Saturday, June 29-Sunday, June 30, 1974
There are worse ways of spending a Saturday morning than having your mother and your ex-girlfriend take turns sucking your cock.
Perhaps a word of explanation is in order. Following Anne’s advice, I took Heidi Forster out on Friday—and fucked her. Then I took Betty Payton out on Saturday and fucked her. Maybe dating was not as difficult as I had thought.
As many times as I had enjoyed Heidi in my fantasies, I had never dared to ask her out. Blonde and buxom, gorgeous full lips, she was the undisputed hottest girl in our class. Her two passions were sex and science. So, I introduced her to Joann the next week.
Betty and I had been an item for just under two months before she left for greener pastures. I had failed in my boyfriendly duties, and she had no difficulty finding guys who would happily screw her. She was petite with nice if not huge breasts. She was one of those girls with a nose larger than ideal but still very pretty.
“If you’d have fucked me like that we’d still be together,” she told me. We discussed getting back together, and I decided to tell her everything: about my mother and about Felicity and my ultimate quest for Sylvia.
“Are you shitting me?” she asked. Was she shocked? Most definitely, but not put off; she wanted details—and she wanted in. I felt sure she could hold her own in Felicity’s circle of sexy females. I was still a novice in gauging electoerotic energy levels, but it wouldn’t have surprised me a bit if she scored an impressive SMQ.
She asked me over for dinner on Monday night. It was nice to see her mother again. Even more fun was her mother’s reaction as I took off all my clothes and hung them in the closet just inside the front door.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked with total nonchalance. She said nothing at first—suddenly deprived of the power of speech. Then she managed a few words.
“No, not at all. Please—make yourself… comfortable.”
I had Mrs. Payton’s full attention all evening, which amused Betty no end. She was not familiar with the amica familiaetradition, but she was fascinated to hear about my arrangement with Felicity.
“I’d like to find Betty something like that,” she said.
“Oh, Mom!” replied Betty in consternation.
I did have an idea about that. “Let me see what I can come up with.”
I had never seen Betty’s mother so flustered and squirmy as she was during the whole of that meal. It was no mystery what was at the forefront of her mind.
Betty turned to me with a knowing look. “Why not put my mom out of her misery?”
“Wouldn’t they lock me up and throw away the key?”
“Not that way; the other way.”
“That does make more sense. Would you like that, Mrs. Payton?”
Her eyes were imploring. “Oh, yes, please,” she replied, her voice a whisper.
That left Betty to do the dishes, I’m afraid, as her mother and I went upstairs and spent the next couple of hours in her bedroom.
After she was fully satisfied, I called my mother from the phone beside the bed. I had a proposal for her.
“I’m sure your father won’t mind,” she said. “He always wished he could fuck Betty, back when you were dating. I’m sure he’d be happy to help out.”
That’s how my mother became a kind of informal amica familiae for Betty. That’s why Mom was giving her blowjob lessons that Saturday morning. That’s the reason I was there, to provide the requisite cock to practice on.
“Swirl your tongue around his cock tip. Yes, just like that. See how it makes him squirm.”
“There are so many ways you can use your mouth to create pleasure. Just licking it up and down. Literally blowing on it. Try humming with the cock in your mouth.”
“How do you like it, compared to his father’s?”
“I can’t get Tony’s all the way into my mouth,” Betty replied, “much less Martin’s great big cock. Though it’s fun to try.”
“You need to learn how to deep throat it.” My mother was a marvel at taking my full length into her mouth and down her throat until her lips touched my abdomen. Without choking or gagging. Betty tried and tried, without success—though it felt incredible to me. Lucky Dad; their in-house practice cock.
Betty was as happy as I’d ever seen her. She and Mom kissed me goodbye when it was time for me to go. I begrudgingly put my clothes back on—minimal: t-shirt and shorts.
“I’ve taken inspiration from you,” said Betty. “I haven’t worn any clothes for the past five days. And I don’t plan to ever again…” She giggled.
“We agreed on some house rules for her,” said Mom. “Naked. Period.”
