My Only Talent Ch. 29

He and I apparently realized something at the same time, and it made him relax as it made me tense up. Next week, I would be watching him tap Suzanne, and she was teasingly preparing him for it. Little slut. Petite, dusky, and incredibly beautiful little slut. He let out a big breath and broke a little bit of a smile. May be he could turn his frustration into anticipation. Something clicked inside me, too. If turnabout was fair play, and Suzanne certainly seemed to think it was, I would just have do my best to rock Strelsa's world, and hopefully very visibly so.

I began a slow progression of teasing and glancing through the panties caresses. She was easy to read and incredibly responsive, perhaps aided by Suzanne's dutiful kissing of her nipples, with the occasional cat-like lick of her underarm. Strelsa liked that, as her Suzie made obvious. Suzanne moved around with her head behind Strelsa's, and reached around her shoulders and cupped both breasts, caressing the nipples gently, but maintaining eye contact with Günter. Strelsa groaned. I tried not to.

I pushed my tongue against Strelsa's panties and got my first taste of her. It was like a bomb going off in my mouth. I focused on her outer lips and visualized them through the light fabric with my tongue. She said something in Polish, and Suzanne laughed. Inner lips now. More tasty flow. My focus on her was now complete. I tugged off her panties and grabbed a pillow, propping her tight little ass up on it a bit to improve my access. When I put my face back close to her it was like opening a steamer on the stove top. Hot wet fragrance landed on my face. I loved it. I looked up at Strelsa and her eyes were glued to mine. I smiled at her, and then bent to my task.

Her light honey blond pubic hair, damp and fragrant, beckoned me to dally. And dally I did. Slowly, methodically, teasingly, and if I do say so myself, very effectively. Her Suzie soared, and she began to lift her thighs and push her pussy toward me. I could not see what Suzanne was doing, but suddenly sensed her moving up near the top of the bed. She had taken off her little red panties, probably slowly and in a manner calculated to inflame Günter, and then used them to lightly rub Strelsa's face. Strelsa inhaled deeply of Suzanne's fragrance, and her Suzie signal redoubled.

Suddenly she came, with a wonderful squirting jet into my mouth. She tasted incredible. I made appropriate appreciative noises, paused a moment for her Suzie to settle, and then I started in on her again. Suzanne moved one leg over her like she was saddling a horse, and lowered her dark pussy onto Strelsa's pale face. Strelsa groaned and snorted, and then I just heard guzzling sounds. The lovely flow I was tasting increased a little, and Strelsa came again, just as Suzanne sneezed, signaling she had an orgasm too. Things were really happening tonight.

I stood up, again making eye contact with Strelsa, as Suzanne had moved off of her face. I stripped off my shirt and pants, leaving my underwear on, and completely ignoring the fact that her husband was watching, and was suddenly taken back by an old memory. I was suddenly on a date in early high school, parked and watching the submarine races after taking a young lady to a movie, and desperately trying to negotiate for some desired action in the back seat.

The young lady, who apparently later told people (including Strelsa) that we had gone all the way, had some much more restrictive actual rules for me that night. To be specific, she insisted that we both had to keep our underwear on. Since I was at that point committed to official celibacy anyway, I finally dealt down and traded up to reach agreement with her on a thorough but through the underwear 69 plan, which I enjoyed immensely, but I came in my underwear much too soon. She was ready to be taken home after that. But I didn't have to negotiate tonight. I just straddled Strelsa's face and tea bagged her, even though she was fully conscious and a fellow ESU fan.

She inhaled like she was smelling a sea breeze, but it was actually a tee breeze - "T" as in testosterone. I was in orbit. She licked my balls, and she tongued my cock through my thin underwear, and it was 20 times better than that other night with that other girl in high school. Suzanne giggled, Günter gagged. I whipped off the underwear, and she took my cock like a wild thing. It was wonderful.

I probably should have felt a little guilty with Günter watching, but frankly I didn't give him a single thought. Strelsa was guzzling my cock frantically. It was nice to be the object of pure female lust. She made eye contact with me, then reached behind me and touched my butt with one hand, urging me all the way into her mouth. Baby. She had no trouble taking it all. Those smiling eyes that had seemed shy in high school certainly did not look shy with my cock all the way past her lips. She hummed, then moved all the way out, smiled widely and smacked her lips, and then took me all the way back in. Oh my!

