Loading...Another hectic night at the Perrytowne Tavern, the bar filled with boys guzzling Rolling Rock and the restaurant finally clearing out after a busy dinner rush. Carrie blew a strand of curly blonde hair off her forehead and sidled behind the bar. She didn’t have an order to fill but Erica was tending bar tonight and that was all the excuse she needed. She watched the tall, dark-haired girl fill a pitcher with Bud and tried to look nonchalant.
“Busy night.”
“Same as always,” Erica said without looking back. The two girls wore the same informal uniform-white oxford shirt, blue rep tie, black miniskirt, black flats. They were both very pretty, so pretty they had to constantly rebuff the drunken advances of their customers, but they were, in appearance, total opposites-Carrie a petite blonde with pale blue eyes and a peaches-and-cream complexion, Erica a tall, tan brunette with long, long legs.
But they had much more in common than good looks, Carrie thought, barely concealing a giddy smile.
No one was looking, so she dared. She stepped close behind Erica, pretending to reach for an empty pitcher, and put her hand on Erica’s ass. She gave the warm, firm flesh a squeeze. “Still coming over tonight?”
Erica didn’t answer for a long second, but then she turned and smiled, her white teeth brilliant in the low light. “Of course, lollipop.”
Carrie floated back to the restaurant side, walking on air, happier that she knew was possible. It was three weeks since that night when Erica invited herself to Carrie’s apartment after work, the two girls sharing a bottle of Merlot and secrets about each other’s disappointing love lives.
Carrie was only 21 but she’d been with quite a few boys, and quite a few men, and hated herself for giving her body away so easily. She told Erica this and her friend said, “You need to find someone who appreciates how special you are.” There was an awkward silence, Carrie filled her wineglass and set the bottle on the coffee table, hoping Erica would say something to ease the tension, but when she turned Erica’s face was right there, inches away, her lips so close Carrie couldn’t help but lean forward and touch them with her own.
They made love all night long, Erica taking the lead, obviously not the first time she’d been with a woman. She was only five years older than Carrie but she thought of her tall, sexy friend as so much more mature, more sophisticated. Erica was a mankiller, dating boys by the dozen, breaking their hearts with a toss of her long black hair. Carrie thought she could never be so strong, so confident. She didn’t even know she was in love with Erica until that first kiss.
Carrie’s nipples tingled as she remembered how it felt when Erica’s lipsticked lips closed around them, suckled them into stiff knots, and then how she kissed and licked her way down Carrie’s curvy body until she buried her tongue between Carrie’s legs and made her moan and writhe and beg for mercy. After she came a third time Erica lifted her head from Carrie’s pussy and said, “I love licking you, lollipop.” That was her nickname now, and she loved it.
“Who needs boys?” was their inside joke, the one they told after they made love. Who needs boys who think shouting “Boo-ya!” during a basketball game counts as witty conversation, who think wearing a baseball back backwards qualifies as high fashion, who think sticking you a dozen times with their stubby cocks passes for lovemaking?
She sashayed around the low wooden partition that separated the bar and restaurant and that’s when she saw him, settling into a high-backed wooden chair at Table 7. Carrie stopped in her tracks. He was one of the biggest men she’d ever seen. He was tall, six-foot-four at least, and girthy as an NFL nose tackle. He carried his weight in his chest and thighs, not his gut. She edged around to the side, to get a look at him in profile. He wore sandals, loose black trousers, and a black linen button-down shirt. He was huge but the casual clothes hung on him as though they were tailor-made.
His head was clean-shaven, his scalp as deeply tanned as the rest of him. He was about 45 years old and quite handsome, with dark, slick eyes and angled eyebrows that gave his face a expression of intense concentration. His lips were full and sensuous, and pursed gently as he waited patiently for Carrie to make her appearance.
“Hi, welcome to the Perrytowne Tavern,” she said, setting a menu before the immense man. “Can I get you something to drink? Our special tonight is bottles of Rolling Rock for two dollars.”
The man’s dark eyes slowly moved up her body, taking his time, seeming to memorize her figure before they finally fixed on her eyes with a penetrating gaze. “My dear, do you have Bass Ale?
She swallowed and nodded, their eyes still locked. “Sure do.”
“I would like a pitcher, then.”
“A whole pitcher?”
The corners of his mouth rose a quarter-inch. “Please.”
She backed away, unable to look away, until she knocked over a chair and broke the spell with the crash. She straightened the chair with shaking hands. She thought she felt his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back, but when she tucked her chin against her shoulder and snuck a peek back at him she saw him placidly perusing the menu. She went to the half-counter where waitresses on the restaurant side placed their drink orders and Erica said, “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Nothing. Just…see that man over there, at table 7?”
