“Harvey, are you still awake?” The radium-painted hands of the twin-bell alarm clock showed 12:45 AM.

Harvey sighed, staring at the ceiling.

“What is it, dear?” Delilah asked, rolling towards him and leaning on her elbow.

“Incidit in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim,” Harvey (Dartmouth College, Class of 1898) recited from memory.

“In English?”

“He fell into Scylla, hoping to avoid Charybdis.”

“I think you’d better explain what you’re talking about.”

Harvey took a deep breath, then exhaled. “All right,” he began. “You know I love you, and of course I love Daphne.”

“Yes, we know you love us. But…?”

“But I think I also love Julia.”

“Of course you do, we all love her.”

“No, Delilah. I mean…I think I love Julia.”

“Ah. I see.” A few seconds of silence passed, then Harvey could feel the bed begin to tremble.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry—”

“Oh, Harvey!” Delilah scoffed, shaking with laughter. “You poor thing. I’ve been waiting for over a month for you to work up the courage to tell me.”

Harvey turned his head and stared incredulously at his wife in the soothing, phosphorescent glow of radioactive alpha particles.

“Harvey, I smelled somebody else’s snatch on your mustache at my birthday party. I wasn’t sure whose, but there weren’t too many possible suspects; most of the women at the party were old harpies.”

“How did you know it wasn’t yours?”

“Please. Every one smells a little different, and this one smelled like…” Delilah knit her brow as she tried to recall. “Not exactly cedar, but—”

“Pencil shavings?” Harvey offered.

“That’s it, isn’t it? That girl’s pussy smells like a pencil sharpener,” Delilah snickered. “So tell me, did she use it to sharpen your pencil?”

Harvey cringed at the obvious joke that had been haunting him for five weeks.

“No, of course not.” He stared at the ceiling again.

“Just a little smooch on the cooch?”

“Please—”

“All right, I don’t need to know every detail, at least not right now,” Delilah said with a coy smile. “So you’re here lying awake in our bedroom because you know she’s lying awake in the parlor, waiting for you to come in and fuck her. You want to be with her but you don’t want to lose your family, am I right?”

“More or less.”

“Harvey, look at me.”

Harvey sighed and rolled onto his side, facing her.

“Remember the song I sang you that night? You probably don’t remember the very beginning.”

Delilah sang the first two lines softly.

“You can’t deny you’ve been feasting your eyes
You’ve been a good guy, now I have a surprise…”

Harvey waited for an explanation.

“I thought the song was about my melons, but maybe it was actually about that tomato Julia,” Delilah reflected. “But still, you’ve been a good guy. Now I have a surprise.” She held up her index finger. “You get one chance. One. Tonight. To fuck your daughter’s best friend and get it out of your system. Can you agree to that?”

“What if it doesn’t get it out of my system? That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Then it’s better for us to know now, instead of having you mooning over her until the end of time.”

Harvey tilted his head. “That’s a fair point,” he acknowledged. “But I’m still not sure…”

“About what? You washed your dick after you stuck it in my ass, didn’t you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I don’t want to risk her having a baby, obviously.”

“I’ve already thought of that,” Delilah smiled. “I’ll take care of the preparations while you two are getting reacquainted.” She leaned over and kissed Harvey. “You’ve been so patient and supportive this year; now it’s my turn to support you. I appreciate your lashing yourself to the mast, Odysseus, but I’m releasing your bonds so you can dive in and follow that siren’s song.”

“I don't think that story ends well…”

“Harvey Wilbur Davenport! You march yourself down that hallway right now and go fuck that girl!” Delilah laughed, smacking him with a pillow. “I’ll be in the kitchen preparing your secret weapon when you’re ready for it,” she added.

In the Davenports’ parlor, the lights of the city cast a soft glow through the sheer draperies. Julia lay awake on the couch, fingering the edge of her plush brown blanket and staring at the flickering shadows on the ceiling as the thoughts bounced around inside her skull.

What was I thinking?

I’m such a ninny.

Why am I even here?

He isn’t coming.

What was that sound?

Probably just the cat.

“Misty?”

