The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  Lisa had buttoned her skirt and blouse, but her breasts were clearly visible under the thin white nylon. She stared at the floor not responding to Silk. “Answer, damnit!” Frank said.

  “Yes,” she whispered, but still hadn’t looked up. I could see that she was trembling. She hated Silk and her first experience with him in our apartment made her more afraid of him than she’d ever been.

  “I’m gettin the feelin, Frank, that the little bitch don’t seem to know how to make your friends feel welcome,” Silk said.

  “She better know,” Frank’s voice was hard and his big hand tightened on the back of Lisa’s thigh making her wince. “Maybe we should take the party down to Ryan’s?” She quickly glanced at Frank and shook her head. Frank nodded at Silk who stepped up so that his scrawny chest brushed against Lisa’s nipples. Like someone in a trance, Lisa took both of Silk’s hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. He squeezed and Lisa caught her breath. Then, with one hand under her chin, he tilted her head back. Her lips were parted slightly to receive his tongue. He did not withdraw it. He moved his hands down her body and over her ass, pulling her pelvis against him.

  Hesitantly, as if she were losing a battle against her will, Lisa reached up to place her arms around his scrawny neck. “That’s better,” Frank chuckled. “Suck old Silk’s tongue.” She shuddered. Silk lifted her ass until she stood on her tiptoes. He pulled her to him hard, rubbing his stiffening cock against her. His filthy fingers dug into her ass cheeks. I knew he could feel her stiff nipples against his chest and feel the heat of her pussy against his cock. The worst of it was the thought of his tongue inside of my wife’s sweet mouth. “Enough,” Frank said. Quickly, they parted, Silk stepped back, one hand stroking the bulge in his pants. Lisa’s face was flushed. She steadied herself against Frank’s chair.

  Silk glared at her, “You still think you’re better than me, don’t you, you bitch?” he said evenly. “But you ain’t and someday I’m gonna prove to you that you ain’t. Someday you’re gonna know what kind of a man Silk is and you’re gonna learn where you belong.” It appeared he was about to strike her.

  “Silk!” Frank yelled. “Let it be. Maybe there will be a time for that and maybe there won’t.” Silk nodded.

  Dooley had lowered his long, bony frame onto the couch and, unsmiling, motioned for her. She looked at Frank who pointed toward Dooley. She crossed to Dooley. He pulled her down on his lap. “Well?” he asked. She took his face between her hands and kissed him. Dooley lightly touched her knees. She spread them.

  “Don’t finger her pussy,” Frank said. “We’re saving that for later.”

  Dooley began to unbutton her blouse. The doorbell rang. Frank crooked a finger at Lisa. She rose quickly and crossed to stand once more next to his chair. “Get it, Billy,” Frank said. I went to the door and opened it.

  Standing in the doorway was a huge man wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, and heavy black boots. Under his arm, he held a motorcycle helmet. Behind him was an older woman, tall and thin with long platinum hair gathered at the back into a ponytail. She wore similar clothing and also carried a helmet. For a moment, both appeared to be puzzled. From behind me, Frank yelled, “It’s the right place. That’s just Billy, the butler.”

  The man in the doorway smiled. His two upper front teeth were missing. His face was dark with several days growth of beard. A purple scar made a deep crescent from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his thick lips. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted, “a goddamn butler!” He pushed his helmet at me and strode into the living room.

  The woman stepped inside. “I’m Harriet,” she said. “That was Teddy. Just like his father, he got no manners.” I closed the door. In the light, it was obvious she was much older than Teddy, probably sixty or close to it. Her face was long, the eyes deep set in dark holes, the skin like parchment pulled tight over the high cheekbones.

  Her thin lips were two scarlet slashes. She unzipped her jacket and handed it to me along with her helmet and gloves. Her bony fingers were pale and the nails long and painted bright red. “Teddy’s my son,” she said, and walked into the living room. I followed.

  “And who the hell’s this hot lookin little pussy?” Teddy was saying. “I guess she’s the goddamn maid,” he laughed and put his hand on his crotch.

  “Yeah, Teddy, you might say that. She’s like my personal maid,” Frank grinned.

  “Uh huh,” Silk added, “the little bitch does whatever Frank wants. Ain’t that right, Frank?” Frank nodded his head.