Erica looked over Carrie’s shoulder, and her dark brows rose. “Wow. Did he say something to you?”
“No, it was just the way he looked at me. It wasn’t scary, just…really intense.”
“He looks like Brando in Apocalypse Now.” Erica was staring at him now, the big man oblivious to the two girls brazenly scoping him out. “He’s…compelling.” She continued to stare and Carrie felt the first tinglings of jealousy stirring within her. But she wasn’t sure if she was jealous toward Erica or her mysterious customer. She was confused. For the past three weeks she was convinced she was a lesbian, thrilled that she at last understood her sexuality. But this man disturbed her. He was big and heavy and bald and when she looked at him she got butterflies.
“I need a pitcher of Bass,” she reminded Erica.
“Oh, sure.” She filled the pitcher with dark amber beer and handed it to Carrie without looking at her. She only had eyes for the man at table 7.
Carrie set the pitcher on the table and poured a frothy pint. He closed his eyes as he took a long, deep drink. “Ambrosia,” he sighed. He opened his dark eyes and smiled up at her. “Thank you, my angel.”
A flight of bumblebees took wing inside her tummy. She was his angel. Her face flushed red-hot. “What can I get you tonight?”
“I understand you have outstanding chicken wings,” he rumbled.
“Best in the city.”
“Excellent. I’ll have 20.”
She kept her smile frozen in place. “Um, they’re pretty big.”
His smile was warm and broad. “So am I, my dear, so am I.”
She giggled. He continued, “After the wings, I would like your grilled chicken Caesar salad. Then a double cheeseburger with lettuce, pickle, tomato, and mustard. A large order of French fries, a large order of onion rings, and a double order of cole slaw.” He opened the menu and took another look. “Yes, that’s everything.”
Carrie goggled at him. “I should hope so.”
He chuckled, a sound like approaching thunder. He said, “I’m a man of occasional appetite.” And then his eyes again fell to the floor, to Carrie’s legs, and slowly, deliberately, traced the contours of her body, all the way up to her own staring eyes. “Sometimes, considerable appetite.”
She thought she might swoon, might collapse on the table. He was so obvious about it, but she was too frightened to say anything. She needed air, needed to get away from the gravitational pull of his huge body. She staggered into the kitchen and placed the order.
The cook said, ‘This is for one guy?”
“He’s a big boy.”
“He’s gonna be clogging his toilet tonight, that’s for sure.” He loaded a wire basket with chicken pieces and submerged them in the boiling oil.
When Carrie left the kitchen and tried to walk past him without looking she found it impossible. He sat there with his eyes closed, his long fingers steepled under his chin, a picture of tranquility. Carrie was the polar opposite. Her face was flushed. She was sweating under her armpits. She gulped air through her mouth. And she was very, very wet between her legs. She wanted him, she couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted him inside her, hard and hot and throbbing.
Erica. She had to see Erica, right now.
She had to wait while her lover popped the tops of six Rolling Rock bottles and arranged them in a metal bucket. She finally got her attention and beckoned Erica to the half-counter that opened into the restaurant. “What?” Erica asked, irritated.
Carrie told her what the huge man ordered for dinner. “Holy shit,” Erica said, laughing.
“He’s weird, isn’t he?” she asked, hoping Erica would agree. She wanted Erica to say the big man was ugly, hideous, that she loved Carrie and wanted nothing more than to spend the night with her tongue buried between Carrie’s legs.
Instead Erica said, “He’s gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous?”
“He is. He’s different. But he’s gorgeous.” Erica looked at him and actually licked her lips. “Totally gorgeous.”
That wasn’t what Carrie wanted to hear. Another wave of jealousy surged inside her. Every good relationship she’d been in, and there hadn’t been many, ended with the boy going off with some other girl. She was terribly insecure and though she knew Erica was a lesbian it still upset her to hear her lover call the man “gorgeous”. It upset her because she thought the man was gorgeous too. And if she thought that, maybe she wasn’t a lesbian after all. And maybe Erica wasn’t either. And and and…she couldn’t slow her mind, couldn’t stop the anxiety.
She walked through the restaurant, checked on the few other occupied tables, and went to the kitchen to collect the wings. The cook loaded them in a basket lined with wax paper and Carrie put the wings, an empty basket for the bones, and a bowl of blue cheese dressing on her tray. She brought them to his table, the wings sizzling hot and so spicy the aroma rose in nearly-palpable waves. The big man opened his eyes, smiled, and took a deep breath in through his nose. “Mmm…an olfactory as well as a gustatory delight.” He looked up at her and that smile, so serene and confident, made the wetness in her armpits and crotch even worse.
