Chapter 5

I was 17, back in America, it was difficult to be a schoolboy again. Mitra had figured out that I’m not dumb, I’m dyslexic. I have trouble with exams, that can be compensated for with some extra work.

I was 5’10”. Not a giant, not a dwarf either. I had my cock at 9” by then; also, not crazy big. Big enough though. Mitra didn’t want me to make it bigger than that, she said it was maximum size for anal.

Nadja had moved to live at her mother’s place out in the hills; she told me she’d met someone.

Those high school girls were sort of easy now; I seemed to be able to look right through them. I went out with a few, and fucked a couple, and something was missing.

I needed someone spicy, interesting, kinky, older. I was too young to get into bars, so I lurked around museums, stores, art galleries, anywhere I might meet an interesting woman.

I had a few flirtations, one kiss with an old woman in a park. She laughed and told me there was no way.

Nadja called me; “Want to come out to my place for the weekend?” she asked after the obligatory pleasantries.

“I don’t know if my dad will lend me the car.” I said.

“Just to be clear, I’m single again.” She added with a giggle of confirmation.

She was living in a small house on a large plot out in the middle of nowhere. I saw her out on the front porch waiting for me as I drove up the rough track to the place.

Her long grey hair fanned out behind her slim little body, I could see her smile shining at me from a hundred yards out.

That was what made Nadja so attractive; her joy.

I climbed the steps and grabbed her, pulling her tight. She laughed, squealed really, wrapped her thin arms around my neck and kissed me.

“God, you’re so big now!” She bubbled, “Want something to eat?”

“What are you offering, baby?” I asked suggestively, lifting her by her ass and rubbing her body against myself.

“Not so fast.” She laughed, her eyes shining as she wrapped her legs around my hips. “My friend Lucy is in the kitchen, she’s cooking for us.”

“I’ll have you for desert?” I asked.

She kissed me hard and deep for several beautiful seconds.

“You bet your ass.” She agreed.

I realized it was a setup the moment I met Lucy.

She was Nadja’s age or a little older, Chinese American, and also with long grey hair and a big white smile as she looked at me. She wore just a little makeup around her eyes, and was in a long Chinese style dress.

We talked over an elaborate dinner, I told them about my adventures in India, leaving out the fact that the doctor had a penis, or that I left 10 children there.

“How do you two know each other?” I asked.

“Oh, we met 30 years ago.” Nadja said.

“She stole my boyfriend.” Lucy added.

“Huh, you stole mine first.” Nadja quipped, “We’ve been pals ever since.”

We ate; that primal sharing of food. Glances passed between us all, there was little doubt where we would all be before morning. It was sort of wonderful, without stress, our intent and desires were clear. It would be a night of fun, and that was all there was to it.

“Lucy wants to know about the penis extender.” Nadja said as the night progressed, “Did it work as you hoped?”

“Yes.” I said.

“So, how big are you now?” Nadja said with obvious intent.

“Nine inches.” I said neutrally.

“And you were what, four when you started?” Lucy asked.

“And he was pretty good even then.” Nadja interrupted. “Go on, Jerry. Show us.”

I was more than ready for this; I got up and stripped.

“You don’t need to take your shirt off for us to see your cock!” Nadja pointed out.

“Don’t stop him, Nadja!” Lucy scolded her, “This is great fun. Oh, you have a nice chest.” She added.

“Want to show me yours?” I responded.

Their faces as they watched me; the desire, the fun, the laughter, it was perfect. It didn’t even matter at that point if I fucked one or both of them. Just this, the flirtation and the tease, was a total blast.

I pulled off the last of my clothing, my 9” penis stood out at a 45 degree angle, ¾ hard.

I stepped between the two seated women and put a hand on each of their heads and petted them. Hands went to my ass, my legs, and then Lucy reached around and under my ass to my balls as Nadja wrapped her experienced fingers around my hard hot cock.

