The Lisa Series (34 page)

“And are you disappointed?”

After a moment, Lisa shook her head, “No...no...I like when you take me that way.”

“You hear that, Billy,” Silk laughed. “Your wife likes me to fuck her ass.” He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Now, Billy, watch how I got your wife trained. Lisa!” he commanded. Her body jerked as if she’d been hit but she didn’t raise her head. Silk snapped his fingers, “If you want my prick in your ass, you know how to come for it, and goddamn, you better go slow and do it right!”

Lisa lay on the bare floor, naked, her arms stretched out in front of her. Using just the flat of her hands and tips of her toes, she inched toward the bed. The floor was gritty with dirt. In places the boards were rough and splintered. “Tight!” Silk yelled, “I want your belly and them titties scraping the fuckin floor!” Slowly, she made her way toward him. When she stopped between Silk’s parted legs I could see the angry red abrasions on her breasts. She still had not raised her head. Roughly Silk placed his callused feet on her shoulders and pushed. She raised her ass and reached back to spread her cheeks. “Say it,” Silk demanded. “Say the words.”

“I...I...crawl to you on my belly as I should and...and...I beg you to...to please take me...please fuck my ass. I am...I am yours. I’m Silk’s woman.”

Silk looked across at me. “Well, Billy, what do you think. Is this a fuckin act or does she mean it?” Without waiting for me to answer he put his feet back on the floor and said, “Okay, little whore, you can get up now.” He indicated she was to sit beside him.

He pulled her back on the bed as both of them swung their legs up and onto it. Silk leaned over her. “Where was Billy that time at Frank’s when the three of you was in Frank’s bedroom and Frank was fucking you?”

“Frank made Billy sit in a chair beside the bed and watch.”

“Bring that chair over here, Billy. You gonna watch your wife try to get me hard enough to give her what she wants. You want fucked, fucked by your man, your dirty old man right, Mrs. Lindal?”

“Yes, yes, I want fucked.” She reached up to touch his unshaven face, “Fucked by my man. Please, honey, fuck me.” she said. She held his face between her small hands and looked directly into his eyes. She looked away for a moment and drew a deep breath, then turned back to him, “I want you, honey,” she said. He grinned and nodded. She repeated, “I want you.” The tip of her tongue circled her lips making them shine, “Oh, God, yes...I want your cock, want it inside me.”

While I pulled the chair close to the bed Silk was speaking to Lisa. When I sat down, she turned to me, “Mr. Silk says you can take out your penis, Billy, but don’t touch it. Don’t touch it all night until he tells you that you can.” Gratefully, I unzipped by pants and freed my stiff cock. Lisa glanced at it, then quickly turned back to Silk. He shook his head. Without looking at me she said, “Watch me, Billy, watch how I make love to my new man. When I get him hard, I want you to...to...ask him...ask him to please fuck me.” Silk whispered to her. “He says he won’t give me what I need unless you beg him to...to...put his...his...cock in me.”

“That’s right, Billy,” Silk interjected. “Just sit there with your sorry lookin prick stickin out of your pants and beg me to fuck your hot little wife. Tell him, Lisa.”

“He won’t...won’t fuck me unless you promise to do whatever he tells you to do.” I sat there saying nothing.

“Answer her, Billy, or zip up your pants and get the hell out of here,” Silk rasped.

“Yes, Lisa, whatever you say.”

They were lying side by side facing one another. I watched as Silk pinched her breasts. She gasped as her nipples were still hurting. His fingernails were long and dirty. She softly kissed his neck. The tip of her pink tongue darted into his ear. She brushed her wet lips against his, teasing him. His filthy hands were on her ass cheeks, pulling her to him. She winced in pain, but ground her pelvis against his. Their faces were only an inch apart, their mouths open. Silk’s cracked lips were wet with saliva. I watched their tongues touch and dart back and touch again. She was making love to him, slow and gentle as she had once made love to me. He held his long tongue out to her. She drew back. He wiggled his tongue obscenely.

“Yes, honey,” she whispered, “that’s what I want.” Moving closer, she parted her lips and sucked on his tongue. He began to slide it in and out between her lips, fucking her mouth with it. His tongue looked like a dog’s prick, dark red and covered with a film of slime. She made small whimpering noises and squirmed against him, trying to rub her clitoris on his cock.

He rolled her over and, leaning above her, began very slowly to rub her wet lips with the black ragged nail of his index finger. “Suck it,” he said, “suck it clean and look at me.”She parted her lips and his dirty finger disappeared into her mouth. He made her suck for a long time. Her body was rigid and her hands were clenched tightly at her sides. I thought of the grime I had seen under his fingernail. Never taking her eyes from his face, she swallowed several times. When he withdrew his finger, he held it up for me to see. “What do you think, Billy? She do it good?”