“Enjoy. I’ll be back soon with your salad.”
“Thank you, my angel.”
She turned to look around and see if anyone else needed anything and saw Erica spying on the man from the bar. She took a drink order from a couple having a late dinner and Carrie found Erica still watching.
“A Molson draft and a glass of Chablis.”
“He takes such dainty little bits, like a bird,” Erica said. “What’s his name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Find out.”
“Why?”
Erica tore her eyes from the man and focused on Carrie’s baby blues. “Because it would make me happy, lollipop. I thought you cared about making me happy.”
“I do,” Carrie pleaded. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Erica said, the first time she’d ever said that, and Carrie felt her eyes well with tears. “Now find out what his name is.”
Carrie delivered the beer and wine to her customers and went to the kitchen to get the Caesar salad. When she came back out she found Erica standing by his table, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, looking at him with a coy smile on her lips.
Carrie set the salad bowl on the table with a clatter. “I’m sorry, was there something you needed?”
He slowly turned away from Erica. “I needed another pitcher and I managed to get the attention of you colleague while you were in the kitchen. The wings were excellent, and rather spicy.”
“Karl said they made his eyes water,” Erica added.
Karl. She couldn’t wait for Carrie to ask him. She had to come over and stick her nose in. Carrie roiled inside, lust and jealousy making a black, evil brew in her stomach. She saw the big man look at Erica, his hungry eyes eating her up bit by bit, and Erica standing with her hands on her hips, a sly smile on her lips, the same smile she showed Carrie just before she starting sucking on the blonde girl’s nipples. Her nipples were so hard now they ached.
“I should get back to the bar,” Erica said. “If you need anything, just ask us.”
“Thank you,” he said, then turned to Carrie, “And thank you, my angel.” She saw the flash of anger in Erica’s eyes and it thrilled her. The idea that Carrie could make her lover jealous excited her terribly. Carrie picked up the baskets filled with bones and took them to the kitchen. Before she dumped them in the trash she saw that each bone was picked absolutely clean, not a scrap of meat left behind.
The huge man ate his salad, and then his burger and fries and rings and slaw. He ate slowly, obviously relishing every bite, every sip of beer. Erica brought him a third pitcher and stayed to talk for several minutes that made Carrie grind her teeth. He drank the beer like it was water and didn’t seem at all intoxicated when she came by to ask if he wanted dessert.
A slow smile spread across his face. “My dear, I couldn’t eat another bite. I am in a state of complete and utter bliss.”
“No room for cheesecake? Hot fudge sundae?”
He closed his eyes a moment, considering it, then his lids lifted and those eyes bored into hers. “Just the check, please. ”
“The check?”
He closed his eyes. “Please.”
Carrie walked to the register in a bit of a panic. It didn’t seem possible that he might actually LEAVE. He’d been there just two hours and it was like he’d dominated her thoughts for two months. She punched up his bill, her mind in a zombie-like state.
“He’s leaving,” she told Erica.
“What?”
“He asked for his check. He’s leaving.”
Erica started around the bar. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She stalked off around the as the cash register chattered and printed up the bill. It came to the rather remarkable total of $65.54. She tore it off the printer and rushed back to his table. She and Erica only had 15 minutes to the end of their shifts. She just wanted to go home, feel Erica’s warm, naked body against her own, and go to sleep. Her strange customer had totally exhausted her.
She found Karl and Erica talking, Erica standing beside his chair, biting her lower lip seductively. Carrie set the check on the table and said, “So how was your dinner with us tonight?”
“Singularly toothsome,” he said, his voice a deep, velvety purr.
Carrie said, “I hope you don’t eat like this every night.”
A smile played at the edges of his lips. “I haven’t enjoyed beef in five years. Or alcohol.”
“Five years?”
He chuckled, a rumbling in his chest. “I live in Nepal. Life there is less…luxurious.”
Erica said, “Nepal? Why are you in Pittsburgh?”
He gave Erica his eyes. “I’m lecturing at the University. Tonight is my last night before I go home.” He chuckled again. “To the land I now call home.”
“I’d love to hear about Nepal.” Erica breathed. “We’re done at 11, could you stay and talk?”
“I’d enjoy that, but not here. The smells from the kitchen, they would distract.”
“Carrie’s apartment is only a block away,” Erica volunteered.
It was so forward, Carrie felt herself blush. Yet when the big man purred, “That is a capital idea,” she burst into nervous giggles. The two girls cleared the table, punched out, and joined him outside the restaurant.
He extended his hand to Carrie. “I’m sorry, my dear, I forget my manners. My name is Karl Hofland.”
