My Only Talent Ch. 19

We enjoyed soaping and caressing each other for a while, and she gave me a little ass worship session that would have met all of Mrs. Douglass's teaching criteria. After we dried off, and while still naked, she pointedly and theatrically put her hair piece back on, watching my reaction with that tight little smile. I pulled on my jeans and went out to the entry hall to collect her suitcases and lug them to the bedroom for her, while she took the cardboard box into the kitchen. When I returned from the bedroom, she put a plastic snap seal container on the counter for me with cookies and some brownies, saying "Grandma and I made these over vacation. Maybe they will keep your stomach from growling." I was just thinking she could not get any better, but I was wrong again.

We sat on the couch. I wanted to kiss, but she wanted to talk. "Let's talk about Suzanne for a moment before she arrives, Robbie."

I sat and watched her. I suppose part of me was still suspicious of how well the two of them got along, without friction or fractiousness, and how fantastic it was to have both of them in bed. But their swooping Suzies had made it apparent to me on several occasions that they did in fact truly enjoy each other and me, and both had told me that the other one was her 'special girl friend' and they often used the word 'love' when talking about each other.

"Suzanne has got to be feeling depressed and guilty after spending Thanksgiving down in San Antonio with Mike's parents. I can't imagine how bad that must have been for her. It's like watching somebody die slowly, and his parent's sadness must be contagious and horrible to experience."

I couldn't refute that. I was not sure, if I was in Suzanne's place, that I could have gone to see them at all, much less stayed with them over a long holiday. I'd like to think I could face something like that, but I might have ducked the issue.

"We need to be there for her, Robbie, and take her mind off the sadness and get her back on track."

"What exactly do you have in mind, beautiful?"

She smiled that tight little smile again. "Well, we need to give her a way to purge her feelings of guilt, and feel like she is getting a psychological clean break and fresh start back at school. So I am proposing that when she arrives, we give her some brief and tender hugs and kisses, but then we strip her, dominate her, whip her and fuck her silly until she forgets all about Mike for a while!" Her tight little smile became a feral grin. "She can start by eating my pussy while you spank her and fuck her from behind, at least that's what I would want if I were her!" Her wonderful little grin was now a hot neon smile. There was a knock at the door, and I marveled at her timing, until I looked up and saw the little monitor near the door for the lobby cam. She must have seen Suzanne on the way up to the apartment.

We opened the door, and saw that Suzanne did look a little weary, especially for her. She just looked normal, where she usually radiated waves of vitality like a propane outdoor heater on a cold morning on a hotel patio. We both hugged her briefly, kissed her less briefly, and then Lara took the lead.

She put her hand behind Suzanne's head, smiled her best thousand watt dominatrix smile, and said "On your knees, slut!" She pulled her jeans off, and put one foot up on the coffee table, and pulled Suzanne's head between her long legs. Suzanne looked surprised, then bemused, and then her face was buried in those magic golden curls. But I detected a buzzing Suzie signal emerging from her, and I knew that at least she was not thinking about the sadness in San Antonio anymore.

I probably should have gotten in the domination spirit and just fucked her straight away, but I succumbed to a little comparative pussy tasting first. They both got five stars, and I knew it would take me a lot more tasting time to come up with any definitive opinion at all, if ever. Suzanne got wet in about three seconds, but it took me a minute or so to do my initial tasting, and by that time I had my second major hard on of the day, still working off my Thanksgiving deficit. Despite her wetness, she still shrieked a little when I entered her precipitously, and Lara's smile got wider as she felt that little shriek against her golden bush. Lara looked at me expectantly and I just moved back and forth like a dumb fucking monkey, until she pantomimed spanking, and I remembered the plan.

I began to pop Suzanne's super tight little olive skinned butt smartly, in time with my efforts to penetrate her like she was a brood mare, and I heard her Suzie begin to pulse with a raspy overtone of either guilt or resentment toward me. But it was making her very hot, and I was enjoying myself immensely, too. I did my best to get fully into the role, grabbing two big handfuls of her ass and continued thrusting into her with renewed enthusiasm. The sensation of slamming into her muscular backside was even better than I remembered, and it was working for her too, as her Suzie climbed in amplitude and swooped and beat against Lara's. Suzanne was now absolutely filled with desperate lust, signaling a sizzling need that was almost scary, but not too scary. In fact, it drove me a little crazy too. I wanted to fuck her hard. I even wanted to punish her, and I did not know exactly why.

