Chapter 6

Cindy felt restless after she awoke from her nap. She left her room and decided to go for a walk. The fresh air felt good. She could hear traces of laughter from the cocktail lounge and she headed there.

It was dark as she entered, and then her eyes got accustomed to the dark and she found a bar stool and sat down between two men. The bartender drifted before her.

"Help you, lady?" he asked.

"Martini, very dry," she said.

The bartender left to prepare the drink. Cindy looked into the dimly lit bar mirror. She looked better because of the sleep. She never seemed to be able to get enough sleep since she had married.

The bartender brought the drink and placed it before her. "One twenty-five," he said.

"Here," said the man beside her. "She's too pretty to pay for her own drinks." He handed the bartender a bill.

"No, I'll pay for my own," said Cindy.

The bartender ignored her and took the man's bill. He went to the register and rang up the drink and then waddled back with the change.

"You shouldn't have done that," Cindy protested. "I'm waiting for my husband."

"That's okay," he said.

She finished her drink and the bartender brought another one. This time he introduced her to the man beside of her. "Cindy, this is Andre," he said.

She nodded to him.

He bought still another martini for her. She was really starting to feel good. Then she had another. She started to feel warm and Andre suggested that they go out in the cool air.

Another man left with them. She felt dizzy when they got outside and Andre held her arm.

"I'm woozy," she said. "I'd better go back to my room."

Bill smiled at her. "You can go to ours, it's closer."

"No," she protested, but he steered her firmly and in no time Andre was opening the door. She entered, and the other man got out a bottle and mixed another drink.

He handed it to her. "Hair of the dog that bit you. I'm Bill." he said. She downed it.

Andre guided her to a couch and she lay down. She closed her eyes and relaxed. In a few moments, she felt her skirt being raised. She opened her eyes just as she saw Andre pull down her panties.

"Don't," she yelled, as Andre's finger found her cunt and slid between its lips. She was wet down there and she squirmed and Andre fingered her faster.

Bill kissed her and she felt him unbuttoning her blouse, then unhooking her bra as his mouth found hers and his tongue probed her throat. She stiffened and she realized that there was a mouth on her pussy and that Andre was eating her. He was quite good at it and she felt his tongue torment her clitoris.

Bill had her bra completely off and was working on her nipples with his fingers, teasing them She felt hotter, and realized that Andre had her on the verge of an orgasm with his tongue. She shivered, and Bill broke the kiss.

"Are you hot?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

He got up as Andre still ate her, and stripped. His clothes spilled in a pile on the floor. His cock was rigid.

Bill reached over and pulled Andre by the hair. "Enough of that, lover, the lady needs real loving," he grinned. Andre got up and started to strip, and Bill pulled her skirt off. When she saw Andre nude, his meat was up too. He had a nice looking white cock. Andre lay down on his back on the bed and Bill guided Cindy over his cock.

"Put it in for him," Bill urged.

"Look, my husband-" she started to say.

Bill laughed. "What's another grain of rice out of a sackful?"

Cindy nodded. She was passionate, so why not? She guided his cock into her wet hole. It felt good and she moved her ass, rotating her slit about the prick. It felt great.

They began to screw. The peter moved in and out of her. She heard Bill's footsteps, but she was too busy to notice what he was doing.

Then she felt his fingers at her asshole and the cool dampness of lubricant. She felt him rub the gooey stuff all around it and then in it He's going to fuck me in the ass! She wanted to get off Andre's cock, but it felt too good.

She felt Bill's cock at her puckered rear entry and she shivered as it slid in.

Both men fucked her and Cindy screamed, "Oh, God, oh, God."

Andre's cock moved in and out of her cunt with a long, lingering, sucking noise. She felt a prickling sensation in her bowels where Bill's cock reamed her. She felt his swollen, wet flesh deep up her.

"Does it hurt you?" she heard Bill ask.

She shook her head, trembling from the effort of both penises in their respective holes. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she moved. She felt a combination of pain and pleasure. Her breasts felt tight and hard and her nipples tingled. Oh, if someone were sucking her titties now too, what a thrill that would be, she thought.

Both men were pumping faster now and she heard Bill gasp, "You want both our loads, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes," she replied.

She wiggled and her cunt lips had almost the same suction on Andre's prick as her mouth would. The screwing became more urgent. She knew that both men wanted to come in her, that part of the masculine dominance syndrome was creaming in a woman, expelling their jism in her-their life-making sperm.

Bill gripped her ass. "She has a beautiful ass," he said aloud for Andre's benefit.

Cindy's senses were sharp and urgent. She felt his prick move in her fatty cunt, hitting her clitoris and sending electric thrills through her. She clamped his prick with her pussy and Andre sighed, "Man, she sure knows how to use that hole!"

She moved like one possessed. She wanted their come in her and she wanted to drain both pricks dry. The thought of them shooting in her rear and in her pussy excited her. She wiggled her cunt frantically up and down on the cock.

Then she felt Andre's prick pulsing and his body stiffen and she heard him cry, "Agggggggghhh," and then she felt the jets of his love cream shoot in her slit.

"Keep fucking me," she cried.

He kept moving, but she felt his penis begin to soften as Bill still rammed his iron-stiff rod up her rear. She watched as Andre's soft dick slipped out of her pussy, and then Bill bent farther over and drove his cock deep in the sheath of her asshole. She felt dizzy from the new position and the liquor, plus the ramrod up her asshole.

Bill's hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom and she heard him say, "You love it, don't you?" She didn't answer.

He repeated himself. "Tell me how much you love it." "I love it," she said.

"Not that way," he frowned. "Tell me what you love."

"I love you fucking me in the ass," she sighed.

She smelled of cunt juice and jism. Her cunt was slick with Andre's spend. She felt Bill's cock throbbing in her behind and then he gasped as he let go in her.

"Come on, let's go," Cindy said, sometime later.

"Let's have dinner at the Hut. I hear that they have a pretty wild act there," Bill said.

"How wild is wild?" Cindy asked. "I went to a club where a guy and a girl were bare and the? balled to the tune of the Bolero."

Bill grinned. "They have a group of female impersonators there. It's something you gotta see. You'd swear that they were broads and they didn't have balls," he laughed.