“And sex of any kind. Anytime, anywhere, whenever asked, ordered, or just suggested. By Caroline or Tony or Frances or anyone else—even visitors.” Betty explained, with obvious pride.
“Wow,” I replied. “That’s pretty over the top.”
“Don’t look at me. It was Betty’s idea.”
“I got it from a book called The Story of O. You should read it.”
“Never heard of it, but I’ll bet Felicity has.”
“How’s Heidi, by the way? Have you seen her lately?” They had never been close friends but were friendly. We were all in the same class.
“We’ve fucked a few times this week,” I answered. “She’s having her SMQ measured today.”
“Oh wow! When do I get to do that?”
“I’ll ask Felicity to schedule it.”
“Just to let you know, Martin,” said Mom. “Jeri’s flight comes in about noon. She does have one appointment at two. It’s just a two-hour. So, she should have no problem being ready by six-thirty.”
“Incredible. I really appreciate your keeping her schedule clear for tonight.”
“She was happy it worked out. She’s looking forward to getting to know you.”
“Carnal knowledge: the best kind.”
———
I parked in my spot and was in and nude in no time. I went up to my suite, hoping for at least a quickie with Zoe. But she wasn’t home; so, I turned it into a solo session—in Sylvia’s honor, naturally. I couldn’t believe it: I was actually going to be seeing her in just a few hours.
After lunch, I decided to pop down to the lab, maybe catch the tail end of Heidi’s assessment.
I found the three of them sitting in Joann’s office. Joann was dressed and wearing a lab coat. Felicity was topless and wearing a black garter belt and stockings. Heidi had on lacy lingerie bra and panties. She had a particularly pleased look on her face.
She looked up at me and announced: “Eight-three-three, baby!”
“Eight hundred thirty-three?” I said. “That’s the superheroine zone!”
“As I predicted,” said Felicity,” your dick is a walking e3 detector.”
“It always points in the right direction,” agreed Joann.
“We go to great lengths to discover suitable candidates for our research. When all we really have to do is enroll all your girlfriends.”
“Which reminds me,” I said. “Betty asks me to ask you if she could be tested.”
“Absolutely! We intend to. Let’s have her in this next week. Tuesday sound good, Joann?”
“Yeah, that works.”
“So, Martin,” said Heidi. “I’m glad you finally asked me out.”
“Finally? You could tell I wanted to? How did you know?”
“How did I know you wanted me? Because you’re a guy.”
“Oh! I guess that makes sense.”
“Who knew you had all this in your back pocket? And who knew you had that that behind your zipper?”
Just then a beautiful young woman appeared at the door. She had gorgeous ebony skin and an afro.
“You called for me, Joann?”
“Yes, I did. Barbara, have you met Martin yet?”
“No, ma’am. I haven’t had the pleasure, though I understand I’m scheduled for next week. Nice to meet you, Martin. My name is Barbara Brown.”
I hadn’t realized my “conquests” had been scheduled out for me, but this one looked like she was going to be a delicious fuck.
“Barbara is one of our newest researchers. How long have you been with us, Barbara?”
“Just under a year.”
“So the reason I called you, Barbara. This is Heidi. She’s going to join us as a science intern for the rest of the summer. She has some interesting ideas.”
“That’s right. I was thinking: energy crisis? Electroerotic energy? I’m thinking there has to be a solution in there somewhere.”
“It’s a brilliant idea,” said Felicity.
“So, I wondered if you’d mind showing Heidi around the science complex, Barbara? Let her get to know the place?”
“With pleasure, Joann. And it’s a great pleasure meeting you, Heidi. My god! Those are beautiful breasts!”
Barbara held out her hand and Heidi took it, and together they exited the lab area.
“I’d say those two have something more in mind than just a tour,” observed Joann.
“I never knew Heidi was so into girls,” I said.
“She prefers girls, she tells me,” said Felicity. “Though she fucks a lot of guys. As she so frankly observed, her experience is everyone who has a cock and balls wants to screw her.”
“I’d bet most women do, too,” said Joann. “Present company included. And, Martin, speaking of dating, I believe you’re going out with my daughter tonight.”
“That’s right. And don’t worry; I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”
“Ha,” she replied. “Not if you want a second date, you won’t.”