My vigorous pounding was not perceived as punishment on her part, because she was thrusting back into me in perfect synchrony, and soon she grunted and shook with a muffled sneeze, followed by a villainous laugh from Lara. "You dirty slut! You know you love it!"

I was now incredibly hard and almost insensate, thinking about being John Henry again. I was hypnotized by the slap, slap, slap of my thighs against Suzanne's hot little buns, and I never wanted to hear anyone's snapping fingers break the spell. She sneezed again, and her perfect pussy gripped me like a vise, a wonderfully hot and wet vise. Now I was truly in character as John Henry, the steel drivin' man, pumping and thumping her enthusiastically. Suzanne's happy slurping brought Lara off again, and then she stood up and moved over behind me. Leaning over behind us, she casually said "Don't you want to try that slut's tight ass, Robbie?"

It certainly seemed like a good idea to me. It may have been a little sudden for Suzanne though, as I simply redirected my cock into her ass without any fanfare or preparation, and without missing a single steel drivin' beat. Suzanne shrieked and her Suzie got even nastier, signaling a kind of raw and animal lust I had not detected from her before. Luckily I was dripping wet with her sweet pussy juice, and she was now far beyond any need for gentility. It was a recreation of the animal fuck in my dorm room, but with Lara as our audience of one, and an overtone of desperate need on Suzanne's part. I wondered if Lara was not truly right on with the 'purge the sadness' meme, and it reminded me of something Mrs. Douglass had said during one of our pillow talk breaks between my early sex lessons.

Mrs. Douglass was a top drawer surgical nurse, and she had said that she and her colleagues were a little bit like soldiers who got really horny after surviving battle. They saw hot blood and pink flesh meet cold surgical steel all day long, occasionally watching a patient die right in front of them. It made them a little crazy after work, said craziness sometimes emerging as drinking, drugging, and wild sex. Apparently many doctors learned in medical school that surgical nurses were pretty hot numbers between the sheets, and nurses often learned that the God complex that many surgeons had was certainly not supported by their prowess in the bedroom. Her deceased husband was a paramedic she met while working shifts in the trauma suite of the ER, and while no surgeon, he was, from her point of view, 'an everyday sort of guy', which was a lot more action than most of the doctor's wives ever got, at least with their husbands. She said she still missed him every day.

So I suppose Suzanne's exposure to Mike's weakened and near death zombie state could have the same effect on her libido as my little confrontation with Pavel had on mine. Something was sure making her not and nasty, and her Suzie signals reflected it. Somehow those signals made me hot and nasty, too, and while of course struggling nobly to understand her situation, I continued to fuck her mercilessly. Once again I detected that same overtone of guilt and hostility from Suzanne, but I couldn't completely separate those notes out from her other signals.

Lara may not have been able to read her Suzie signals, but I think she was able to very effectively put herself in Suzanne's place and anticipate what would work for her. She spoke in a stage whisper in Suzanne's ear "You are getting your ass fucked good and hard, aren't you slut? Let's see how long Robbie can hold out before he fills that hot little asshole up, eh?"

That must have resonated with Suzanne, because she quivered and chuffed one of those wonderful little orgasm sneezes again. Just after that, Lara ducked her head under us and began to use her tongue on my ass. I did not hold out long at all, and soon another oversize ejaculation, my second in almost 8 days now, splurged out into Suzanne.

Suzanne groaned and said "Oh, Fuck Yes!" and I did my best to do so, driving my come as far up her beautiful little backside as I possibly could. Lara then almost threw me out of the way and dove for Suzanne's ass, slurping up everything I had deposited, and triggering another lovely sneeze. I watched in awe as they moved like wrestlers into a very nasty 69 position, with Lara on top, exposing her ass. Suddenly inspiration struck again and I was into my second perfect ass of the evening. I lasted long enough to get Lara off again, spanking her ass even more enthusiastically than I had Suzanne's earlier, and when I finished off in Lara's bouncing butt, she promptly ordered Suzanne to lick it clean. Suzanne was highly compliant, and I was spent. I just lay in a dazed state across the couch and watched them bring each other off one more time.

