“Straight, queer, bi – whatever! Marilyn Jaye Lewis’s writing gets my blood pumping and leaves me breathless
-- Greg Wharton, author of Johnny Was & Other Tall Tales
“Exquisitely filthy sex scenes. Beautiful, lyrical, funny and poignant. Marilyn Jaye Lewis is a superb writer.”
-- Lauren Henderson, author of My Lurid Past
The Muse Revisited
Volume I
Early Erotica
by
Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Smashwords Edition
Copyright - 2012 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
This is a specially priced edition. All stories in this collection have been previously published and are copyrighted 1997 – 2001 by Marilyn Jaye Lewis.
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Cover design - 2012 by Valerie Wares. Based on Nude Girl on a Rug, 1912, by Lovis Corinth
I opened my eyes in the middle of the night and at first I thought I was dreaming.
Danny was there, standing next to the bed, shaking me gently.
“Get up, Louanne, I have a surprise for you.”
“What’s going on, Danny? What time is it?”
“It doesn’t matter what time it is. I have a surprise for you.”
That’s when I realized that we weren’t alone, that there was someone else in the dark there with us. “Who’s here, Danny? What’s going on?”
“Relax. It’s that guy from the bar, remember?”
I remembered all right, but I wasn’t sure I’d been serious.
“You’ve got to be kidding, Danny.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. He’s totally into it, Louanne, and he doesn’t even want the money.”
“I’m more than happy to do it for free, honey. For a pretty girl like you.”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing it, that voice coming at me in the darkness. It was really happening. All that stood between me and my dream lover was my mouth saying that I refused to go through with it.
“Don’t be scared, Louanne,” the voice continued. “I know exactly what you want. Danny told me all the details, right down to keeping the lights off.”
I pulled the blankets around myself protectively and listened to my heart pound.
“Danny,” I said quietly, barely able to get the words out. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll be right here,” he assured me. “It’ll be perfect, the best birthday gift you could want.”
“All right,” I heard myself saying, “all right.”
“Do you have the outfit, can you find it in the dark?”
“I think I can.”
“Do you want us to leave you alone while you get dressed?”
“No, Danny. Stay here. I’m afraid of changing my mind.”
The room grew incredibly quiet as I got out of bed and felt my way through the closet and dresser drawers in the dark. All I could hear was the two of them breathing.
I felt a little awkward dressing like that, as if I was overdoing it: a black velvet gown and high heels, my best pearls-in the pitch darkness. Knowing full well what was coming. I wasn’t sure I could really go through with it, I felt too vulnerable. Still I was excited at the same time.
“I’m ready, Danny,” I said at last, “but swear to me you’ll keep the lights off.”
“I swear, Louanne. I’ll keep the lights off.”
I sat down in the chair by the window, raised the blinds so that the pale moonlight could filter in. I smoothed down my full skirt and waited.
It seemed like an eternity that I sat there with my heart pounding.
“Hey birthday girl,” he finally said. “You look really pretty in the moonlight.”
His hips were planted firmly in front of my face. I was afraid to look up at him for fear that I might see him too clearly and have a change of heart.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
He knelt down in front of me then and carefully removed my high heels.
“These seem awfully pretty,” he said. “Probably expensive, huh?”
“A little,” I replied, still unable to find the full power of my voice.
His hands were warm as they slipped under my long skirt and then felt for the tops of my stockings. His fingers brushing against the skin of my upper thighs aroused me and I couldn’t help but part my legs for him. The crinoline lining of my dress rustled against him as he lowered first one of my stockings and then the other, sliding them off me completely.
Then he reached around me and put my hands behind my back, using one of the stockings to tie my wrists together. On his knees, his face close to mine, I could feel his breath on my face and he appealed to me. When he finished tying me, he kissed my mouth, pushing his tongue in, and as he kissed me, he pulled down the front of my strapless gown, exposing my breasts.
He kissed me for a long time, his tongue filling my mouth while his hands squeezed my tits and tugged my nipples. Then he collected himself.
He stood and had me scoot off the chair. “Get on your knees,” he said.
Danny lit a cigarette suddenly and the match seemed blinding.
“Danny!” I cried, startled.
“Sorry,” he said urgently. “I’m sorry, keep going, Louanne.”
But the sudden burst of flame in the dark had unsettled me. It had lasted just long enough for me to catch a good look at myself on my knees. My most expensive dress tugged down and my tits exposed. But thankfully the darkness returned before I’d had a chance to see the face of the guy looking down at me. That might have made me change my mind altogether.
Instead we kept going.
The man unzipped his jeans and his erection sprang out full and hard. He grabbed my hair and guided my face to his cock. It felt warm.
“Go on,” he said. “Kiss it all over.”
I did as I was told, almost overcome with lust. I pretended that I didn’t have a choice, that this good-looking stranger from the bar had overpowered me.
“That’s good, that’s right,” he said. “Now lick it. I want to feel your tongue. Go all the way down to my balls. That’s right, birthday girl, lick them good. Now come back up and lick the head.”