  “I don’t believe it,” Harriet said. Her voice was deep and husky, like a man’s.

  Teddy held his jacket out to me. He wore a black tee shirt. His shoulders and chest were massive. His belly hung over his tight jeans. On each upper arm was an identical tattoo, a snake wrapped around the letters ‘TED’. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Lisa. “I don’t believe it either,” he said. “You got to prove it, Frank.”

  Sitting in his chair, still stroking the back of Lisa’s leg, Frank smiled up at them. Except for a slight tremor in her lower lip, Lisa stood like a statue, her eyes staring but not seeming to see. “Lisa,” Frank began, “this is my good friend Teddy, a distinguished veteran of at least ten Biker Wars. The lady there is his mother, Harriet. Tell them what you are.”

  Lisa took a small step back and glanced at him, confused. “I...I...I’m...” she stammered.

  “Tell them what you do for me.”

  “I...I do whatever Mr. Racine wants,” she whispered, looking down at the floor now, avoiding their eyes.

  “But tell them what it is you do, Lisa. Tell them exactly. Do you clean the apartment, wash the dishes...?” There was a note of impatience in Frank’s voice.

  “I...I...I...suck him.” She shut her eyes to hold back the tears. Her face was red with embarrassment.

  “That’s right,” Frank smiled. “Look at your guests and tell them what you are. You should know, by now, what you are.”

  She lifted her head. Her eyes were wet with tears. “I...I’m Frank’s...Frank’s...cocksucker,” she said in a small voice.

  “And she’s Billy’s wife!” Silk shouted gleefully. “She’s married to Billy, the butler.” He pointed at me, laughing.

  “I’ll be damned!” Teddy exclaimed. “I never heard no woman say right out that she was another man’s cocksucker, and with her husband standin there.”

  “Yes, yes.” Frank leaned back in his chair. He continued to stroke the inside of Lisa’s thigh, his hand disappearing under her skirt.“It’s going to be a night of surprises, ain’t that right, baby?”

  Lisa nodded.

  Harriet had moved over to the couch and was standing next to Dooley who began to fondle her ass. “And what does little Lisa’s husband say about this rather bizarre arrangement?” Her question was directed not at me, but at Lisa.

  Frank’s hand made a quick upward thrust under Lisa’s skirt. She cried out. “Answer,” Frank said.

  “Billy...he...he...hates it.”

  “Well, then,” Harriet paused to light a cigarette, “why does he permit it? Why doesn’t he object?”

  Lisa looked at Frank, then at Harriet, “Because he loves me and it’s...it’s...” her voice trailed off. She looked at the floor. Frank withdrew his hand from under her skirt and motioned for her to bend down so he could whisper something to her. She looked frightened. “I’m sorry, honey.” She bent lower and took his hand in both of hers and kissed it. “I promise, I’ll do better.” She turned toward Harriet again, “I mean, it’s Frank I want. The way he does it to me.” Her voice was flat. Frank pulled her down and whispered to her once more. “Billy,” she said, looking at me for the first time, “take the drink orders.” Everyone laughed.

  When I returned from the kitchen with a full tray, Harriet was sitting on the couch between Dooley and Silk. Dooley had his hand between her legs and was rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Silk had taken out his small brown cock, and Harriet drew her painted nails along it
s stiffening length. Frank still sat in his chair, his hands folded across his broad stomach, his eyes half closed but watching the scene taking place in the middle of the room.

  Teddy stood with his arms folded across his chest, his legs spread. Lisa knelt before him. She still wore her skirt and blouse and heels, but several buttons on both the skirt and blouse had been unbuttoned. She seemed so little and so frightened, there on her knees before this hulking brute. I was especially aware of her delicate hands, like a child’s, and her tiny feet. As she leaned back to look up at him, her small firm breasts thrust forward pushing against the thin nylon. He stared down into her eyes. Everyone seemed to be waiting for me.

  “Teddy first,” Frank said. I started to pour Teddy’s beer into a glass.

