My Only Talent Ch. 45

Mei Ling giggled some more. "Well, at least he was hot for you! Are you still hot for him?"

"Yes. Maybe even more so because he was so honest with me about everything. I don't know if teasing him any more about big black dicks will get him hot or just piss him off, though."

"I don't think Robbie has a thing for black dicks. My Cisco, however, does!"

Chrissy looked shocked. "He told you that?"

Mei Ling looked happy. "Oh, we tell each other everything! If he wanted to play with some guy's black dick, I would tell him to go for it. I still owe him some major hall passes for accepting that I wanted to go airtight. But it's not what you think. He doesn't like the dicks for himself, or even for me. He just has a rabid fetish about watching big black dicks and little blond girls. We watched a porno one night just by chance and this one scene got him so hard so fast that I was afraid he was gonna have a stroke!"

Chrissy giggled. "He should have seen Big Bones doing me!"

Mei Ling chortled. "He would be hard for a month!"

Chrissy started to stand up. Mei Ling stopped her.

"One more thing, Chrissy. Would I be correct to guess that you want to go airtight, too?"

Chrissy's eyes glazed over. Be honest about sex, she thought. "Yes! But I know it's too risky. I couldn't just find some guys, and don't think I can even talk to Robbie about that. That would be too much to ask!"

Mei Ling looked thoughtful. "Sometimes you have to make them think it was their idea, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"This weekend you should ask Robbie who made that DVD, and who the masked wrestler was, and about the rest of the cast. Just between you and me, Robbie was offered a role in that movie but declined."

Chrissy looked awestruck, but Mei Ling continued. "Maybe you should watch it with him and tell him how hot it makes you, and why. I like to watch porn right next to Cisco so I can tell what scenes get him hardest the fastest. Gives me ideas for later!"

Chrissy looked funny. "Wow."

"And if you do it, you want Robbie on your airtight team, girl! He was the MVP on mine. The other guys were taller, or more muscular, and one had a much bigger dick than all the others, and they all gave me a different kind of thrill, but when they were all done, Robbie just kept getting back up and fucking me. My final and hottest memory of that night is looking up at the light fixture over Robbie's shoulder and hugging him while he finished me off. He just seems to know when to zig and when to zag. You know what I mean?"

Chrissy had to admit there was something different about Robbie.

"And I would advise you to do it. Nobody ever looks back on their youth and says, "I wish I had had less hot sex."

..........

Chrissy and I both had hectic weeks just with school stuff, not to mention all the relationship issues. Friday afternoon, she met me at the UDP house for early dinner. In addition to the new hairdo, she was dressed differently. She almost always wore some of those tight jeans I liked so much, with tops ranging from worn tee shirts to fancy embroidered silk. Today, she had on a short skirt, which she almost never wore, with a leather belt and a frilly top white with a low neckline. She was a walking fucktoy, and everyone, especially me and the new freshman, could not stop looking at her. She was making a break from her normal week, I guess. We went through the make your own burger bar, sat with another couple and made small talk, and then drove out to the condo.

She sat right next to me in the car like a high school girl. I liked it. Is this what adult, married life is like? Immersion the rat race for a few days, then an attempt to escape and find comfort in something? My dad may have been right about sex versus drugs or alcohol. A cynic would say Chrissy and I were just trying to find comfort between each other's legs, but compared to the alternatives, that might be the best way to go. Plus, her legs looked awesome in that skirt.

When we got close the condo, traffic on 71 slowed to a crawl. A mile later we saw why. Motorcycle versus dump truck. Both lost the bout. One person already in a body bag and all sorts of cops and EMTs running around. We crawled by it slowly and got a better look than we really wanted.

"Kinda puts things in perspective, huh?" Chrissy offered. Sure did. "I spoke to Mei Ling yesterday, Robbie. We hit it off. She said something that made me think. It sounded flippant at first, but now, when I think about it, it was almost profound."

Mei Ling was wicked smart, but I never considered her a philosopher. "What did you talk about?"

I looked up to check my rear-view mirror and caught her amused expression. "Oh, things. Girl talk. Sex."

"What was profound?"

