The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  “That’s right,” I said.

  “Well, all this is very generous of you. You think she’ll do me good? Maybe she’s even got the hots for old Silk?”

  “Don’t count on it,” I said.

  “Well, if she don’t do me good, I’ll be sure to let you and Frank know,” he said, tapping the recorder once more with a bony finger. “The snotty bitch got a lot to learn and I could teach her, maybe better than Frank can.” He sat back, grinning and looking around the softly lit room. “To tell the truth, Billy, I’m gettin anxious to see this sexy little wife of yours.” He gestured for me to go into the kitchen. I turned on the water and let it run for a moment before turning it off. Then, I dragged a kitchen chair to the doorway and sat down. The kitchen entrance opens directly into the living room. Our apartment is very compact, so I could see the entire room except for a small dining area. I could easily hear all that they said.

  Lisa walked by without glancing at me. Her eyes stared straight ahead almost as if she were in a trance. She looked so small and fragile. She stood by the end of the sofa, facing Silk. Her back was towards me. “Well, well,” Silk exclaimed, “if it ain’t Miss Uppity! Make us a drink little Lisa and come back over here so I can get a good look at you.” She dropped ice into the glasses and poured two drinks. “You see the tape recorder?” Silk asked.

  “Yes, I do. It’s running.” She crossed to Silk and handed him his drink. Then, she stepped back away from him. I could see that she was trembling.

  “Know why it’s on?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, you better get your ass over here so Frank can hear what you say.” She moved up to stand in front of him.

  “Closer,” Silk said, “right here between my legs.” He spread his knees.

  She quickly drained her glass, placed it on the table, and three steps brought her to where he indicated. “Like this?” she asked.

  “That’s right.” He sipped his drink and slowly appraised her, his eyes hard and unblinking. “Billy is right. You sure are a good lookin woman, but you know that, don’t you. Your kind always does. Kinda smallish, but I seen how good you can do a big man like Frank.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Silk.” Her voice was expressionless, just as it had been on the nights when she described her encounters with Frank. Silk didn’t seem to notice.

  “I can see your titties right through that blouse. You wear it just for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “How come?”

  “I thought you might like it. That you might like to see me this way.”

  “You tryin to get old Silk excited?”

  “Frank wants me to please you.”

  Silk nodded his head and pointed to the recorder. “Frank says there’s two words you still have trouble sayin. He told me you need practice.” Silk waited. Lisa looked at the floor. “The words,” Silk said. “You got to learn to talk like the trash you really are.”

  Lisa raised her head. “I…I...don’t...” she began.

  “The words are ‘fuck’ and ‘cocksucker’,” he said. “Now, goddamn it, tell me what you want to do with this?” He grabbed his crotch.

  Lisa stared at the tape recorder for a moment. “I...I…want to...to...suck...your...your cock,” she stammered, the color rising to her cheeks.

  “And then what do you want?”

  “I...want...I want you to...to...fuck me.”

  “That’s better.” He sipped his drink and looked up at her. “Tease,” he said, “you know, tease me like you do for Frank.”

  She reached down and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, stopping just below her pussy. Then, she spread her skirt and rubbed the inside of her bare thighs. “Like this?” she asked.

  “Yeah, the way Frank taught you. The way I seen you get old Frank hot.”

  She moved her tiny hands up over her hips and blouse to cup her breasts. With her red pointed fingernails, she pinched her nipples. She stood like that and opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue circled her parted lips. Silk pointed to his belt.

  Lisa turned away, shaking her head. After a moment, she approached Silk again. She got down on her knees between his legs. She loosened the belt and pulled at his zipper. Silk leaned back. “That’s it,” he sighed, closing his eyes. She slid his pants down over his pale, bony hips exposing a small, thin, brown, uncircumcised cock...half erect. She knelt there looking at him, her hands on his thighs. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. The foolish grin had disappeared. His mouth was set in a hard, straight line.“Okay, Mrs. Lindal, that’s your married name, right? Lindal?”

  “Yes, yes it is.”

  “Billy’s little wife.” He paused. “Yeah, Mrs. Lindal, whatcha gonna do with it?” He gestured toward the tape recorder.

