Chapter 7

Pepi and Paula were on stage at the Last Hotel, die hottest show in Paris. I had been there before, in the days when only watered down lesbianism was shown on the stage. Now their act was full-blown and simply gorgeous to behold: black and white women making love in the full frontal nude. We knew both the girls, and I made an arrangement with them to take care of Kit after the show: there was a lot of enthusiasm all around and I was glad.

In the meanwhile I had set up my own sex a trois with the two lawyers, John Thome and Thomas Knox. They had really been getting on my back-verbally that is-for the last few days, and we decided that the best thing to do was to slip away from the Crazy Horse when things were really getting hot and return to Vic's and my hotel room.

Just as Pepi started to lick off Paula, John gave me the signal and we got up and walked out. I don't know if anyone noticed, but if they had I wouldn't have cared anyway.

We caught a cab back to the hotel and raced up to the room. I could sense a certain nervous excite- ment in these two young men. Ordinarily they would have been chattering away, making wisecracks and so on, but now they were silent. I was slightly amused by this and I hoped they wouldn't disappoint me. Or me them. These things happen, you know, even to the best of us.

While Thomas poured the wine John and I got undressed. I quickly understood that what Thomas wanted was to see me make love with John and then he'd join in. That was fine with me: in times like this I like a little revving up before I really got going.

John walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. When he kissed me-a long, deep searching kiss with his tongue-I could smell the wine, and the cigar he had just smoked. A manly smell. I liked it... and I liked him. I returned his kiss with such passion that I instantly communicated to him my desires.

We stood there a while longer, kissing each other and running our fingers lightly over each other's' body. Although he was about my age, he had the body of a much younger man; his flesh was taut and there was a certain lankiness about him. A looseness. I wondered how good he was with those slim hips of his-now I expected a lot.

Thomas, I noticed, had also removed his clothes and was leaning in the shadow of the wall I glanced down at his prick: it was big and meaty and was just begmning to erect. He was licking his lips, but I don't even think he knew what he was doing. His eyes were fastened on my ass and he seemed to be mulling over its size.

"Come," said John gently, leading me over to the bed. "What are you thinking about?"

"How you're going to put your prick in me; that's what I'm thinking about," I returned, not shy at all.

He laughed a low, deep laugh and threw me back on the sheets. For a man who had such slim arms he was very strong. I hit the pillow with a "whack" and almost simultaneously I felt him fall on top of me.

Again he searched my mouth with his tongue, grinding into me with his hips. I could feel his strong stem against my lower stomach and the pressure of it started my fluids going. I began to grind back, moving my hips hard against him. It was hot in the room and we were sweating: our bodies, rubbing against each other, sent up a tremendous friction.

I opened my legs and he began to push my pubic bone with the top of his stem. He hit it again and again and I began to moan softly.

"Isn't that good?" he said, his voice indicating to me that he was not asking a question, only giving me a command. "Tell me, Vivi, tell me how good I am. Tell me how much you like me, how much you're enjoying me."

I could hardly speak as I felt myself going weak. His cock was now pressing against my lips, teasing them, playing with them, exciting them. "You're great," I finally whispered to him but my words were lost in our humping, the sound of two bodies smacking against each other. I wanted to see iixe expression on Thomas's face but I was too intent on what John was doing to me.

Suddenly he reached down and his finger entered my hole. The swiftness of his assault startled me. His finger went deep, very deep inside of me, going as far as it possibly could. One finger was followed by another, then another: his three fingers filled me up and moved inside of me wickedly. "Fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me." I looked up into his eyes and they seemed gentle and smiling. And patient. He didn't want me now, not in this way, and I waited to find out the way he would finally do it to me.

John's probes with his fingers had Drought me to a point of excitation from which there was no turning back. I moaned again, louder this time, my fingers digging into his flesh. When he began to press on my clit, molding it, massaging it* forcing it up with his fingers I bellowed loudly.

"Come, my little cunt, come, my little wet cunt," he said, charging into me with his fingers, opening me up so that I could take him. I reached down for him.

I was barely able to touch the rim of his prick. He brought himself up further on me, his balls against my stomach, his prick covering my navel. I took him in hand and just as I did he slammed into me again with his fingers, his pinky finger pressing on my anus and, after a time, entering it.

"Fuck me, please, John, fuck with me those fingers. Fuck me. Ohhhhh, you're so good," I moaned, mov irig my fingers all over his prick and then reaching for it with my free hand. I pulled the skin upwards with my palms, and with each successive pull it seemed to grow under my hands. It got bigger and bigger and very hard and it seemed to be enormous, at least from the angle at which I was laying. I felt the tip-it was wet. Fluids flowing from his red hot piston. I longed for him to slam it into me, ram it and push it all the way up so that I could almost feel it in my mouth.

