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Here's another delightful experience. I hope you'll =
like it as much as I have . . . .
Charisse
An Artist's Life
by
Charisse van der Lyn
"Ms. Neal?" Lonni's secretary interrupted her. "Joe Manning is here."
Lonni looked up from her computer screen. She was working on a catalogue for her next show, mixed-media showing of "The Seven," her latest marketing success. "Manning?" She asked.
"Oils, night scenes with animals. Fantastic realism. He has an appointment."
Lonni shuffled some papers, finding a file folder marked "Manning." She thumbed through it. "Okay. Give me a three minutes, and send him in." She could use an extra month to get the catalogue ready, and so could two of "The Seven." Pushing the show back left a gap . . . Manning! She loved Manning's work. And within minutes she had rearranged everything.
He was a lanky man, mid-thirties, strong but quiet.
"Mr. Manning," she said, motioning him to the chair in front of her desk. "May I call you Joe?"
"Just Manning," he said with a smile.
"Well, Manning," she made a show of looking through her folder, "I like your work. Can we mount a show the month after next?"
To Manning, having just won the lottery, the stories of Lonni Stone's excesses, her ruthless control, and her temper tantrums were unimportant, he was in heaven. "Yes," he beamed, "easy."
It was a long month, getting ready. Lonni was a tough editor, rejecting some of what he thought were his best pieces. But in the end, he had to agree, it was the best display of his work he had ever seen.
The night of the opening, Lonni threw a party at her large midtown apartment. It was more spectacular than any of the Soho galleries. All of her artists were there as well as most of the important New York critics.
"Manning's Menagerie" was a hit.
Manning and his wife showed up late.
". . . and this is?" Lonni asked Manning, standing by the front hall.
"My wife, Del." Manning's smile seemed permanent like a ventriloquist. "I forgot, you two haven't met."
Lonni smiled and let her eyes drift slowly over Del's figure. "She's got potential," she thought, "but tonight is Maning's." "Pleased to meet you." She gave Del and hug and a kiss on the cheek. "If you'll excuse us for a little while . . ." Lonni turned her stare to Manning; she undressed him with her eyes, "but we've got some business things to go over."
Lonni took Manning's hand and led him from the living room.
"Here," Lonni said, pushing Manning through a door into her bedroom.
"Lonni?"
A writhing couple in the middle of the bed stopped and the man smiled at up at Lonni. He pushed back the covers, and a woman with her mouth wrapped hard around his cock sat up, letting the wet cock fall from her lips.
"Oh! . . . Hi, Lonni," the woman smiled. She pressed the man's cock against her cheek. "Isn't it beautiful? It's Jerry's second hard-on."
Lonni let her hand fall in front of Manning, and she began to massage his balls. "What happened to the first?" Lonni asked with an odd glance at Manning.
The woman sat up and spread her legs. Her blond pussy hair was clumped in wet curly strands, her pink wrinkled lips, like a sea anemone, beckoned, and a mixture of cum and cunt juices dripped out. She grinned, and ran her finger through the goo.
Lonni turned to Manning and kissed him.
"Get your clothes off," she whispered in his ear.
"But, Del?"
She cupped his balls. "Don't disappoint me."
"But--"
Her hand slid up his hard shaft. "I'm sure you won't."
Manning was embarrassed, he had never been excited in front of another couple.
"Go on," Lonni urged him as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Manning stripped, covering his excitement with his hands.
Lonni smiled at his embarrassment, but pretended to ignore it.
"Baby, I abhor a mess," she whispered. "While I'm hanging up my clothes, go clean Beverly up."
"Huh?" Manning was confused.
Lonni wrapped her fingers around him. "That's Beverly." She nodded towards the blond.
"Hi," Manning mumbled. "I'm Manning."
"Now that you two are friends, help her."
Manning looked around.
"What now?" Lonni asked.
"Kleenex?"
"For Beverly?" Lonni asked, enjoying Manning's naivet=82. "No, she needs a bath." Lonni held Manning's face and licked the tip of his nose. She grinned seeing him cross-eyed, trying to watch. "A tongue bath."
Manning looked at Beverly's crotch with a glob of white cum oozing out. "But--"
"But nothing." She squeezed his balls. "Mmm, look at that, it's dripping into her ass. That's a treat."