Suddenly they both burst into tears and turned around face to face and embraced each other even more strongly. I sat on the floor next to them, and tried to make as much contact with them both as I could. In a few minutes, we made another trip to the shower, washing off our funky bodies and kissing each other fervently. Suzanne's Suzie now sent clear guilt, and as Lara dried her off gently with a big cotton towel, I tuned in for more detail. While previously marveling at my steadily improving connection with her, I had neglected to even try to delve into Suzanne's flight data recorder for some time. Suddenly I got the most recent image and a major shock: Dwight trussed up in his cast and naked everywhere else, and Suzanne devouring him. I didn't see that coming, so to speak.

I was suddenly paralyzed, peripatetic, and pissed. It must have happened while I was taking my last midterm exam, right after I genuinely wished Dwight the best. I guess he got some of the best all right. Dwight was gone, likely never to be seen again, and Suzanne was still here, with me, and Lara. I then remembered her line to me on our first night together about 'nice guys' turning her on, and even I had to admit that Dwight qualified, plus I wasn't exactly Mr. Monogamy, and I had pledged to 'take her anyway she would have me' not so very long ago. But all that was logical, and sometimes my emotions are anything but logical. In a few minutes we were all dressed and Suzanne had proposed to drop me at the dorm on the way back to her apartment.

We got into the car in silence, and then she said "Robbie, we need to talk." No shit, bitch.

"But it's going to take some time, and we are both tired right now. How about tomorrow while we run? I have some confessions to make, and hopefully it will be good for my soul."

I just grunted. She pulled up to the dorm, and I got out without any kiss or even an attempt at one on either of our parts. "Goodnight Robbie. I love you." I grunted as the door closed behind me.

Wednesday morning seemed like a dose of shock normalcy. When I awoke, Kevin was snoring softly from his bed, smelling of stale beer and pot smoke, his suitcases dumped on the floor and still unopened. I arrived bright and early for the breakfast line, with a happy leer and a wink for the lovely Lizzy Reagan and her equally comely roommate Orinda as they passed by. Perhaps I could find a way to 'come clean' with both of them, laundry room or no. I was starving, and thus very conscious of the need to tank up for a noon run, and I also realized that I had committed to an increased running schedule to get ready for my first Marathon. That was one of the things further down on my list for discussion with Suzanne: which marathon, where and when, and how much extra running or other training before the event? Speaking of my schedule, this Thursday night marked the resumption of Erminia's weekly slut training sessions, with Millie and I serving as her very intimate instructors. My project plan for Erminia seemed to be working, but the next phase would require much more involvement and effort on my part. Finally full after two heaping plates worth of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, I found some cookies at the end of the breakfast line, and put a few in my jacket pocket to add to my reserve tank before my run with Suzanne.

I arrived at Rhetoric and Composition class a little early, and Ms. Wyrickie handed me back my term paper, congratulating me on a fine effort. Then she said "Have you talked to Sarah in the last few days?"

"Not since that hot night at your apartment." I smiled.

She smiled back, but then looked guarded. "I think Sarah may have attached a lot more significance to that night than we did, Mr. Roberts. You may want to think about that when next you see her."

As if on cue, I heard a raspy Suzie just as Sarah entered the classroom. It spoke of desire for me, but was stained with discordant overtones that suddenly reminded me of Melanie's meltdown, something I certainly did not want to revisit. Ms. Wyrickie looked down at Sarah's paper, frowned at me, and opened her mouth as if to say more, but when Sarah approached she paused. Sarah hugged me with showy over exuberance, making me more than a little uncomfortable. Ms. Wyrickie offered her term paper to her, without comment. Sarah took it and her face fell a bit as she looked at the grade on it, and then she handed it to me. "Read this, my love. It may save us some time!" Before I could even look at it, Ms. Wyrickie began her lecture, and I stuffed the paper in my backpack for later perusal. I was acutely aware that we had lots of material to cover before the final exam, and I did not notice Sarah staring at me throughout the rest of the class period.