His hand swallowed hers whole, but his grip was gentle. She worried that he would notice how sweaty it was. “I’m Carrie.”
He lifted her hand to his lips. “I’m so delighted to meet you.”
*****
They sat in Carrie’s living room, the lights turned low, drinking Zinfandel while Karl talked about Nepal. He told them about mountains that reached halfway to the moon, about his 20 years teaching English at a school in Kathmandu, about pursuing his own monastic studies at a Buddhist temple, about the terrible turmoil that followed the murder of the entire Nepalese royal family. The girls listened with rapt attention, his mellifluous voice casting a spell. Erica asked him question after question, obviously fascinated, obviously excited.
“What’s the biggest difference between here and Nepal?” Carrie asked, trying to keep up with Erica.
He took a deep breath. “The air here is so rich, I feel I’m swimming in it. In Nepal the air is painfully thin, it took me six months to acclimate. It’s much harder for someone my size. The headaches were so severe I wanted to split my skull open.”
He took in a bushel of air through his nose. His closed his eyes and turned his face to Erica. He inhaled again, and his massive jaw tightened. His eyes flashed open, they froze Erica in place. “I can smell you, sitting right here. I can smell you.”
There was a long silence. A line had just been crossed, and Carrie didn’t know what would happen next. He breathed deep again, and a rumbling “Mmm…” issued from deep in his chest.
“What do I smell like,” Erica said, failing to keep a tremor from her voice.
Again he took a deep breath. “Like a woman,” he sighed. Another deep breath. He opened his eyes and grinned like a wolf, showing his teeth. “Like a witch.” He stared at Erica for five seconds, ten, fifteen, hypnotizing her with his relentless gaze. Carrie couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. It was like she wasn’t even in the room.
Erica stood. She unbuttoned and took off her blouse, stepped out of her miniskirt, tossed her bra and panties on the floor. Karl stood and steadied her as she took off her black stockings. He didn’t say a word. He lifted Erica’s long, dark, silky hair to his nose and inhaled. He leaned down and let his nose trace the line of her neck, smelling her. He eased Erica down to the couch and draped her legs over his broad shoulders. He put his nose to her crotch and sucked in a vast cloud of her scent.
“Yes, you are a witch,” he murmured, rising up from between her legs. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, Carrie watched as her lover’s body seemed to melt into the couch. Carrie didn’t know whether she should say something, scream something, or just lock herself in the bathroom and cry.
Karl’s huge bald head slowly turned to her. “Undress, my angel.”
Carrie’s knees turned to jelly. “I can’t,” she whispered.
His smile was warm and kind. “No more games, child. Please.”
She did as she was bidden. She would do anything he asked. Tonight wasn’t a night to make difficult decisions. Tonight she would do what she wanted, and what she wanted was to obey this man’s every command.
When she was nude Karl stood to admire her. “Can you smell me?” Carrie asked timidly.
He slowly walked to her. “My dear, I could smell you in the restaurant. I tasted you in every bite I ate.” He reached out and his fingertips lightly caressed her shoulders, her hips, her stomach. He stepped close and gently seized two fistfuls of her thick, curly hair. He had to lean way down to bury his face in her hair. Carrie knew she must stink of sweat, grease, beer, and cigarette smoke, but he breathed in her odor and said, “You even smell like an angel.”
He did the same to Carrie as he had with Erica, smelling her all over. He paid careful attention to her underarms,, pulling her close so her sweaty armpits rubbed against his nose. He extended his tongue and licked the damp skin, and then he took her palm and drew his tongue from her wrist to her fingertips. He sank to his knees and put his hands on her hips and smelled the skin of her belly. He lifted his head and put his nose in the deep valley of her cleavage.
“If you couldn’t smell me before, you should be able to now,” Carrie said. She had never been more sexually excited in her life.
He took Carrie’s face in her huge hands and kissed her. His lips were firm and soft and he kissed her with such tenderness, his tongue gently probing her mouth. He had to hold her tight because her legs wouldn’t support her. She shut her eyes tight as he kissed her and she saw fireworks go off in her mind’s eye. He lifted her and carried her to the couch. He set her down next to Erica, draping their smooth legs over each other
He knelt between them and stared at the slender mohawk bikini stripe they both wore. He slid a palm up each girl’s thigh. Carrie bit her lip, waiting for him to touch her there, wanting him to touch her. He nestled his thumbs in each girl’s pubic stripe and let them slide up and down, up and down, a smile spreading over his lips.
Carrie said. “We shave each other.”
His lips twitched. “How delightful.”