“Yes, you sadistic bastard,” I said, “she did it good.”

“Now, watch, Billy. She does this to the old sadistic bastard almost every night,” he said. Kneeling over her, his legs on each side of her body, he slid up. She lifted her arms back so that he could pin them under his knees. Silk grinned at me, “She knows the drill, Billy. Your pretty little wife knows what I like.”His cock was only half erect. He inched forward until the wrinkled skin of his testicles hung just above her mouth. “I bet they smell rich, don’t they Mrs. Lindal?” he grinned down at her. She nodded her head. He lowered himself slightly. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his scrotum. “You like?” he asked. She nodded her head again. “Speak up, goddamn it! Tell Silk that his little whore wants to clean his sweaty balls with her tongue.”

“Please, ” she whispered, “your little whore wants to...to…clean your sweaty balls with her tongue.”

“Open wide,” he said. He lowered his putrid testicles into her mouth. Her lips closed around his warty sack and I could see her cheeks draw in and out as she gently licked and sucked. “If she wanted to, Billy,” Silk grinned at me, “she could hurt me real bad, you know what I mean?” Her nose was pressed tight against the base of his cock, which gradually became hard. “But I don’t hardly ever feel her teeth, just her tongue loving my balls.” He lifted up, his testicles dripped with her saliva. “And when your wife sucks my sweaty balls, Billy, she don’t ever complain about the smell or the taste. What do you make of that?” He slid back slightly, unpinning her arms. “Was that good, little bitch? You like doin old Silk?”

“Yes, honey. It was good. Thank you.” She reached for his cock and drew him forward so that she could press it against her cheeks. “I want it,” she said, looking up at him and pleading with her eyes. She rubbed it over her face, saying again, “I want it, please honey, I want it.” Then, she began to cover his uncircumcised prick with soft open-mouth kisses until it was as wet as his balls.

“That’s it, get me hard. Do whatever it takes to get me hard. Then, tell Billy to beg. Tell him to beg old Silk to fuck his pretty little wife. Make him promise to do what I say.”

Stroking his prick and pausing to kiss it, she looked directly at me, “See, Billy, see what I’m doing.” She ran her tongue along the length of the underside of his prick. Once more she held it against her cheek as she stared at me. “Do it, Billy...beg him like he said, beg him to...to fuck your pretty wife...promise...promise to do what he says. Beg and promise, Billy.”

My throat had gone dry. I wanted desperately to touch my aching cock. “Please, Silk,” I said, “give her what she wants.”

“Not good enough, Billy, tell me where you’d like to see me put my cock.” Silk grinned at me while Lisa continued to lick his balls and kiss the underside of his dark veined prick. She rubbed it against her cheeks.

“I’m begging you, Silk, begging you to fuck my pretty wife. Put your cock in her...put it in my wife’s cunt, please. I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

Silk swung his leg over her and moved to the edge of the bed where he sat, once more, with his feet on the floor. He pulled Lisa up to sit beside him. Her face and body were flushed. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Silk’s horrible stiff prick, wet with Lisa’s spittle, swung back and forth between his pale skinny thighs, the cockhead still covered with wrinkled skin bunched together at its tip. “We’re gonna take a little pause here to see if Billy means what he says.”

Lisa shook her head, “Please no...please I want...”

Silk glared at her. “When you gonna learn that nobody gives a shit what you want? Now, go fix your face.” He waved in the direction of the door. “Take your nightgown and shoes. Come back with them on.”He shook his head, “Who the fuck are you to be telling Silk what you want? You still got a lot to learn!”

Lisa nodded. I noticed the milky secretions oozing from her shaved pussy. “Yes, honey, only...please.” She looked at his cock, which had started to go limp.

“Guess you just gonna have to get it up again, Mrs. Lindal,” Silk gestured toward the door. Lisa gathered her gown and shoes together and left. We sat in silence for several minutes. Then, Silk motioned for me to hand him his robe. He started to put it on, but changed his mind and gave it back to me. “I’m forgettin, Billy. I not only got myself your hot young woman who always wants fucked, I got you as my personal servant.” He stood up. I held his robe. When it covered him, he turned around to face me and pointed to the sash. I reached out to tie it. “On your knees, Billy boy.” He pointed to the floor. I got to my knees in front of him. His flaccid cock dangled just inches from my face. I could see traces of Lisa’s lipstick on it. As I was kneeling there tying the sash of his robe, Lisa returned. I didn’t look up until I saw her white heels next to Silk’s dirty feet.