Mr. D.! Julia’s heart raced. “I’m here,” she called softly.

Harvey slipped inside the room and closed the door behind him, then padded across the carpet and turned on a four-watt electric lamp, which cast a dim yellow glow on the scene.

Julia sat up and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. “Oh, what are we doing?” she asked forlornly. “We can’t do this. Can we?”

“I felt the same way, but then…” Harvey sat next to her on the couch and looked into her eyes. “Mrs. Davenport ordered me to come in here and fuck you.”

“Jesus, Mr. D.! I must be dreaming.”

“No, it’s true. She’s giving us this one night to be together.”

“Huh. Well, that sure is grand of her.”

“After you and I were together on her birthday, she found me out almost immediately. She knew I’d been with a woman, but I don’t think she knew with whom until tonight.”

“She smelled me on your beard, huh?”

“Indeed. Now she knows why all the pencils in the house have been sharpened down to stubs,” Harvey chuckled.

“Why, Mr. Davenport, I do declare!”

“So, Miss Virginia Belle, the question is, would you like that?”

Julia dropped the accent and became serious. “I— Yes, I would.” She hesitated. “But I don’t want you to put a baby in me.”

“Oh, nobody wants that.”

“But then—”

“Mrs. Davenport said she has a plan for that.”

Julia’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “You must be kidding me.”

“I guess we’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t we forget about that part and focus on something we already like to do.”

Julia brightened. “How about… kissing.”

“Yes,” Harvey whispered, taking Julia’s face in his hands and drawing her closer. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, and she closed her eyes and parted her lips, aching for his kiss. His lips brushed hers and she felt a jolt of intense heat. Julia desperately wanted to mash her lips against his, to devour him, but she held herself back, determined to let their romance blossom slowly this time.

They held each other and kissed slowly and passionately. Julia ignored the tickle of Harvey’s mustache, excited to be embraced by a man and not a boy.

“That was nice,” Julia sighed. “Although I hope you aren’t disappointed by my fresh breath; I brushed my teeth before bed and I didn’t blow anyone tonight,” she teased.

Harvey smiled. “Well, I brushed my teeth as well. It was nice to have it be just the two of us.”

“Can you think of anything else we like to do?” Julia asked demurely.

Harvey traced his fingertips delicately along her shoulders, gently sliding the ribbon shoulder straps of her teddy down until they hung against her arms. “Licking your cute little tits,” he whispered. Julia arched an eyebrow and gave him a tart smile. “It’s all right,” he added, anticipating her next comment. “I’m excited to taste them just as they are. Not splattered with my hot, sticky cum.”

He leaned down and flicked his tongue against her nipples, which were as hard as pencil erasers, one after the other and back again. Julia hissed a sharp intake of air on first contact, then melted back against the cushions as Harvey continued drubbing her pink pearls with his tongue.

He cradled her adorable tits in his hands and began licking them with longer strokes, while Julia squirmed and writhed under his reassuring touch. She arched her back until only her ass and shoulders were in contact with the couch. Harvey slid his hands to her nipples and gently rolled each one between the tips of his thumb and forefinger while kissing his way up her neck. 

Julia exhaled a long, satisfied breath. “All right, what else do we like to do?”

“Eating your sweet pussy until you cum on my face,” Harvey suggested.

“I like the sound of that! Here, we’d better lay the blanket on the couch. And let’s deep-six the clothes,” she added, nodding at his shirt as she pulled the straps of her nightgown back up to her shoulders.

Harvey pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his solid chest, its patch of dark hair peppered with gray. Julia raised her eyebrows playfully, then cast a glance at his pajama pants.

Harvey hooked his thumbs into his waistband and yanked down his pants and drawers, exposing himself to her, and Julia bit her lip in anticipation as he stepped out of them.

Julia stood and grasped the hem of her nightie, then, after making sure she had Harvey’s full attention, whipped it off over her head in one motion, revealing first her trim red bush, then her flat stomach, then her saucy tits again. She shook out her fiery cascade of hair and stood before him, enjoying the look of awe that had washed across Harvey’s face. 

