The Lisa Series (37 page)

Silk grabbed her wrist and squeezed, “And...?”

“I...I...feel bad for ever thinking I was better than him. I’m not. I’m not better. I want to do the things he tells me to do. I want to be his...only his...I want to belong to him. It...it...excites me to belong to him.”

“Yeah,” Silk grinned, “you got that right.” He lay back on the pillows looking up at her. “You wore all your lipstick off and your hair’s mussed up. You got stuff in the table here?” He pointed to the small bedside stand.

“Yes, honey.” She slid off the bed and opened the table drawer.

Silk nodded. “Get Billy to help you. He can hold the mirror.”

Not meeting my eyes, Lisa sat at the foot of the bed and placed her make-up things beside her. She handed me the mirror. My hands shook as I held it up before her face. She was about to outline her full lips but her hand was trembling so much she had to stop. She laid the lipstick aside, and it seemed as if she was about to break down.

Silk noticed her shudder and hunch her shoulders forward. “Okay,” he said, “we don’t want no more goddamn cryin. Sit up straight, bitch, and look right at Billy while I ask the two of you losers some questions.” Lisa did as he ordered. Tears formed in the corners of her blue eyes and ran down her cheeks. She stared directly at me from three feet away. “Now, spread your legs and play with your pussy, but don’t you cum.” Silk said. I glanced down as her small hand touched the pink slit. Silk sat up in the bed. “Tell me, Billy,” he began, “did you and Lisa go to church?”

“I didn’t go much, but Lisa went every Sunday.”

“What she wear to church? Miniskirts, tight sweaters, high heels?”

The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks, but she continued to look at me. “No,” I said, “she didn’t have any of those things.”

“I bet there wasn’t a single fuckin pair of heels in her closet? I bet she wore fuckin nuns’ shoes. I bet the holy little bitch wore panties under her fuckin pantyhose and she covered her titties up with a heavy duty bra. Right Lisa?”

“In winter, yes,” Lisa answered.

“How about summer?”

“In the summer I wore either pantyhose or panties, mostly pantyhose. I always wore a bra. I never owned a pair of high heels.”

“What a fuckin waste,” Silk exclaimed, “baggy jeans, an oversized sweater, wool socks and cheap sneakers.” He waved his arm at me, “Look at them legs, Billy. They was made for heels, and them titties and that little cunt was made to be seen. What do you think, Lisa?”

As she masturbated her breath came faster, “Yes, I like the heels. I like being naked under my new clothes.” She seemed about to cum so she stopped and gripped the edge of the bed with both hands.

“That’s right,” Silk said, “don’t you cum. What else she do, Billy, besides run to the fuckin church every Sunday?

“She worked in the library...in the children’s section. She read stories to the little kids. She kept the house neat. She’s a good cook.”

“Hey, bitch!” Silk called out. “You rather be goin to church and readin bedtime stories to snot nosed kids or makin yourself pretty for me and doin what I say?”

Her hand slid between her legs again. She closed her eyes. “I’d much rather be making myself pretty for you and doing what you tell me,” she said.

“That’s right, Lisa, that’s right. Billy says you’re a good cook, and I know it’s true. Tell Billy what you do after you make me my dinner.”

She looked across at me, her finger moving in slow circles over her clitoris, “I get down on my knees beside the table with my hands behind my neck. He likes me to be pretty...eye make-up and lipstick. Usually, I’m naked. He feeds me scraps from his plate.”

“What else?” Silk asked.

“If he orders me to, I crawl under the table and suck him, suck his cock real slow while he eats.” She groaned and quickly removed her hand from between her legs.

“That’s a treat, Billy,” Silk chuckled. “I’m eatin your wife’s good cookin while under the table my prick is slidin between them warm lips. I probably cum in your wife’s mouth more than twenty times these past two weeks, and she never spilled none. She swallows all of it then squeezes my dick to suck up the last drop. Tell him, Lisa.”

Lisa looked down for a moment, then directly at me, “I suck his...his cock, Billy, sometimes two or three times a day. He cums in my mouth. He tells me to suck him dry, and I do. I...I’ve learned to love the taste of it, Billy, the taste of his cum.”

“And she don’t ever complain, Billy. I don’t even have to say nothin. I just point to the floor and she gets on her knees and opens that pretty red mouth. She wants it, Billy, she wants it all the fuckin time...in her mouth, up her ass. Most of all she wants it in her tight little pussy. You can’t believe how grateful little Lisa is to me after I fuck her.”