I smiled down at one, then the other. They just grinned up at me; no words were required.

Nadja twisted and put my rod in her mouth for a moment, then pointed my cock at her friend who went down on me without hesitation. I ran my hand over her shoulders, neck, and the top of her spine.

Women over the age of 60 who are still attractive are pretty rare; one in a hundred, one in a thousand maybe. And here I had two of them.

In a way, it had to be like that. If it was just one or the other, there would be some sort of emotional obligation to be overcome, it would be really tough to just have a meaningless night of fun sex.

I think that is the power, the allure, and the problem with the threesome concept. You can’t be a monogamous couple when there’s a third person in the bed. So whatever it is, it’s not that.

But I digress; I’m sure you all just want to know what I did with those two lovable old sluts. Well, I fucked them. Yeah, I sure did, fucked them both really well I think, and it was great.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” I suggested.

“Fuck yeah!” Nadja agreed.

She hadn’t aged much (more). She still had the flat belly, tight ass, and narrow waist. Lucy was a little bit taller, fleshier with (I have to tell it like it was) a flabby ass and loose tits that had once been great, and still had just a little bit of life in them when she was upright and they hung wide and low against her.

I pulled them both close against myself, kissing one, then the other as their hands roamed over my tall lean muscular body. I’d made it that way, just for this. To be attractive to women. I’d trained, dieted, enlarged my cock, and honed my skills in bed and out. I had no hope of higher education, was unlikely to inherit anything, had no outstanding marketable skills. I was a good housekeeper, I liked to cook, I liked kids.

My goal was to find a good successful woman and marry her.

Someday. Not today.

That Lucy was wild; she kissed me like I was the last man on earth, pulling on my stiff rod and pushing her big depleted breasts against me.

Lucy had the big nipples of a woman who’d had a baby, long before. She seemed to like it when I sucked on them, she laughed and stroked my forehead and smiled down at me while Nadja sucked my cock.

I put it into Lucy first, and I could tell she did the same exercises as her friend, even though she wasn’t as tight as Nadja or Monica, she felt really good. Better than her tight old cunt though, was her bright cheerful face; Lucy loved it. Doing it with a young stranger, a setup, a threesome, an erotic encounter.

Yeah, so did I.

She took some work before she came. I enjoyed it, at the same time it seemed like a relief to us both when she had her climax so I could shift to Nadja.

Lucy stroked my back and ass with her fingers as I fucked her friend vigorously. Although it might sound mundane, Lucy’s simple touch as I screwed Nadja was very exciting.

Nadja squeezed my rod tight inside herself as she came, yet I was able to hold. The night was young, so was I, even if my lovers weren’t.

We rolled over, Nadja was on top, Lucy straddled my face and put her smooth bald twat on my mouth. The world was hidden from me then, her thighs blocked my ears and her pelvis was over my eyes. There was just the sweet old pussy in my mouth, and another bouncing up and down on my stiff rod.

I licked her and wondered about them both; what did they want from their lives? Why were they here with me instead of finding suitable men (or women) to live their lives with?

Ah well. Back to fucking!

Pussy and tits are nice, I’m just a guy who likes to kiss. Yeah, the mouth is where I like to be, my hands able to get just about anywhere they want to go, and most of all, I can see the face. To me, the face is the most interesting part of a woman. I think everyone’s fascinated by the parts they rarely get to see, and forget that the face is where we register our feelings, and that’s the fun part. The expression, the shape of the mouth, the lust in the eyes.

I got between Lucy’s open legs again, because she seemed to want it. She gripped my ass tight, digging her long nails in so it hurt pleasantly. “Will you come in my mouth?” she asked graciously.

“It would be my honor.” I answered, and pulled out to give it to her there.

She looked up at me with shining Chinese eyes as I pumped it into her swallowing, sucking, wonderful mouth.