"She said nobody ever looked back on their life and wished they had had less hot sex."

For some reason, I thought of Melanie and her nympho melt-down again. "Well, some people maybe should feel that way. Some people get in real trouble."

"Give me an example."

I then thought about Asa's boy chasing receptionist. "Let's say hypothetically that you are a 45-year-old divorced woman who likes to pick up younger guys and show them how hot she can make it for them."

Chrissy said, "Well that's sorta okay, right? Some people might disapprove, but many would say she should go for it."

"What if the boys were 14?"

"Ohh! That's not okay. I see what you mean."

"So, we have to make judgments about some things. It can't be "if it feels good do it" with no limits."

"Have you done sexual things you wished you hadn't?"

"Well, that one time I talked about where things turned really ugly. But at first it was great. And I tried some things that I do not want to undo, but I learned I don't want to do them again." Like when Lara and Suzane strapped me up in that trapeze and dominated me. "Wild college days can go both ways, I guess. What kind of hot sex were you and Mei Ling talking about?"

She had that smile again. "I told her about Big Bones, and she told me about you, and the condo!"

Oh shit! "In general, or in detail?"

She laid her hand on my thigh. "Hot, juicy, and lurid detail! She was quite complementary. You have a fan."

I didn't say anything, and she continued, "apparently her fiancé Cisco knows all about it, too."

"Yeah, they do tell each other everything."

"Mei Ling says you introduced them."

"Well, I asked them both for help with something, and in the process they just sort of ended up together."

"Mei Ling left some questions unanswered and told me to ask you about them. Like, the adult film role you turned down, and who was in the cast of that hot DVD I watched."

Mei Ling knew more than I thought. "Well, it's a double DVD. One production on one side, and one on the other. You only watched one."

"You mean there is a whole 'nother story on the other side?" She moved her hand on my thigh.

I laughed. "Well it's the same basic story, just told in a slightly different way."

Chrissy wanted to see that. "Perhaps we should watch it together, and talk about it?"

We were past the wreck now. Just a few miles to go.

..........

Alexander Walton was finally fully relaxed. Carmencita had been home two weeks, and her dad was doing fine. She had been able to turn some of her therapeutic talents to her husband, and like usual, she produced some excellent results. While she was stuck in SA, she used her evenings to do a little research.

There was quite a bit in her journals about rehab from injuries with sexual consequences. There was even some great work on measuring nerve signals in response to some stimuli. The best data was on treating erectile dysfunction. Not the drugs or surgery stuff, but the psychological kind, which also led to a series of tests used to test sensitivity and assess deficits. That give her a way to gauge Alexander's response to certain things, as in what stimulates him the most. She also read some stuff about preventing premature ejaculation that could be used to delay orgasm with losing the erection.

She put all this together and began a program to learn all ways to get her husband hot, get him up and horny, keep him on the edge for a long time, and then let him blast off. She was remarkable successful. And she discovered it was a fantastic interrogation technique. When she got him in that zone where he had been aroused for some time without release, he would answer almost any question without hesitation, in the hopes that satisfaction would be close at hand. It was just as effective as hypnosis, and she knew that Alexander could not be hypnotized.

She had learned that many deep cover and non-official operators had to demonstrate their natural resistance before being picked for certain assignments. She had often used a psychologist who specialized in hypnosis on physical therapy rehab patients in certain situations and suggested it after she was brought in to treat several super high value operatives and get them back in the field as soon as possible. After it was denied for the third patient, an action she thought was arbitrary and ignorant, she went up her chain of command and pitched a fit. She would always fight for her patients. She was finally called into the office of a psychiatrist with a secret clearance who explained the reason to her. The next week she was promoted one job grade.

She might have a duty to write this up as a potential vulnerability or new offensive tool, but she was worried about damaging Alexander's career by calling attention to such things. She decided to write it up as a potential method, making no reference to any actual use on any subject. But for now, she used it to find out two things that were important to her. First, Alexander's hidden fantasies and sexual dreams. Second, exactly what had happened in that hospital room in Austin, and anything that might have happened between her husband and Suzanne Pliskin after that day.

..........

