Free Community by Graham Masterton Page B

heart-shaped mole on her right cheek.
    On the television, Detective Carrie Wells was saying, ‘
March twenty-seventh, nineteen ninety-eight, was a Tuesday. Sunrise was at five forty-six am. Most important of all, on that day, the FDA approved Viagra.
’
    Isobel stood up. She unbuttoned her dress all the way down and opened it out, her arms wide apart, as if she were spreading her wings and preparing to fly. Underneath, apart from her red crystal necklace and a lacy red bra, she was wearing nothing at all. Although her breasts were so large and heavy, her hips were very narrow. Her vulva was waxed and completely smooth.
    Neither of them took their eyes off each other. Isobel knelt down in front of him, still wearing her open dress like a cape, and reached for his belt-buckle.
    â€˜I’m not sure Doctor Hamid would approve of this,’ said Michael, hoarsely. ‘He told me to be very careful not to strain my back.’
    â€˜Then we’ll just have to make sure that you
don’t
strain your back,’ said Isobel. She had licked her lips and they were shining pink in the lamplight. She unfastened his belt and then tugged down his zipper. Reaching inside the top of his shorts with one red-varnished finger, she stretched out the waistband so that she could scoop her other hand inside them, and pull out his rapidly swelling penis.
    She gripped the shaft of his penis very tightly, with her pointed fingernails digging into it like needles, and rubbed it up and down two or three times. They were still looking unblinkingly into each other’s eyes, almost as if they were daring each other to continue. Then – still gripping his penis just as hard – Isobel reached over for her glass of Shiraz, held it up and said, ‘Here’s to companionship.’ She swallowed a mouthful, and licked her lips again.
    Michael tried to lift himself up from the couch, but he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his neck and said, ‘
Ah!
’ Isobel gently pushed him back.
    â€˜Let’s take it easy, shall we?’ she smiled. ‘You don’t want to go dislocating your neck again, do you?’
    Michael said, ‘Where’s this going, Isobel?’
    â€˜Just as far as you want it to.’
    With that, she lowered her head and took the purple head of his penis between lips that were still wet with wine. She circled the tip of her tongue around it, around and around, and then she dipped it into the crevice in his glans.
    Again, he tried to raise himself up, but he felt another twinge, even more painful this time, and knew that it would be dangerous to try. He looked down at Isobel as she took his penis deep into her mouth, her tongue still circling, her head nodding. Already he felt a tightening sensation between his legs, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off a climax for very long.
    She started sucking him harder, and he buried the fingers of both of his hands into her thick, shiny brunette hair, pulling her head down so that she was taking him into her mouth as far as it was possible for him to go.
    He started panting as his climax began to rise. Every muscle in his body was rigid and he was seeing pinpricks of light in front of his eyes.
    â€˜Oh God,’ he gasped, and Isobel lifted her head, so that he climaxed in a loop over the bridge of her nose, and into her eyelashes. She laughed, a high tinkly laugh, like a mischievous fairy, and stuck out her tongue so that she could lasciviously lick the last of his semen.
    â€˜Oh God,’ he repeated, still panting. ‘You are amazing. You are something else, believe me.’
    She smiled up at him, her face still decorated with his climax. ‘That’s companionship, Greg. That’s
real
companionship.’
    He shifted himself up a little, but as he did so he glimpsed a flash of reflected light over by the window seat. Isobel had failed to pull one of the blinds all the way down, so there was a gap above the window