His hand slid between Carrie’s legs and he moistened his thumb with her juices. He brought his thumb to Erica’s lips and she closed her lips around it and sucked hungrily. He let her lick and suck his thumb for a few seconds before he withdrew it. He did the same thing to Erica, gently rubbing his thumb in the wet folds of her labia. He offered his slippery thumb to Carrie and she grabbed his fist and thrust his thumb into her mouth. She tasted Erica’s pussy and Karl’s skin and the mix was so exciting she had to fight the urge to bite.
He extracted his thumb and lowered his bald head between Erica’s thighs. Carrie watched her friend arch her back, her body tight as a longbow. She heard the soft, moist sound of the huge man’s tongue licking Erica’s pussy. Erica arched her back further and further, shoving her vulva into Karl’s hungry mouth. “Oh, oh, God,” Erica whispered, twisting her hips left and right, grinding herself against his face. She reached and grabbed Carrie’s hand. She squeezed it and looked into her lover’s pale blue eyes. “Oh, Carrie,” she moaned.
She closed her eyes and released Carrie’s hand. She put both her hands on Karl’s massive head, pushing him in even deeper. Carrie could hear him licking Erica, sucking her, heard the deep rumbling sound in his chest, “Mmm…”
“Yes, oh, yes…yes!” Erica moaned, her entire body shaking from head to toe. Carrie had made Erica come with her tongue before, she recognized the signs, but never had she made Erica come so fast, and so violently. When Erica’s climax ended Karl rose up on his knees, licking his full, sensuous lips. He kissed Erica’s stomach, and then he slithered between Carrie’s warm, soft thighs. Carrie was already trembling, her nipples hard as stones. He kissed the inside of her thighs, then the top of her sparse pubic tuft, and then he licked lower, lower, lower.
His long, broad tongue caressed her clitoris, swirling around the silky tip, before he slid down and forced the flexible muscle inside her body. Carrie gasped, louder than Erica, unable to control herself. His lips surrounded her clitoris and sucked the bud into his mouth, and his tongue began to work on her. He didn’t slurp at her, the way most of the other boys who had consented to eat her out. He drank her. Her juices poured out of her and he greedily swallowed every drop.
She lasted less than a minute. When she came it left her speechless, she couldn’t even cry out. She squeezed her eyes so tight tears spilled from the corners and she shook from head to toe. He put his huge hands on her thighs to keep her spasming hips from breaking his relentless grip on her hot spot.
When he finished with her Karl gently wiped away each tear with a calloused fingertip. “I should get undressed too, shouldn’t I?” he said.
Erica said, “Hurry, please.”
He stood and slowly unbuttoned his black linen shirt. Carrie sat on the edge of the sofa, her thigh pressed against Erica’s, and they watched him strip. His massive chest was almost totally hairless, there was only a light patch of hair around his naval. He was heavy, but it wasn’t sloppy flab. It was just the way his huge body was built. And Carrie wanted to lick every square inch of him.
He lazily kicked off his sandals and unbuttoned his pants. Carrie turned, and saw that Erica was completely enraptured. She turned back and watched Karl unzip and remove his pants. He wore no underwear.
Carrie stared in astonishment. His penis was very large, but what surprised her was the fact that he was uncircumcised, the crown of his huge cock covered by a thin collar of translucent skin. Erica acted first, standing and walking over, reaching down to take his stiffening cock in her hands. She made a ring with her index finger and thumb and gently pulled down the foreskin, exposing the bulbous, sticky head. She smeared the gluey precum over the tip, then put her finger in her mouth. She fell to her knees and started sucking him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. He exhaled and his dark eyes closed.
Carrie slipped next to Erica and the two girls took turns fellating him. He put his massive hand on Carrie’s head and she felt his thumb caress the part in the middle of her blonde hair. He tasted different from the other men she’d given oral sex to. His taste was stronger, sharp and citric, and she loved feeling the foreskin glide back and forth over the head as she used her lips on him.
He came, quickly, without making any sign that his orgasm was near. He erupted and filled Carrie’s mouth with thick, creamy semen. She’d never swallowed come before but now she had to, and she closed her eyes and swallowed once, twice, a third time. When Erica realized he was coming she pulled his cock out of Carrie’s mouth and stuffed it between her own lips, drinking the rest of the huge man’s semen.
He said, “I apologize, my angel. That was the first orgasm I’ve enjoyed for nearly five years. I was a bit quick.” He was still hugely erect. He helped each girl stand and kissed each on the lips. “What shall we do now?”