When we opened the door of the condo, you could still smell Chrissy's pussy scent in the air. You could even tell it was coming from the leather couch. She knew it, too. She froze in place and looked mortified. She wouldn't look at me.

I decided it was my turn to tease her, and maybe break up my own pounding tension on this subject. I made a loud sniffing noise. "Man! There must have been some kinda hot coochie up in here!"

She looked like a little girl who had just been caught peeing her pants. She finally looked at me and her eyes got huge and watery. Her knees were shaking, and I was afraid she was about to cry and run back to the car. I had gone too far!

Then her posture changed. She stood up straight and threw her chest out a little. She moved her head around in a circle, like girls sometimes do to rearrange their hair. A sort of feral grin spread slowly across her face. She walked over to me and took my hand and pushed it up under her skirt. She was wet as hell! She used her other hand to pinch my butt.

"There still is!" she said.

Holy Fuck!

She hissed in my ear. "The real question is, can you handle it?"

I was shocked, but energized, not paralyzed. Feelings welled up I had not felt since Suzanne left. Raw, buzzing impulses traveled though my nerves. I grabbed her pussy and squeezed, hard. All my hurt and embarrassment and rage and frenzy about everything from losing Suzanne to my crippled Suzie receiver to thinking about Big Bones fucking my sweet little Chrissy right there on that couch instead of me welled up and boiled over. I wondered later if visualizing that had turned me on a little, too.

I ripped her panties off and threw them on the floor. I was surprised at how little sound it made and how easily they tore in half. I noticed they were red cotton, not her usual pastel blue silk. What's up with that?

We were standing near the end of the leather couch. I turned her around with an arm bar like we used in high school wrestling when it was too cold outside to play tennis. I laid her out face down on the top edge of the couch, which was just about as high off the floor as my inseam measurement. I pulled her other arm up behind her back and held them both with one of mine, so she was completely immobilized. I turned her head into the wall and used my other hand to drop my pants. Suddenly, it was pizza night!

Don't need to listen to see if her Suzie likes it. Don't care if she likes it. Just let yourself go Robbie. She's a just a little convenient rag doll you can use to make your dick feel bigger. I really couldn't tell if I was back in Jester holding on to that little unauthorized shelf bolted to the wall, or an ape rooting on a pre-civilization tree branch. John Henry joined in with me and we fucked her together. I became John Henry, the pile drivin' man. I somehow fixated on a little jerk of my hips up, perpendicular to the axis of penetration and right at the end of each thrust. It was the same motion Saskia had made me do in the gym to target and confuse my gluts and abs and trick them into building themselves up. They were built up now and I was using them as I damn well pleased. They were what Orinda called my "fuck muscles". Orinda! There's some skin tone contrast for you Chrissy! How would you like to watch from an inch away while my pale white dick slides into Orinda's fine little black pussy? Since you have now discovered you like to lick pussy, how about you lick my come out of Orinda's perfect pink and black snatch, you little slut! Swallow it too, bitch! If you liked that DVD maybe you'd like the real thing even better!

I wasn't adding that little upward jerking motion to my thrusts for her benefit. It came from the same evil impulse that made you kick someone you had already knocked down. The character flaw that made you say, "take that sucker" and hit 'em once more, instead of just walking away in victory. But every time I did it, she made a little squeaking noise. With every thrust the noise got a little louder and came from place further down her throat.

As I pounded away, the noise grew from a kitten's mew to a cat's screech. I liked the sound. Take that bitch! Take that bitch! Take that bitch! It had a nice rhythm to it.

Suddenly she sounded like two cats fighting! Her pussy twisted a little inside and her hips shook. It felt like something was inside her bouncing back and forth between her pussy and her ass. She stopped making the noise and took a shuddering big breath. The old Robbie would have recognized that she was having a big orgasm and paused politely for a minute while she was so sensitive.

Not the new nasty Robbie. I fucked on. If anything, I was glad she was getting a little sensory overload. Sometimes life hurts! Deal with it, you bitch! I have had to deal with a few things too lately, thanks to you!

Now I added a twist to the right at the end of each stroke, just for variety, and I used one hand to grab her new curly hairdo and pull her head back. She screamed! I liked it.