“I’d like to kill you,” I said.

“I know you would, Billy, but we’ve seen how stiff your prick’s been all night. Your wife’s always ready to suck my dick. She likes the feel of it in her mouth, ain’t that right, Lisa? Instead of goin to church you’d rather be on your knees every Sunday morning suckin me off?” Silk was pulling at his limp cock.

Lisa half turned to look at him, “Yes, it’s better. On my knees making love to you...sucking you...is better.”

“Okay, seems like you calmed down so how about fixin up pretty for your new husband...real pretty. You know what I like. And, Billy, you hold the mirror. Look close cause she never done this for you and she ain’t ever gonna do it for you.”

I held the mirror up again. Very slowly and carefully Lisa began to outline her full lips. Silk leaned forward to watch. “Tell Billy what you’re doin.”

Lisa looked away from me. She put down the lipstick and said, “I’m painting my lips, Billy. I know my new husband likes them to be red and shiny. I’m going to brush my hair and rub more oil on my body...and perfume.” She filled in the outline of her lips with bright red lipstick then coated them with gloss. “I always do this, make myself pretty for him. Make myself pretty for anyone he brings home...for anyone he wants to give me to.”

“That’s some mouth she’s got, Billy. After tonight I can say I felt them lips on every part of my body, you know, I mean every part. She kisses good, Billy. Do you remember how it felt when she kissed you?

Lisa looking into the mirror began to brush her hair. “Yes,” I said, “I remember.”

“Yeah, that’s all you got now, just memories. Right, Lisa? No more kisses for Billy boy. What you gonna do with them sweet soft lips from now on? Get in close to him, and look right at him and tell him you ain’t never gonna kiss him no more. Tell him why you just done what you done.”

Lisa took the mirror and leaned toward me. Her perfect mouth glistened, but, once more, tears formed in her eyes. She blinked holding them back. “I...I...I’m trying to make myself beautiful, Billy, for my new husband. I wish for him to be proud of me. I’m trying my best to make him want me.” She leaned closer. “Look at my mouth.” Her face was just inches from mine. “My lips are for him, Billy, only for him. He said I was never to kiss you again, Billy, and I won’t...not ever.”

“That’s right,” Silk cackled. “Put some more of that oil on your belly and titties. Do it right there where Billy can see good. While you’re doin it tell him whose hands you want touching you and playing with your titties. Tell him who you’re gonna rub that tight little body against. Remind him who you want to sleep with tonight and tell him what you’re gonna do in the morning.”

Lisa edged back and picking up a small container of baby oil began to spread it over her body. Her long smooth nipples were stiff and her flawless skin gleamed. “I’m his woman now. I belong to him. I want to feel his hands on my body. I want him to squeeze my breasts. I want to feel his fingers pinching my nipples, pinching them hard.” She drizzled oil over her legs and rubbed it in. “I want to slide my naked body over his and hold him tight against me.” As she spoke her breathing came faster. “Look, Billy.” She moved her hands up to cup her breasts. “What you see belongs to him. Tonight, after we’ve made love, I will sleep here beside him. In the morning, before he wakes, I’ll make myself pretty for him just as I’m doing now. When he opens his eyes I’ll kiss him gently on the mouth. I’ll whisper that I love him. I’ll tell him that I want to please him, that I want to do whatever he tells me to do.”

Tears had formed in the corner of each eye and ran down her cheeks. Abruptly, she turned away from me toward Silk. He lifted his leg and pushed his bony foot against her breast. As she’d done before, she held it there with both hands. His long ragged toenails were even with her nipples. He nodded. Obediently, she bent her head down and lightly pressed her lips against his crooked toes. He looked at me and grinned, “I don’t even have to tell her, Billy.”

“Okay, Lisa,” Silk grabbed his stiff cock, “you been a good little bitch so I’m gonna give you what you been waitin for. But first turn around, get on your knees and lift your cunt up by Billy’s face.” She brushed away the tears and did as he ordered. Her shaven pussy was only inches from me. “Now,” Silk directed, spread your cunt lips and tell Billy what you’re hot for. Tell him who owns that pretty pink cunt now.”

Her slit was oozing secretions and the nub of her clitoris was bright red and swollen. “I’m hot, Billy. You can see how hot I am. I want more than anything to feel Silk’s cock slide into me, slide into the place that once was yours.” She lifted her pelvis closer. “Look at it, Billy, look at it. My...my cunt belongs to Silk. I want his...his cock inside me. I want it real bad. Can’t you see…can’t you see how hot I am for him.”