“He’s taking her to Sylvia Raleigh’s piano recital,” Felicity noted.
“Well, that certainly does complicate things,” Joann said, laughing. “I can see all kinds moving parts in this plan, Martin. Are you sure about this?”
“He’s heard all my objections, haven’t you, Martin?”
“Yes, and I get it. Anything rash or hasty, any overconfidence or just plain stupidity could jeopardize everything. I completely agree; I just don’t think it applies here. Sylvia and I are old friends. Occasional social contact is to be expected. Showing up in support of an event like this recital is something friends do.”
“No chance you could end up ‘getting lucky’?” asked Joann.
“That would be the worst thing, Martin. You’re not ready, you know; far from it, in fact.”
“If only! Chances are exactly nil, I’d say. Anyway, that’s the beauty of showing up with a date. It takes the pressure off.”
“Well, it does sound like a decent plan,” said Joann.
“Plan…,” said Felicity. “You know, in a romance, the love interest is often the protagonist.”
“So?”
“So, no plan survives contact with the enemy.”
———
Whenever I had to put on clothes to go out, on a date for example, I felt a bit like an impostor, ever since I started 24/7 nudism. This time my locker contained a sport coat and tie. A couple of the ladies were there to help dress me properly. According to them I looked “snappy.”
I had Jeri’s address and had jotted down the directions her mother had given me. It was a ritzy part of uptown, and her apartment was on the top floor, a penthouse with a stunning view of the city.
Jeri herself was more than stunning, honey-blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, a hint of freckles on her cheeks. We kissed like lovers even though we hardly knew one another.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” I told her.
“We only met three weeks ago,” she retorted.
“Lust isn’t always patient.”
“Mmm, I know. I’ve got a hard-on for you, too,” she said.
“Metaphorically speaking, of course,” I replied with a chuckle.
She said nothing—but gave me one of her enigmatic smiles.
We dined at a little bistro around the corner and then sped away to the concert hall.
“I’ve never actually met Sylvia,” she said, “though I know her parents. “I have also met her teacher Beverly. Do you know her story?”
“Just that she was a concert pianist. I guess she’s retired now. Seems a bit young to retire.”
“Exactly. She must only be in her early thirties now. It’s a tragic story. Back in the day, when she was Beverly O’Connor, she was like the sex symbol of classical music. Both gorgeous and awesomely talented.”
“She was on magazine covers, like Time and Playboy. She married this French millionaire named Dumond, maybe Pierre or Jacques…”
“Something French…” I suggested.
“No doubt. But here comes the tragic part. She was kidnapped, held for ransom. That was back in 1968. Her husband tried to save her but ended up getting killed.”
“God, that’s awful!”
“I know, right? But you know who did rescue her? Jaguara.”
“The superheroine!”
“That’s right, along with her partners, Birdwoman and Golden Girl. That’s how come Felicity and my mom know Beverly.”
“And Dr. and Mrs. Raleigh met her through them, no doubt.”
“Um…. no doubt…”
“She’s my favorite, by the way.”
“Who? Mrs. Raleigh? So I’ve heard.”
“No, I mean Jaguara.”
“You like those gals from Brazil.”
“That’s right; they both come from Brazil. Funny, I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe they know each other.”
“Because it’s such a small country… Anyway, since the tragedy, Beverly gave up performing. She and Anne Raleigh became close friends…”
“Anne is a very friendly woman.”
“So, I understand… so, I take it Beverly made an exception for Anne and agreed to teach Sylvia piano.”
“Et cetera.” I said.
“Yes, indeed. Family friend and all that.”
We arrived at the arts center and made our way to the auditorium. We were a few minutes early. I spotted Jill stirring in the middle of the front row and pointed her out to Jeri.
“See that redhead up front?”
“Uh-huh. Very pretty.”
“That’s Jill, Sylvia’s girlfriend”
“Girlfriend or girlfriend?”
“The latter,” I said.
“Interesting!”
We found inconspicuous seats eight rows back on the left.
“Quite a turnout for a teenage girl’s recital?” I said.
