Chapter 11

(1 nut. 2 molars. 4 Presidents)

“Strip the bed, Cully, and light that candle.”

He held the girl in his arms as I obeyed. Then set her upon the bottom sheet.

“Unlock me, Tommy.”

He obeyed.

“Where are my panties, Cul?”

“I suppose back in the living room.”

“Get them for me, garcon.”

“Uh, oh.” She’d spoken French. And was quite fluent in the language having taken advanced French in High School.

He was undressing when I got back with the panties.

“What do you want me to do with them, Girl?”

“Ssshhh, boy, we’re gonna fuck now, me and Tommy.”

“Should I get undressed too, Girl?”

“No. Sit down in your chair.”

“Hurry, you. I want to fuck now. Fuck. I’m ready to fuck. Let’s fuck.”

“Baby-girl.” He sounded desperate.

“I’m going to leave my training bra on, Tommy. That’s for Cully. Okay, Tommy?”

“Yes-that-is-fine.”

Tommy was naked, fully erect, and once again static.

“Come down here, you. You’ve teased me all night, Tommy Gentile, now I want what’s coming to me. And I want the whole thing. You won’t hurt, Girl, will you, little boy? Are you my garcon as well, Tommy?”

“What?”

“Merde, Tommy. Merde!”

“Girl!”

“What, Cully!” Not a query, but, an impatient indictment perhaps?

“The tampon.”

“Sacre bleu! Show Tommy, Cul. Hurry!”

Girl lifted her knees and brought them tight to that white training bra.

“Oh-my-goodness!” Tommy.

“See-that-white-string-Tommy?” Me.

I figured if he could go static, I would follow suit.

“Just gently tug on it. Don’t pull; tug, and it will pop out. You want to try, or, should I?”

“No, Cully, let Tommy do it. I’ll need him when it’s my period. He’ll help me thru my cycle. He’s already promised, haven’t you, darling-boy?”

“Yes-I-have.”

“Tommy is going to be my champion, aren’t you darling-boy?”

“Yes-I-am.”

Thank heavens it popped out easily. It was wet, the fluid clear and beautiful.

“Cul, the blue tissue is right there next to the candle.”

Sure as shootin’ it was right there. I held the gorgeous blue tissue steady as Tommy dropped ‘er in. I was tempted to sniff, but, eschewed said sniff, set it back down whence it came, and retreated to my chair before somebody sat in it. There is nothing like a front-row seat to your wife getting fucked thoroughly, and this girl was about to get fucked royally.

She lowered her legs but left them splayed. Girl’s beaver was right there and plenty ready.

“Tommy, I want you to fuck me now. Do it to me and I need all of it. My bottom is scalding hot. Can you fuck me as I need it, or, should I get Cul to do the fucking?”

The bitch.

It took Katie-Girl but a half hour to sew her training bra back together again...

“Good as new, Cully. Look!”

He’d ripped it off her after she mentioned me taking his place.

“I’d a ripped your panties off too, Girl, if they were still on.” He’d stated during the calm after the storm that night.

“I drove you to it, didn’t I, Tommy, didn’t I, Mr. Gentile? I wanted to make you mine tonight. Only mine. I-want-you, Tommy. And I have you, all to myself. Don’t I, Tommy Gentile?”

“Yes, you do, baby-girl.”

I’d seen some fucking on the arcade screens. And a few may have even matched what Tommy did to her that night, but, nothing has ever eclipsed it. He fucked her with a fury that I felt at times, but, have never been able to muster the strength and endurance to achieve. My DNA just was and is not there for that kind of coupling. Not even close. And sitting in my new chair I got to bear witness to that feral coupling in all its glory. She tried to match him, but, faltered as the fucking persevered. There wasn’t much talking; just grunts, groans, and screams. An occasional “NO!” from big shot Girl. I gave some loose thought about stopping him, and she must have sensed that concern because she did put up a flat of her hand stop sign about mid-way thru Tommy’s fucking of her little beaver.

“I didn’t mean, (NO!) Cully. I wanted to get fucked like that. And I wanted you to see it. You wanted that, didn’t you, Cully-boy? You wanted to watch Tommy fuck me like that, yes, Dale?”

“Yes-I-did.”

Finally, his great sack began to contract. And the Sarge had a magnificent sack. I envied his sack most of all. It was something special.

He hooked Girl’s left leg, folded it across, and went for it.

“NO!” Her.

“Bullshit!” Him.

Me? Got off my ass and stood stock straight as a sort of citation to this ritual act of intercourse. The energy in that room was incredible.

“Give it to me then, Tommy! You hit me, now fill me!”

That did it. He locked up and loaded Katie-Girl. His sack pulsing like an airbag that an anesthesiologist employs. Do you know what I mean?

Once he’d emptied inside my wife he gently brought her leg back over and gathered her up in his arms.