He shook himself out of his trance and laid the blanket on the couch, then, before Julia could react, he sat on the floor and rested the back of his head on the seat of the couch. “Mustache rides, five cents,” he grinned.

“I’ll have to pay you later,” Julia laughed, patting her imaginary pockets. “I don’t seem to have any money on me.” She grabbed onto the back of the couch and hoisted herself up, kneeling over his head and lowering herself onto his face.

Harvey took her ass cheeks in his strong hands and buried his face in her crotch, inhaling deeply of her woody scent. Extending his tongue, he swept it up and down her rosy slit, gently parting her outer lips and tasting the sweet nectar that had begun flowing from within.

Julia, an eager young filly champing at the bit, burst out of the gate, charging the two furlongs to the finish line before Harvey even got comfortable in the saddle. She rode him, bucking and whinnying, as he whacked her hindquarters and spurred her on down the homestretch. She crossed the wire in full gallop, thundering to an unforgettable finish.

When her orgasm subsided, Julia rolled off Harvey’s face and collapsed on the couch, heaving shallow breaths, her skin lathered with a sheen of sweat.

“Ready to take another run at it?” Harvey asked with amusement. 

“Nay,” she huffed, her voice slightly hoarse.

Harvey gave her a moment to rest, gently brushing her wild mane with his fingers as she got her wind back.

“All right, anything else we like to do?” Julia asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Sucking my hard cock and sliding it between your tits,” Harvey proposed as he rose and stood before her.

“Oh, the ten-dollar special!” Julia laughed. “Say, that reminds me; do you know whatever happened to Jack Frost?”

“Yes. Your uncles were roughing him up a little bit—nothing too bad—and he started begging them to let him go. He said he had a brother he could stay with upstate and he’d never come back to the city. They drove him directly to the train station, bought him a ticket, and put him on the 10:30 to Buffalo, without so much as a change of socks. They called one of their associates in Buffalo, who confirmed his arrival the next morning.”

Julia had begun lazily stroking Harvey’s cock while he talked. “Huh. Did they ever get his real name?”

“Yes, it was something like Carmine DeLuca or Charlie Palooka. Your uncles will keep tabs on him just in case he gets any funny ideas.”

“Well, that takes care of that.” She thought for a moment while idly moving her hand up and down Harvey’s dick, which was at three-quarter mast. “But what’s a joe like that going to do for work in a dinky little town like Buffalo? I can’t see him punching a clock every day.”

Harvey laughed in disbelief, and Julia scowled at him. “What?” she demanded, whipping her hand off his cock and crossing her arms over her bare breasts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” He sat on the couch. “But Buffalo is an absolute paradise for a hood like that. Think about its geography; what’s surrounding Buffalo?”

“Some of the Great Lakes, the smaller ones. Uh, Ontario and Erie.”

“And what’s on the other side of those lakes?”

The light dawned. “Canada.” She put her hand on his cock again and languidly stroked it.

“Exactly! Smuggling liquor is big business in Buffalo. Once you’ve gotten it across the water, you can move it by truck or by rail. Buffalo is a major rail hub…” Harvey realized that he had begun giving an economics lecture to a gorgeous girl who was kneeling in front of him, completely naked, and patiently waiting to suck his dick. “Anyway, the Palooka brothers won’t have any trouble finding work. But I have one final question: Do you know what connects Lake Erie and Lake Ontario?”

Before Julia had a chance to think about it, Harvey bent down and whispered the answer in her ear.

“Niagara Falls.”

Julia’s face flushed as she remembered what she had called the enormous volume of cum that Harvey had shot between her tits the last time they had been together.

“Well,” she said smoothly, recovering her wits, “This little Maid of the Mist was made for sucking your cock and has missed feeling it between her titties.” With that, she leaned forward and slipped her scarlet lips over the head of Harvey’s dick and swirled her tongue on his glans.

“Oh, Misty,” he groaned, brushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “You take my breath away.” Julia’s eyes glittered as she slid her mouth further down his cock. She thought that was a funny thing for him to say while she was the one with her mouth stuffed, but she appreciated the sentiment. She rested her hands on Harvey’s thighs and slowly worked her mouth up and down on his stiff, quivering dick.