Erica took Carrie by the hand and led her to the couch. They sat as they had before, legs overlapping. He understood what she wanted. He smiled and knelt between Erica’s legs. The couch was just high enough, at just the right angle. He grabbed his thick pole and slowly, patiently, inserted it inside Erica. “Ohhh…” she groaned. Karl slowly moved his hips back and forth, totally in control, his hands on Erica’s hips, fucking her. Carrie saw his shaft glisten with her lover’s juices. She wanted to suck him again, wanted to taste Erica and Karl all at once.
He pulled out of Erica, and act that drew an anguished “No!!” from her lover. He moved between Carrie’s splayed legs, his huge erection sticking up against his belly. She was afraid, afraid he would hurt her with his big penis. She’d never been with a man so big. She felt the fat knob lodge in her opening and her breathing became quick and shallow. “Shh, child, be easy,” he soothed. He penetrated her slowly, very slowly, Carrie felt herself widen to accommodate him, felt his cock scrape every nerve ending inside her. She looked at him and his eyes were so warm, so loving. Her dream had come true. He was inside her, hard, and hot, and throbbing.
He fucked her slowly, every thrust sending molten waves of pleasure to the base of her spine. She was so wet his cock made loud squishing noises as he pumped. Just as the heat grew deliciously unbearable he pulled out of her. “No, please,” she begged, but he was already kneeling in front of Erica, filling her again with his cock.
They went back and forth like that, Karl never giving either girl enough of his cock to fully satisfy. After a few minutes he had both girls kneel on the floor and pillow their heads on the sofa, and he took them that way, from behind. He invaded Erica and Carrie watched her friend grimace with ecstasy as he filled her with his length. She bit her lip and cooed with rapture and she reached over the put her arm around Carrie’s pale shoulders. “I never dreamed of anything this good,” she whispered.
He moved behind Carrie. She sensed his presence behind her, the wet tip of his dick scraping against her buttocks. He put his huge hands on her hips and slowly penetrated her from the rear. Carrie’s thighs trembled as his thick frank moved deep, deeper, deeper inside her. He held her hips tight and fucked her, fucked her faster and faster, Carrie backing her ass into every thrust, and just before the biggest climax of her life exploded inside her he pulled out and moved in behind Erica. He fucked her with strokes so powerful Erica’s hair splashed in her face. He moved back to Carrie and screwed her like some tireless engine, his piston well-oiled by her pussy.
Both girls writhed and moaned as he took turns with them. “Please,” Erica said. “I can’t stand it anymore!”
He stood and took a step back. “I thought you two were lovers.”
“We are.” Carrie said, making a last desperate attempt to remind Erica of that fact.
He sat down and stretched out like a huge cat. His lips creased in a satyr’s smirk. “Then love each other.”
Erica pulled Carrie close and kissed her fiercely on lips. She drove Carrie onto her back, then swiveled around so that the two girls were arranged in the position they were most familiar with, Erica on top, lips inches away from vaginas. Carrie felt Erica’s tongue slithering over her pussy, and that was all the encouragement she needed, attacking Erica’s soft petals with her own tongue.
It felt good, it felt wonderful, but it didn’t feel as good or as wonderful as it had when Karl did it. She wanted him inside her again and wondered why he was content to just watch them tongue each other.
She got her answer a second later. He knelt down on the couch, his knees behind Carrie’s head. He lifted Erica’s hips away from Carrie’s lips and slid himself inside her pussy. “Oh, God!” Erica cried, and Karl wasn’t so patient now. He pumped rhythmically, faster than he had before, and Carrie heard Erica panting from the exertion.
Carrie had a close-up view of her lover getting pounded. She reached up and caressed his heavy testicles with her fingertips. “Ah, yes…” he groaned, the first sign of weakness he’d shown so far. Carrie leaned forward and licked his balls, sucked his balls, and he laughed with delight. “Oh, that’s wonderful my angel, wonderful!”
Carrie felt Erica’s tongue touch her haphazardly, her lover too preoccupied with her own pleasure to give as much back. Carrie slid her body down and licked Erica’s clit as Karl fucked her.
“Oh, honey, I love that!” Erica cried. “Honey, Carrie, suck me, suck me! Oh God, oh…oh…oh…” Carrie kept her lips glued to Erica, kept her fingers tickling Karl, and it all happened at once. Erica screamed, so loud Carrie feared her neighbors would hear. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me! FUCK ME!”
Carrie kept sucking through Erica’s orgasm, and then Karl hissed, “Yes, darling, yes!” and she felt his big balls clench and his cock spasm as he shot his load deep inside Erica. Some of his come dribbled out from her hole and Carrie couldn’t help herself, she licked up every frothy drop. When he pulled out more of his come leaked out, and Carrie buried her face in Erica’s crotch, licking and sucking like a madwoman, until Erica finally gasped, “Enough!” and pushed Carrie’s ravenous mouth away.
