Hartstein Ch. 10

Several minute passed before either of them spoke again.

It was Carol who broke the silence between them, saying: "It may interest you to know," she smiled, and very cat-like licked the fingers of her right hand--the milking hand as it were--greedily sopping up the last residue of his ejaculate still clinging to the small crevices between her fingers. "That I have a plan which may well succeed in giving you the pleasure of possessing Terry that you so obviously desire."

He took a deliberate sip of his drink before replying. "Tell me more," he smiled and deliberately made eye contact with the voluptuous bartender a few feet away cleaning two wine glasses.

Any fatigue that might have been apparent on Terry's face earlier in the evening had been replaced by an alert, rapt attention to the couple now sitting back down at the bar.

"That was quick," she said under her breath, but loud enough for Paul to hear as she took in the flush on Carol's face and arms, and that after sitting down she seemed unable to keep her fingers away from her inner thighs.

Hmmm, aftershocks? Terry correctly assumed, although saying nothing. She glanced at Paul, saw him eye her breasts as he sipped his drink.

Ahh, I see you're still horny, eh, Mister? she thought, not minding at all, for most men and quite a few women frequently took stock of her sizable 'girls', as she referred to them.

She moved away from the couple and tidied up a corner of the bar before taking a sideways glance at them again. Carol was absent-mindedly nibbling on her lower lip and then after slowly licking both upper and lower lips, sent one hand to play with her hair while the other dropped to caress her stomach, and then pressed against her cunt through her dress.

Carol took a deep breath and then put her hands on his cheeks, drawing his gaze to hers; she had already played this scene out in her mind, and had a speech ready. "You know, I didn't like you when we first met. I mean, you were dressed in an old worn suit and those shoes--those shoes were from ten years back."

He just smiled at her and said, "Probably more. I picked them up at Goodwill just for our meeting."

Carol smiled back, and neither of them noticed Terry move a step or two closer in order to pick up bits and pieces of their conversation after the last of the remaining customers paid their check and walked out the door, leaving just the three of them in the café.

"You were a nice enough guy--oh, you were more than that. I mean, you had ... you still have this terrific build and well, you know ... that monster in your pants--only I didn't know that at the time. I was seeing a guy named Lenny at the time. I know--I know, I never mentioned him, but after that afternoon I never saw him again. I did talk to him. I owed him that, but I never saw him again."

Carol choked up a little; "I was ... a very unhappy person, only I didn't know it then, you know? I mean, looking back on that period in my life, before, uh, that day," she shuddered for a second before continuing, "I was a bitch, especially to Sarah and some other friends, and I hated myself. What you did to me that day, I mean, what we did that day, well, there's no other way to put it--you rocked my world sexually. You know that, right? That was the best I had ever had, by like a factor of a thousand," she giggled.

"I think it's safe to say that I might have been on the brink of committing suicide ..."

Paul's hand tightened on her arm.

"No--No, it's all right. I'm all right now, thanks to you. Um, by dominating me the way you did--especially when my period came on at the worst possible moment--you made me a little girl for just a bit longer, and I was able to, to, I don't know, self-reflect, something, something. I mean to say that by being your submissive I was finally able to focus on myself as a person and not some fictional character I might as well have been reading about in one of the hundreds of manuscripts I go through every week. You know what I'm talking about?"

He nodded, knowing instinctively she wasn't quite finished and that a good part of what she was saying was meant to draw Terry into the conversation.

Carol kissed him softly and he met her lips but didn't do any more than accept her offering.

"And you! A regular guy who knew what he wanted. And it was me! OH MY GOD! And--and that's why I grabbed the fuckin' waiter on the stairwell. I was so fuckin' happy I had to share my good fortune with someone beside you, love, my love, my Paul!"

"You know I'd do anything for you, Paul--anything!"

"That's a very generous offer, Carol," he said with a genuine smile, noting that Terry had indeed closed the distance between them to be better able to listen to their conversation.

"You don't believe me? Let's walk outside. You can point out some guy--any guy, even a fuckin' wino and I'll blow him. You want to fuck me in the alleyway outside the café? I'm game! Anything, Paul. Anything!"

Then in a whisper that only he could hear, she said,"Follow my lead. We're the only customers right?"