When the class ended, I made a swift move out the door, wanting to find a spot to sit and recopy and expand my class notes, and try to figure out what to concentrate on for the final exam. I heard Sarah's discordant Suzie signal follow me out the door, but I tried to ignore it, ducking around the corner and into the men's restroom. After a discrete wait, I made my way toward Engineering 101 early, sitting in the empty classroom and trying to anticipate what would be covered by the end of the semester, purposely ignoring Sarah's paper for now. When the class convened, Professor Lillehammer loaded us up with huge chunks of reading, to be completed outside of and in addition to the regular class time, but of course it was all defined as fair game for questions on the final exam. I would have to compare the subject matter with the UDP old exam files from his classes to see what matched up. I ate my cookie stash while dashing back to the dorm and changed into my cold weather running outfit, downing a nice long drink of water from the fountain on my floor. I headed toward my meeting with Suzanne trepidatiously, but hoping to clear the air between us.

Suzanne was stretching per her usual routine, and looking perky and much better than she had last night, damn her eyes. We fell into step: I decide to let her start things off, and she did.

"Robbie, I have a confession to make to you."

At least she was going to be honest with me. "Okay?"

"You know that when I started seeing you, I had been celibate for more than two years?"

"I remember you telling me that."

"Well, I was. I was also guilty and depressed and sublimating all my sexual urges into soccer and running and other exercise. I was running more than 100 hard and fast miles per week back then. I also had little appetite, and ate very sparingly, almost like a gymnast would. What you may not know is that when a woman gets that much exercise with that little food, she often stops having her period. For some athletes it is almost a blessing not having to deal with the water retention and changing weight, and not feeling out of sorts for a few days every month. When we met I had not had a period in more than 18 months."

We ran in silence for a moment. I wondered what this had to do with confessing to me about Dwight.

"So, I sort of completely spaced out and neglected some basic, ah, protection, shall we say. You really did wake me up, My Animal, and I just started having my period again while I was in San Antonio, which was sort of a perfect editorial comment on that trip. But what I need to confess is that I was not taking the pill or using anything for contraception, and I didn't even think about getting pregnant until I realized my period had started again. So the good news is that I am not pregnant, but the bad news is that I might have gotten pregnant any of the times we were together. I talked to my gynecologist, and she was pleased that I am ovulating again, and I am going to see her Friday, but I have to confess I put both of us at risk without even thinking about it. "

We ran in silence some more. My stomach growled. Should I wait her out, or prompt her? Suddenly I got it. We had been talking about whose swimmers got in which pool as an ethics exercise, in the hypothetical and theoretical sense, when we were in actuality rolling the dice for keeps every week. Pregnancy was reality meeting sexual freedom head on - I suppose it was the other side of that death making you horny coin that we all flip. Had Suzanne actually become pregnant, the whole landscape of our relationship would have changed dramatically.

"Well, I should have asked about that, I suppose, so it's not just on you. Suzanne, you seemed so much older and more sophisticated to me that I just figured you had that stuff under control. That was a bad assumption on my part."

She just looked at me.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

She got a determined look on her face, and continued. "I also had a realization while I was around Mike and his parents, and it is part and parcel to you waking me up, and our relationship. Seeing Mike so weak and almost dead made me desperately horny, almost as if trying to live my life more excitingly would be an antidote to death. I am determined to have a few more 'wild college days' before I finish my PhD, most of them with you and Lara, but some not. For example, I want to go forward with what both Günter and Strelsa have asked of us, and I want to add a few wrinkles of my own, strictly for my own enjoyment."

"You mean in addition to having both Günter and I fuck you while Strelsa sits and watches?"

She smiled archly and put her tongue up on her upper lip again. I got hard even while running, which chafed both mentally and physically. "Yes indeed! But before that, Strelsa will submit to me and we will put on a hot little show for you two boys to ensure a high level of excitement for the next few dinners with them. After that, I want to sit back and watch you and Günter double team sweet little Strelsa and drive her crazy, so I can anticipate how exciting it will be for me!" Her dark eyes were blazing and completely unapologetic, as was her Suzie.