him tonight. He’ll fuck your ass a lot. Every day, maybe twice a day. You ready to take Silk’s prick up your ass a couple times a day?”

  The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks. “I...I...don’t think I...” she paused and swallowed. “Yes, honey. I...I’d do it. I’d let him take me like that.”

  “It’s not a question of you letting him take you. You’ll be his, Silk’s woman. You’ll do what he tells you to do. I’m not saying this is just a possibility. I’m saying that if you stay it’s going to happen.”

  Again, Lisa looked away for a moment. “You mean,” she began turning back to Frank, “you mean I’ll belong to him, like I belong to you?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean, Frank said. “And if you stay here tonight, you know the deal. I’m gonna give you to him for maybe two weeks, and give you to him real soon.”

  A shudder went through her body. I was certain she would get up and leave. Instead, she nodded, “Yes, I understand,” she said softly.

  “When I give you to Silk for awhile, you’ll belong to him. Your body will be his. I mean your mouth, your cunt, and your ass. He can do whatever the hell he wants to you. And he can give you to his friends and strangers on the fuckin’ street. You’ll be Silk’s woman. Say it.”

  “I’ll belong to Silk. He can do what he wants to me. I’ll be his woman.”

  Frank leaned forward and stared at her. “You heard Silk tonight. He sure as hell hates you. You’re right about him being mean. I ain’t gonna be there. He’ll have you on your knees begging him to fuck your ass.”