After a few minutes of fellating him, Julia eased her mouth off him and grinned. “So I take your breath away, Mr. D.?”

Harvey nodded. Breathlessly.

Julia continued in a whisper. “Well, now my breath tastes like your cock.” She smiled mischievously. “But you’ll have to wait to find out.” She bent her head and drooled a blob of saliva between her boobs, and Harvey slid himself forwards to the edge of the couch. Julia leaned forward and sandwiched Harvey’s dick between her alabaster tits, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her beautiful bosoms gleaming in the dim light as she slid them along his aching cock.

“Oh, Julia,” Harvey whispered as he ran his fingers through her copper-colored hair.

“Do you like that, Mr. D.?”

“I love that.”

“Well, you’d better not get too excited and cum on my tits,” she pretended to scold him as she slowly continued humping him. After a moment, she kissed the head of his prick and stood up in front of him.

“Now my wicked little tits probably taste like your cock,” Julia observed with her lip curled. “Wanna find out?”

Harvey rose from the couch and reached for her. He ran his tongue straight up between her taut tits, savoring the salty taste of his own cock, and didn’t stop until he had licked a trail up her throat, over her chin, and into her greedy mouth. Their tongues danced and mauled each other, each of them striving to share the taste in their mouth while also tasting what the other had to offer, as their naked bodies pressed against one another, Julia’s firm and smooth, Harvey’s rugged and bristly. Harvey’s erection pressed into Julia’s abdomen, and she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer.

“That’s where your cock will be inside of me,” Julia said in a husky whisper, and felt Harvey’s hard-on twitch against her stomach. He stepped back and they both watched a gossamer thread of precum connect her belly button to the eye of his weeping cock. Harvey corralled it with two fingertips and traced his wet fingertips over Julia’s sensitive nipples. Expecting it to feel warm, she gasped in surprise at the cool sensation she felt instead.

“Mrs. Davenport said I should meet her in the kitchen before we…” Harvey waved his hand at their crotches, suddenly reticent to use the crude word that had been bandied about all evening.

“Before we fuck?”

“Before we share ourselves with each other.”

Julia rolled her eyes. “All right, go see what Mrs. D. has for you. I’ll be waiting here.” She kissed his cheek and gave him a nudge towards the door.

Harvey slipped on his pajama pants and stole to the kitchen, where Delilah was waiting.

“There you are! I was beginning to wonder,” she laughed. “Look, dear, I made you a sheath,” presenting him with an empty sausage casing made from sheep intestine, tied tightly in a knot at one end. “Margaret had some casings stored in the icebox. I rinsed off the brine and washed it for you. It should be almost as good as a lambskin condom, as long as you aren’t too rough with it.”

“Is this a farce?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I just can’t believe this is really happening,” Harvey said quietly.

“Harvey. What about this night has been believable? I fucked and sucked three loads out of your friend from the university, an hour after I met him.”

“While I shot two loads into your ass,” Harvey added.

“Yes, it’s been a busy night for both of us,” Delilah laughed. “But it’s your time now. You won’t have any peace—we won’t have any peace—until you resolve this.” She kissed his cheek, and then sniffed the air. “Dixon Ticonderoga,” she giggled. “Now go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harvey took the sheath, squeezed his wife’s hand, and left the kitchen.

“That man,” Delilah sighed. She washed her hands, pressed the wall switch to turn off the overhead electric light, and went back to bed.

When Harvey returned to the parlor and closed the door, he saw that Julia had spread the blanket on the floor and was lying in repose, resting on both elbows, with her pert breasts defying gravity and her alluring red hair arrayed behind her. Her legs were crossed so that the upper fringe of her ginger muff was visible but her pink pussy was hidden from view. She had warmed up the radio and found a late-night program featuring a sultry chanteuse who was clearly carrying a torch for someone.

“It’s bittersweet, what you do to my heart,
Each time we meet, I know we have to part…”

Julia nodded at the item in Harvey’s hand. “Whatcha got, Mr. D.?”

“She made us a sheath.”

“Bespoke, huh?”

