Chapter 4
I rushed out of the rehearsal, needing to get over to the scene shop. They had promised that all of the scenery would be completed today. I hoped it was because the painters had to begin tomorrow if they were to finish the set on time.
I arrived as the guys were cleaning up the shop, the scenery indeed completed. That was one less worry to contend with and the construction crew chief, Joe Landers, had already notified the scenic designer that all was ready for the painters. My tight schedule was getting back on track and should stay there, barring any farther disruptions from Carla.
With their work complete, Joe announced a spaghetti party at his place and invited me to join them. With no plans for the evening, I gladly accepted, welcomed the chance to relax and forget about the problems in mounting a production for Broadway.
Joe lived within walking distance of the shop and the leisurely stroll reminded me why I loved New York so. September is one of the nicest months in the city, warm without the oppressive heat of August. The air is tinged with the fragrance of fall and a sweater is all you need to keep you cozy and comfortable.
But it is the streets themselves that kindle my enjoyment, streets alive with people and traffic, with the sounds and smells of diversified lives, with the rush and hustle that gives the city its pounding heartbeat. New York never sleeps, offers endless variety if you're willing to look for it. It makes your pulse quicken. I've lived here for four years and the fascination has yet to wear off. I hope it never does.
Joe opened his apartment door to the heady smells of simmering spaghetti sauce. His roommate, Brian, tended a huge pot of rich, red sauce that had been bubbling all day long. The smell was enticing, promised a spicy feast for the palate.
Garlic flared my nostrils as the first batch of golden a bread emerged from the oven.
"There's beer and wine in the refrigerator," Joe announced to the crowd," just help yourself. We'll eat in a few minutes. Sandy, I don't think you've met my roommate, Brian Nykonos."
"Hi, Brian. It smells divine!"
"I'd shake hands, but I'm a little busy," Brian said, brushing garlic butter up an down the length of a halved loaf of French bread. "Joe, stir the spaghetti before it sticks."
The kitchen was rather crowded with Joe and Brian at the stove and everyone else grabbing beer out of the fridge, so I retreated to the living room. The apartment was fairly large, for New York, and people mingled and sprawled all over the place. It would take a lot of spaghetti to feed this crew!
"Attention everyone. There's only room for eight at the table," Joe instructed," so everyone else has to lap it. There's TV trays in that corner, and a bunch of boards over there to help you steady your plate. Everything's informal here, so just line up in the kitchen."
There was a mad rush and a long line was quick to form. Joe came over to me, and said," The ladies get the table if they want, along with Brian and me. Go on and claim your place. If you can wait, I'll bring your plate in later."
"Thanks. I'm in no hurry." I knew Joe to be a real gentleman, even if his appearance said otherwise. He had a scraggly beard and his hair was pulled back in a pony tail which made him look a bit scruffy. You'd never guess his intelligence by the first impression. He looked more like a skinny biker than an intellectual, his rough exterior masking his polite and sensitive nature.
I didn't know anything about Brian, and assumed his name was Greek. I watched him serve through the open door between the dining room and the kitchen, and decided he was definitely Greek. He had jet black hair and a thick mustache which lounged above full lips. His face was very round and full, as was his butt. His tight jeans hugged his mounds and the back seam spread his cheeks apart. The hair on his arms indicated that he was probably hirsute all over. Joe, on the other hand, was most likely a hairless wonder if his straggly beard was any indication.
And so I passed my time at the table, mentally strip-ping away the clothes of whomever happened to pass by. An enjoyable diversion.
Two other girls joined me, then three guys. They talked a lot of shop talk so I distanced myself from them, preferring to push all thoughts of the show aside, at least for tonight. Joe and Brian finally joined the table, my plate in hand.
"There's cheese and red pepper, salt and garlic. Dive in," Joe said.
Steam rose up from the plate in heavenly waves of Italian aroma. I sprinkled Parmesan cheese and did as instructed, dove in to a mound of pasta and succulent sauce. I twirled my fork and drooled as it neared my mouth.
"Oh, Brian," I sighed," where did you learn to cook like this?"
"Mama had four boys."
"Bless your mama! This is scrumptious."
'There's more," he said, his eyes smiling at me. He took a hunk of garlic bread, placed it between snow white teeth, and ripped. His eyes never left me, drew me into their black centers. His lips closed around the captured morsel, his tongue parting them in a moisture-laden lick before setting them into a seductive chewing motion, his eyes savoring the flavor.
Heat claimed my body. Possibly from the spicy sauce, more likely from the erotic message issuing from Brian's lips. I turned my attention back to my pasta, ate without looking at Brian. I was about to speak to Joe when I noticed he was doing the same thing!
