Untamed : An Erotic Romance Story (4 page)

"And this is his wife, Ava."

This time I was hugged by an elegant, mature woman whose beauty was enhanced by
red,
clothed
 
in a red wrap-around dress, slit up one side, her décolletage revealing cantaloupe breasts, with the reddest of lipstick, short frosted hair, and red, velvet open-toed pumps. Her skin was perfectly tanned, without any flaws. She kissed me full on the lips which I opened, seeking her tongue, and we lingered there for a few seconds.

"I like this girl," she said with the same accent as Max, prompting more moisture from me. "Come dear, let me show you around." She took my hand and gave me the tour, there were couples scattered through-out the house, all in various stages of dress. The kitchen had thick marble counters, stacked with platters of jumbo gulf shrimp, oysters on the half shell, artisan cheeses of every hue, slices of ham, pierogies, sausages, bread, wafers, crackers, but the most amazing part was yet to come.

She led me through the door downstairs, down white marble stairs flecked with swirls of grey, that led to an open marble-floored room with a mosaic-tiled spa, like a Roman bath in the middle of it all, as if I had been transported back in time to one of Caligula's orgies, behind the spa was a sauna with a one-way mirror that looked back out to the room.

"Max built all of this," she said, waving her perfectly manicured nails, painted the very same red that was my blood rushing to my pussy. "Come, dear, I will show you the bedroom down here." She put her arm around me and walked to the corner where a small room with a white-sheeted bed sat. Condoms, towels, and moist wipes were stacked neatly on a night stand beside it, the room lit by candles with soothing rainforest sounds coming from hidden speakers.

"You don't have to do anything, darling. Watch, eat, spa, whatever, just enjoy yourself." She looked into my eyes as she spoke, stroking my shoulders and I pulled her down beside me on the bed and started slowly kissing everything red.

"Your hair is so fine, like silk," she said, before I reached her lips, oh how we kissed, and then I pulled down her dress, wanting to taste the fruit of her womb, feeling as if I had been freed from any commission of sin by her taut, sensual skin, she taking off my blouse and unzipping me with expert hands. I felt so safe to explore in her arms, and we suckled each other's breasts like Deana had waxed so poetically about earlier during the drive down, and fingered each other's soaking clits, desire echoing between us. I wriggled out of my jeans and pushed my naked body against hers, trying to find all the ways that two women can fuck, because we wanted each other so, engaging our pussies together as best we could so that clit would rub clit as we french kissed and nipple sucked until we turned our bodies in such a way until my pussy was over her lips and I was looking down at hers, one of the prettiest pussies that I had ever seen, hairless without a hint of stubble, a perfect, plump, sensual v, I licked it open with my tongue and eagerly lapped, pausing in intervals as she ate away at me. We dined on each other, giving as good as we got, until she sucked my very soul away and blessed me with a long, gurgling come, her hands and fingers gripping my ass as she swallowed mine and the night had only just begun.

Ava led me back to the bubbling spa and held my hand as I stepped in. Three naked bodies surrounded me, but all remained in place. The man to my immediate right introduced himself, his wife,  and friend. I no longer remember the couple's names, not to be rude, but they could have easily been Caleb's parents in age and flabbiness, he resembling a taller Barney Rubble and his wife equally as broad with massive breasts, which his left hand idly fondled as we chatted. Their friend was named Kathy.

"Kathy with a k," she made sure to add, as if she knew I would be writing about her someday. Kathy with a k was neither thin nor fat and appeared to be the closest to my age out of everyone I had met. Her left hand idly fondled Mrs. Rubble's breasts too, as she spoke. "I'm Irish and Polish." I could see that her eyes and smile were Irish, and that her curves were more Polish, a delightful combination of both. "I love being naked like this, loved it since I was  a little girl. Once I took off all my clothes and walked down the street into the corner bar, caused quite a scene, the owner called my grandmother right away, but I'll never forget the faces of those weary,  afternoon men, with the Cubs playing on  TV, and that smell of smoke, beer, and pickled eggs." She paused and looked at me. "You look Irish."

"Sorry, I'm Molly. I'm still kind of high, and Ava..." I didn't know what to say about Ava, I mean they had obviously seen us emerging from that corner room hand in hand, and had to have heard our come-filled moans from a room without a door, and even though the intent of the night was to fuck and to play, I thought that my first bisexual encounter was better left dancing in my head.

"Join the club," Kathy said, and slowly floated over to me. She used the weight-freeing buoyancy of water to easily lift me into her lap."You're really hot, and I'm just as high, so now we're a team."

I floated in her arms as the conversation went on.

"We're teachers," Barney said, "What about you?"

Kathy was softly kissing the nape of my neck and toying with my breasts. "Tell them what you do." She whispered in my ear.

"Oh, I'm an editor, for industrial publications."

"Been swinging long?"

"Just started today."

"Ooohhhh, a virgin," Kathy squealed. "I like."

"Me and the missus have been at it for over ten years, loved every minute of it."

"Every minute." Mrs. Rubble echoed.

"You're the newbie that Mick and Deana brought. Hell of a guy, that Mick, most famous guy we know."

"Don't be telling secrets outside of school, dear."

"Well it's not exactly a secret, the man's been in four commercials this year and those Second City kids are always dropping his name as the guy who taught them everything."

"You must be taking one of their classes," Kathy whispered in my ear, "that's how I met them. I adore fucking them."

"We could go upstairs and fuck them right now." I whispered back in her ear, agreeing and adding information to move the scene forward.