“It should work fine if we’re gentle.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. Gentle sounds all right by me.” Julia patted the blanket next to her. “Come lie down and tell me what you’re going to do to me. It will help me get wet again,” she explained.

Harvey lay down and let his fingers glide along Julia’s soft skin.

“First, I’m going to slowly press the head of my cock against your pussy lips…”

“Ohhh,” Julia moaned, and Harvey decided to start again.

“I’m going to press the fat head of my rock-hard cock against your beautiful virgin pussy lips…”

“Ohhh, tell me more.”

“I’ll slide my thick cock into your tight, hot, wet, pussy…” Harvey touched the outer reaches of her firm, round tits.

“Ohhh…”

“And then I’ll hold it still for a moment and we’ll kiss…”  Harvey rubbed Julia’s nipples alternately.

“Ohhh, Mr. D…”

“We’ll just feel each other while your trim little pussy grips my cock…” Harvey kissed her neck lightly.

“Ohhh, touch me there,” Julia whimpered.

Harvey slid his hand down, over her triangular tuft of springy red hair, and caressed her outer labia. Spreading them apart, he felt her wetness.

“And then I’ll slowly move in and out…”

“Ohhh, yes…”

“But I may have to pull out after a couple of minutes because the sheer excitement of being inside you will probably be too much for me to handle.”

“You’re that crazy about me, huh?”

“Of course I am. But this has to end after tonight.”

“Sure, I get it. So let’s make the most of tonight, okay?” She continued with a giggle, “Now put that thing on and let’s get shaking.”

Harvey wrangled the makeshift condom onto his cock, then rolled over and knelt above Julia on all fours, with both of his legs between hers. They kissed once, then Julia took his sheathed dick in her dainty hand and guided it to her entrance, rubbing it against her pussy lips. Harvey pressed forward, felt some brief resistance, and—

“Oooh, ow,” Julia winced.

“Did I hurt you?”

“It’s all right, I think. Just park it there for a minute.” Julia blew out through her mouth a few times and then smiled weakly. “This gives a different meaning to ‘parking’, wouldn’t you say?”

“Would you like me to take it out?”

“Are you nuts?” Julia laughed. “You’ve got your cock halfway in my pussy! What am I gonna say, that I’ve blown twenty-one guys and fucked half of one?”

“I’m not sure that’s how the math works…”

“Look, just push it in, slowly.”

Harvey did as he was told. Julia maintained eye contact with him as Harvey’s stiff cock plowed a furrow deeper inside her, gently spreading her apart inch by inch. When at last his hairy balls were resting against her cherry asshole, he stopped and leaned down and kissed her. He then lowered his body onto hers, pressing their stomachs together and flattening her buoyant breasts with his burly chest.

The songstress on the radio serenaded them and all the other lovers who were awake in the lonely city after midnight, clutching onto a brief moment of happiness before it slipped away with the pale light of dawn.

“Your love for me is like a lilac’s fragrant bloom,
Sweet for a short time but it’s faded far too soon…”

Harvey and Julia kissed tenderly for a minute or two, then Harvey pulled his hips back, made sure the sheath wasn’t going to be left behind, and eased his cock partway out of her pussy before sliding it back in again.

“That’s nice,” Julia whispered. “Just like that.”

They fucked slowly like this for a few minutes. 

Harvey raised himself up with his arms, then bent down and began licking Julia’s hard pink nipples.

“Oh, yes, like that. Lick them clean, then kiss me so I can taste your precum.” She knew she probably wouldn’t be able to taste anything, but it was exciting to say it anyway.

Julia moved a hand down and began rubbing her sensitive clit. Harvey kissed her and she sucked on his tongue. After a moment, she breathed “I’m g-going to cum soon.”

“I’ll need to pull out when you do, or you’ll milk my cock empty.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. If my big thick cock is still inside your tight teen pussy when you cum, it’ll be all over.”

“Well, I’d rather have it be all over me.”

Harvey continued licking Julia’s taut nipples and slowly fucking her perfect pink pussy while she abused herself with increasing ferocity.

“Mr. D., p-pull out!”