I couldn’t believe he was playing his part so perfectly. As he held tight to my hair he said, “Take it now, suck my dick.” Then he drove his cock in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep my balance but I was unsteady on my knees, my hands too securely tied behind my back. Once or twice it seemed the only thing keeping me upright was his grip on my hair. My jaw was starting to ache. He was pumping into me relentlessly; the spit collecting in my mouth because he wasn’t giving me a chance to swallow.
Finally he helped me up and led me over to the bed where Danny was waiting. The man tossed me face down onto it, but he was more playful than rough. Right away his hands were under my skirt, tugging down my panties.
I was so wet that when my panties came down I felt even more exposed.
When the panties were off completely, he wedged some pillows under me to raise my ass in the air. He shoved my dress up high and I could feel the rough hem against my bare shoulders. Then he spread my thighs wide.
“Oh god,” I moaned softly. I felt his mouth on me.
“Birthday girl, you are so wet. You must be having a really good time.”
His fingers spread my swollen lips open wider and his tongue darted all over my stiff clit. He licked me thoroughly, burrowing his tongue deep into my hole.
It was then that Danny knelt in front of me on the bed and undid his jeans. He took his erection out and slid it into my mouth, arching my neck uncomfortably.
I sucked him eagerly, though, while the other guy kept licking my dripping pussy. He pressed his face flush against me and jammed his tongue into my hole, his hands keeping my thighs spread wide. I could tell it had been a while since he’d shaved, but the friction felt good on my engorged lips. When he started to groan, I squirmed against his face.
“Oh, Louanne,” Danny was saying as he worked his dick in and out of my mouth, “you look so pretty like this, so hot. Spread out and wiggling your little ass. You look like you want to get fucked, you know that? You want to get fucked, Louanne? You want a hard dick in your hot little hole?”
I was moaning crazily in agreement while I sucked Danny’s cock, but my hands were still tied behind me and I had no other choice. I had to go at the pace they chose.
“He looks to me like he might be ready,” Danny taunted me. “You want to get fucked now, Louanne? You want to get fucked really hard? What do you say, birthday girl?”
At last, Danny took his cock from my mouth so that I could speak.
“Yes,” I said. “I do. I want to get fucked really hard, Danny.”
I felt the guy get off the bed. I heard him get undressed. In an instant he was back, his knees were between my thighs and he had a tight grip on my ankles.
Then he pushed his dick into my waiting hole. He was substantially endowed. The full length of his cock going into my vagina made me cry out.
He pumped into me hard and deep, and all I could do was lie there, my ass propped up on the pillows for him, my ankles pinned to the bed.
Danny was back at my mouth, going at me in a brisk rhythm. I knew he was almost ready to come.
“Jesus,” he was chanting, clutching my hair. “Jesus, Louanne.”
I was whimpering and carrying on from the force of the cock thrusting into me from behind. Danny jerked against my face hard and started to come down my throat. I felt like I was going to choke.
When Danny had finished coming, he scooted aside and watched me get nailed in the moonlight. I really started to sputter and cry then. The harder and deeper the guy fucked me, the better it felt.
“Oh,” I was crying, “oh god,” as he pounded away at me until my spread legs ached and I thought he would never come.
When he finally did, I felt suddenly shy again. Everyone was coming down to earth quickly and I realized I didn’t even know the guy’s name.
“That was really fun,” he said while he started to put on his clothes. But when he moved to untie my hands, Danny intervened.
“Don’t,” he said. “Leave them tied just a little longer.”
“Why?” I wanted to know. “What’s going on?”
“It’s well after midnight,” Danny explained. “We’re deep into the birthday zone.”
“Danny, no,” I protested, knowing him too well.
“Come on now, be a good girl.”
“Danny, no, I mean it.”
But Danny ignored my half-hearted plea and told the guy to sit back down on the bed.
“She’s already wearing her birthday dress,” Danny explained to him. “It’s a shame not to let her have her birthday spankings, too.”
The guy seemed more than delighted to oblige Danny. He shifted me over his knee and raised my skirt once more while I struggled lamely to squirm away. “Come on,” he said, slapping my naked ass, “you’re a big girl. You can take it, Louanne. A spank for each year. It’ll be over before you know it.”
“That’s what you think,” Danny laughed as he leaned against the headboard and relaxed in the dark. “Wait’ll you hear how old she is.”
There’s no better place on earth for a bright red 1968 Cadillac convertible than the wide-open back roads of those barren desert towns south of Reno, Nevada. Or so we thought, until we encountered all the dust. It flew up and pelted us when our wheels hit that unpaved road. It found our tongues and coated them. The dust stuck between our teeth; it stung gritty and sudden in our unprotected eyes. A desert is called a desert for a reason, we discovered. Choking and coughing, we hurriedly groped for the buttons that brought the convertible top back down and raised the electric windows.
Sheila and I were fools like that. We didn’t give much thought to sand, water, wind, or the elements: We just got in a car and drove. That summer, we’d saved up enough money to keep the Cadillac filled with gas for a month as we drove cross-country and back. We had only enough money left over to eat in truck stops and sleep in the cheapest motels. You know the kind: Truckers won’t even stay in them for more than an hour at a time. They don’t provide you with a television, or a radio, or a phone; they spend most of their paltry income just trying to keep their neon sign lit, but at least the sheets are clean and they have running water.