Carrie looked around and saw that Karl’s penis was already slowly rising again. She saw that the more he looked at her, the more his cock filled with blood.
He walked to the big chair and sat down on the edge. He motioned for Carrie to come to him. He put his hands on herr wide hips. “You will bear magnificent children. Not mine, alas.” He turned her around and leaned back in the chair. He helped Carrie settle into his lap, his big cock sticking up between her legs. Carrie had never done it like this, it excited her so much she started trembling again. Erica sat up and joined them at the chair, tenderly lifting Karl’s penis and feeding it into Carrie’s tiny opening.
He was huge. She settled into his lap and it was like he filled her belly with his hardness. She put her feet on the arms of the chair and helped him ease her up the endless length of his cock, and then eased her back down. Erica stood and put her hands on Carrie’s jiggling tits. Karl covered Erica’s hands with his own.
“Carrie has the most beautiful breasts,” Erica said.
“Yes, she does,” he said. Erica’s eyes were fixed on his, Carrie knew. She didn’t care, she couldn’t be jealous with this huge thing throbbing inside her. Her jealousy meant even less when Erica leaned down and took her left nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking the pink tip until it rose and hardened, and then repeated the process on her right nipple. All the while she and Karl slowly moved together, her juices running down her thighs.
“I think I want to lick my lollipop,” Erica said.
“Oh, God!” Carrie moaned as her lover kissed her cleavage, her tummy, her thighs, and then her pussy. She was drowning in ecstasy, her heart was beating so fast she thought she would pass out. Her first orgasm passed and Carrie hardly noticed, knowing that bigger climaxes lay ahead.
And they came one after another. Bam, bam, BAM! One second Karl’s huge cock made her scream, the next it was Erica’s tongue. It went on and on and on like that. Sweat dripped down her face, it pooled in the valley between her breasts.
“Can you smell me now?” she panted.
“Mmm…” he rumbled. “I can smell us together, the smell we make together.” That made Carrie come again, just the sound of his deep voice. She looked down between her legs and Erica was licking Karl’s scrotum as well as her clit, and again that was enough to break the big man’s reserve. “Oh, angel, angel, my angel!” he roared, and Carrie felt the first hot squirt fill her pussy. It felt so wonderful and he kept going, kept coming, kept injecting her with his semen. And she knew that all that sperm would go to waste, that she was on the Pill and wouldn’t conceive, and it nearly made her burst into tears. She wanted him to impregnate her. It was the first time she’d ever had sex and not dreaded the prospect of pregnancy.
What was this man doing to her? To Erica?
They all needed a break. Carrie waddled to the kitchen and came back with a three one-liter bottles of water. They drank like distance runners, gulping it down. Carrie went back to the kitchen and got another bottle for Karl. While he drank she went to the bathroom, to clean up the mess between her legs. She washed herself and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, matted with sweat on her forehead. There was a thin crust around her lips, a combination of Erica’s pussy juice and Karl’s come. Her eyes were red and wild. She was happier than she’d ever been in her life.
She came back to find Erica sitting next to Karl, stroking his cock while they tenderly kissed, and Carrie felt jealousy rush in to replace her happiness. Karl noticed Carrie out of the corner of his eye and slowly broke the kiss.
“The bedroom now, I think,” he said.
They lay down on the cool, clean white sheets, Karl in the middle, a girl on either side. He took turns kissing them, nuzzling their necks, and both girls let their hands roam over his huge body, over his chest, his groin, his ass. “I can’t take it,” Erica said. She climbed on top of him and squatted over his erection, slowly impaling herself on his uncircumcised cock. Carrie stood on the bed and carefully settled over his face. He grabbed her hips in his huge hands and pulled her down against his mouth. His tongue was quick and sharp as an adder’s, and she threw her head back and moaned as his moist tongue invaded her.
They moved together silently, only an occasional sigh or whimper breaking the intense silence. The two girls leaned forward and tenderly kissed each other, caressed each other’s stiff nipples with soft fingertips, while the huge man worked beneath them with tongue and penis, giving each girl more pleasure than they’d imagined existed.
Carrie turned and saw the three of them reflected in her mirror, in the moonlight they formed a pale, ethereal triangle, slowly rising and falling, rising, falling. Carrie had an orgasm, then another, her clitoris trapped in the swirling vortex of his lips.
“Oh, oh!” Erica moaned, and Carrie could tell from the ferocity of his tonguing that he was coming inside her lover, coming for the fourth time tonight. She’d lost count of her own climaxes. Erica sighed and whimpered for nearly 30 seconds, and then they were still, all three of them. Erica slid off his cock, which was finally, finally soft. Carrie lay down next to him, prostrate from exhaustion. His face was smeared with Carrie’s juices, a serene smile on his face.