Harvey grabbed his cock and the sheath and sailed out of Julia’s tight pussy faster than Jason and the Argonauts rowing through the clashing rocks of the Bosphorus. While she frantically frigged herself, he clambered up so he could pinch her tits and lay a long, heavy kiss on her lips.

Julia arched her back and exploded, a searing white light obscuring her vision and a ringing sound filling her ears. Paralyzed, all she could do was press her hand against her clit and ride out the storm. Harvey kept his lips sealed to hers, and she hummed and moaned into his mouth as she was buffeted by the crashing waves of her pleasure.

Harvey planted small kisses on her hands and arms, her stomach and hips, as she slowly recovered from her second orgasm of the night, and third of her life. After a time—

“Okay, Mr. D., now it’s your turn. How would you like me to make you cum?”

“You’ll see.”

“Ooh, goody!” Julia clapped her hands in anticipation.

Harvey peeled off the sheath and tossed it aside. He approached Julia’s pussy again, but pressed the shaft of his cock against her labia, with the head pointing at her curly red bush. Sliding up and down, he used her slick pussy lips to masturbate the lower length of his cock, keeping the head clear of her slit at all times. Julia stared at him briefly before a sly smile crept across her face.

“Are you gonna cum on my stomach?”

“Yes…”

“And on my tits?”

“Yes…”

“And on my neck?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t know, Mr. D., that would have to be a pretty big load. To shoot your cum on my stomach? And my tits? And my neck?”

“Yes… Yes…”

“Do you think you can cum that much, Mr. D.? Just from rubbing your cock on my pussy?”

“Yes… Yes… Yes…”

“Huh. I don’t know. You’d probably end up cumming on my face or in my hair.”

That did it.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Harvey shouted as he pressed his cock against Julia’s soft mound and began ejaculating.

“Yes! Cover me in your fucking cum!” Julia hissed.

Harvey complied, blasting three thick jets of cum into the air that landed on Julia’s stomach, tits, and collarbone with the force of a whale’s fluke slapping the surface of the sea.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Mr. D., look at all that cum!”

“I see it,” Harvey said in a daze. It was his third load of the night and he was tapped out.

“Sorry, Mr. D., you didn’t get any on my face,” Julia teased. “But look, you’re the first guy to ever cum in my hair. Not too shabby overall.”

“You look beautiful wearing nothing but my cum.”

“Mmm, it’s keeping me warm and cosy,” she said dreamily. “But it will cool off soon. Feed it to me. Please.”

Harvey grinned and went on cleanup duty one last time for the night. He licked and slurped up the warm cum one mouthful at a time and kissed Julia, letting the cum run out of his mouth and into hers.

“Oh, Mr. D., that is so fucking hot.”

“You like tasting my cum?”

“Mmmm.”

When Julia was reasonably clean, they cuddled up and wrapped the thick blanket around themselves, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin. Harvey kissed Julia on the forehead and stroked her hair. The glimmering city lights continued to cast their patterns on the ceiling. The radio broadcast had finally signed off for the night, and the nightingale’s lamentations were a fading memory. The only sound in the room was the slow rhythm of their intertwined breathing.

“Julia?”

“Yes?”

“I fucking love you, Julia.”

Julia smiled and looked up at him. “I loved fucking you, Mr. D.,” she giggled. “And just think of all the memories we made.” She rested her head on his shoulder and traced a fingertip through the hair on his chest. “I’ll think of you anytime someone mentions Niagara Falls, and you’ll think of me anytime you hand someone a ten-dollar bill.”

“By golly, I probably will,” Harvey admitted with a faint smile.

“We’ll still see each other sometimes, Mr. D.”

“Julia—”

“No, what I mean is, Daphne’s still my best friend. We’ll see each other at dinners and parties.”

“Oh, yes. Of course.”

 “Maybe you can call me Misty sometimes. Just for old time’s sake.”

“I’d like that; it could be our little joke.” He kissed her forehead again. “But I probably ought to switch to mechanical pencils,” he sighed. “And finish that report on citrus fruit. Too many reminders.”

“Yeah, you gotta start getting over me, Mr. D.” Julia snuggled closer against him and hugged him tight. “But not quite yet.”