Time was altered. Speeded up or slowed down, it really didn't matter to me. I looked down at her and watched the little waves propagate along her ass flesh with each stroke. There were two waves, one transverse and one longitudinal. With each thrust I saw the wave motion a little better. After a few more I could see the reflections. Then I could visualize the standing waves that appeared. I needed to talk to Esmeralda Estigoy! This would be a great lab demo for physics and engineering students to really visualize some of the wave concepts. It was a hell of a lot better than springs, ropes, or swimming pools. I would be willing to work very closely with her to test it. Her husband could observe and take notes. Just call me Robbie Fucking Roberts!

Chrissy made some more noise. This time she sounded more like a couple of puppies tussling than a cat. The wave pattern changed. All that pussy twisting was messing up my wave demo. But I didn't stop to let her catch her breath. No! I did change the frequency of my thrusts, and sure enough, I could see the standing wave patterns come and go as the frequency changed. I wasn't sure I could sustain a 3X increase it frequency, but I had a duty to science to try! Could you make out Lissajous pattens on an ass?

Chrissy was making a lot of noise now, and her breathing was becoming quite labored. In between inhalations, she was doing a credible impression of dogs and cats fighting in an alley. I realized that my attempted 3X move in frequency had an unexpected effect on me, and I was just about to come! I knew just what to do. I kept my hand in those twisted dirty blonde curls and slipped out her pussy and moved around to her face.

I vaguely remembered that Chrissy liked to bring me off with her mouth, but I was in the mood to just fuck her little throat. That way I could get just the motion I wanted. Those lovely curls let me hold her head at just the right angle, and I considered performing another wave experiment, but suddenly my own internal waves crashed on the beach and I happily pumped my come into her mouth, using my hand to pull her hair and give her that fun little "take that sucker" motion at the end of each shot.

She was breathing through her nose and it was beginning to sound like a calliope! I had no idea Chrissy could perform such a range of vocal impressions.

My flow volume was down to almost nothing, and she tried to take a gasping breath through her mouth.

"Keep sucking, Chrissy. I'm not done with you!"

I knew she was trying to say something, but I couldn't quite make it out. She shouldn't talk with her mouth full.

"What's that Chrissy? You want more dick?"

Her attempt to breathe though her mouth was quite stimulating for me! I was fully hard again and John Henry was telling me "come on, man, we got a job to do!"

I moved back around behind her, and she started breathing frantically through her mouth as soon as my cock left it. I then had a great idea. You never know when inspiration was going to strike!

Whenever I had fucked her ass in the past, it was always from behind, doggie style. But anatomically, I realized there was no reason you couldn't do it with her on her back. In fact, it might work a little better that way. Also, I used to practice tonguing her for a while before entering, but my dick was covered with her copious pussy juice, so I just flipped her over on her back, put her legs up over my shoulders and slammed it home in her ass!

She was still breathing heavily through her mouth, but she made some more funny noises at that point. With her legs over my shoulders I put one arm and hand over top of each of her thighs and gripped them tightly. Triangle time. I had all the leverage I needed. Even though her head and arms were free, I had total control of her hips and legs.

New wave demonstration: watch her breasts move as I fuck her ass! This is more of an observation than a formal experiment, but something that this position makes possible. Can you estimate the location of their centroid from watching them jiggle? The location of the centroid is not a function of frequency, just geometry, and it should stay about the same as excursion varies, so fuck her gently and make a visual estimate, then fuck her harder and confirm that the centroid appears to be in the same place. Ah, science!

Chrissy was breathing almost normally by now, but her eyes are closed, and she was turning her head from left to right and babbling. If she starts with the Stevie Wonder lyrics, I might try to book her at a comedy club as an impressionist. I increase my excursion in several different steps, and I immediately see a problem. Her entire body is moving, and it moves even more as I increase the excursion, meaning I can't just fix my eyes at one point on her breast as a centroid candidate. I squint a little bit. Maybe I can visually note the ensemble velocity common to all points of her body, and then try to mentally subtract if from the motion of the candidate point on her breast. This is only partially successful.