“My darlings.”
The two girls snuggled against him. His body radiated warmth, it was like lying down next to a crackling fire.
“I love you,” Erica said, and the jealousy rose like a tidal wave inside Carrie.
“I love you too,” she said, hating that she was the second to say it.
He kissed each of their foreheads. He sighed. “If only you knew how much I love each of you.” He kissed them again. “Now we have to rest.”
Carrie barely had time to realize how tired she was before she sank into sleep. She burrowed close against Karl’s body and draped an arm across the huge swell of his belly. Erica did the same, their arms criss-crossed his chest.
Carrie’s sleep was dark and dreamless, as it might be after living a dream for the last few hours. When she woke it took her a moment to get her bearings. She felt the warm body next to hers, and she snuggled against it. She opened her eyes-and Erica’s eyes were staring back at her.
They both jerked up. They were in bed together, alone. Karl wasn’t there. Erica jumped out of bed and Carrie followed right on her heels, both girls running nude into the living room, dreading the thought that he had snuck out in the dead of night.
But no, he was there, dressed, looking like he’d been waiting for them for hours. “No, my darlings. I didn’t leave without saying goodbye. That would be an outrage. But I do have to say goodbye.”
“Don’t go,” Erica said. “We have all day, there’s so much we didn’t do last night.”
“My flight to Tunis leaves in three hours.” His smile was loving and patient.
Carrie said, “When will you be back?”
He was still smiling, but now there was sadness in his face. “Probably never.”
“Never?” Erica said.
He shook his head. “Last night was all we are fated to share.”
Carrie was angry. “Didn’t you say you live a simple life?” she snarled. He nodded. “So, what was last night about? Why did you eat so much, drink so much, f…” she didn’t want to describe what the three of them did that way, “why did you make love to us all night?”
He stood, walked to where the two girls stood, and kissed them both. “It’s true, I live a life of denial. It is the path to enlightenment. But if you don’t know what you are giving up, how can it be called a sacrifice?” He touched Carrie’s face. “My perfect angel.” Then his fingertips touched Erica’s cheek. “My beautiful witch.”
He went to the door. “Because of you, my darlings, my sacrifice has new meaning. For that, I thank you.” He bowed deeply, formally. His face was serious. “I will dream of you, often.”
He opened the door and stepped through. “May you find peace, and joy.”
The door closed, and he was gone.
His absence dominated the tiny room. An overwhelming smell lingered in the air, thick as the smoke in an opium den, the scent of Karl, pussy, semen, and sweat.
“He knew where to go to get what he wanted,” Carrie said bitterly. “Fried food and cold beer and two slutty waitresses.”
“Shh,” Erica said behind her. Carrie still stared at the silent door, caught between screaming and crying. Erica moved behind the younger girl and slid her hands around Carrie’s waist, to cup the full, heavy breasts in her palms.
Carrie’s whole body stiffened in surprise and arousal. “What are you doing?” she breathed as Erica’s fingers fondled her nipples.
“I can still smell him,” she said. She kissed Carrie’s neck and let her right hand slide lower and lower down the blonde’s curvy body. “I can still taste him on your skin.” She licked the smooth skin of Carrie’s shoulders, and thrust soft fingers into Carrie’s vulva. Carrie spread her legs wider and moaned. Erica said, “I want to fuck you before he’s gone forever.”
Carrie let Erica take her to the bed. The sheets and pillows held his musky, salty smell like a sponge. Erica eased Carrie down and they kissed, tongues pressing into each other’s mouth, looking for a stray taste of the phantom who loved them last night and whose presence in the room was still tangible.
Erica turned around on her hands and knees until her face was buried in Carrie’s crotch and her own pussy sat moist and fragrant just above Carrie’s lips. Carrie grabbed Erica’s firm buttocks and closed her eyes as she pulled her lover’s vagina to her mouth. She thrust her tongue inside Erica, deep, as deep as it would go, and she felt Erica’s probing tongue slither inside her as well, both women seeking the same thing.
Carrie’s eyes rolled back in her head as the taste of Erica and Karl filled her mouth and nose. Enough of his essence still lingered inside Erica’s pussy to thrill Carrie one last time. Erica licked at her furiously, both of them grunting and moaning with ecstasy as each girl burrowed into the other with sucking lips and nimble tongues.
Carrie knew she would never enjoy this taste again, the taste of her two dearest lovers mingled together. After this sweet, languid morning only the memory would remain of that incredible night. But there was still a little time yet, and Carrie closed her eyes again and drank long and deep from her lover’s overflowing cup.