Silk chuckled and motioned toward her, “Turn around, bitch, and sit on my prick,” he said, laying back. “Bend over so I can bite your titties.”

Lisa whispered, “Thank you, honey.” She straddled him, and, taking his cock in her hand, slid down on it. She moaned with pleasure. As I watched his repulsive brown prick disappear into the pink glistening folds of my wife’s vagina, my own prick twitched spasmodically and ached for release.

“Ah, that’s right, baby,” Silk sighed. He looked over at me. “Her cunt’s hot, Billy, and wet, and real tight. It’s just for me, Billy. Lisa is mine.” He put his claw-like hands on her waist and squeezed, digging his fingernails into her. “Your tight little cunt belongs to me, right?”

“Yes, my cunt belongs to you.”

“You want your new husband more than the old one? You want me more than Billy boy?” Silk leered up at her, the brown stubs of his broken teeth clearly visible.

Lisa was leaning forward rocking back and forth, trying to bring her clitoris in contact with his prick. “Yes...yes...oh, God, yes. I want my new husband...want him more than Billy. I want you like this...want you inside me.”

“And what’s the new bride have to say to her husband?”

“I...I...want to...to...say that I love you.”

“Better?” Silk asked again.

“Love you better?” Lisa bent down to kiss his mouth. Raising her head slightly and looking directly at the ugly, scornful face that stared up at her, she repeated, “Love you better?” She continued to lean forward thrusting with quick short strokes. “Yes, I must love you better. Could I have done all the things I’ve done tonight if I didn’t?”

“What about them things you said about me?

Her breath was coming faster. She moved against his cock more rapidly. “I didn’t mean them. Honestly I didn’t. Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she whispered fiercely. Again she lowered her face to his and holding his head between her hands pressed her open mouth against his. She held him like that for a long time.

When she lifted up again, Silk called out to me, “Hey, Billy, know what her tongue feels like in my mouth? It feels like a hot little snake, a lively one. She keeps movin it around, you know...tasting me.” He laughed, spraying spittle. “You like that, don’t you baby?”

Lisa was trying to move faster against his cock. “Yes, honey,” she gasped, “I love your mouth. I love kissing it. I love sucking your tongue.” Pulling her toward him, he whispered to her once more.

She inched up further so that her nipples were even with his mouth. Then, she turned her head slightly toward me, “Billy, while my husband fucks me...while he’s fucking me this way, fucking me hard like I need to be fucked, I want you to lick my ass. Lick it good like I licked his.” He said something else to her. She nodded. “If you do it good, Billy, my husband says he might let you cum in your hand.” Silk laughed again.

I climbed up on the bed to kneel behind her. Like her pussy, her ass crack had been completely shaved. It was clean but wet with perspiration. Even though her anal opening had been used several times a day these past weeks, it was as small and tight as it had ever been. I held her ass cheeks apart and licked her. Only an inch below my mouth, Silk’s slimy brown prick slid in and out of her. His wrinkled sack swung back and forth. Every time he thrust his prick up into her, the sour stench of his cock, and balls rose in hot, foul smelling puffs. I tongued her anal opening, thinking all the while of what he was feeling, thinking of his loathsome unwashed prick deep inside my wife’s tight vagina.

Suddenly he stopped thrusting and held Lisa perfectly still, his cock buried in her. “Squeeze it, baby, you know how to do it,” he said. “And Billy don’t stop what you’re doin. Lisa’s ass cheeks contracted as she tightened her vaginal muscles around his cock, then they relaxed as she released it. “She can make me cum without ever movin,” Silk taunted. “She done it lots of times. Right Lisa.”

“Yes, honey, lots of times. I like to feel you inside me like this, but...but...”

“Yeah, I know,” Silk chuckled. “You want fucked hard so you can cum.”

“Please, honey.” She leaned over him and he whispered to her. “Billy,” she said, my husband will let me cum, and he’ll shoot inside me but only if you say you want to taste him.”

“I don’t...” I began.

Silk interrupted, “Suck my cum out of her cunt,” he explained. “Tell her, Billy, yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“Lay on your back, Billy, right here on the bed,” he ordered. I lay beside them, my head next to Lisa’s knee. She had leaned forward again and was sliding back and forth on Silk’s cock, gasping. He was pushing up into her with hard, quick strokes. He had taken one of her nipples between his broken teeth and was sucking and biting on it.