A fork full of wrapped, dripping spaghetti lounged just in front of his mouth. His lips parted, opened his jaw wide to display his tongue provocatively skimming his lower teeth. The fork inched closer, Joe's eyes locked on mine. It entered and his lips caressed the metal, slid along the tines as it was slowly extracted. His eyes narrowed to thin slits of enticing pleasure.
My heat rose. My head returned to my place. Excitement made it hard to eat. The others at the table continued their conversations, ignored us, left the three of us alone to pursue our own entertainment.
"Are you an actress?" Brian asked.
"No," I chuckled. "I'm the stage manager."
"You have the looks and the body. You should be an actress." He ate, and talked, and looked at me with a face that screamed," I want you."
"I can't sing," I said, staring into his dark eyes.
"Then don't do musicals," he stated politely, his eyes returning my stare.
"I'm afraid my acting isn't so hot either. Besides, I like my job." I had to force my eyes away. A moment longer and I'd have melted to the floor.
"And she's a good one," Joe added. "I heard about your little escapade with Carla today."
"Oh, Lord! Does the whole world know?" I wanted to sink into my chair, to evaporate into nothingness. Here I was making eyes at these guys, accepting their looks for lust, and they probably thought I was a dyke. I wanted to die on the spot.
"Not the whole world," Joe said. "Just those of us who count. We all do things we don't necessarily want to. Take me, for instance. I had to suck Martin's stubby little dick to get my job."
"You've never sucked my dick," Brian chimed in.
"You've never had a job to offer me."
"Wait a minute. Are you two ... "
"No fucking way," they both said emphatically.
Joe looked almost hurt as he said," You do what you gotta do to get ahead. You give a guy a blow job and forget about it. It's not like it's going to kill you or anything. Suck, suck, gurgle, spit or swallow and it's done. You've got your job and get on with your life."
"You make it sound so natural, like it happens all the time," I said, a little shocked.
"It does. That's like in the theater, baby."
"Glad I'm an architect," Brian said. "You want some more?"
"No, thanks. I'm full. This conversation is all very interesting, but if we don't get started on these dishes, we'll be here until midnight."
"You sit tight. Joe and I can handle it."
"I want to help. I want to pay for my meal."
"There's plenty of time to pay later." Brian winked and rose up from the table.
I grabbed my plate and followed his bouncing butt into the kitchen. "I insist."
"Have it your way."
"I intend to." I returned his earlier wink.
"No orgies in the kitchen," Joe said behind me. "Plates and silverware in the dishwasher, pots and pans in the sink."
I rinsed plates as Joe and Brian emptied pots and pans of their contents, placed the leftovers into storage containers in the fridge.
There was a steady stream of people depositing dirty dishes and bidding their farewells. This group appeared to be a real eat and run bunch. Very shortly, the apartment was drained of extra bodies and only we three remained in the rubble of supper.
"Enough is enough," Brian proclaimed," the dishwasher's full, the food is put away, and that pot has to soak. Grab a glass, I'll get the wine. Meet you on the sofa.
Joe and I headed for the living room. Brian emerged from the kitchen a moment later with the question," Everyone gone?"
"Gone, but not forgotten," Joe said, pointing to a stack of dirty dishes on the other side of the room.
"Later," Brian said, flopping down on the sofa, placing me between the two roommates. He opened the wine and poured. "A toast. To friendship and love."
Our glasses clinked in the eerie silence. It had been so noisy that the quiet seemed somehow wrong.
"God, it's hot in here!" Brian stood, reached for the neck of his sweat shirt, then peeled it over his head. I had been right about his hairiness. His chest was covered in a thick, black blanket, his rounded stomach lovingly caressed by short hairs that crashed in a heavy line down its center. "That's better. Aw, what the hell!" He slipped out of his deck shoes, he wasn't wearing socks, and unbuckled his belt.
I took a quick gulp of wine as I watched him unsnap his pants and lower his zipper. Blackness greeted my eyes and I didn't think he was wearing underwear. Finally, a blue waistband appeared on his low-riding, bikini briefs. His jeans slid from his legs as he raised each in turn to pull them off by the cuffs. He folded them on top of his sweat shirt and stood with his crotch at eye level His briefs were fully packed.
"That's a little forward, don't you think roomie?" Joe admonished.
"Sandy doesn't mind, do you, Sandy?"
"Uh, uh, no. Not at all," I forced through dry lips. I raised my glass for another long gulp, as Brian sat next to me, his cock repositioning itself for comfort.
"Besides, Joe, I left my shorts on. That's more than we usually wear around here. You see, we can't control the heat in this building, and it gets pretty fucking hot at times. With just the two of us here, we're used to running around bare-assed and swinging."