Paul surveyed the café and nodded. "I don't see anyone else. Any minute now Terry will be asking us to leave."

"Okay, like I said, follow my lead."

Paul said, "What are you up too?"

"I'm after Terry, what else?" Then she told him what she wanted him to do, and when to do it.

"No, Carol, don't pursue it. She'll never go for it and you get us 86'd from the place."

"Say exactly that again, only louder, Paul."

"No, Carol, I don't think so," Paul replied a little too loudly.

"Shush," she said looking quickly in Terry's direction and then turning away just as quickly.

The ploy was enough to pique Terry's interest and she came over to stand in front of them on her side of the bar. "Something bothering you guys?"

"No--no, it's nothing," Carol said, averting her eyes.

"C'mon, I heard my name, what is it?"

"Well ..." Paul said and hesitated.

"Look it's almost closing time. In fact it is closing time, so if you have something to say, say it, and then we can all go home."

"You'll only get pissed," Paul said sheepishly.

Terry laughed and looked at the two of them. "Okay, now I'm dying to know what the hell it is. I'll tell ya, I think I know what it is ... but I want to hear you say it. Of course I could be wrong, soooo..."

Carol took over, saying, "If you know then why ask?"

"I want to be sure. Terry said.

"Like he just said, you'll only get pissed at us," Carol offered tentatively.

"No, I won't ... and if I do it's my own fault. It's probably something about my tits, right? I mean, believe me, I hear about them every day. So I'll take no offense, okay?"

Paul smiled and said, "It is about them, but ..."

"But what?"

"Probably not what you think.

"You want to guess their size, right?"

"No," he replied.

"No? Then what?"

Paul pointed at Carol. "Carol here ... are you sure you won't get pissed?"

"I swear to God I won't get pissed."

"All right, Carol, umm, really admires them. As you can see she's not nearly as big as you in that department." He waited for Carol to nod her head. When she did, Terry said, "So some girls are bigger than others. Some guys are bigger than others it's a basic fact of life."

"That's not ... Paul hesitates. "That's not what this is about."

"What is it about?

"Carol wants to nurse on them," he held his hands up defensively as if expecting Terry to hit him. "I know, I know! But I tell you what; I'll give you a hundred bucks if you take them out and let her suck on them for say a minute or so."

"No way!"

"Well I know it's a stupid thing, but that's what we were discussing. I didn't think ..."

"A hundred and fifty, and not in here," Terry said stiffly.

Carol looked at Paul, who shook his head affirmatively and replied, "Where?"

"Let me close the place up. You two can stick around. It's okay if I have friends hang around after hours some times. But it's only her that touches them, you can watch, but no touching, understood?"

"I agree, no touching, but I can touch Carol while she's um, nursing, right?"

"I don't care what you do with her; just don't try to join her. I can and will hurt you both if that happens."

You have my word," Paul said.

"Oh, and the money, I'll take that now if you don't mind."

Carol jumped in saying: "I think you should pay her after services rendered, Paul."

"Then go fuck yourselves, or each other. I get the money up front or no deal."

Paul pulled out his wallet and extracted three fifty dollar bills and placed them on the bar. Terry scooped them up and tucked the bills into her bra. "For safe keeping, sugar," she said to Carol, and gave them her first genuine smile of the evening.

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A few minutes later the trio were standing in Terry's apartment, which was conveniently enough, just around the corner.

Terry laughed as she accepted Carol and Paul's coats and placed them on the back of a chair in the living room. "You can see the café from the kitchen window. I can't seem to get far away from the job no matter what."

"Um, how should we go about doing this?" Paul asked unable to tear his eyes away from her beautifully chiseled features and curvaceous body with tits a person would willingly die for, be they man or woman.

Terry knew exactly, or almost, what he was thinking and said, "Well the deal is that Carol here gets to play with my girls for a minute. I think you need a little more time than that, so let's just do it and when I think I've had enough I'll call it quits, sound all right?"

"Here, in the kitchen?" Carol inquired.

"No--no, the living room--let's use the sofa ... I mean, let's you and me use the sofa. He can watch from wherever he wants. But remember Jocko, no touching, you watchee only," Terry said, doing a poor rendition of imitating a Chinese laundryman.