I worked his prick harder, knowing that eventually he would have to put it in me. And he did. "Do it, baby, do," he said, jumping off the bed and pulling me to the edge. Then he twisted my body around so that I lay half-on, half-off the mattress. I locked my legs around his waist and he rammed into me.

His prick was made of iron and with each jolt I felt as though a thunderbolt had been unleashed inside of me. "Do it, baby, do it," he cried and I began to hump him back, pulling myself in with my legs-"Oh, Jesus, this is good. You're so good. Oh," I called out to him, holding onto the sheet, afraid that

I would be jolted out of my rhythm. His hips moved brutally and all at once I felt his hand on my anus.

"Ahhhhh," I screamed out to him when his finger entered my hole. My shouts and screams only served to spur him on and his fingers inside my hole gouged me, twisted me, wrenched and pulled me. I thought

I was going to split in two, the pain searing through me.

Just at that moment when I thought I could stand it no longer I felt hot breath on my face. I opened my eyes and saw that Thomas was bending over me. He was on his knees, his ass pointing straight up at John. His red cock dangled before my eyes, before my lips, and I strained my head and caught it with my mouth.

"Lick it, Vivi, fuck it," he screamed to me.

I sucked on it deeply, pulling out the skin with my lips and mouth, running my tongue all over the tip. He was big, but not as big as John, and his cock tasted good.

John slowed up his rhythm so that I could do a good job on his friend. His finger was still in my hole. I stiffened my muscles around it and his cock, making the entrance a bit more difficult but much more exciting because of the friction. He fingered my nipples and moaned, "You're great, you're the greatest. The greatest fuck."

I kept on working Thomas's tool, kissing and sucking the tip. In one swift motion I withdrew it from my mouth and forced in his balls. "Take it, Vivi, take it all," Thomas whispered to me, bringing the lower part of his stomach down on my face. I ate his balls ravenously, wetting the hairs with my saliva, "popping" them in and out.

Thomas's balls were, it seemed, his Achilles heel He moaned and yelled and twisted around, crying out for me to take him, eat him, suck and lick him the way I could only do it. He words seemed to have an effect on John who began to work at me with a faster pace. Suddenly he began to hit my pubic bone and clit, filling the depths of my sex with his big cock.

I felt myself rise up; I was nearly ready. All of a sudden Thomas wrenched himself free from me and shouted, the sound of his voice filling the room. Immediately I discovered what had happened: John had begun to fingerfuck his asshole. It came on Thomas as a total surprise and his body had heaved heavily at their entrance.

"Ohhhhh," Thomas shouted. "Ohhhhh."

His body was shaking. Quickly I reached up for his cock, soothing the stem and balls with my tongue. I could feel it pulsating and I forced it down into my mouth, just as John slammed into me with a mammoth force. Again and again he pushed and banged, our bodies making great sucking noises. I was in a frenzy and I tried to scream out "now" but it came out all garbled.

"Go, baby, go," directed John. "Go and do it. Do it, do it now, fuck me, fuck me."

I went faster, keeping up a rhythm of sucks and fucks.

"Ohhhhh," yelled Thomas. "Come on, beautiful, drive me crazy with that mouth of yours, ohhhh."

I felt myself surging and roaring, numb to the tips of my toes. "Now, now," I tried to scream, "now, I'mcoming."

John rammed into me again and I suddenly felt a shock run through him. "Come on, Thomas, come on, Vivi," he yelled, humping me furiously. "Ohhhh, gooood, that's it, that's it, baby," he yelled, shooting his load into me.

I was at the top of the peak, every nerve screaming, fighting, totally on fire. Just as I tried to say "harder" I went over the top, moaning and heaving, sucking on Thomas's prick with every ounce of strength I had, and drawing in John's seemingly endless come.

"Ahhhhh," yelled Thomas. His body lurched and he began to fuck my mouth. "Ahhhhh." His prick was flaming, on fire. With a burst of hot rage he came in my mouth, spurting his load in great bursts. I took it, swallowed it, licking his come soaked cock.

"Obhhhhhhhhhhhhh," yelled Thomas.

"Ohhhhrmhhhhhhh," yelled John.

"Yes," I cried, "oh yes."

For a few more seconds our bodies were a trembling mass of flesh and nerves and then all was silent.