“My little Tommy-boy needed that, didn’t he?”

“Girl, you’re too much. You ... you ... you...” He just trailed off again.

“I know what my Tommy needs is all there is to it. And he gets what he needs. And that’s just the way it is. Cul, are you okay?”

I’d sat back down. “Yes, I’m fine.”

I was going to appraise the event aloud:

“That was incredible, you two are great together!”

But refrained from doing so. Just shut my mouth and watched as they whispered and Girl sighed and repeatedly kissed Tommy’s face and lips.

“Now, Mr. Gentile, sir, I am going to lick you clean. That is my way of telling you how special you are to Cul and I. You lay here and relax. Cul, you stay there until I call you to fuck. Savvy?”

“Savvy.” Hell, I needed to cum, but, had no other choice than to stay put. She was in command. It was either Tommy or her in command the vast lion’s share of the time and that was Jake with me.

“Can I at least take my Haggar’s down and off?”

No, I did not request that.

On his back she curled around, blocking my view with her back and attendant backside.

“Just relax, Tommy. I’m going to tidy you up then fiddle with your sack a bit.”

An alarm went up, bless-his-heart.

“Girl, please don’t hurt me now. It felt so good, please be gentle, okay?”

“Nonsense, you, relax and let me play with your balls as I see fit. My goodness, you’re so sensitive about your balls. They’re not the end all-be all, Tommy. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to lick them clean first and then I’m going to place your right nut between my rear molars.”

“What!” He tried to rise as Dracula does, but, she held him back with the same flat hand stop sign she’d just used on me.

“Yes, I’m not going to hurt you. It will be a signal of faith. I did the same darn thing to Culburn, didn’t I, Cul?”

She had, three nights after the wedding. Convinced me that she just had to place my right nut between those rear molars to prove that she would never hurt me. How did it feel to have that nut placed therein? Heaven. Did she exert some pressure twixt those molars? A little, but, nothing that would amount to a hill-a-beans. Afterward, she held my sack firmly as she rode me like a wild woman, laughing to beat the band as I broke that nut.

“Fall asleep on me on our wedding night, will ya!”

“Yes, she did, Tommy.”

“See, and that nut is fine.”

See how she didn’t miss a trick? Called me a nut without calling me a nut.

“C’mon, Tommy, let me do it to you, so, you know you can trust me. Afterward, I’ll suck your ding-dong and swallow what you just did in my little beaver. Please, Tommy, do it for me, do it for your baby-girl?”

“Girllllll.”

“Faith, Tommy. Faith. Who do we talk and pray about each night before we fall asleep in each other’s arms?”

She had the answer at the ready:

“Jesus.”

“Who is the only one who loves you more than mama, me, and Cul?”

Once again she had the answer handy:

“Jesus.”

“Who will always be there, Tommy?”

He got with the program...

“Jesus.”

“Jesus.” Her.

What the hell...

“Jesus.” Me.

She gently searched thru his sack, located and isolated that nut and lodged it twixt upper and lower molars.

“Katie-Girl, not too hard, angel. It’s right there. Please, darling-girl.”

“I pressed Tommy’s right nut a little less than I pressed yours, Cul.”

“How much bigger is his?”

“Lots. Like night and day, boy.”

“There, all done, darling. I want to kiss you, Tommy, but, I can’t because I’ve been doing naughtiness down here. After I swallow your goodness I will brush and gargle and then we’ll kiss. Then you know what I’m going to do, Tommy? I’m going to ask a great favor of my little boy. Just you wait, you’ll see.”

His laughter rich and robust laced with relief that his right nut was not squashed.

The favor? She wanted him to submit to a spanking from her, well, from Miss to be exact.

“Cully, baby, get undressed now. I want you to do it to me while I suck the goodness from Tommy’s sack. Hurry, darling, I want to get fucked again.”

I obeyed, stripped down, and climbed in. Girl made the accommodation to accommodate me. Her opening was readily apparent as her beaver had been dilated by Tommy’s fierce fucking of it. She must have been holding on to his holdings because very little had drained onto the top sheet.

“Go ahead, boy, I’m waiting for you to start the fuck before I suck Tommy. Go on, do it to me, boy!”

She was an insistent little cuss that night.

I got it done. What Tommy had left was thick in her channel. Graciously he kept his eyes averted to the actions going on below and took her oral ministrations in the spirit intended.

I tried with all might to retard my orgasm, but, it was no good. I did have the gumption to gently divide his butt cheeks so I could at least spy her knot as I gave her everything I had.

I spoke her Christian name again and again as I released it, but, she never paused her efforts there with him, just took my seed as it mixed with Tommy’s.

“Cully, when he came I scraped Tommy’s (no-no) with my index nail. That’s why he jumped a little toward the end.”

Tommy bellowed as he had that night in that same bed in terror and when he shot it at the side of his cruiser in joy. Loud and long.