Peter Grinberg: Every inch a nymph

The first time he had slid down her body and then raised his head over her nakedly spread pussy like a dog about to lick at a choice piece of flesh and relishing its triumph ahead of time, she had pulled her thighs shut quickly as a wave of nausea had flooded through her body. How could anyone be so… sick, so perverted as to want to taste, to lick, to suck at her private place between her legs? God, at first his eyes had flared more brightly, angrily, when she had screamed at him, but then he had relented, fucking her pussy instead in a fashion more normal and decent. But God, that night had terrified her! And then, when Tony had tried again a few weeks later to lick her curl-rimmed young cunt, she had had to start crying before he would stop. And that had been the last time – before last night.

Melanie's mind was reeling under the effect of the Bloody Marys now, but at least she felt she could pretend to be gay when Jeannie Black and her lover, Slim, arrived! She couldn't bear that Jeannie, the same Jeannie who had been her roommate in college, should see that she was unhappy. Melanie and Tony had been a twosome for so long in school that they had been regarded as the most likely to have a happy life. And Melanie was sure that they would have had if only sex hadn't entered the picture in that ugly way. But for Jeannie to see that she and Slim were happier than Melanie and Tony would be a horrible blow for the proud young blonde. Oh, if only she didn't love Tony so much! If only she didn't, then she could leave him and try to start a new life somewhere else, away from all thought of men or sex. But I do love him, she moaned to herself. I love him with all my heart! But the problems with sex were poisoning their whole lives now, were no longer confined to the bedroom or the nighttime. Then, suddenly, a new thought came to the intoxicated young blonde. What if all men wanted, to do such perverted things… then how could someone like Jeannie be happy with Slim Ranito, who was certainly more crude and dirty-mouthed than Tony and must do even more filthy things to Jeannie when they were naked in bed.

Nothing was making any sense anymore! And when was Tony going to be dressed? Even though she dreaded his coldness, still she longed to see her tall, dark husband whom she could hear singing in their bedroom while he changed for their dinner guests. She had always been so proud to think that she had made such a catch, although her own looks, she thought immodestly, were nothing to be overlooked. The voluptuous, huge-titted young woman had been a beauty queen in college, and the years had only made her figure all the more alluring to men.

She decided against a fourth Bloody Mary. It was unusual for her to have more than one anyway, and they were confusing her thoughts so much that she was thinking things she never had before. What if all their sexual problems were her own fault? After all, some women seemed to like it when their husbands turned into animals and mounted them in a lecherous frenzy. Melanie stared at her glass in puzzlement, and heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" Tony called from somewhere inside the house, and Melanie tried to pull herself together before she went to greet her dinner guests in the entrance hall. The Bloody Marys had made her tipsy enough so that she had problems even getting out of her chair.

Jeannie had come in dressed in a tight little pair of cut-offs and a low-cut halter top that Tony had whistled at in a jokingly wolfish way, causing Jeannie to wriggle her sensuously curved ass with a sharp peal of laughter that Melanie had gaily joined in. The three of them had gone through the house back to the patio to begin their before-dinner cocktails. Then Slim, a muscular man in his early thirties, had good-naturedly refused any alcohol, instead pouring himself a glass of his own freshly pressed tomato juice. He owned a health spa outside Flagstaff and jokingly said it would be bad for business if his wealthy clients found him on skid row.

Soon they were sitting down to dinner, serving themselves salad, steaks and potatoes Melanie had prepared earlier, all of them except Slim drinking red wine freely and making the sort of conversation that can only come after years of friendship. Melanie was so proud of the way Tony was telling jokes and drolly describing the exertions Judge Harrison had gone through with the defendant when he was presiding over one of Tony's cases, that she allowed herself to drink much more than she should have. But she saw that everyone else was doing the same and it didn't seem to matter here among friends. And, golly, it was fantastic the way a mood could change!

Melanie found the steak delicious and laughed wickedly when Slim started telling some of his inevitable dirty jokes. The one thing she specifically had never liked about the wealthy spa-owner, when Jeannie had introduced him to her shortly before they started living together, was the way he seemed to be always looking at her huge titties in a manner that reminded her of the animal gleam in her Uncle Max's eyes that horrible afternoon many years ago. But tonight that didn't seem to bother her, even though she had felt very self-conscious when he had whistled at her provocatively clad body in much the same way that Tony had whistled at Jeannie. There was something about Slim Ranito that usually made her nervous, but tonight the Bloody Marys and then the wine had put her in such a good mood that nothing could bother her for long, not even the way Tony kept flirting with Jeannie. It was all good innocent fun, and she was happy to be able to see it for once in that light. This casual flirting had gone on ever since the three of them had known each other, long before her beautiful brunette girl friend had met Slim and Slim didn't seem to mind at all the way they would pretend to bump into each other, or the way Tony would reach past Jeannie for the hot rolls and rub his arm against her titties that were just as big and sensuous as Melanie's.

Well, maybe it did bother her a little, Melanie decided, after she noticed Jeannie drop her napkin into Tony's lap and then reach to fish it out without waiting for him to get it for her, rummaging around much more than seemed necessary to get the silly thing back. But the three of them were more or less drunk by the time they had finished their meal, and there was so much laughter that Melanie found it hard to take anything seriously. Jeannie was her best friend, and she could flirt with Tony as much as she wanted because Melanie knew she would never allow things to go too far. Even though Melanie didn't approve of her girlfriend living with a man and having sex with him without the benefit of marriage, she knew Jeannie was basically a "nice" girl.

Jeannie felt the blood rush to her face when she noticed that Melanie had caught sight of her ploy in dropping the napkin into Tony's lap. Oh God, now I've spoiled it, Jeannie fretted, her mind reeling under the combined stimulation of the alcohol and the feel of Tony Patton's huge, thickly swollen cock jerking in his pants as she grappled for the napkin. Oh God, would I like to suck on that prick of his! But we've got to be careful about this. Just because it was easy to get Liza Smith and that sexy country friend of hers into a little group sex at the spa with us doesn't mean that Melanie and Tony will go along too. Jeannie knew Tony wouldn't be any trouble, but she was worried about Melanie's reaction to the idea. She and Slim were going to have to handle this carefully, with lots of liquor and one of those blue movies Slim had brought along with him for after dinner. Jeannie had been waiting to get her hands on Tony Patton's huge prick for simply ages, and now she could feel her panties getting all damp with the very thought of it. God, I want to run my tongue around the tip of your cock, Tony, baby, she shouted mentally, staring straight at the unsuspecting man sitting beside her at the dinner table, hoping that he could somehow see in her eyes what her mind was saying. I want you to suck my pussy!