Not long after my threesome with the old women, I met Gloria at a party; she was my age, stunning with big breasts and great hair. Her parents were loaded, she’d graduated at the top of her class at the private prep school where rich kids went, and had been accepted to Harvard. She just had one little problem; her parents were crazy religious, and Gloria was pregnant. She never told me who the father of the baby was, just that he was older.

We got married quickly, while her bump could still be disguised. There isn’t a lot to say about our time together; sex was good if very vanilla, Gloria didn’t go in for anything kinky. We were together for about 5 years, and then she dumped me.

That hurt a lot, especially because she took my son from me. I did well financially though. Very well. Gloria had flunked out of Harvard pretty quickly, she had a rather substantial trust fund though.

So at age 25, I was homeless, single, and solvent. The divorce money wasn’t an amount I could live my life from, so I left it alone and worked construction for a while, then got a private security job.

I flirted with a woman at the karate school (I didn’t find a Kalari group, so I’d changed to karate). A very beautiful Japanese concert pianist. She was second dan black belt, with amazing beautiful crisp quick movements. I liked to spar with her, she’d come at me like a demon, fists and feet flying as I blocked and parried. Then she’d smile at me all cute and bow.

I asked her out; she was in an open marriage she told me.

“How does that work?” I asked her.

“Better for me than my husband!” she laughed, “It was his idea, because I travel for my work and he has to stay in Tokyo for his.”

We had a great time, and did I mention she was really beautiful? So we went out again, and then she took me to her place, a small apartment for visiting artists attached to the concert hall.

We both knew why we were there, so I pulled her tight and kissed her for the first time.

She was really small, just as high as my nose. Her body was solid, toned to perfection with the roundest most muscular ass my hands had ever held.

Mayumi had no money yet was still too classy for me; and married too, so she wasn’t going to be more than a bit of fun, I thought.

Her groin was hairy, her legs were smooth. She had small cute feet and firm little conical breasts. Her skin was very white, her hair ultra black, and her eyes highly slanted.

I tasted her sweat, her tits, her armpits, and her pussy, she lay back happily as I did my thing there, and I had the feeling she got a lot of cock. I mean, why shouldn’t she?

She sucked me too, her wonderful thick hair in my hands as my hard rod went in and out of her pretty face.

As I got a condom on, she got on her hands and knees with her ass up, her desire made clear; I was never much into “doggy” position, but a girl like Mayumi gets what she wants. So I got into position behind her and slid it in.

With her amazing muscle tone, I was surprised that she didn’t have the tight twat of Nadja or Monica. She was so pretty though, and so nice; I mean, I really liked her. Anyway, the big event was nothing really special, only it was because it was her.

She came, and told me I should come too, so I did.

“Will you stay the night?” she asked in her irresistible sweet little voice as we cuddled afterwards.

“I’d like that.” I said, “I’ll take a shower.”

“Oh, wait for me, we can save water.” She said, “I just have to call Kenji.”

“Kenji, your husband?”

“Yes, I promised I’d tell him straight away if you had sex with me. It’s our arrangement, no secrets.”

I went into the kitchen area as she chattered happily in Japanese on her phone from the bed. She laughed and talked excitedly to her husband; of course I couldn’t understand the words, I didn’t need to.

I felt weird, cheapened by the intimacy between Mayumi and her husband. Did she fuck me just to tease him? Was our relationship just a game between them?

I had to laugh at my silly little hurt. I’d just fucked another man’s woman, I wasn’t the injured party here.

Mayumi came out of the bedroom, smiling at me as she twisted her hair up over her head with a well practiced movement that was, like everything she did or said, somehow beautiful.

“Kenji says hello.” She told me.

“You were talking for a while.” I said as I adjusted the water temperature.

“Yes, he likes to know everything.” She said.

I had a temporary lease that ran out just then, so I moved in with her for the month she was staying. It was all pretty harmless, she’d go back to her husband when her contract ended, and I’d find somewhere else to live and get on with my life. She showed me Japanese cooking, and I made Indian for her.