"I--"
Lonni wouldn't take no for an answer, Manning had learned that. He looked at her as she hung her clothes up, then at Beverly. The man next to her slid away a little giving Manning more room.
Manning crawled on the bed, and lay with his head between Beverly's legs, a few inches from her sex. She pivoted her hips, raising her ass. "I've been so bad." She spread her lips a little for him. "Lonni hates it when I get fouled like this," she said to him. "Jerry made a big mess with his cum."
Manning smelled the strong mixture of pussy juices, sweat and something new for him, cum. He was scared, but he kissed her damp, blond bush, then gently touched his tongue to her soft, wet, pussy lips.
"Mmm, I'm so messy," she said. "Y . e . s . . . yes." She stroked his head. "There, you've got it." Her hips pumped to his touch. "He squirted it all inside me. Mmm . . . can you taste it? Ooo. . . lick me clean."
Manning opened his mouth and lapped her pussy. The slippery pink folds opened and seemed to wrap themselves over his face. The blend of juices, the smells, and her excitement were intoxicating. He gave into it, and his hand tightened on her soft buttocks, pulling himself tighter against her.
"He's good," Beverly said, wiggling with delight.
Beverly timed her pumping, pushing her hips up just as Manning was about to penetrate her hot, wet, cunt, instead he found himself licking her bottom-hole. "Ooo, he's very good."
Manning had never touched a woman's asshole. He was shocked, it was firm, and round, and it pulsed a little to his probing. His nose was buried in her sopping pussy; he could hardly breathe.
Lonni smiled. "My turn," she said laying down behind him. Lonni smiled into Beverly's eyes, while she lifted her breast to her own mouth and flicked her tongue over her hardening nipple.
Beverly started kneading and sucking on Lonni's other breast.
"You can't have all the fun." Lonni pulled Manning away from Beverly by his hair. "I think she's clean now. Eat me. . . eat my cunt."
As beautiful as Beverly was, Lonni was more so. Manning was in heaven. He moved over, and looking up at Lonni, making sure she wasn't going to change her mind, he put his fingers on her pussy, and parting her jet black, curly hair, he found her clit and kissed it. He closed his eyes and ate her out. Her legs closed against his head, her hips began to hump, and Manning was lost in womanhood.
Lonni came quickly, and he thought that he'd get to fuck her. She put her legs down, and he picked his head up from her pussy, and found himself inches from Jerry cock.
Jerry had knelt up on the bed, watching. His brown eyes smiled down on them.
"It's beautiful," Lonni said, watching Manning's reaction. "Isn't it?"
Beverly was fondling Jerry's balls. She looked at Manning, smiled, and pointed Jerry's cock at him.
Manning stared at the engorged purple-red cockhead, slick with precum and the same juices he had tongued in Beverly's juicy slit. He could still taste them in his mouth. He swallowed.
"Want to play with it?" Lonni asked, taking hold of it.
Manning backed away from it and looked up at Lonni as if she might have turned into an insect.
"Hold it," Lonni said. "Do it for me." She offered it up to him. "He likes it."
Manning stared at Jerry. Jerry smiled back silently.
Manning wanted to fuck-- needed to fuck--her. He decided that this was a small price to pay for the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen. He reached up and his fingers slipped around Jerry's cock.
It was hot to his touch. And although it was a cock, it felt different from his own, strangely unfamiliar. It twitched. He pulled his hand down, making the head flare more. Clear fluid seeped from the end. Manning licked his lips nervously. Jerry's cock was bigger than his.
Lonni grinned. "What a cock!"
Jerry started to pump his hips.
Manning closed his eyes.
"No, baby, look at it. . . . Look at that big cock of Jerry's."
He couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't admit what he was feeling.
Beverly took hold of Manning's inflamed tool and gripped it tightly. "You want it, don't you? She jerked him up and down once, quickly. "Want it filling your mouth, all slippery and nice?" Manning hips began to wiggle. "It's very big. I've sucked it. And," she looked at Jerry, "you've fucked me in the bottom haven't you, Jerry?"
Jerry sighed.
