Chapter 5 #2
photos for a while and bookmark the page, so I can ask Moira about it
when she comes home. I can’t wait to see how red she’ll
get when she tries to explain it further to me.
I find an
interesting link to an article about sex slang, and I learn there are
a variety of terms that describes a man’s penis. Pecker, dick,
cock, peter, wang, one-eyed monster, joystick, sword, and shaft.
Cock is my favorite
though.
Then I’m
introduced to a word that forever changes how I learn about sex on
the computer.
Pornography.
Wikipedia says it’s
the portrayal of sexual material for the purposes of arousal, and the
variety of video links underneath my fingertips is astounding. I
don’t hesitate before I click the first one, and my eyes go
wide at what is playing out before me.
A woman, on her
back, with a man holding her legs up and spread wide in his hands.
His cock is drilling into her, and her large breasts are bouncing all
around while she screams at the top of her lungs with pleasure. I
recognize this position from the Kama Sutra .
I click on video
after video and, before long, my hand is wrapped around my own cock,
stroking hard to the beat of the sex I’m watching on the
laptop. One video in particular shocks me beyond all reason, when I
see one woman taking three men at the same time.
I tilt my head to
the side, my own stroking momentarily stopped because I’m still
not quite sure I believe what I’m seeing. The woman sits
astride a man, with his cock in her pussy—pussy being another
term I learned. She’s leaning forward, so she can take another
man’s cock in her mouth as he stands at the end of the bed. But
the thing that shocks me the most is that another man stands behind
her and has his cock up her—is that her anus?
All three men pump
their hips furiously into her different holes, and she moans with
utter abandon. The sight before me is beyond thrilling and my cock…
peter… shaft, whatever, gets harder than I think it has ever
been before in my life.
My hand starts
moving again as wetness leaks from the tip, and my pulse skyrockets.
I match pace with the furious tunneling the men are doing on the
woman’s body, and I race toward my orgasm… climax…
I’m getting ready to come.
I erupt hotly, my
semen jetting across the table and thankfully missing Moira’s
laptop. I shout out a curse… another new word I learned today,
“ Fuck !” as I continue to pump my dick…
sword… one-eyed monster.
After a few minutes,
my breathing evens out, and I get up on shaky legs from the table. I
grab some paper towels and clean the mess off the kitchen table,
staring at the laptop for a few moments.
That was beyond
insane. It was and still is almost beyond my comprehension.
Everything that I thought I knew about sex seems so inadequate now,
and I have more questions for Moira than ever before.
More importantly,
due to the things I learned today, I now have an idea on how to get
Moira on bended knee before me, because that is how I truly want her.
How I must have her.
At least for the
first time.
It’s almost
two o’clock in the afternoon when I hear Moira’s car pull
into the driveway. She told me before she left that we would go out
to dinner tonight, then we were going to meet some friends of hers at
a nightclub, as she wanted to put me in a social setting to show me
how friends interact with each other. I think this was due to her
constant peppering me about my tribe mates back in the Caraica
village, and how we spent our social time together. I basically told
her I spent time every day hunting and fishing, and then telling
stories around the fire at night. It was pretty simple, yet there was
a strong bond there with my people.
I think she wants to
show to me the way “friends” bond here in America, so I
can appreciate the potential to have friends of my own in this new
world. It’s a wasted lesson on me because having friends
implies I’m staying.
And I’m not.
When Moira opens the
front door, she steps in and sees me sitting on the couch. I had put
my clothes back on after my “experience” at her kitchen
table earlier and prepared myself to confront her with the things I
learned today.
She smiles at me in
greeting, and then her eyes stray down to the pink vibrator—another
term I learned today—that I’m holding in my hand. I flick
the button, and it buzzes loudly.
“What are you
doing with that?” she asks angrily as her face flushes red.
I flick the button
back off and shrug my shoulders. “I found it in your drawer
today.”
She drops her purse
to the floor and walks over to me, snatching the vibrator out of my
hand. “You had no right to go through my belongings.”
I shrug my shoulders
again in disinterest over her anger. “You never said your room
was off-limits. You said to treat this house as if it were my own.”
Moira sputters for a
moment, and then snaps, “Well, don’t do it again. My room
is now off-limits.”
“Fine,”
I assure her, because I saw everything in there I wanted to see
anyway.
Moira stomps off to
her room. I can hear her throwing the vibrator back in the drawer and
slamming it shut. When she comes back out, her face is no longer red
and she seems a bit more composed. She walks into the kitchen and
opens the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of iced tea that she
always keeps full. I get up from the couch and follow her in there.
After she pours
herself a glass, she turns to me. “So what did you do today?”
“You mean
after I found your sex toy?”
“Yes,”
she growls. “After you found my sex toy.”
“Well, let’s
see… I masturbated in your kitchen and climaxed all over your
table.”
“You what?”
she asks with her mouth hanging open.
I nod my head. “That
happened after I found out what pornography was on the Internet and
watched a woman take it up her pussy and her ass while she sucked
another guy’s cock down her throat.”
I’m impressed
with myself how easy this new terminology just pours out of my mouth,
and I’m delighted to see Moira flush redder than I’ve
ever seen her before.
She moves over to
one of the kitchen chairs and slumps down into it. “Oh, my
God,” she mutters. “You did not watch porn on the
Internet, did you?”
“It was very
enlightening, and far more interesting than the stuff you’ve
been teaching me so far. I’ve practically got an entire new
vocabulary just from a few hours of searching.”
Moira’s head
drops into the palm of her hand. She shakes her head back and forth.
“Randall is going to kill me.”
“Tell me,
Moira… does it feel good for a woman to have anal sex? It
looks like it feels fucking amazing from a man’s perspective,
and oh, by the way… that’s another new word I learned
today. Fuck. I like it. So many uses for just one, little word.”
I think I may have
broken her with the shock value of the things I’m saying
because she just shakes her head slowly and mutters, “I don’t
know. I’ve never done it.”
Moira stands from
the table, and her legs look a bit shaky. Her eyes rise up, and I
smirk inside as she tries to steel her gaze against mine. She firms
her voice up and says, “Zach… these questions about sex
have to end. I can’t discuss these things with you again. This
is stopping right now.”
In one long stride,
I’m standing before Moira. My hand snakes out and wraps around
her throat, and I gently squeeze to get her attention. I graze my
thumb across her jaw and take immense satisfaction in the way her
eyes glaze over a bit.
“On the
contrary, Moira… it’s just getting started.”