The Lisa Series (15 page)

“Damn, Frank, she sure has the hots for you!” Teddy exclaimed.

“That’s right,” Silk added, “but she’s always hot for cock. Everybody’s except Billy’s, right Billy?” he laughed.

“That’s right, Mr. Silk.”

“Like I told you, she sucked my prick and fucked me twice in Billy’s living room while Billy served us coffee.”

“Is that true, Billy?” Harriet asked.

“Yes,” I said, “she does whatever Frank tells her to do.”

“I don’t know how the fuck you can take it,” Teddy seemed genuinely puzzled. “If she was my woman...”

“But she ain’t your woman,” Frank interrupted. “She’s mine. Right, Billy?”

“Yes,” I said.

He put down the deck he’d been shuffling. “Enough cards for awhile. It’s show time. You ready, Harriet?”

“I’m dripping wet, Frank.”

“Good. You sit on the couch. The rest bring your chairs.” They placed them in a semi-circle around the couch with Frank’s big chair in the center. When they were settled, I served another round of drinks and stepped back behind the half circle of chairs. “Lisa!” Frank yelled.

The bedroom door opened immediately. They murmured their approval. Lisa was beautiful: her legs with their sheen of oil, the tiny cleft of her exposed pussy, the rounded swell of her splendid ass, her narrow waist, the visible outline of her firm breasts and hard nipples, and the bright red liquid gloss of her full lips. I noticed the fear in her eyes and the slight quivering of her lower lip. Looking at her face, one saw only a frightened little girl. She crossed to stand once more beside Frank. Frank looked up at her. “What’s my baby want?” he asked.

“Feel me, honey.” She pushed aside the opening of her gown and placed his huge hand on the back of her thigh. As his hand moved up to fondle her ass, she closed her eyes. Her lips parted, and she lifted up on her tiptoes and gasped as his blunt fingers brushed against her clit. Although she felt ashamed and afraid, it was clear that she was also intensely aroused.

“Now what you want?” Frank smiled and winked at his audience.

“You, honey. I want you...I want you inside me.”

“But you got to earn it.” Frank continued to stroke the back of her thighs. Lisa nodded. “Remember what we talked about before the party?” Frank asked.

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

Lisa couldn’t speak for a moment. Frank pinched her. “The prize,” she said quickly.

“That’s right.” Frank smiled up at her. “Now I want you to go over there and kneel down with your head on the rug between Harriet’s boots and your hard little ass raised up.” Lisa hesitated. “Do it!” Frank demanded. Harriet smiled as Lisa got to her knees and rested her head on the floor as Frank had instructed. “Good,” Frank said. “Show us the prize, but not too fast.”

Lisa reached back and slowly began to draw the hem of her gown up over her legs, over the glistening crack of her pussy, and finally over the smooth flawless skin of her ass. “Spread,” Frank commanded. The bright tipped fingers of Lisa’s little hands pulled her ass cheeks apart to reveal the small, pink puckered center of her anus.

“Jesus Christ!” Teddy shouted, “you mean...”

Silk jumped up excitedly, “He means one of us gets to fuck that sweet virgin ass! Ain’t that right, Frank?”

“Goddamn,” Dooley said, quietly.

“To tell the truth,” Frank said, “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask the little cock teaser. You want the prize winner’s cock?” Lisa said something inaudible. “Speak up, damn it!” Frank yelled.

“Yes.”

“Where do you want it?”

“There,” Lisa said.

“Say it,” Frank commanded.

“In my...in my...in my ass,” she whispered.

Frank looked at his guests and nodded. “Is that what you really want, baby? You want a stiff cock sliding into that virgin ass?”

“Yes, honey,” Lisa answered.

“Good. Pull your gown back down but stay right there and answer my questions so we all can hear.” Frank paused as if he weren’t quite sure how to start the next phase of his little entertainment. Smiling, he winked at Harriet. “Lisa,” he said, “you’re right there where you can see Harriet’s boots. Do they look hot and heavy to you?” The thick black leather boots were worn and cracked. Lisa wasn’t sure how she should respond.

After a moment, she said, “Yes, honey, they do.”

“Well then, since Harriet is our guest, why don’t you take off her boots and make her feel more comfortable.”

Still kneeling before the old woman, Lisa raised her head. Harriet extended one boot. Lisa unbuckled the strap at the instep and tugged it off. Harriet wore no socks or stockings. Her pale feet were narrow, the toes thin. Her toenails were long and painted a dark shade of red. Lisa pulled off the other boot, then waited for Frank to tell her she could stand. Harriet stared down at the kneeling girl. Unsmiling, she lifted one narrow bony foot to the level of Lisa’s breasts.