She talked to her husband every day for at least an hour, which was weird for me. I got used to it though, anyway it was a temporary arrangement. I sort of liked to hear her speak in her native language, although her English was ok it was clear that she could express herself much better in Japanese, the two of them would argue, talk, listen, and laugh.

“Kenji says hello.” She’d always tell me.

“Say hello back from me.” I’d say.

She was trained in classical piano, and had a few solo concerts when she first arrived; after that she was playing with the city orchestra, they were doing some work that required piano with it. I went to a show and the sound was amazing, like nothing I’d ever heard; the rich tones of the strings never sound the same through a speaker system.

They had the piano set side to the audience so everyone could see her; man oh man, she looked resplendent in a long silver grey satin dress, her hair bouncing with her strong deliberate playing. Just like pop music, visuals were part of the show, and part of her performance too.

At the karate club we played and fought. Her skill was greater than mine, but my man strength more than made up for it. She punched and kicked me, tried to throw me to the ground and even succeeded once, and then we went back to the apartment and had sex.

And then she’d phone Kenji and tell him about it.

Unexpectedly, her contract got extended for a year; they wanted her to play with the orchestra 4 times a week.

I was just about to sign a rent contract on a shitty little apartment close to where I was working. I wasn’t sure what to do; Mayumi and I’d had an agreed cutoff date. I loved her a bit already, it was impossible not to.

“What now?” I asked her. “Do you want me to stay here with you?”

“I should call Kenji.” She said.

They chattered in rapid Japanese as usual, and I got up to go out but she motioned for me to stay.

“Kenji wants to talk to you.” She said. I hadn’t even realized he spoke English.

I looked at his face on the screen; I’d seen him before, we’d never exchanged words directly with each other though. He was older than me, in his late 30’s or early 40’s. A serious looking man with sharply cut hair, usually wearing a suit.

“You want to stay there with Mayumi?” the man asked me in a gruff, heavily accented voice.

“Yes.” I said.

He glowered at me, clearly unhappy that his wife wasn’t coming home yet.

“Ok.” he agreed, “Better the white devil I know! Haha, sorry, that sounds better in Japanese.”

Kenji was wealthy, and I guess he thought I wasn’t much of a threat because he knew I wasn’t. I pretty much thought the same thing. I was just a distraction for her; a big dumb barbarian dick to keep her company while she was in the US.

I was still young, I had nothing urgent that needed doing. I still hoped to find Ms. Right, I could leave that for a year and hang out with the gorgeous, talented Mayumi.

I quit my job; it was boring, low paid, and the commute was too long. I got a job with the conservatory, assistant janitor and usher on concert nights. The pay was no better but work was just around the corner. And I could watch Mayumi perform. She was just so pretty, maybe I said that already.

The work was good; my new boss was an old guy who knew a lot and like to teach it. The old building needed a lot of maintenance and it was always something different.

We were sitting on the sofa one evening when Kenji called. I scooted over to one end while they talked, taking one of her cute little feet in my hand to play with. After a minute, the other foot came over to say hello, and the toe pushed at my groin. Then sort of poked around.

I looked at her; she kept her attention on the screen, their conversation flow seemed normal, only she stole a glance at me from time to time.

Feeling a bit mischievous, I opened my pants and let my cock out, and my lover obligingly rubbed her foot up and down it as she continued talking to her husband. Then she laughed and said something to him in an excited tone, and turned her tablet to point the camera at her foot and my cock.

The terrible thing was that I was now looking right at him; and actually, I sort of liked the guy so I felt a sort of bad about this. It was a little bit mean; we were cheating on poor (well, rich actually) Kenji, it was his hour with her.

“Oh.” He exclaimed softly, “Big cock.”

“Hai!” Mayumi agreed, “Jerry is very satisfying.”

She said goodnight and disconnected, then we went to bed, and her furry pussy was already wet when I unwrapped it.