“Beverly’s reputation proceeds her. She rarely appears in public these days.” Jeri replied.
“Do you mean she’s going to perform as well?”
“I seriously doubt it, but remember she’s still a sex symbol. And if she has a young protégé, it’s a safe bet she’d be extremely sexy as well.”
“That’s a winning bet—an understatement even.”
“I believe they’re…”
The audience broke into applause as first Beverly and then Sylvia walked in and moved toward the piano. They both looked incredible: the copper-haired virtuosa in a sparkling forest green gown, the teenaged beauty in a clingy, low-cut, strapless black dress. For many, this would be their first sight of Sylvia, and she made an unforgettable first impression.
Jeri leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Pardon me while I masturbate.”
“You like what you see?” I whispered back.
“No wonder you’re obsessed, Martin. She’s incredible. I guarantee you I’m not the only one in here fighting the urge to start stroking.”
Beverly gave a very brief introduction, and the crowd applauded again as Sylvia took her seat.
She led off with Chopin—so the program told me—Fantaisie Impromptu, Opus 66.
Next, she played Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto Number 3. Then followed Ravel, Gaspard de la Nuit. Finally, leading into intermission, Liszt, La Campanella.
As she stood and took a bow, it seemed she looked in our direction. Had she noticed me in the audience?
In any case, it was time to make that contact—nothing elaborate: just saying hi, compliments on her performance, introducing her to my date. That was the entirety of my plan.
We picked up punch and hors d’œuvres And waited in line. My heart was thumping, but the old disabling nerves were gone. I had this. At last, our moment came and we were face to face with Sylvia.
I took her hand, just for a moment.
“I thought that was you, Martin. So nice of you to come.”
“Very happy to. You were magnificent.”
“Thank you!” Her eyes turned to my beautiful companion, with a decided sparkle.
“Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Jeri Lear. Jeri, this of course is Sylvia.”
“Wonderful to meet you, Sylvia. And what a fabulous performance!”
“Thank you. You’re not by any chance the daughter of John and Joann Lear.”
“That’s right.”
“My goodness! You look so much like your mother.”
“I could say the same for you.”
“How is it you and I have never met before?”
“Bizarre, isn’t it? But we meet at last. I will say your reputation proceeds you. Though… you’re even more stunning than I was led to believe.”
I was no expert in electoerotic energy, but it was impossible to miss the charge in the air between them.
“You’re very kind,” Sylvia said. “If I may return the compliment, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. Now that we know one another, I hope we can become better acquainted.”
I felt a tad invisible at that moment. Which was fine; the plan was to remain low profile.
“Tell you what,” Sylvia continued. “My girlfriend and I are going out for a light supper afterward. Martin, why don’t you and Jeri join us? That way we can catch up—and Jeri and I can get to know each other better.”
What can I say? It was agreed, and following the second half, four more impressive pieces, Sylvia and Jill and Jeri and I were sitting in a booth in a quaint, dark restaurant across from the recital venue.
I had rumblings of apprehension: this was definitely not part of my plan, to end up essentially on a double date. Everything Felicity had cautioned me about raced through my mind. I’d just have to be careful.
I hadn’t said hello to Jill yet, and so I did so and introduced Jeri to her. She was polite enough but did not appear extraordinarily thrilled the two of us were joining them.
My cock was hard, hot, and throbbing. Me, the lone guy, with three beautiful women. I kept thinking how impressed Sylvia was with the quality of my date. Deep down I hoped she was a tad jealous and maybe seeing me in a new light.
Stories were told, including about that double date with Gary. Jill did not seem to relish that either. Sylvia and Jeri exchanged anecdotes about each other’s families, and repeatedly commented how odd it was they were just now meeting each other.
Sylvia looked across at Jeri. “I’ve heard such interesting things about you, Jeri! Here we are meeting in the flesh at last.”
“Interesting things? Whatever could those things be?” Another enigmatic smile.
Something significant had clearly just happened—but what I hadn’t a clue.
All the while I tried my best to suppress the hope that somehow, despite my best intentions, this night would prove to be the turning point. I looked across at Sylvia’s gorgeous lips and imagined myself kissing them. I had been so looking forward to…