  She slid her hands up to fondle his balls, which looked like a small brown bag of wrinkled skin. “I...I’m going to...to suck it,” she said flatly. “I’m going to be your...your...cocksucker.”

  “But I ain’t washed in awhile. It don’t smell so good down there, does it?”

  Lisa had turned her head away. “No,” she said, “it smells bad. I...I...can’t...”

  “I didn’t clean up cause I want my crotch to stink. Frank says you got to learn to like the smell. So, I brung you a lesson. You’re gonna put your head between my legs and you’re gonna breathe deep and sniff good and you’re gonna like it. Tell me, and I don’t want no fuckin ‘yes’.

  Lisa turned back to face him. She inched forward. “I’m going to put my head between your legs. I’ll breathe deep and like what I smell there.”

  “And you’re gonna suck my prick and lick my balls?”

  “Yes, I’m going to suck your...your...prick and lick your balls.”

  “Why you gonna do that, Mrs. Lindal?”

  “Because it’s what I want.”

  As she began to bend her head over his stiffening cock, he stopped her. “Just a minute,” he said. She waited. “You ain’t asked yet. Remember how you always have to ask Frank?”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Silk. May I please...please do it?”

  “Well, I don’t know. Maybe you ought to see if Billy out there thinks it’s okay.” He pointed toward me. Lisa didn’t move or answer. “My guess is that Frank would like you to ask Billy,” Silk said, smiling down at her. “And Frank would like to hear Billy’s answer.” He looked over at me and gestured once more toward the recorder.

  Lisa turned slightly to face me, although she seemed to look past me. “I...I’d like to do it...”

  “Do it?” Silk questioned.

  “I want to...to...suck his...his cock, Billy. Is it all right?” Her voice was expressionless.

  I held tight to the arms of the chair and said louder than I intended, “Yes, Lisa.”

  She looked back at Silk who nodded and watched intently as she once more lowered her head. “First stay there awhile breathin it in, sniffin me.” He held her head against his crotch. I could see her shudder. When he let go, she started to draw back. “Do what I told you,” Silk ordered. Lisa leaned forward, into him. He kept her there for several minutes. “Okay,” he pushed her back. “Look up at me and say how you liked it, how you like the smell.”

  “I don’t!” Lisa cried. “I hate it!”

  Silk jerked a thumb at the recorder. “But with a little practice, you could learn to love it. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Lindal?”

  Lisa glanced at the recorder, “Yes,” she said softly, “with practice I could learn to love it.”

  “Me and Frank gonna see that you get plenty of practice. Now, suck my prick like you do Frank,” he instructed. “Just use your tongue.” He leaned back and closed his eyes again.

  Lisa tilted her head to the side and started at the base and licked the underside of his cock back and forth slowly. I could see it stiffen immediately. She paused and looked up at him, “Like this?” she said, in a way that suggested her question was really directed to the recorder rather than to Silk.

  Without opening his eyes, Silk shook hi
s head and sighed, “Yeah, that’s good. You’re doing me just like you do Frank.” She began again using only her tongue on the underside of his cock. “What is it Frank calls you?” he asked.

  She paused, looking up at him. “His little...cocksucker,” she said.

  “Do you like it when he calls you that?”

  “Yes.”

  “How come?”

  She lifted her head. “It...it makes me feel good when he calls me that.” Silk waited for her to explain. “I mean it makes me excited...makes me hot.” She thought for a moment. “And proud,” she added.

  Silk laughed out loud and turned toward me. “You hear that, Billy? Your pretty little woman here says she’s proud to be Frank’s cocksucker.” He looked down at Lisa who had bowed her head. “Ain’t that right?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said, raising her head to meet his unblinking stare.

  “Well, Mrs. Lindal, I expect Frank will be pleased to hear it. And what about old Silk? You like doing him good? You learnin to like how it smells there in his crotch?” Instead of answering, she started to lower her head over his hard cock. “No,” Silk said quickly, “that’s enough for now. We got all afternoon. You can get up.” Lisa rose to her feet, standing once more between Silk’s spread knees. Silk looked up at her, smiling. “Now I want you to tell old Silk what he can do for you.”