Paul turned to bring a chair closer to the sofa and heard a rustle of clothing; he picked up the chair, turned and saw Terry exposing her 'girls' to Carol.

"Have fun with 'em, darling. Not all that many people have."

Paul's jaw hung open. He was frozen in place thinking, she's even better than imagined she'd be!

Carol reached out with a trembling hand to caress the tops of Terry's breast while staring at the nipple right in front of her nose.

"Oh, just a sec, honey," Terry chirped with a big smile: "let me make a slight adjustment to my outfit. I don't think you can get at them properly and I promised that you could so ..."

That said, Terry yanked her top up and over her massive jugs completely freeing them. Carol didn't need to be told to move on them--but fixed her mouth to one and began squeezing and massaging the other while Terry stood passively with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.

Paul shifted position slightly to obtain a better view of Carol's mouth on the nipple and noticed she was already panting through her nose, with her eyes closed and her head tilted back.

When Carol switched breasts Terry started making a small moaning sound through her nose. Paul made a mental note that Carol was very much like a half starved calf on her teat. He had witnessed that scene as a young boy and it had left an indelible image with him.

But Carol wasn't the only one enjoying herself; Terry appeared to love the attention her 'girls' were receiving. Paul saw her glance down as Carol let one nip out of her mouth to switch to the other and noticed the nipple was about the size of a grape.

"Is this what you wanted, honey?" Terry reached down and plucked at the recently suckled bud.

"Mmmmm," Carol replied, busily paying homage to Terry's turgid nipple.

Terry turned to Paul, "Do you see these nice juicy nipples, big boy?"

Paul nodded.

"Want to lick them? Kiss them? Suck them? Would you like to be my boob boy? My tit slave? Do you think you could take care of tits this big, hmmm? Lemmie tell you ... Oh, sweetie, that's soooo nice, but you're ignoring the other one. Go after that one honey. That's my girl!"

Now Paulie ... I wish you could feel them, you know? But our deal is you can watch but not touch--to fuckin' bad, but a deals a deal. They are so soft and warm," she cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting them out to him.

Carol scrambled after her trying to regain access to either nipple and Terry made sure that she did.

Paul held his ground, but his arousal was obvious from the bulge in his slacks. The only sounds in the room were that of Carol sloppily sucking on Terry's tit and the heavy breathing of all three participants in the room. It was only when Carol began to chew on Terry's nipple that Terry broke the silence.

"Carol ... Oh, th--th--that's sooo nice!"

Carol took that as the bartender's approval to take further steps with her and sent a hand under Terry's skirt, found the wet place on her panties and rubbed it furiously hoping to bring her to orgasm.

Carol was delighted with what she thought was taking control of the other woman that her nipples tightened into knurled buttons.

That changed when Terry slapped her hard across the face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarled as Carol staggered backward in shock.

"I thought--I thought--I'm so--sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't ..."

"I should throw the both of you the fuck out of my place," she said in low growl that told both Carol and Paul she meant every word.

Then her tone changed to a warmer, softer level, and she smiled lewdly at Paul first, and then after a moment at Carol. "But you managed to turn me on. You have a decided talent for sucking tit. I really liked what you were doing ... so continue, but don't get carried away with try any more shit with me."

"You," she said looking at Paul, "You any good at sucking tit?"

"I have my moments," he answered incredulous that she would ask such a question of him after what had just transpired.

"This one's open for business. Wanna try it out for size?"

A moment later both Paul began to knead the one white globe closest to him.

He was fascinated by both the softness and the firmness beneath it. He kissed every inch of that breast. He licked from the farthest point, where it attached to her chest and slowly drew a spiral until his mouth was fully on her areola. From there he went at the nipple and suckled it and flicked it with his tongue, batting it back and forth while his teeth held it steady.

His senses were completely fixated on the tit before him. He moaned around it and thought that this wouldn't be a bad place to be for the remainder of his life. Nothing existed for him but this.

Both Carol and Paul were lost in the heavenliness of Terry's tits.

Terry too was affected by the attention her breasts were receiving. She was beside herself with arousal.