It may not have been completely mannerly, here in her bedroom with her husband watching, but I found myself grabbing her head with both hands and helping her set the rhythm. She, in turn, grabbed my ass with both hands and urged me to be a little rougher with her. She began slurping and using her tongue along the bottom of my cock. I soon realized I didn't want to come right away, and began to think about distractions. The blinds were closed, so I couldn't look out the window, but I suddenly found myself looking at Suzanne.

Suzanne was getting in touch with her inner porn star. She made eye contact with Günter, then glanced back toward Strelsa frantically sucking me, and then back to Günter. After a few more sloppy and noisy sucking thrusts, she moved back a little and then began using her hands to make sweeping gestures like the models on the TV game shows. Only instead of saying "A New Car!" as they swept their hands over the fenders, it was as if she was saying "My Boyfriend's Dick!" and "In Your Wife's Mouth!" as she smiled seductively at him.

That hardly distracted me. Suddenly I could not hold back. I threw my head back and grunted, and Strelsa, not at all shy now, engulfed the head of my cock and sucked for all she was worth. Which was a lot. She pulsed the pressure with little modulated noises coming through her nose. I let loose, and Strelsa took it all. I wonder if Günter could see her throat move as she swallowed. Her Suzie flamed and screamed as she sucked me dry. I was never happier to be a sex object, and to have my essence appreciated so.

Günter made a funny noise, and the look on his face was indescribable. When Strelsa made a loud slurping, gurgling noise on my dick, a complex expression moved across his face in synchrony with the sound. Strelsa came up for air, and Suzanne immediately swooped in and took me in her mouth, her little low excursion suck trick soon bringing me from half-mast to fully erect again. Strelsa sucked my balls as Suzanne worked my shaft, and soon John Henry lived here.

Suzanne sat back on the bed, pulling Strelsa with her to the right, and pushing me to their left and onto my back. Suzanne had thought about this, and maybe she should talk to Kevin about a part time gig as a porn scene director. She motioned for Strelsa to get on me, facing the end of the bed (and thus Günter) and she grabbed my cock and guided me into Strelsa. Strelsa shuddered and gasped. I guess this was also another first for her with anyone other than Günter.

Strelsa had some very serious and invisible pelvic musculature, and soon she was vigorously milking my cook with her pussy. It's always the shy ones, they say. Suzanne had her lay back on top of me, so that her neck was right next to my mouth, so naturally I began kissing it, and reached around to cup her breasts. Her nipples were very hard, and her Suzie crowed as I caressed them. I raised my neck and looked up and could see the top of Strelsa's thighs, as her legs were up and spread wide, with her feet planted on the edges of the bed. They framed my view of Günter, who now sat leaning forward intently, chin on one hand, like The Thinker, looking on with a mixed expression. Thinking, no doubt, about how much he was going to enjoy doing the same thing to Suzanne soon.

I saw Suzanne sweeping her hands around, and I imagined her smiling and saying "My Boyfriend's Cock!" and "Your Wife's Pussy!" She moved forward and to my left, put her face on Strelsa's abdomen, placing her right ear on Strelsa's belly button, and reaching up to stroke both of Strelsa's thighs. I put my head back down, tuned into Strelsa's Suzie signal, and began to tune for maximum pussy pleasure. John Henry was hard and pumping on.

Suzanne lifted up Strelsa's left leg and ducked under it, getting onto the floor near the foot of the bed. I put my head up to and saw the top of Suzanne's head, and her right arm as she held Strelsa's leg up high and wide, to afford her access and Günter a better view. When I held my head at just the right angle, I could see a reflection in a picture frame on the wall behind Günter.

Suzanne was still doing her Vanna White modeling bit, looking and pointing to the very spot where my cock was sliding in and out of Strelsa's steaming snatch. Everything got quiet for a moment, and I could hear the snicker snack squishing sound of flesh on flesh in between my breathing and Strelsa's. Then Suzanne leaned in and I felt her tongue flick around where Strelsa and I met. She then leaned back, turned toward Günter, and gave him a very soulful look. In my direct view, I saw his jaw drop involuntarily.

Whereupon her reflection smiled, licked her lips, and blew him a kiss! The look Suzanne gave him would have melted ice from across the room. It plainly said "Your turn is coming." So to speak. Gunter made some kind of weird noise way down in his throat. At this point Strelsa began to groan and had another big orgasm. I almost lost it as she squeezed me and I had to stop thrusting as she clamped down on me like a Denver boot on a double parked car. Old Günter sure had himself a winner with this girl!