"It was very big there," Beverly said. "He squirted it . . . mmm . . . I felt him cum. He made me cum, too." She squeezed Manning's cock. "You want him up your little bottom hole too, don't you?" She jerked hard on it. "Yes, you do, I can tell. Jerry would fuck you there with his big cock if you want. Ask him. Go on."
Manning gave int and opened his eyes. Jerry's cock was huge, and he had never been this close to another man.
"Masturbate him." Lonni said, but he didn't move. "You know how. Please." She leaned forward and nibbled his ear. "Don't you want to make me happy."
Manning slipped his hand up and down Jerry's cock. Jerry rolled onto his back, giving Manning more access. His heavy meat towered up.
Beverly began to massage Manning's ass, letting her fingers dance over his tight asshole.
"Good . . . good," Lonni coached him. "Now, kiss his balls."
Manning stared at her with wild eyes.
"Go on, just a little kiss."
Manning puckered his lips and quickly kissed Jerry's hairy balls. Jerry moaned, and began to move his hips around more.
"Kiss his cockhead."
Manning nodded his head, no, but he meant yes. He needed Lonni to make him. His full cock bulged further, betraying his excitement. He couldn't take his eyes from Jerry's cock. His hand continued to slip up and down, up and down. Sweat dripped from his forehead.
Beverly's finger was wiggling in his bottom . . . with horror he realized that wished it were Jerry's cock =2E. . . like she had said.
"Awe," Lonni sighed, "I wanted you to fuck me, and I was getting excited again."
"I can't." But even Manning didn't believe that.
Lonni smiled at Beverly, who parted Manning's cheeks and kissed his asshole.
He moaned as her wet tongue urged warmly at him. In his mind, it was Jerry's think phallus pressing him. He knew he was lost.
"Just a kiss?" Lonni asked.
Manning stopped jerking on Jerry's cock, held it still, and kissed it. The velvety head was slick against his lips. He drew a breath through his nose. Jerry's masculine scent . . . overpowering, deep, evocative . . =2E. filled his lungs. The head pushed between his lips. The tip of his tongue felt the smooth end of Jerry's cock. Manning didn't move. He clenched his jaw tight, but he wanted to open his mouth and take it all.
"Ooo," Lonni cooed. "Kiss it again. Taste his juices."
Lonni sat up, with her hand on Manning's head. "Taste him." She pushed down. "Use your tongue."
Manning flicked his tongue over Jerry's cock.
"Again," Lonni said excited by watching Manning's virgin mouth kiss his first cock. "Open your mouth . . =2E. take his cock. . . . Yes! Yes!"
Manning opened his mouth to Jerry's cock. Suddenly he was sucking a man's cock!
Beverly fondled him, and Lonni urged him on. Jerry's cock stretched his lips and filled his mouth. Jerry's masculine scent grew deeper and filled his nostrils. He was scared that he would choke on it, or be unable to breath it was so big. But Jerry pumped gently, steadily and instinctively. To please Lonni, Manning made himself relax, and he fingered Jerry's balls as they slapped against his chin.
The pace quickened, and Manning could feel each vein pass his lips as the meaty rod slipped in and out. He knew Jerry was cumming, and, as his heart pounded with his own excitement, he was glad.
Jerry grunted and forced his bursting cock powerfully into Manning's mouth. Manning choked in panic under the salty, pungent, spurts of Jerry's manjuices coating his throat.
Beverly laid on top of his back, caressing him and kissing his ear. "Suck him dry," she whispered. "Swallow his cum. . . . He's so spurty," she said wistfully watching Jerry's cock pump. "Swallow it . . . there's a good boy." She watched Manning with detached sympathy as he struggled for breath.
Jerry collapsed back on the bed.
Manning continued to swallow Jerry's cum and drippings as his cock softened and shrunk in Manning's mouth. Finally, he looked up.
Lonni was standing next to the bed, buttoning her blouse.
"I thought--"
"We'd screw?" Lonni interrupted.
"Maybe . . . yeah."
"I need you." Manning stared at her. A trickle of Jerry's cum glistened on his chin.
"Ask Jerry or Beverly." Lonni stuck her hand inside her lacy pink panties and wiggled her fingers inside her. "Mmm. I'll be back."
"Lonni?"
"Your wife is out there all alone." She took her hand out and sucked her fingers. "I should get to know her, too."