She wasn’t mine; yet as I slid my cock into her perfect body, and I looked into her beautiful smiling face, I was willing to be with whatever part of her I could have. When she came, when we came together, the air crackled between us and I imagined she loved only me.

Things escalated quickly after that. I sat with my arm around her and stroked her neck as she talked to him; I gave her a little kiss too. He seemed to wallow in the pain. Mayumi opened my pants and pulled on my cock, he knew she was doing it but he couldn’t see; he got a bit upset and insisted, so she tilted the camera down, and he went silent as he watched her fine hand with the lacquered (short though) nails stroking my hard cock.

She spoke softly to him, teasing. He groaned, grunted, and pleaded something. She agreed and I thought she was going to stop; I’d misunderstood, it was the other way around. She held the tablet at arms length so he could watch as she lowered her lovely mouth over my waiting penis.

It felt fantastic even though I couldn’t come while he was watching, he did though. I could hear him gasping and out of the corner of my eye I could see him shudder. He’d been jerking off the whole time.

She logged off and we went to the bedroom to do it in the regular way; she came almost as soon as I was in her. Those eyes of hers, her great thick hair, oh man I was smitten.

“I hope you don’t mind too much, you know, the thing with Kenji.” She said with her head against my shoulder after we were done, “He needs that, or he likes it at least.”

“What about you?” I asked her.

“It’s quite obscene.” She said, “I feel I must do it for him. He thought he would have many lovers, and I would be too busy with my training and music, it’s the other way around though. Haha, poor, poor Kenji.”

She sat against me the next evening, her back against my front. This time, the tablet was on a stand on the coffee table.as they chattered in Japanese, my hands stroked her belly, then her face, then kneaded her tits a little through her clothes. I pulled her shirt off, then her bra, and held her naked breasts in my hands as he watched, she leaned back and we kissed.

To my surprise, I was starting to get into it. They stopped talking at last and I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my cock, pretending to use force.

And then I looked; looked right at the poor rich bastard, and smiled at him. He just stared at me round eyed, I couldn’t see his hand but I knew it was stroking his organ.

I stripped her, turned her so she was on her knees on the sofa with her face to the wall, and I put in in her from behind, holding her slim strong body in my hands as I let her have it until she came.

I left the tablet connected as I pulled my wet rod out of her, then lifted her in my arms. She waved at her husband and called out a happy farewell as I carried her into the bedroom, where we did it noisily so he could hear us if he was still online.

After that, he became part of our evenings. Not just the sex; Kenji would spend an hour or two online as we talked and watched TV. Sometimes, I even talked to him. He was fascinated by my time in India. He told me about a conflict he was having with his board of directors, and I found myself actually quite interested.

The rest of the days and weeks were pretty normal; we worked, we trained, we went out for dinner with friends and colleagues, we talked and laughed and went to the beach. We were a couple.

“What were you talking about with Stalin?” Mayumi said to me one evening as we walked home after a fancy conservatory charity dinner we’d been to. I laughed; that was what the musicians called their director.

“Legacy. He’s 65 and just noticed he never had kids. I told him I have 8 or 10, somewhere.”

“Haha! The assistant janitor gets one over on Stalin! That old bastard gets a lot of action, he’s up to his ears in pussy, he should knock up one of his girlfriends.”

“His wife might take a dim view of that.”

“I doubt she’d care, she lives in New York. Yeah, I’m 36 so the clock is ticking for me. Kenji always wanted kids, I promised him we’d do all that after I got back from this gig.”

“You sound unsure.” I said, realizing that the conversation was veering into “relationship” territory.

“It will ruin my figure.” She grumbled, “My career will probably be over too. I’ll become one of those ‘Mother’ creatures who only talks about their baby. The thing is, I put everything into my music, I love it, I’ve taken it pretty much as far as possible, and it barely makes a living. I mean, without Kenji I’d have nothing. I’m a trophy wife, Jerry.”