“Kiss,” she said evenly.

Lisa turned away looking back at Frank. “Please, Frank honey, don’t make me,” she pleaded.

Frank smiled at her and shook his head, “You know I’m not making you do anything. Whatever you do here tonight is because you want to do it. If you don’t want to please Harriet, you don’t have to.” Lisa took a deep breath and started to rise. “And,” Frank continued, “if I don’t like your attitude and decide not to fuck you tonight...well, you know how it goes, baby.” Lisa stood for a moment looking at Frank. “Maybe Silk’s right,” Frank continued. “Maybe you are an arrogant little bitch.”

Slowly, Lisa got to her knees again and turned back to Harriet. She placed her left hand under the heel of Harriet’s extended foot and bent her head, and gently touched her lips to Harriet’s long, thin toes. Harriet lowered her foot.

“That’s better,” Harriet smiled. She stood. Lisa still knelt before her. “Look up here, Lisa,” Harriet said, “I got a little surprise for you.” Lisa lifted her head. “While you were getting yourself all pretty for us, me and Frank worked out a little deal.” Lisa glanced quickly at Frank. “Your main man has given you to me for a little while,” Harriet said.

“Oh, no,” Lisa whispered, and turned back toward Frank.

“Harriet’s right, baby. It won’t be long. Maybe you should remember a couple of things like reform schools, Ryan’s, you know.”

Harriet laughed. “Suppose you tell us whose hot little bitch you are now?”

“But I...I...,” Lisa again looked at Frank pleading with her eyes. He shook his head. “I...I...I’m yours,” Lisa said softly.

“Say it so we can hear you.”

“Yours,” Lisa said, louder this time. “Frank says I belong to you.”

“And if you belong to me, you’ll do what I say, right?”

Lisa bowed her head, “Yes, I’ll do what you say.”

“Good. Now, unbuckle this belt and pull off my jeans, and then take off my shirt.” Harriet’s legs were like her feet, thin and bony. Her buttocks were also thin but firm. A triangle of thick curly black hair covered her pussy. She sat down and Lisa began to unbutton the black shirt. Harriet wore no bra. Like her ass, her breasts were surprisingly firm, tipped with large dark nipples. When she was completely naked, she leaned forward. “Now, what do you want to do for Harriet?” she asked, reaching out to draw her long fingernails across Lisa’s breasts.

Before Lisa could respond, Harriet pulled the girl tight between her spread legs so that Lisa’s belly was pressed against the older woman’s pubis. Harriet then yanked Lisa’s hair as Frank had done, forcing the girl’s head back. She leaned forward until her face almost touched Lisa’s. She licked her thin lips and smiled. “Kiss,” she said, drawing Lisa’s mouth toward hers. Lisa shut her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together. Harriet yanked viciously on Lisa’s hair, “Open, damn it!” Lisa winced but did not cry out. Obediently, she parted her lips. Harriet extended her tongue. Lisa lifted her head to accept it.

Quickly Harriet reached out and, between her pointed fingernails, pinched Lisa’s swollen nipples. Although her mouth was still pressed against Harriet’s, Lisa moaned. They parted, and Harriet placed one hand on the back of Lisa’s neck. “Suck my nipples,” she said. Lisa took one of the brown nipples in her mouth. She sucked it. Then, she sucked the other one. “Ahh, “ Harriet whispered, “that’s it. See if I’m wet.” Lisa reached between Harriet’s legs, her tiny hand almost hidden in the thick black pubic hair. “Well?” Harriet asked.

Lisa looked up at her. “Yes, very wet.”

“That means you’re making me hot, and if you get someone hot and wet you should make them come, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“Do you know how to make me come?”

“I never...I don’t think...” Lisa stammered.

Harriet leaned back against the cushions of the couch and parted her legs. She spread her pussy so that her purple vaginal lips opened to reveal a long, dark, glistening clitoris. “Lick me, baby,” she said. “Suck my pussy and make me come.” She pushed Lisa’s head between her legs and held it there.

Soon, Harriet began to thrust her pelvis forward and groan. “Suck, baby, suck it. Suck it good.” Lisa reached up to squeeze Harriet’s nipples. Suddenly Harriet cried out and, pulling Lisa’s head hard against her pussy, she thrashed back and forth and came. Gasping and moaning, she continued to hold Lisa’s head to her pussy until she came again.

Harriet fell back against the couch, panting heavily. Lisa stood up. When she turned to face us, she was crying. She looked at Frank, and then she spit on the floor. “I hate it!” she screamed. “I hate all of it!” She ran, sobbing, into the bedroom leaving the door open behind her.

