Chapter 13
The building that houses The Coffee House is painted in garish colors-reds, yellows, and blues- and strange designs. You can spot it a mile away and it certainly is an eyesore for many of the residents of Amsterdam. For others The Coffee House is paradise: a haven in which smoking marijuana is completely legal. Sanctioned by the government.
It has had its own ups and downs. Opened a number of years ago, it has been deliberately shut down for many complicated reasons. On many of Vivi's trips abroad she has stopped by-not to smoke-to see if it is in fact in business. Simple curiosity. Ordinarily I never go near the place; I have no great love for smoking, although 111 do it when I'm in a social situation or when Vivi and I want to add another dimension to our sex life. But I do have to check on it for business reasons. It's on our tour schedule and if it isn't open we have to make alternative arrangements.
It was in business when we arrived. However, taking account of some of the "older" members of our group, I proposed a topless club in its place.
Most of the people chose the latter, although some of the people who had gone to the sex commune decided in The Coffee House's favor. Among them were the two young secretaries: Francie Rivers and Christie Wells. I had noticed that they were becoming a little fed up with the two lawyers-John Thorne and Thomas Knox-and they told me that they didn't think the two young men were particularly "with it." I never like people who divide the world into people who are "with it" and people who are "without it." It seems, at least to my way of thinking, that this is a very unfair distinction: people are people- that's all.
And yet, even though I wasn't too pleased with that aspect of their thinking I was pretty enthusiastic about them generally, aside from their radical chic, that is. Another bone in my throat. I had been thinking about both of them on and off during the trip, always saying to myself I'd like to have either one or the other. I preferred Christie, but mainly for her body: her full tits and ass and those well-oiled hips. In a good pinch Francie would do, although I prefer girls with bigger tits than she had.
In any case when we came to Amsterdam it suddenly crossed my mind that I could have my cake and eat it, if you know what I mean. Their "fed-upness" with the lawyers had resulted in them hanging around me even more than ever. The day that Vivi took the group to the porn shop I had stayed back at the hotel to sleep. The girls had obviously slipped away from the group; I knew it when I saw them standing over my bed, giggling. My nudity has never impressed me or anyone else for that matter; my big prick always does. They were staring and pointing at it, and I would have serviced them on the spot if I wasn't so damn tired.
The Coffee House was my opportunity-and theirs. The group split up at about nine in the evening and I made my way with the two girls and a few others from the group to the "smoke house." All the way there Francie and Christie regaled me with their knowledge of pot: the price of an ounce in New York, the various qualities and so on. I hardly listened: I was far too turned on by the sight of Christie's nipples outlined by her tight polo shirt. And Francie looked particularly nice this evening. I noticed that she had put on some weight since the beginning of the trip and most of it went to her ass. I could see her breasts through her gauzy shirt and they looked very pert and suckable.
We split up when we went inside, Francie and Christie staying with me. I got hold of a dealer, bought six joints from him, and took the girls over to a darkened section of the large room. The smell of grass hung heavily in the air, and by the time we finished the first joint I knew I was stoned, but not stoned enough not to know what I was doing. The girls then smoked a joint a piece while I sat and watched them, figuring out my method of approach.
I shouldn't have bothered wasting my time-the game was in their hands. Christie leaned over to tell me about the Stones song on the loudspeaker. I couldn't hear her so I leaned towards her and she fell heavily against me, putting her arm around my waist As she was talking she ran her hands up and down my back, each time probing lower and lower into my pants. When she lifted my shirt and put her hand next to my skin I began to feel my prick going hard. Just at that moment Francie leaned over and said something in my other ear, placing her hand on my thigh and then moving it up to my crotch. My head began to "grow a head," as they say, and the touch of their hands against my skin was intensified sevenfold.
I put my arms out to encircle them both and with that they began to unbutton my shirt and zip down my fly. Then Francie said something to Christie which I didn't hear and before I knew it both of them were sitting by my feet, tugging at my pant's legs and laughing. With each tug they ran their hands over my legs, Christie sometimes brushing my balls with the palm of her hands. They threw my pants into a corner and began on my shorts. I helped them a bit butthey were in the lead. As they were doing that, Francie reached down and took my balls in her hands and began to lick them with her tongue. Christie, not to be outdone, kissed the stem and then ran her tongue all around its base. They were laughing and definitely ravenous for me and I heard them exclaim that they couldn't get over the size of my prick. They fondled it, kissed it, and licked it as though it was some treasured object, marvelling over my erection which threatened to explode any minute.
In a twinkling of an eye they had my shirt off and me on my back. While Christie worked at my prick, Francie got on top of me and straddled my chest. Then she bent over and kissed me, moving her hips and exciting herself by the friction of her crotch against my ribs. I put one arm around her and with the other I unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped the fly of her dungarees. I opened her blouse fully, and brought it over her shoulders and arms. Through the dimness I could make out the true shape of her breasts: small, very pointed, with areolas that covered half of their surface. Her tits were high and the nipples pointed straight at me. When I put my hand in her pants and reached down for her cunt, she groaned and began to shake her shoulders and wave her tits only a foot away from my mouth. I brought my head up and opened my mouth to try to catch one of them between my teeth, but I wasn't able to succeed.