  “Can,” he said, reaching out his hand for the beer, but not looking away from Lisa. He threw back his head and, without pausing, drank half of it. Some of the beer spilled on his tee shirt and some splashed Lisa’s neck and ran down between her breasts. She seemed oblivious to it. She continued to stare up at him, as if she were in a kind of trance. He finished the beer and looked down at her again. The snake tattoo on his arm twitched. There was a hard burning in his eyes, more like anger than desire. The purple scar reddened. For a long moment, there was no sound or movement.

  Then, Frank’s voice, a hoarse whisper, was saying, “Tell Teddy what you want, Lisa.”

  Still staring up at him, she placed her tiny white hands on his thighs. “I...I...want to...to...suck your...your cock,” she said.

  “Have you asked for permission?” Frank said.

  She kept looking at Teddy, “Please Frank, honey, give me permission to...to...suck him.”

  “You do it good?” Frank asked.

  “I promise, honey, I’ll do it good.” Her voice was little more than a frightened whisper.

  “Wait till Billy serves the others.”

  I gave everyone a drink and handed Frank his Scotch. Lisa hadn’t moved. The bulge in Teddy’s crotch strained against his tight jeans. Frank glanced at me, “Put down your tray, Billy, and take a seat.”

  “Hey, Teddy,” Silk cried, “the hot little bitch can’t do you less you take it out.” Teddy, still staring at Lisa, unzipped his jeans and reached in to free his massive cock. It was almost as black as Dooley’s, but longer and twice as thick. “She’ll want to lick your balls, Teddy,” Silk chuckled. Teddy pushed his jeans down over his ass and then to his knees.

  I sat on the floor at the edge of the rug. The scene both horrified and attracted me. I could hear Silk’s rasping and Dooley shifting on the couch to lean forward. Teddy’s huge cock had stiffened until it looked like a thick dark purple club. He and Lisa continued to stare into each other’s eyes.

  “Ask him,” Frank said.

  “Please,” Lisa said, “I’d like to...to lick your balls.”

  Teddy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled his cock back and held it against his hairy stomach. His heavy balls were dark and swollen. Lisa cupped them in her small hands, lifting them slightly. “Thank you,” she said, and bent her head. Her pink tongue flickered lightly over one, then the other. Bending further, she began to lick the underside of his balls. Soon they glistened with her saliva, and his thick cock began to jerk in his hand. Slowly, the pink tip of her tongue traced the swollen vein along the base of his cock. Teddy bent his knees and moaned.

  Lisa paused and, looking up at him, said in a low soft voice, “This is how Frank taught me. Am I doing it right?”

  “Jesus, yes! Suck me, baby, suck me.” Teddy let go of his cock. Lisa placed one hand around its base. She slid her other hand under his balls and into the crack of his ass. He gasped as one of her fingers found his opening. She looked up at him. Her bright red lips were swollen and wet.

  “That’s right, Lisa,” Frank said. “You’re doin good, just like I taught you. Now, tell Teddy what you want.”

  “I want you to...to come in my mouth,” she said in a little girl whisper.

  Teddy shook his head, “Suck, goddamn it, suck,” he groaned. Still holding his cock, Lisa circled its tip with her tongue, flicking the underside, glancing up at him. Then, she closed her lips over its purple head. She could take no more than a third of it. As she sucked, she also rhythmically masturbated the base of his cock. I could see her other hand moving in the same rhythm as she pushed her finger in and out of his ass.

  In less than thirty seconds, Teddy cried out as he pumped into Lisa’s mouth. Some of his come ran down her chin and over her breasts, spotting her blouse. Still spurting, Teddy fell to his knees, grabbing his cock and squeezing. Lisa had quickly backed away and turned to Frank for approval.

  “You did all right, baby,” Frank said.

  “You taught me good, honey,” Lisa crawled over to kneel between Frank’s knees.

  “She’s a fuckin phony,” Silk muttered. “The little cunt still don’t think her shit stinks.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Something Extra

  Harriet had stopped masturbating Silk and Dooley. “Save it for later,” she said. She pushed hard against Dooley’s hand, which was still between her legs. Teddy struggled to pull up his jeans. “Jesus!” he exclaimed, “I been to whore houses all across the country. I had whores give me some great blowjobs, but none of them ever done me like that.” He shook his head. “You got some woman there, Frank.”