  She stared at a spot above his head. “Touch me. I...I want to feel your hands on me.”

  “Where?”

  She cupped her breasts, “Here.” She opened her skirt and, unbuttoning the last button, drew it aside to show him her smooth pussy. She ran her finger along its crease. “And here,” she said looking at him now, “touch me all over.”

  Silk leaned forward. His long, thin fingers moved up her blouse and over her breasts. She shut her eyes, and I could see hear her draw in her breath sharply as he squeezed her nipples. “Like this?” Silk asked.

  “Yes...that’s right...open the buttons.”

  Silk quickly did as she asked and pulled at her bare nipples with his grimy fingers. “Hard,” Silk said. “They hard for Silk. Silk makin you hot?”

  “Yes...pinch them. That’s it...more.” She had closed her eyes and thrust her hips forward.

  “Yeah, sluts like a little pain with their sex. Your pussy wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “How come?”

  “I’m hot. You’re making me hot.”

  “You know Billy’s sitting there just like I did when Frank was doing you?”

  “Yes,” she said, “yes, but I can’t help it.”

  “Well, if you’re so hot,” Silk rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then you must want somethin?”

  “Ahh...yes, yes I do.” Her head was back. Her eyes were shut.

  “Thinkin about it all day, was you?”

  “Yes, thinking about what you would do to me.” Her voice was still flat. She was simply saying words for the recorder.

  “That’s right. Now, take your skirt off. Stay here, close.

  Lisa unbuckled her belt and the skirt dropped. She stepped out of it and taking Silk’s hand placed it between her legs. “Please,” she whispered, “feel.” She stood on her toes and with both hands opened herself to him.

  “Jesus, Billy, she’s wet!” She gasped as Silk pushed a finger into her. “Can’t let that go to waste. Right, Lisa? You ready?”

  “Yes...yes, I am.”

  “Kiss,” he said.

  She hesitated, then leaned over and, taking his pockmarked face between her tiny hands, bent down to kiss him. His fingers were inside her and she squirmed as he masturbated her. I sat there watching, as she tongue kissed this skinny old man with the broken teeth. I watched as his hand moved between her legs. I watched as she lowered herself to her knees again to kneel in front of him.

  She quickly unlaced his filthy boots and slid them off, while he shrugged off his shirt and pulled a long-sleeved undershirt over his head. Scattered over his body and legs were, as Lisa had said, dark raised warts about the size of quarters. Lisa removed his black socks. His body was pale and thin, and his rib cage and hipbones were clearly visible. His feet, like his hands, were long and narrow and dirty. And Lisa, my dear Lisa, so exquisitely beautiful, knelt there before him.

  “How bad you want it?” he rasped.

  She glanced at the recorder. “Please,” she said. Her hands moved along his thighs again, and she drew her fingernails lightly up both sides of his cock. “Please,” she whispered a second time, “I want you to...to fuck me.” She pulled Silk to his feet.

  “I know you’re fixin to make it a quickie and get old Silk out of here. I can tell by the way you’re actin. Well, forget about that. We goin go slow.” He crossed to the couch. Lisa followed. “You’re gonna tease me like you do Frank,” he said. He turned back to look at me and grinned. His lips were wet with saliva. The irregular red marks covering his naked body were splotchy. In one hand he squeezed his thin, brown cock. He held his other hand up to me. “Look, Billy,” he wiggled two fingers, “look how juicy your wife’s pussy has got.”He laughed and, turning to face Lisa, put both hands on her ass cheeks. Except for her heels, she was naked. He pulled her up against him. He whispered something to her.

  Without looking in my direction, Lisa said, “Billy, he wants you to bring your chair out into the room so you can see better.” Silk whispered to her again. “He wants me to...to make love to him the way he’s seen me with Frank.” Her voice was a monotone. Silk’s hands moved up along her body and cupped her breasts. Suddenly his fingernails dug into her nipples. She cried out.

