P01E05

I hadn’t been bored at all; in fact I had been fascinated by the sketch of their life together. I think he knew that, both the look on my face and the bulge in my pants must have spoken volumes. But he pretended not to notice, and just said to Marcy: “Show my nephew here how you juice up, my dear slut of mine.”

There was completely no **** or hesitation in her response now. She kept to her knees, but raised her thighs to a vertical, so her hips came up to the height of Howard’s seat. He produced a key and put it in a small padlock I hadn’t noticed before, to the side of her undergarment, sending yet another rush of realization and thrill (‘she can’t even take off her own clothes!’) to sink into my mind.

The buckles came loose now and the entire structure of leather straps and shining metal fell to the floor. Marcy carefully climbed on the stylish coffee table between me and Howard, avoiding both our drinks and the ashtray for Howard’s cigar; then she lay down on her back, across the glass top of the table, her head on Howard’s side and her feet on mine. She spread her legs wide, very wide, until her knees could curve around the edges of the table top, bringing her stretched out crotch even closer to me. The full width of her pussy was spread open before me, less than two feet from my face, displayed shamelessly and lasciviously.

Back home, I had once reached inside Emily’s pants, and my fingers had found a dense carpet there, before she rejected my advances and **** me to withdraw my hand. This was consistent with the few times I had seen my mother leaving the shower: a thick bush of hair clearly covered the entire region. The internet porn showed something different; the pussies were shaven and bald in all but the most vintage movies.

Marcy’s pussy looked like the latter. It was completely free of any hair, not even stubs. Only a small patch, neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart, had been left about two inches above the actual pussy. Devoid of any sort of cover, all the components of her pussy were on clear display for me. Two large outer labia encircled the whole thing, slanting upwards from the confined triangle between the legs and the navel, carefully embracing the tender goodies within. The skin looked soft and tender, and had a slight hint of pink in it.

The shade of pink of the smaller labia embraced within was even brighter. They looked enchanting and inviting, running in perfect parallel towards a triangular hood that connected them at the top. Under this hood, the clit didn’t manage to hide completely, it stood up in a way that made the labia and hood more like companions than a hiding cover. All of that looked soft and tender, glowing in a pink haze, and it glistened with a mysterious moisture. There was no porn flick that could possibly compare with this gorgeous, delicious display of usually concealed eye candy - and it was right here, live in front of me, offered only for my personal joy of watching it. I wouldn’t even have to stretch my arm completely to touch it, but I managed to refrain from that, just contenting myself with the joy of watching it.

Under Howard’s consenting observation of the scene, nipping his drink, she gave me ample opportunity to take in the entire magnificent scenery for a few seconds; then she reached down with her right hand, and let two fingers slide downwards between the labia, spreading them open as she reached further down. When she had reached the spot where vulva, ass crack, and thighs all came together, the hand reversed and her fingers traced the same path back upwards; then as the tip of the longest finger came to the hood, it reversed again, producing a long, slow rub up and down the entire length of her vulva.

She didn’t look at the floor now, or even away; instead she caught my eye, and gazed at me intensely as her hand was working up her pussy. Within seconds, the effect of the long rub became visible on her face. Her eyes half-closed and her mouth half-opened, as her breathing got deeper and faster. When this happened in the movies, I had always assumed it was some sort of actress thing, that they expressed themselves like this to please a male eye; but as I saw it happening right before me, I realized I had been wrong. This girl was, as Howard called it, ‘hornifying’ right in front of my eyes. The glistening got brighter and more shiny, and she didn’t seem to be able to prevent her hand from increasing the speed of the rub. She pushed up her loins slightly, raising her buttocks from the table a few inches, as if she was reaching out to me.

I was mesmerized and enraptured by the spectacle right in front of me. My dick had risen rock hard, but I hardly even noticed that; nor had I noticed that my own hand had moved into my crotch, grabbing the bulge through the cloth of my pants in a reflex to the visual show before me.

Howard was sitting back in his chair, holding his whisky glass in one hand and the cigar in the other. He was smiling gently. He didn’t seem at all aroused, as if such an event taking place didn’t have any specific meaning to him at all. He looked more like a father, who was simply enjoying himself watching the children playing in the yard.

And as a parent would intervene when those kids were doing something forbidden, like wandering off towards a busy street, he intervened now. Marcy had kept increasing her rubbing speed, the heavy breathing had given way to a continuous moan indicating increasing rapture, and she was bending her neck so her head leaned backwards, over the edge of the table on Howard’s side. He had remained silent during these developments, but his words came sharp like a whip when she closed her eyes completely: “Marcy! Don’t hide behind your eyelids, keep looking at him so he can see the hornification build up in your eyes!”

She jumped at the ferocity of his voice, and complied immediately. She raised her head and opened her eyes again, just enough to see her pupils, glancing at me. The rub hadn’t been interrupted, but she slowed down a bit now. Instead of running her hand up and down along the full length of her cleft, she bent her fingers a bit as she focused her movement on the clit.

Howard said: “Yes, that is much better dear. I think it is time to get out the Hitachi now, don’t you agree? “

I had no idea what ‘the Hitachi’ was, but I was to find out very soon. Marcy stopped the rubbing, and reached for a small drawer in the side of the table. She reached inside and her hand produced an object I had seen before - but again, only in the internet movies. It was about a foot long, with some control buttons on one end and a half-sphered head on the other. The movies wanted us to believe that a girl would go completely wild when you turned such a thing on and pressed it against the sensitive regions of the pussy. The pulsating tremble, applied directly to the clit, would make a girl jolt and quiver of sheer bliss. I had always suspected overacting in those porn clips. Now I was about to find out for myself if that was true.