The next thing I knew was that Francie was laying down flat on top of me, moving her hips wildly and grinding her hip bones against my own. Every once in a while I felt her move back, material being brought across my legs, and, eventually, a belt buckle scratch my right leg. "Do it, Christie, do it," she murmured, and just as she said it I realized what had happened. Christie had undressed her and was now fingering her hole. Francie squirmed and moaned, clawing at me and kissing my neck and ears. I reached down for her. My hand touched Christie's. For a second our fingers locked and I felt a spark of electricity pass between us. Then we both plunged our fingers into Francie, churning her, lathering her up, making her twist and turn her body against mine and arousing me to a further point of expectation.
Just when we knew that Francie was ready, I moved my hips up, threw her back against my bent knees, and lifted her onto my raging cock. She screamed when it entered her, clawing at my arms and chest. It was then that I noticed Christie. She had quickly removed all her clothes, her big breasts and ass gleaming in the half-light. Now she took Francie's place on my chest, half-straddling me and sitting up on her knees. Immediately I put my hands on her ripe ass, ran my fingers over her soft, fleshy cheeks, opening her up to receive my fingers. Her arms were around Francie and they were kissing each other and feeling each other's breasts. At one point Francie bent her head down and took one of Christie's nipples between her teeth. Christie screamed and tore at her and Francie continued to bite harder each time. Christie's screams of joy pierced my ears, spurring me on. I spread my fingers and took aim: the first went into her wet cunt with the greatest of ease, the second went, with a bit of difficulty, up her ass. Christie began to hump my fingers, yelling, "Fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck me. Harder. Do it harder. Hurt me, hurt me." At that moment Francie began to hump me, my prick going into her like a spear. She screamed and went faster, throwing her arms around Christie and working out a rhythm between them.
Up and down, up and down they went, my cock and fingers charging up to meet them. With each second I felt myself coming nearer to shooting my load and they answered my call with the pulsations of their streaming pussies and their cries of "Fuck me, hurt me." My head was whirling and my prick grew to the size of a pole. I redoubled my efforts and they did theirs and all of a sudden I heard Francie scream, Tm coming, Fm coming," following by Christie's cry of "Yes, yes." Almost simultaneously I felt the first thrust of an orgasm, then another, then another. Up I shot, spraying Francie with come.
I was uncontrollable and so were they. The moment our orgasms subsided I wrenched myself free and flung Christie over on her back. Her face was ecstatic with desire and she pulled my hair and whispered to me, "Fuck me like no man has ever fucked me. Fuck me till I hurt, till I scream. Put that big prick into me and fuck, fuck, fuck me."
I spread her legs and bent over her while sitting up on my knees. Then I lashed into her, sucking at her big, juicy tits, biting her nipples, licking the cleavage. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, but I continued to tease her, excite her, arouse her. Francie got in back of me and took my stem in her mouth and while she sucked on it with a passion she rubbed her hands over Christie's lower lips, driving her into a fury. fHurt me, fuck me, please fuck me," Christie cried. Francie's fingers rammed into her and Christie's body shuddered. My cock raged in Francie's mouth, longing to explode all over again. "Do it, Francie, suck me hard. That's it. Suck that prick. Suck my big prick," I called to her and she sucked on me harder, drawing up the skin and letting it go again and again.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Christie. "Oh Jesus." I moved back, wrenching myself free from Francie's lips. Then I drew up Christie and plunged my mouth into her juicy, come soaked cunt. I bit her lower lips and she pulled wildly at my hair. She was ready.
I put my arm around Francie and pushed her down on Christie. Christie's tongue licked the air and she spread Francie's legs and brought her pussy down on her face, eating it as voraciously, but much more deeply, than I had hers. Francie moaned and covered Christie's face with her cunt, grinding her hips against Christie's mouth and kneading her breasts.
I took aim and plunged my fiery cock into Christie, tightening her thighs against and around my waist. Again I rammed into her, again and again, while Francie grinded on her face, covering her skin with her juices. I aim and shot into Christie; it was a powerful thrust and she moaned and threw her arms about, scratching at Francie and myself. Francie's face was a few feet away from mine. Without losing a thrust I bent forward and kissed her, my tongue running all over her lips.
Faster and harder we went, high on ourselves, getting higher with each passing second. We moaned and twisted and thrust and grinded and bit and clawed at each other, a fren2y of cocks and cunts. Suddenly I heard Christie scream, then again; her hips charged out to meet me and we rammed into each other with a fury. "Suck me, lick me, Christie," cried Francie and from the expression on Francie's face I saw that Christie had hit home.
A head was grown upon my other head, then another, then another. My prick ravaged Christie, slamming into her and searching out her innermost depths. Her responses became fiercer and all at once I felt her body jerk convulsively. "Fuck me, Tm coming," she moaned. "Harder, do it harder." I slammed into her and shot my load, cries escaping from my throat. "Ohhhhhh," yelled Francie. "Do it. Tm there, I can feel it. Do it."
On and on we went, humping and groaning and eating each other, going up, up, over, coming again and again and again. "Ohhhhhh," yelled the girls and I groaned and laughed in response. "Ohhhh you fuck, you great fuck. Ohhhh," cried Christie. Again I shot my load into her, again they came, again and again and....