Suzzane was not finished with her cinematography exercise. She had Strelsa turn around and get up on all fours, facing Günter. Her face was only about a foot from his knees. I took the opportunity to bend down and kiss Strelsa's tight little ass, like I was sneaking a cookie while everyone else was looking elsewhere. It was firm and fantastic, and that was just her buttocks. She drew in a loud breath, and stretched her neck up and forward, throwing it back and sticking her hard nipples out toward Gunter's face. He leaned forward slightly as if he were going to take them into his mouth.

I was concentrating on Strelsa's Suzie signal and continuously updating my estimate of the probability of her desire to have me stick my tongue in her ass. The results were inconclusive, but the scientist in me wanted to bravely go forward and conduct the experiment. Why, hadn't I promised not to hold back? I had a duty to do my best. My hands spread those pale pink cheeks apart and I kissed all around my target, not touching it, but making it clear where I was aiming.

Strelsa said something in Polish, and Suzanne's head snapped back toward me. She gave me her patented look that said 'your hand is in that cookie jar, isn't it Robbie?' and l tried to keep my eyes locked onto hers as I gently licked Strelsa's sweet little pink pucker. Suddenly I was reminded of Kevin's story about some of the unusual staffing on porn shoots, including enema technicians and certain cosmetologists who specialized in bleaching assholes. I concluded that the lovely Strelsa did not need any work done, and I plunged and plundered her sweet little butt with my tongue. She repeated that mysterious Polish phrase three times, loudly. Suzanne giggled.

"Tongue only Robbie, but give her all she wants!"

I was like a hunting dog unleashed. I turned one hand over and put two fingers in her sloppy pussy, and buried my tongue in her ass, tuning for Suzie all the while. She planted her fingers on the bedspread and pushed her ass back against my tongue. What a girl! I found her G spot almost instantly, feeling the oily and squashy little area against my fingers as I moved them glancingly up against it. When she was just about to pop, I gave my tongue maximum extension and leaned forward into her. She came, her pussy clamping on my fingers and her sweet little ass grabbing my tongue. Duty is its own reward. I waited out the pause in her Suzie signal, and then began again.

I heard Suzanne whisper to Günter, "He's French kissing her ass, Günter. Do you do that for her? I think she wants you to."

Günter gurgled, but I inferred that he never had given her ass the kind of attention it so richly deserved.

"She seems to like it! He is putting his tongue in her ass. Isn't that nasty?"

Günter gulped and turned a little green. Strelsa came again, and then John Henry made me an offer I could not refuse.

I got up on my knees and entered Strelsa's wet and wonderful pussy in one smooth stroke. I was channeling John Henry now and ready to rock. Strelsa adjusted her legs a little and began to systematically meet me thrust for thrust. She was an incredible sexual athlete. I grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and shifted my weigh to maximize penetration, settling into a smooth 2 seconds per stroke rhythm and then accelerating. Her Suzie signal now occupied my brain, and I was in complete tune with her. I wanted to make her understand how great I thought she was, and my dick would have to tell that story.

Suzanne moved over and sat on the edge of the bed, and began to gently stroke Strelsa's chin and brush her hair with her fingers. She apparently wanted to move beyond choreographer and cinematographer and be the narrator too. "Isn't she beautiful, Günter?"

Günter teared up a little, and so did I. John Henry was not distracted at all.

"She is wild, wanton and lustful, yet totally open and honest about it, with you and with us. You and I are going to watch her come. Let's watch her beautiful face when she does."

Strelsa began to change her grip on my cock as I moved in and out of her. She maxed it out when I reached maximum depth, and released as I moved out. Then she gripped me hardest in the middle of the stroke and relaxed at either end. And finally she grabbed me hard just as I entered her, relaxed slightly as I moved on, and then gripped me again when I hit bottom. She began to sing some song sotto voce, with the volume low but following the intensity of her pussy's grip on my dick. It was a strange mélange of a mother singing a lullaby and an incredibly erotic song.

Suddenly I reached maximum depth and her pussy gripped me so hard I could not back out. Her Suzie exploded, so loud that it short circuited my brain. My whole nervous system locked up and sent one signal to every muscle and nerve I had: "Come in her, Robbie!" This was even more intense than the feeling that Veronica Tappert's signal had hit me like a Taser. This was like grabbing the three phase 440V line to the electric arc welder with both hands and just holding on until someone turns off the current. Even John Henry himself could not resist this. I was in slow motion and my cock felt like a firehose that I could barely hold and aim. My blood pressure most have dropped to zero as everything poured out through my dick.