"Gee, I'd hate to think I was making you uncomfortable." More wine. I emptied the glass and held it out for more. My pussy was on fire and needed a thorough dousing. It was hot in the apartment, there was no denying that, but I had thought it was me, my own libido running rampant.
"Guess we got the go ahead," Joe said, standing, unbuttoning his shirt. The fabric parted to expose a smooth, hairless chest, just as I had surmised. Joe didn't stop with his top either. He removed his work boots and socks, then opened his fly. Soft, brown hair popped out between the teeth of his zipper, surrounded a smooths lab of whit skin. Joe obviously did not wear underwear.
Brian poured me more wine as I eyed Joe's pants slipping down his slender legs. Joe's cock dangled, a pale strip of uncut meat, his foreskin seductively closed around a hidden head.
Brian raised up next tome, lifted himself from the sofa to remove his briefs. A deeply browned dick emerged, cut, its huge head staring at me from the darkness. His balls hugged his body as the briefs slid over his feet and Joe returned to the sofa.
My heart pounded, my head swam in voyeuristic delight. I looked from cut to uncut cock, from the black forest of one to the sandy beach of the other. They were like night and day. Brian had the dark, exotic look of a foreigner, while Joe had the light, American look of a homespun country boy.
"Aren't you hot?" Brian asked, his hand slipping beneath my sweater to rest on my stomach.
"A little." My voice was weak, shaky.
"Shouldn't you do something about that?" Joe asked, his hand joining Brian's.
"Maybe." My voice trembled with excitement.
Their hands sidled up my sides, bunched my sweater beneath my arms, atop my breasts. I leaned forward to place my glass upon the coffee table and a swift hand unclasped my bra. They raised the sweater above my head and off my arms. I didn't have time to enjoy the fascination in their eyes from viewing veiled breasts before my bra was in my lap. They each claimed a breast, their hands squeezing my nipples into their descending mouths. Their hot lips almost made me swoon. I melted into the back of the sofa, my crotch twisting and turning beneath me.
Brian was first to release me. "Nice tit. Soft and supple."
"With a nipple that grows powerfully firm," Joe said, raising his face and lowering his hand. Both hands fumbled with the snap on my jeans and the buttons in my crotch. I lifted my ass from the sofa and both jeans and panties quickly raced to my ankles.
Brian and Joe stared at each other. "Sorry, guys," I said," only one to a customer." I didn't care which of them claimed my pussy, only that one of them would. They seemed unaware of how to solve the dilemma. I took matters into my own hands.
I got up from the sofa and stripped myself the rest of the way. Both of them massaged their dicks into glorious erection, Brian's muscular and throbbing, Joe's sensuous with its head half free.
"All right, guys, we're going to have fun. Brian, on your back. Joe, come over here in front of me." Taking command was a real rush, a turn-on that opened the faucet in my cunt.
With Brian stretched out on the sofa, I positioned myself on top of him, placed my pussy over his mouth, my nipples brushing his furry stomach.
"Well, well" Joe said," You know what you're doing."
"You can count on it," I laughed. "I want you both at once." This morning's encounter with the giant dildo had made me horny and now I was about to satisfy that lust. I'd seldom had two cocks at the same time, but I approached the possibility without fear, without even the slightest hesitation. I was about to reap a third benefit from Carla's Iesbo outburst.
Joe left us and a wave of disappointment flashed through me. But I couldn't dwell on it because Brian was working his mouth, pressing his lips and face between my parting lips. His hand raised his giant tool into the air and positioned it for me. I captured it instantly, wrapping my mouth around his flaming head. He jabbed it in, driving it home in one, swift stab.
"Oh!" I cried. "That was quick!"
"But only the half of it," Brian moaned, pulling back before plowing upward again. "Don't raise up, baby. Suck on my dick. Take it all."
I lowered on to him, sliding easily along his thick shaft. I didn't think I'd ever reach bottom, down and down I came, my mouth stretching to accommodate his girth, my muscles sucking on his head, drawing him ever inward. I finally felt his hair tickle my face, his nuts pressed firmly against my chin. I began to doubt my abilities, the same fullness experienced this morning returning to my desirous brain.
Joe returned, his proud prick already glistening, wobbling back and forth above sagging nuts as he walked.
"Thought I'd left you?" he laughed easily.
He stood in front of the sofa, pointing his knob at me. My tits smashed into fur, flattened against a soft chest. Joe's hand spread KY on my cunt and on Brian's cock. I kept Brian within me as Joe worked in one finger. I accepted it easily, chewed on it in loving nibbles.
"Pull back, Brian. Let me take a look at that first."
Brian obliged, my pussy gliding along his meat until I held just his head within my tight hold. Joe's bare head touched my already eager, hungry mouth slowly, feeding me his cock in small doses. I circled my lips to take it inside, to draw it up into my cheeks.