She couldn't believe the wonderful sensations ricocheting throughout her body. She felt the puddle of wetness beneath her and she knew she was going to cum without anyone even touching her pussy. They were going to get her off just from playing with her breasts!

"Enough! Enough!" Terry howled as she pulled away from the two hungry mouths nursing at her 'girls,' and tumbled over the edge--her body spasming as she climaxed in a series of convulsive movements and only after calming down did she look at her ravaged breasts, now red and angry looking--splotchy rather than their usual milky white color--and he nipples were huge, practically twice their normal size.

But she felt GOOD.

Terry laughed and took Carol's chin closer to her and kissed her long and hard, and then did the same with Paul.

He looked sheepishly down at his cock, which was still half-hard, and the puddle underneath it. Then he looked at her. Well, her tits, anyway. Until she pulled his chin so he was looking at her face. And she pulled him in for a long, wet kiss.

"Now you two have gotten me pretty hot. I admit I really enjoyed the way you treated my girls. So I'm going to masturbate for you. But you cannot don't touch me. You can watch. I want you to watch, both of you. I get off on it."

Terry glanced at the bulge in Paul's slacks and said: "You do look a little uncomfortable; you can take that schlong out. You play with it, or let Carol play with it if she doesn't insist on jilling herself off first. Whatever, but you both keep away from me, understand?"

"I understand" he replied as his fingers nervously unzipped his slacks. Despite herself, Terry couldn't resist watching his fingers work their way down his fly, and she said nothing as his manhood sprang out and bobbed up and down before coming to a quivering halt.

Carol's eyes kept darting from Paul to Terry and back again.

Terry smiled at them before deftly removing her remaining clothing and sat back down in her own chair and spread her thighs. She was still, as she had been for the entire conversation, extraordinarily wet.

Both Carol and Paul couldn't help but stare at the naked body displayed in front of them.

She's fucking gorgeous, Paul thought and saw that Carol appeared to agree with his assessment of the nude woman sitting before them, slowly sliding a hand up to cup her right breast.

Terry laughed softly, her eyes on the couple seated across from her. She pinched her hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger and jerked as her clit pulsed from the erotic sensation it caused. Closing her eyes, she sent her other hand between her legs and over the thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair to her clit and began to stroke it, circling over and around it, rhythmically, as her lips parted to form a greedy smile.

She pulled her labia apart then selected one swollen lip and squeezed it with thumb and forefinger as they traversed the slick, runny film already coating the lip-like structure.

Strangely, both Terry and Carol moaned at the same time, causing Paul to smirk in amusement at their antics.

Moments later, Terry had three fingers working in and out of her pussy which was already dripping her gooey fluids onto the floor between her widely splayed knees.

Paul couched. Carol giggled inanely, and Terry grinned lewdly as she glanced in their direction, then brought the fingers to her nose and smelled them. The sexual aroma exuding from her cunt was strong enough that Carol and Paul had no trouble smelling it until the moment she place the fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

"God, I love that taste," Terry said in a raspy voice. "Like the show I'm putting on for you two?"

"It's an unforgettable performance," Paul quipped with a broad smile.

"Thank you. And you, Carol ... what do you think?"

"Umm, I'd--I'd like to go down on you, Terry."

"Not a chance, Carol ... not today anyway."

At that point Terry stood up and moved to the kitchen and brought her pelvis to bear against the rounded edge of the counter. "A little extra stimulation is good for the soul. Watch this, Carol. You can do it at home if you're careful."

Terry laughed and raised herself up on her toes puttin her clit at the right height to rub against the counter top.

"Mmmmm, this always gets me going," she purred as she pressed in against the counter and lightly humped into the hard edge. "I could make myself cum this way, but I have something else to show you before you two perform for me."

Carol and Paul exchanged a look at that, but said nothing, preferring to see what Terry was going to do. She didn't disappoint either of them.

Leaving the counter, she moved quickly to the refrigerator and opened the freezer and took out what appeared to be a large dildo.

"It's my special, one-of-a-kind toy. I call it my frozen dildo. Actually it's a balloon that I fill with water until it has a certain preferred consistency, and then I freeze it. Now Carol you'll be interested in this," Terry said as she returned to the chair in the living room and sat down, placing her legs wide apart on the chair arms.