When I woke up, I was sitting up with my back on the headboard and my head lolling around. Günter was still in his chair, leaning forward, Thinker like, staring down at the bed and completely oblivious to me. In between us, the two girls were grappling in an epic 69. Breathing loudly through their noses like racehorses, and succeeding in getting each other off in spectacular fashion. Once Suzanne realized I was awake, she put me to use in her carefully choreographed dance for her audience of one: Günter.

My third erection of the evening had achieved consciousness almost before I did, prompting Suzanne to smile at me beatifically. They laid me out on the bed, and both put their heads down near my waist, giving me a showy tag team blow job, mostly for Günter's benefit, it seemed. His eyes looked as big as dinner plates as he watched. But I didn't mind that either. Soon Suzanne climbed aboard my little train, facing the foot of the bed with Strelsa watching, touching, and occasionally licking us as Günter looked on. I got a wonderful view of Suzanne's amazing ass as she bounced it up and down on me. Ride 'em cowgirl! Suddenly I had an idea for Veronica Tappert and her husband's prank - the phase two sexual part. Funny how some ideas are hatched.

Suzanne urged me over and took up her favorite shoulders down and ass up position that I normally associated with pizza follow by a doggie style pounding in the dorm room. But I had been assured I should not hold back, so I tuned out her Suzie and got into my nastiest personae - John Henry with a little calculatedly cruel BDSM thrown in. She was looking right at Günter, so I decided that he was going to see quite an expression on her beautiful face before I was through, and Strelsa could watch and learn too.

I didn't have a bookshelf to hold onto like at the dorm, but I managed to pin her head and shoulders against the wall on my right. She turned her head to the left to maintain eye contact with Günter, and grabbed the bedspread with both hands. I discovered I could wedge my left foot between the bed and the night table, and then had a pretty good base from which to work. I grabbed her hair with both hands, and visualized the nastiest, roughest fuck I could give sweet Suzanne. She would thank me later, I was sure.

At one point both Strelsa and Günter stared slack jawed as I pounded into Suzanne. I didn't mind. Then Strelsa perhaps remembered the official mission plan of a threesome and came back over to the bed, and began a strange ritual that I would call sex kibitzing, not the verbal kind, but physical. She would look at us for a moment, and then put a hand on my buttock, or on Suzann's neck. Then she would move to another spot and stroke Suzanne's hair, then look at me soulfully in the eyes. It was at the same time awkward and endearing.

Suzanne popped an orgasm and made one of her little signature sneezes. Strelsa had seen this before when the two of them were together, and the accompanying flow of fluids and waft of delightfully musky pussy smell seemed to pique her interest. She kneeled next to the bed and held her head at an angle, and then moved forward until she could see the action up close and personal. She pushed her head forward and held her legs at a funny angle somewhere close to upside down, but with one leg braced against the bed awkwardly. It reminded me of when I was a little kid and my dad tried to check the antenna cable in the old Fiat 850 Spyder convertible he was valiantly trying to restore.

I would have been appropriate for him to learn to curse in Italian, as the little car was amazingly difficult to work on. Strange little metric screws and nuts were placed in cramped spaces just a bit too small for a hand holding a screwdriver or wrench. This was apparently a major design goal. Changing the antenna cable was a ten minute job on his old Mustang, but more than an hour of torture on the Fiat. He ended up with his shoulders wedged between the two front seats and his legs up and out over the little 'trunk' (which to my thinking was actually the 'hood' since the tiny engine, if you could call it that, was in the rear) so that he could get his head and hands in position to approach the back of the shitty little radio. Even with the antenna connected it still didn't sound very good.

It was from this car that I learned all the old FIAT jokes like, 'Fix It Again, Tony' and 'Failed Italian Attempt at Transportation'. It did seem to need a lot of attention. In the Dallas dusty heat, the oil filter had to be serviced more often than at each oil change, and the electrical system was more like Luigi Volta than Thomas Edison. The fuel pump sometimes did not, nor did the fuel filter always, and the clutch seemed fail about every 1500 miles. My dad said that when everything worked it was actually fun to drive, but it was gone long before I was of driving age.