  Nestled between Frank’s legs, Lisa sat facing the group. She rested her head on his thigh. He stroked her hair. “Yeah, she learned fast.” He gently pulled her hair back so she had to look up at him. “You hot, baby?” he grinned.

  “Yes, honey, you make me hot. You always make me hot.” The others didn’t notice, but I was aware of the flatness in her voice. She was just saying the words she knew Frank wanted to hear. He chuckled and released her hair. “Show our guests what happens when you get hot,” he said. Lisa bowed her head and unbuttoned her skirt. Slowly she spread her legs. Her hairless pussy oozed with come. Her labial lips and clit were bright pink.

  “I think she still got an uppity attitude,” Silk whined, “Goddamn, Frank, how about me and Dooley?”

  “Ask her,” Frank said.

  “Hey, what you got for us?” Silk demanded.

  Lisa brought her knees together and, refusing to look at Silk, answered, “Whatever Frank says.”

  Frank leaned over and in a stage whisper said, “Frank says it’s up to you, baby.” He tugged at her hair so that she had to lift her head to face her tormentor.

  “Whatever you want,” she said. “I...I’ll do what you want.”

  “You gonna suck me off?” Silk squeaked, and waved his limp cock at her.

  Before she could answer Dooley stood up, his long thin cock dangled from his open fly. “Where do you want Dooley’s black snake?” he asked.

  Frank squeezed her shoulder. She looked directly at Dooley, then deliberately placed a hand on each of her knees and slowly pushed them apart revealing, once more, her glistening pussy. “Inside me,” she said. “I...I...want it inside me,” she repeated.

  “Does everybody watch, or do we do it in the bedroom with the door closed?”

  It was a moment before Lisa replied. She glanced up at Frank who nodded, “Everybody watches,” she said. Dooley’s cock began to stiffen. He stroked it. Lisa brought her knees together again.

  “Put it away, Dooley,” Frank said. “You can fuck her later. Right now we’re going to play some poker.” He patted Lisa’s head. “Lisa here is going into the bedroom and get herself all prettied up for her guests.” Lisa rose and stood facing Frank. “There’s stuff for you on the bed and there’s an envelope with instructions.”

  “Yes, honey,” Lisa said, and went quickly into the bedroom closing the door behind her.

  “Bring drinks to the table, Billy.” Frank handed me the tray and his empty glass. The others followed him into the dining area and sat around the table.

  “I don’t think I can get my mind on cards,” Silk complained. “I keep rememb
ering Billy boy sittin in his living room watchin’ me fuck his high and mighty wife.” He grinned at me, revealing the yellow stubs of his broken teeth. “I made her come, too. Billy seen it.”

  Teddy shook his head, “It’s hard to believe she’d fuck a dirty old bastard like you,” he said, “and in her own house.”

  I went to the kitchen. I could hear them start the game. When I returned to serve the drinks, Harriet was leaning over the table speaking to Frank.

  “I want her Frank. I really want her. Looking at that sweet mouth made me soaking wet.”

  Frank shuffled the cards and started to deal. Instead of answering Harriet, he turned to me. “Billy, has Lisa ever done it with another woman?”

  I could feel my face grow hot and my hands shook so bad I had to set the tray down. “No,” I said, “she couldn’t do that. I know she couldn’t.”

  Harriet glared at me, then turned to Frank, “Remember, Frank, you owe me.”

  Frank picked up his cards and fanned them out. “Seems I owe lots of people.” He studied his cards. “You’re saying Lisa can square it?”

  “I want her, Frank.” Harriet’s voice was a harsh whisper.

  “Well, I guess you can have her then, but on one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “She does you right there on the living room couch so we can enjoy the show.”

  “Way to go!” Teddy shouted.

  “Jesus, this is turning into some party!” Silk cackled.

  Dooley held his empty glass out to me. I filled it. “Looks like your hot little wife’s in for a surprise,” he said.

  Harriet sat back in her chair and smiled. “Agreed,” she said. “But will she do it?”

  “She does what I tell her to do. Ain’t that right, Billy?”

  “Yes,” I said. I started back to the kitchen.

  Frank held up his hand to stop me. “We’re okay here for awhile. You go into the bedroom and help your wife to get ready. But don’t say nothing about Harriet. Not a word.”