“Ain’t Billy and me a pretty picture,” Silk laughed. I felt the color rise to my cheeks. My own cock had gone limp. Lisa had washed her face and applied eye makeup and fresh lipstick, bright red this time. The oily gloss made her swollen lips shine. It appeared, through the gown, that she had also rubbed her body once more with the perfumed oil. Silk tapped me on the head. “You can get up now Billy boy,” he chuckled. He pulled Lisa aside and whispered in her ear. I saw her grow rigid and clinch her hands into tight fists. Silk noticed it too. While he continued to whisper to her he began to rub her wet slit with his middle finger. She closed her eyes and pushed against his hand. When he finished whispering, he turned her head toward him and looked hard into her eyes, his fingers tightening on her chin. “You want that, don’t you, bitch? I know you been thinkin about it. You been wantin it to be that way ever since you come here?”

He let go of her chin. Lisa lowered her eyes and bowed her head. It was several moments before she murmured, “Yes...I...I...have been thinking...imagining.” She paused again then looked up at Silk, “You’re right...it seems...it seems impossible. I don’t understand...can’t...can’t accept...but it is what I want.” She lifted her head and stared at him, frowning slightly. She took a small step back. It was clear that the sight of him disgusted her. He grabbed her arms and pulled her against him. She continued to look up at him, her body tight against his. “Yes,” she said calmly, “yes, it’s what I want.”

They both turned to face me. She took his hand, and somehow this simple act of intimacy upset me as much as anything else I’d seen that night. It wasn’t that he grabbed her hand, but that she had reached out to take his. I couldn’t stop staring. My wife’s tiny white fingers with their delicately painted pink nails entwined with his that were filthy and infested with warts. They stood there before me holding hands as if they were lovers. “Billy,” Lisa began, a slight tremor in her voice, “do you remember the words the priest said when he married us...the words of the ceremony?”

The question caught me by surprise. She looked straight at me, waiting. “Yes, I think so. But why...”

“Please, Billy, give me the ring I put on your finger on our wedding day.” She glanced at Silk who winked at her.

“Lisa, what for? Jesus, Lisa!” I protested, “do you know what you’re asking? The ring’s important. It…it...shows we’re married...husband and wife. I remember on our wedding day...”

Silk poked her hard in the ribs with his elbow. She winced and clutched her side, then straightened up, “Billy, ” she said, “you promised to do what we asked.”

Reluctantly, I twisted the ring off my finger and passed it over to her. She looked puzzled for a moment. Silk again whispered in her ear. She looked directly at me. There were tears in her eyes. She said, “For tonight and maybe awhile longer, I want to be his wife. Silk’s wife, Billy, not yours.” I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “He wants you to say the words of the ceremony. Ask me the marriage questions.” She glanced at Silk who nodded. “After I answer them, I want you to say the same thing the priest said to us. You know, pronounce us...” She stopped speaking and looked at the floor. Silk put his arm around her waist and dug his nails into her skin. She gasped. After a moment, she said, “Pronounce us man and wife.”

“My God, Lisa, do you know what you’re asking?”

She looked at me, blinking to hold back the tears, “Yes, Billy, I love you, believe that. But he wants...I mean...we both want this...and...and not pretend, Billy. I want it to be real.”

“I...I...can’t do it, Lisa, really I can’t.”

Silk’s hand moved up along her side to forcefully squeeze her breast. “Damnit! Do what she told you to do,” he said. They could see how hard my cock had become.

“Do, it, Billy, please,” she said. She placed her hand over his and pressed it tighter against her breast. “Please, Billy, like he said, I’ve thought about it, imagined it. I want to feel that I’m his wife.”

I looked at them. My Lisa more beautiful, more desirable than I’d ever seen her, standing next to this wizened old pervert, his skin almost yellow covered with the purple splotches of warts. His lips were wet exposing the dark stubs of his broken teeth. I glanced down at his legs, which were like white sticks, at his filthy feet, at the long black ragged toenails. He was slouching there in his soiled robe, smelling of sweat and piss, grinning at me while he rolled my wife’s protruding nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I expect I know her body better than you do, Billy,” Silk sneered. “I been doin things to it, Billy, doin things to her body you never done. I been doin all kinds of nasty things to your wife’s young body. I been makin her do things to me with her mouth, you know...with them soft lips and that hot little tongue.” He moved his hand to her other breast and pulled on her long pink nipple.“Folks might even say I sometimes abuse your wife’s tight little body. I like that. I like hurtin her. She thinks she’s better than I am, so I show her that her body belongs to me. Her titties, her ass, her cunt, her mouth...I done things to all of them.” He took his hand from her breast and lowered it to her thigh. Then he drew his fingernails along her pale skin leaving livid red scratches. I could see that she was trying not to cry out, but she didn’t move away from him. “You see, Billy, she’s mine. I do what I want. Whatever I feel like doin to your wife’s body, I do and she don’t say nothin. Ain’t that right bitch?”