A Dish Best Served Cold, Chapter 2

I woke in agony; my guts clenching with terror. Panting, I felt the sheets, twisted and sweaty.  Was my conscience awakening, after all this time? 

I felt for Francesca in the dark. “Babe, can you wake up for a minute?” I found her shoulder and squeezed it gently. She murmured as I switched on the light.

“What is it, Hermie?” She brushed her hair out of her eyes. She was spooning the soundly sleeping Dove, her gorgeous twenty year old intern, who we’d been sharing that night. Francesca is a conceptual artist, and her videos of our sexual exploits are part of an exhibit she’s been developing for years. 

“I had the worst dream. Hellfire, laughing devils, I was being torn to shreds. I think I’m feeling guilty. I never feel guilty. Was I wrong, fucking Carly like that?”

“Herman, you are a beautiful man who has had a terrible year. 2020 has been such a drain. You’ve had so many overnights, double shifts, you might get kind of manic sometimes. Honestly? I think they were into it. I would’ve said something if I didn’t think so. You need to rest.” 

She had a point. Tom and I are pulmonary/critical care physicians at a major metropolitan hospital center. COVID has been so exhausting, physically, mentally, emotionally. We had lost colleagues, friends, neighbors, and worked ourselves raw. “It’s usually fun and games, what we do. This feels different.” 

“Wasn’t it something about the masks?” Dove offered, still half asleep. Dove was the daughter of one of my ICU nurses, a proud single mother, and a promising art major on scholarship to the best university in our region. Francesca had been the one to bring her into our lovemaking, first fucking her in the laundry room. She was still getting course credit for her time here.  

“It started with the mask disagreement. Lots of people have been eating during the conferences, and he went off on me in front of everyone. I get it; the masks are essential for stopping the virus. But I was twelve feet away from everyone, and those meeting go on forever. I had just had to re-intubate someone, too, who I had promised to get out of the hospital.” 

Francesca stroked my hair. “You use sex as a weapon. We get that. Everyone has a kink. Like you always say, ‘if we’re all getting fucked, we might as well enjoy it, right?’”

I’d found medicine so frustrating as a profession. Knowing the exact right answer still meant little compared to the weight of human depravity and limited resources. I kept getting these ‘rage boners.’ The sadomasochism that Francesca and I performed allowed me to express that anger in a self contained manner. In these lucid moments, I know I’m a narcissist and suspect I’m a sociopath. That said, I’m trying to make it all work. There has to be a balance, otherwise, I’m just a monster.

“Sometimes I think I want a war. I want an enemy to fight. Medicine is unsatisfying because you’re fighting someone who’s a victim, and there’s nothing to hit. It’s nobody’s fault, and I’m the one to picking up the pieces. When we use manipulation to build up peoples egos and then pull the floor out from under them, and we take advantage of their selfishness, loneliness, jealousy, we can fight and win without actually shedding a drop of blood.”

Dove yawned. “Herman, that video was totally hot. Francesca made me come three times while we were watching it. When you grabbed her by the neck and pulled her off your dick …” Dove bit her lip and moaned. I noticed the covers were rustling softly around Dove’s waist. I looked into Francesca’s eyes and grinned, then leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

“You two, I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m not revenge fucking anymore. I want to reconnect with the intimacy and the sense of fun that I used to have. I spend way too much effort on mind games and manipulation.

“Babe, you really think they weren’t into it?” Francesca asked. Dove was quietly gasping now, likely finger fucked by Francesca under the covers.  “You could always just call and apologize. She nuzzled Dove’s ear, and bit it, gently. “Darling, my husband is so preoccupied with his newfound guilt that he’s ignoring your sweet little pussy. Let’s help him find it, shall we?” She reached down and pulled the blanket away from the nude Dove in a single motion. Francesca had three fingers inside her, fucking her briskly. She slowed down, shifted her arms, reached between Dove’s thighs, and firmly spread her legs apart.  