"I want you first, Mick likes his women wet and ready."

Kathy's eyes were hazel and her smile was impishly cherubic as she held my hand, both of us naked, careful not to slip going up those white marble steps to enter the warm world of wood and smell of meat and artisanal cheeses. We hardly caused a stir as one couple chatted calmly with another and another couple fucked standing up, the woman bracing herself against the stainless steel refrigerator door, a door likely machined with cutting tools that I had written about. We continued our way up, mounting oak steps to the second floor where three open doors all led to beds. Kathy intuitively knew which one Mick would be in and I couldn't believe that only yesterday I had been stuck in a world without erotic promise, having only a vibrator and Caleb's cock to my name. Mick had released me into a world of fuck that even Lena Dunham, as Hannah, would have marveled about. I felt like a slut and that had set me free. I didn't have a flicker of shame, as Catholic and Irish as I had been, going so far as to collude with another half-Irish lass in committing more sins, sins of commission being so much more fun.

Deana was barely five feet tall, but her long black hair, white-toothed smile, and absence of cellulite made her seem taller and lithe as she rode Mick's cock cowgirl style. Kathy pushed me onto the same bed and devoured my body with her succulent lips.

"Baby, you taste so good." She lapp
ed away at the core of me and bent over perfectly for Max to enter her doggy style in one smooth thrust and with every following thrust of Max's cock, Kathy's lips would rock into my clit, and her fingers pushed ever deeper in and, here, I must admit, is where I lost track of everything, an orgy being composed of so much sensual information, it's impossible for a novice to remember it all. I know at one point Deana was sucking my breasts and I, hers, and that my hand found Mick's balls to pump as Deana rode him, and that same hand also traced the curve of Deana's ass and Kathy's too, but my mind could only process so much sensate information and as time wore on, Mick and Max had fucked Kathy and Deana and Deana and Kathy, then Ava came in with Mrs. Rubble who were both fucked in turn by all, but somehow the women kept turning me and licking my pussy protectively, as if they didn't want to share me with the men, toying my nipples and clit to come after come, keeping Mick's cock from entering me and everyone else's save the strap-on that Kathy had donned and fucked me with so well. I spent the night at an orgy without being fucked by a man, through no fault of anyone, surprise, Lena Dunham, I could see the same thing happening to you.

As the fucking came to a slow, quivering end, like that of a cock after it has spent all its come, couple by couple gathered around the food amassed in the kitchen, which had hardly been touched up till then, most preferring to sup on the forbidden fruit of the flesh, and I understood why the Roman Empire collapsed, soldiers and citizens exhausted by fucking had little hope of stopping the Visigoth hordes from sacking them. I had spent the entire night naked wandering through Max and Ava's home, as most of us had still remained, standing in the kitchen tearing away at chicken wings, mounting slices of Polish ham upon slices of artisanal cheeses between slices of fresh bakery bread, the kind of bread Caleb would bring, and I smiled at the thought of his cute, little cock, and how overwhelmed he would have been, and washed it down with a bottle of Okocim, which Max said had been continuously brewed since 1845.

"So Kathy said that she would give you a ride home," Mick kissed me on both cheeks, the scent of Deana's pussy languishing on his lips.

"But, we never," I choked on the words and suddenly felt so vulnerable, like Adam and Eve after they had been cast from the Garden. I had wanted to fuck him so badly, it was my own rule, number eleven.

"I know." He immediately touched my lips to quiet me. "It's better this way."

"What about
yes and?
You're blocking me."

"It's just that, Deana." He stopped there and I guess I understood, even though she fucked at least two other men, perhaps swinging was not as swingy as it had first appeared, some emotions remain ever constant, and it was as if my heart had been clawed to shreds.

"What good are rules if they can't be broken?" I pouted with my arms across my breasts and he gave me one final kiss to my forehead, as I had so often done to Caleb, and payback is a fucking bitch sometimes. I watched him dress right there in the kitchen and leave with Deana pulling him close.

"Good-night, Molly." Deana said to me, slathered with a tinge of disdain, as in good-night Molly, we won't be in touch, so please don't get your hopes up of fucking my man.

Max and Ava were as gracious and warm as the departed Deana had been cold.

"Oh darling, you are welcome to our home anytime, so beautiful, you are." Ava ran her fingers through my hair, and kissed me so sweetly, giving me one more taste of her tongue which had given me such elegant orgasms through the night. I couldn't help cupping her breasts to mine and squeezing her, our bodies curving together in sensual harmony.

"Enough, you two are going to get me hard again," Max said and smiled, "Did you get her number?"

"Of course, how could I not get it. Take some food with you, dear, you are too thin."

I took enough to make an offering to Caleb for leaving his Jetta stuck in Lincolnshire and let Kathy lead the way to her car, which turned out to be another Jetta.

———

I've been seeing a lot of Kathy with a K, not the way you think, well maybe not always the way you think. I have pretty much lost all common ground with Monica, her being married and rich, so it's nice to have a new friend I can confide in and then eat her pussy every now again as the spirit moves. It's the new me, sexually adventurous, spiritually sound, and, no, I haven't seen Mick, except his commercials. He was cast in a Chicago revival of  a 1926 play, Pantagleize
: 
"A Farce to Make You Sad" by Michel de Ghelderode, which made him seem so much older, and now he's doing it on Broadway. Take that Jonathan Rhys Meyers, I nearly fucked a Broadway star, a star who broke my heart so totally. That has to count for something, I mean, it's closer than I ever thought I'd come.