  I rose and started toward them. I had taken no more than a couple of steps when Silk yelled, “That’s enough!” I stopped. “Now,” he said, “you get your goddamn chair and pull it out here by the doorway and you sit your goddamn ass in it, and you goddamn stay there or else!”

  “Please, Billy, do as he says,” Lisa said.

  I went back to the kitchen and pushed my chair a few feet into the room and sat down. Silk was tongue kissing Lisa and pulling her into him, grinding her pussy against his stiff cock. He turned his head toward me again. “Frank don’t never fuck her till she does something...well let’s just say something special to him.”

  “Please don’t...” Lisa began.

  “And after that,” Silk interrupted, “he makes her beg for it.” He stepped back and slowly lowered himself down on the couch and stretched out. “Ain’t that right, Lisa?”

  Lisa had moved to place a pillow under his head, “Yes, Mr. Silk, that’s right.”

  “Let me see where you’re gonna put this cock of mine,” he said. Lisa lifted her leg and placed one foot on the armrest of the couch above Silk’s head. With two fingers of one hand, she parted her pussy lips. Silk looked up and laughed. “My, my, that high class cunt all ready for old Silk?”

  “Yes, it’s ready for you.”

  “Finger it,” Silk said. “I want to watch you play with yourself.” Lisa did as he ordered. “But don’t you come,” Silk said. She rubbed her clit slowly. Silk was scraping his dirty fingernails along the back of her calf and thigh. “Ahh, that’s nice,” he said. “She got a red button, Billy, real red and all swole up. Looks to me like she needs to be fucked.”

  “Yes,” Lisa whispered, and began moving her hips.

  “Say it, you bitch. Tell old Silk what you want.”

  “I want you to...to...fuck me.”

  “And how does Frank’s little cocksucker ask?” Silk grinned up at her.

  “Please...please...I want you to please…fuck me.”

  “Well, you want fucked, you got to stop playing with yourself and tease me a little more, you know.”

  Lisa bent over and tongue kissed him while reaching to take his cock in her hand. Then, kneeling beside the couch, she licked his scrawny chest and his stomach, working her way down to his dark brown cock.

  “This is how she does Frank,” Silk said. His cock was rigid and twitched whenever she touched i
t with her tongue. “Show old Silk your asshole,” he said. Obediently Lisa turned around. Kneeling, she lowered her head to the rug. She was now facing me, but she did not look in my direction. “Spread,” Silk said.

  She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Silk made her remain like that for a long time. He stared at her ass and stroked his cock. “Say it,” Silk commanded.

  “Please, I want you to...to fuck me.”

  “You ever play with yourself for Billy to watch?”

  “No.”

  “Say what you want again and call me something nice.”

  “Please, honey, please...fuck me.”

  “You ever show Billy your asshole like you’re showing me right now?”

  “No, never.”

  “Say again. Say what you want.”

  “Please, please honey,” Lisa’s voice was huskier now. She turned her head to look back at him. “I need it, honey. Put your...your cock in me...fuck me good.”

  Silk stood up. Quickly Lisa moved to the couch and lay down, spreading her legs. She raised her arms to pull him on top of her. She guided his thin, dark cock into her while she parted her lips to receive his tongue. Her beautiful legs wrapped around him. With her hands on his buttocks, she pulled him deeper into her, thrusting up to meet him. I could hear Silk moaning and grunting, and the rhythmic creaking of the old couch. The sounds were being faithfully recorded for Frank.

  “Jesus!!” Silk gasped. “You got a hot, tight cunt!” Then, his guttural cry filled the room as he came. Lisa continued to thrust furiously, but it was no good. Silk pulled out of her and rolled over, panting. Lisa sat up, her face and body flushed. She caught my eye but quickly looked down at Silk who lay there watching her.

  “I liked it,” she said.

  “But you didn’t come?”

  “Almost.”

  “You still hot then?”

  Lisa glanced at me and then at the tape. She placed his hand between her legs. “Feel,” she said. When he touched her, she gasped and pressed on his hand.

  “Well, Mrs. Lindal,” Silk grinned, “if you want more, why don’t you get yourself fixed up again? Make yourself look like a high priced whore for old Silk.”