My mouth dropped open, watering, and I had my boxers off to free my erect cock in an instant. I crawled over to them. “Dove, dear, your pussy is so tempting. But I’m afraid the woman of the house gets first dick.” The two women giggled, and I put one hand down to test Francesca’s snatch. It was warm, wet, and open. I fit my cock into Francesca; after all these years, our privates know each other better than anyone. I grasped Dove by the waist, bringing her open pussy onto my lower abdomen and pubis, so that I was rubbing her clit and pussy as I fucked her boss.

Francesca was necking with Dove, and I stroked the young woman’s chest lightly as she undulated.

Read Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/12/22/a-dish-best-served-cold/

Oral 101

You see this cock? This is your cock now. You are going to make it come harder and stronger than it ever has before.

Now your mouth is my mouth. Your cock, my mouth. Get it?

You have the most incredible smile. I love the way you smile. Open up your mouth as wide as you can. Come on, wider. Let me see. OK, I’m gonna stick my fingers in your mouth so you start getting used to what it feels like. Yeah, OK, you see how when I push down, you drool a lot? That’s the kind of pressure I’m talking about. I want you to be just salivating all over this thing like it’s the most delicious sausage you ever ate.

Start by kissing it on the side. That’s right, take it in your hands, kissing, lick it all over. Run your mouth back-and-forth on it. It’s nice, right? It’s soft and hard at the same time, velvet and smooth. Like the most incredible adventure you’ll ever enjoy.

Take the head, and roll your tongue around. That’s right. Grab it by the base, and just lap at it like it’s a popsicle. Good. Good.

Feel my balls with your hand, yeah, kiss them and rub them on your cheek. Take the skin and just hold it between your teeth, just a little bit. Nice.

All the way in. Slow and easy. Push me back with your mouth. Work your cheeks. I know you have more space in your throat. You can do a lot better than that. Push! Okay, you’re getting it.

Open up your blouse. Yeah. Let me see those tits. God, you’re beautiful.

Now I want you to come from your neck and bob up and down. Try to keep your head and neck straight, and then move from your chest. Use your shoulders if you need to. Yeah, that’s good.

You’ve got to be breathing through your nose. You don’t have your mouth to breathe with and I don’t want you to get overtired. Try to breathe and pump and breathe and pump.

Don’t be afraid to drool a lot. Just let it wash over it. It’s not gross, it’s not disgusting, it’s what I want. Yeah, get it all over your face, get it all over your tits. Yeah, try and use your whole body going around it, that’s right.

Keep up the motion, and reach down and start touching yourself. Yeah, I like to watch you. I think about you getting dirty, it makes me hot. Yeah, get yourself wet. Open up that little pussy and show me some pink. Pink is my favorite color.

Baby, I’m about to come, and I don’t want you to waste a single drop of it, right? You keep breathing and you keep swallowing. Here we go, here we go.

Slow down, slowly. Gentle. Just hold me in your mouth and try not to move.

OK, let me go and come on up here. That was magnificent!

2>1

When I hike her knees

Up around my waist, and the

Action spreads her sex

Wide before me, I know

That she is surrendered to

Me wholly, all mine.

When she breathes in gasps,

Ragged, and begs me not to stop,

Tightening every

Sinew in her frame,

And pulls me closer as if

To envelop me

And I drive with force

Unrelenting, touching the

Deepest spots within,

For a moment we

Create a larger body,

Her and I are one.

Manalive!

He flitters and he

Flutters through my mind all day

Long, and I want to

Suck him dry. Where is

He? Soaking here on my own,

This can’t all go to

Waste. How he murmurs

Nasty phrases in my ear

When we are fucking,

My deepest muscles

Tighten. He makes me feel like

A goddess and a

Whore, newborn and as

Old as time. We vibrate, and

Transcend existence.

Fulfillment

Ecstasy suffused

Her; articulate voice, now

Mouthing vowels of love

Her first juices are

Lovely; the second nectar

Is velvet new life.

My pelvis to hers

Creates a circuit from the

Sacrum to her heart

Through her throat into

My mouth, down my throat and to

My heart, sacrum and

Back into her, a

Holy electricity,

We revivify.