"I don't think I'm going to like this very much," Brian said. "I'm just not into sharing my ladies with other dicks. Joe, get your nuts out of here."
"And just what the fuck am I supposed to do with 'em? Stick 'em up my ass?"
"Wherever they fit! Just get 'em off."
"I'm trying to."
"Enough!" I shouted. "Brian, stop whimpering and fuck me. You, too, Joe."
"Together or separate?"
"Whichever feels best." I was tired of talk and wanted to get on with it. My cunt pounded, anxiously awaited the arrival of that powerful dong fully up my channel. I didn't wait for a decision that might never come. I skewered pussy down on it at once. Luckily, they settled themselves in position, let me guide their fastened cocks deep in my hungry cunt and mouth.
I encountered the first pangs of ecstacy when my pussy met the base of that pulsing prick. I held myself still, let the thing settle as I relaxed my muscles, allowed my flesh to become accustomed to its new positioning. It only took a second before pleasure began again.
Joe back out, slid his long organ between my lips, stopped when his head bumped into the back of my mouth. The walls of my pussy closed around Brian's cock, wrapped it in moistened succulence. Joe began the return trip as Brian backed out. They meant to fuck me in opposition.
"Oh, God!" It was Brian's turn to cry out. "God, that's hot! Jesus Christ, Joe, you fucking came in my chick! This isn't right."
"Shut ... up. Don't be ... a ... whimp!" I could barely talk through the tremendous pounding, my words only corning on each quick exhale. "Just ... fuck!"
Even though Joe had released himself, he kept up the pace, remained hard within me. I had no idea how close Brian might be, didn't care as long as he got me off. I was getting closer, the heat having risen considerably since Joe's explosion of cum which now swirled within my mouth.
All of a sudden, I knew where Joe's hands were. They dove into my asscrack, spread my cheeks and began to fondle my buns. One hand pulled a fleshy mound while the other snaked up and down my parted crack, tickled my flesh with probing fingertips. If I hadn't been lost in too many other sensations, I'm sure I would have laughed from the playful manipulation.
But too many other things were happening, and every-thing seemed to be mounting at once. Brian's mammoth monster began to twitch and jerk. My pussy was weeping buckets. My tits ached. My head swam in darkness. My tongue raced around my mouth, seeking desperate escape from the overwhelming temperature of my body.
Then everything stopped. My back arched, pressed my box firmly down the glued together dicks so firmly held within its clamping grip. My body froze. My breath came in a rapid succession of tiny bursts. Paralysis left me just before the flood gates opened. My shoulders slumped. My chin slammed into my chest. My arms and legs wobbled.
Brian tried to maintain momentum, but Joe must have known what was happening. He didn't even attempt to remove his spent dick. He just let it lie there and enjoy.
My pussy quickly filled with my sumptuous orgasm, stroke after glorious stroke of streaming honey. But it had nowhere to go, was held by the cockhead fully up my cunt. It tried to break free with erupting speed, had to settle for lapping around the intruder, inching itself along the mighty shaft of simmering pleasure. The searing, burning liquids shot fire to my brain, quivering like a suppressed earthquake.
I thought I'd faint as Brian spewed his cum into my already too full cunt. His own fire mingled with mine, and I knew I could hold no more.
"Fuck!" Brian screamed. "What's happening? Oh, Lord! Can we take this?"
My pussy was writhing. I had no control over it as it rocked and quaked and jiggled my entire body in spasmodic convulsions. My arms and legs gave out beneath me. I flopped on Brian like a fish out of water.
"Christ, Sandy, what's wrong?" Brian asked, excitement alive in his voice. He quickly extracted his dick and rolled off the sofa.
Joe knelt at the end as I fell on my back, a relieving sigh clearing my head. I suddenly felt empty. I propped myself up on my elbows and stared into my crotch. My pussy oozed the juices of combined orgasms. My breath slowly returned to normal.
"Are you okay?" Brian asked tentatively.
"Divine!"
"That was a little bit of heaven," Joe said, his hand pulling his loose skin over the head of his cock to remove the last drops of cum that hadn't shot into my mouth. "Yeah, I guess so. My pussy will never be the same."
"Nor will my nuts. Thanks to you."
"God, Brian, I never knew you were such a lover. So you let your balls get cleaned out. Big fucking deal. You'll get over it."
"I doubt it."
"Stop it. Both of you. I promise not to say anything about this. No one else will ever know." I got up from the sofa and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up. I let them work it out between them.
They remained naked on the sofa when I rejoined them, all smiles and smirks, so assumed they had reached some sort of agreement. "Thanks for dinner, guys. And--"
"You're welcome to spend the night," Joe offered.
"Thanks, but one is enough for this girl." I got dressed and left with an open invitation to return whenever I wanted.