“Billy,” Frank growled, “another round of drinks.” He went to Harriet and leaned over to whisper in her ear. Then, frowning, he crossed to the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

Silk stood up, his face red with anger, “It’s just like I told you,” he said, his voice cracking, “that cunt thinks she’s better than us! She got a lot to learn...a goddamn lot to learn!”

Chapter Twelve

The Prize

When I returned from the kitchen, Frank was back in his chair. Harriet, still sitting on the couch, had put on her clothes and boots. The others sat facing her, just as they had while Lisa performed for them.

“Little bitch shouldn’t a done that,” Silk said, glancing at Frank for approval. Frank ignored him and turned to look over his shoulder at the bedroom door. I served the drinks and everyone waited in silence.

After a few minutes, the door opened. Lisa wore the same white gown and shoes. She had reapplied her makeup. Her mouth was bright red once more. She glanced at Frank, and then crossed slowly to stand in front of Harriet. Getting to her knees, she bowed her head. “Please, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean it.” Harriet smiled slightly. There was a pause. “I want to...to…” Lisa was having trouble speaking. She took a deep breath and began once more. “I want to make you come again.”

“Yes, my dear, I’m going to see that you do. I’m going to have you do all sorts of nice things to me with that hot little mouth of yours. But not now. In a day or two at my house. Teddy will bring you there.”

“Thank you.” Lisa turned to look up at the half-circle of guests. “I’m sorry for the way I acted,” she said.

“Maybe sorry ain’t enough,” Silk said.

“I want to...to make up for it.” She turned toward Frank. He nodded his head. She got to her feet, then parted her gown and exposed her pussy. She went from one guest to the other, stopping before each. “Please feel,” she said. Each of the men fingered her, and when she was touched she shut her eyes and gasped or moaned softly. Silk was last. She approached him, visibly shaking. Standing before him, she looked down at the floor. Quickly and forcefully he shoved two long, bony fingers deep inside her. She cried out and bit her lip.

Silk grinned, “You’re sure a hot little cunt, ain’t you?”

“Yes,” Lisa said, “that’s...that’s what I am.” Silk grabbed her breast. She squirmed as Silk pinched her nipple. He continued to finger her. In spite of her shame and revulsion, she began to move against his hand.

“That’s enough,” Frank said. “She ain’t gonna come till I tell her she can.” Silk withdrew his fingers, which glistened with Lisa’s juice. “I think it’s time we cut the cards to see who wins the prize,” Frank said, gesturing for me to get the deck. He motioned for Harriet to come over to him and he whispered something to her. She quickly went into the bedroom and returned with a large plastic bottle of baby oil, which she took into the kitchen. “I forget what the prize is,” Frank continued. “Billy, here, is donating it. What did you bring for us, Billy?”

“Lisa,” I said.

“We know that,” Frank responded, “just what little goodies of Lisa’s are you offering for our prize?”

“Her...her,” I glanced at Lisa. She was looking at the floor. “Her ass,” I said.

“And it’s a virgin ass?” Frank questioned. “Nothin ever been shoved between them virgin cheeks?”

“No,” I answered, “she’s never...”

“Well, that’s real generous of you Billy. I mean what man would give his wife’s virgin ass to a stranger?” Frank laughed, and the others joined in. Lisa continued to stare at the floor. I noticed that she was still trembling. “Now, Billy,” Frank continued, “this here’s to help the winner open up his prize.” He held out a tube of KY jelly. “I want you to squirt some of this on Teddy’s fingers, and on Silk’s, and Dooley’s.”

I took it from him and went to Teddy, then to Dooley. When I got to Silk, he held up his hand extending the fingers he’d put in Lisa. They were still wet. “Sniff, Billy,” Silk chuckled. “This is as close as you’re gonna get to your wife’s cunt tonight.” I dropped the KY and grabbed his shirt ready to break the ugly bastards nose.

“No, Billy!” Frank yelled. Reluctantly I let go of Silk. There was a moment of silence. Silk glanced at Frank who nodded. Silk lifted his hand again and held the glistening fingers under my nose. “Tell us, Billy,” Frank chided, “how’s your wife smell?”

I pushed Silk’s hand away and turned toward Frank. “You bastard,” I said.

“You’re fuckin close to earning little Lisa an extra week,” Frank said evenly. “I’ll ask you one more time. “How does your wife’s hot cunt smell?”

“Sweet,” I said. “It smells sweet.” They all laughed. I retrieved the KY. I squirted some on Silk’s fingers.