Trolley No. 1852 by Edward Lee Read Free Book Online

door,
turning to me with a scolding grin. “Shame on you, sir. There’s no
reason to do that, you know. Not here! ”
    It was only then,
receiving my first frontal look at her, that I became apprised of
the extent of Ammi’s diversity. To call her a “colourful” girl would be a howling
understatement: her hair was a long silken coppery red while
obsidian-black eyebrows adorned her forehead. The abundant hair of
her pubic area, however, shined blond as sunlit wheat. Breasts the
circumference of tangerines sat erect on her chest. Only after
fathoming this full glance at her did I recollect her odd
remark.
    “Pardon me, but I don’t
know what you mean. There’s no reason to do what? ”
    Her hand found my groin
again, and played there ever intently. “This package, sir, can’t all be you,” she
giggled. “Oh, I know how men sometimes stuff socks and whatnot in
their briefs to make themselves look bigger to the ladies
but—really!—in a brothel, sir, the truth is always out once the
breeches are down.”
    I stared in utter
bewilderment. “ Socks, did you say? Really, miss—I can’t imagine what—”
    “Come on!” she exclaimed, opened the door,
and pulled me in.
    The door itself was a
marvel: nine panels, and hung within a stunning embrasured frame
that I knew at a glance to be pure Federal Period. The bed-chamber
impressed me even more, as I’d always been one to revel in the
designs of the past rather than those of tasteless modernity. “A
genuine William and Mary poster bed!” I gasped. The black-oak
bedstead was a work of carven art. A Chippendale half-table sat
beside the splendid bed, while opposite stood a grand armoire that
could only be a genuine Hepplewhite. My host’s delightful breasts
bobbed as she closed the door, then strode toward me. She grabbed
my hand and pulled, and said as if to a naughty toddler, “You’re
a bad boy, sir.
Ammi might have to punish you with a spanking for what you’ve
done.”
    She grabbed an exquisite steamed-wood chair
about and plopped right down in it, positioning me to stand before
her.
    “I say, you’d be advised to treat that chair
with care, miss,” I warned. “Unless I’m mistaken, it’s a genuine
Adam. The canework alone is without peer.”
    “Oh, shut up, you,” she sputtered
and at once fumbled with my belt. “We’ll get to the bottom
of this . If it’s
all you in here, I’ll be a monkey’s aunt…”
    I remained mystified by her coy complaint. A
sudden modesty overwhelmed me when she unfastened my trousers, then
hastily slid them down along with my briefs.
    Ammi stared with a dropped
jaw, stared right at my bared groin. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
    “What?” I asked, but my
feet shifted a bit, from the cringing embarrassment of being so
closely and privately examined. All I could think to utter was, “I,
uh, I suppose it’s not as large as you’re use to,” and I chuckled
nervously “But there’s little I can do about that. ”
    She gaped up with
jade-green irises burning beneath the blacker-than-onyx eyebrows.
“Not as large? This is the biggest prick I’ve ever seen… ”
    Her remark befogged me, for in her tone I
detected not a trace of prevarication. “You, uh, you mean to say
that my… member is more sizable than the average you’re accustomed
to?”
    She snapped in a course
delight. “It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had hanging in my face, and I can tell
you, there’ve been quite a few!” and with that she began to stroke
the drooping shaft of flesh with a lithe finger.
    I chuckled. “You flatter me, Ammi, but I’m
sure you’re being over-lenient in your assessment of my
privates.”
    She giggled another
“Shut up! ” and
without reservation sucked the entirety of my flaccid penis into
her mouth. The adroitness of her oral skill sent shivers through my
being. (This, for me, was a pleasure long forgotten; my ex-wife had
a knack for it, I will say, but her preference for penetration
always won out.