An Artist's Life

"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."