Chapter 2
I was awakened the next morning by Melba popping her head into the tent. She obviously had spent the night with Rick, over at their campsite.
"Get up, sleepyhead," she called to me affectionately. "We got to get cracking if we're going to make New Orleans by tonight."
She was right, but that didn't make getting up any easier. David was still next to me in the sleeping bag, snug and warm. Our lovemaking had gone on so far into the night that neither of us had gotten much sleep. I hated the thought of leaving him too, but we had planned to be in New Orleans in time for Mardis Gras. Melba had a date to meet her old lover there, and he would have a friend for me. He was a jazz musician and would know all the right places to take us in that swinging town. It would probably be the only place we would stay for more than one night. We had made a pact before we left on this trip that we would stay no longer than one night anywhere. We were on the lookout for men, and we wanted to meet and experience as many as we could. It was always a shame to leave someone like David, but new adventures called us, and we were more than willing to answer.
So, grumbling good naturedly, I kissed David goodbye and kicked him out of the tent. He wasn't too upset about it, since his and Rick's philosophy was about the same as ours. He wished us good luck, and we parted friends.
Quickly we broke our camp, packed up our motorcycles, and were on our way. We were still in Alabama so we had a ways to go before we reached that famed old port city. I was very excited about going to New Orleans-it was one of those places I had always wanted to go. The French Quarter, with all its jazz joints and girly shows held a great attraction for me.
The hours passed quickly as we covered the flat highway, maintaining an even speed. We made a few stops along the way for meals, and finally hit the outskirts of the city just as it was getting dark. It was pretty quiet in the streets, but it got noisier and noisier the closer we got to the hub of the city. Finally we reached the French Quarter. We parked our bikes on its border and threaded our way through the amazing crowds, looking for a tiny street named Rue St. Peter, just off Bourbon Street.
The streets were thick with bodies, thronging loudly, drinking, singing, kissing, yelling-it was wild. Mardis Gras had obviously begun! Neon signs advertising topless dancers and nude shows glared at us and music blared from every doorway in a cacophony of celebration.
It was an incredibly sexy sensation. I was continually rubbing bodies with stranger after stranger-men, women, some it was hard to tell, of all types and colors. College boys with their beers in one hand would take the opportunity to feel my breasts with the other. I jiggled my tits into their youthful grasping fingers. It gave me a thrill. I felt men's hard-ons pushing into my ass when they squeezed by me. Women's soft bosoms pressed against mine, giving me a strangely erotic sensation.
Finally we found the place we were looking for. It was Melba's friend's place, a lovely old building with a small inner courtyard. She rang the bell, and in a few moments the iron gate was swung open by one of the most gorgeous black men I have ever seen. Skin like chocolate candy and a build like Fred Williamson.
"Line!" cried Melba and hugged him excitedly. My tongue was hanging out. He wrapped his arms around her dainty waist and gave her a kiss. He held her tightly to him and pressed his mouth onto hers. She responded passionately and they remained locked in embrace for a long time. Finally they broke away.
"Oh Line," said Melba, a little embarrassed that she had forgotten me. "This is my good friend Sandy. Sandy- Line."
Line held out his strong arms to me. "Welcome to New Orleans," he said, with all the charm a Southern man can have. I hugged him and held up my lips for a kiss. He placed his soft lips over mine and shot his tongue quickly into my mouth. I practically melted right there in his arms, but I maintained my composure as best I could. I knew that he and Melba would be doing a "thing" together while we were here, and I didn't want to move in on her man. I'll tell you though, it was a big sacrifice. He had my blood pumping a mile a minute. I was praying that the man he had gotten for me was half as sexy as he was.
I needn't have worried. Line led us up two flights of stairs and showed us into his apartment. It was a quaint two-bedroom flat, lavishly decorated in the old French style. Sitting on the couch in the living room was another amazingly sexy man, this one with blond hair. He had piercing blue eyes, full sensuous lips, and a build even better than Line's.
He seemed to like me too, because his eyes followed me into the room, roving intimately over my body. "My name is Roger," he purred smoothly. "You must be Sandra."
"Uh, yes-yes it is," I stammered. "I mean I am... " I said haltingly. I felt very foolish, as my mind did not seem to be working right. It was concentrating too hard on checking out his well-shaped body. I stared at his crotch where I could see the thick outline of his manly dick. He motioned for me to sit next to him on the sofa. Eagerly I obeyed him. I'm not a small woman, but I felt tiny next to his huge form. I liked the feeling-it made me feel very submissive and protected. After being out on the road, and then pushing through the crowds on the street, it was nice to be safe next to a man.
Line and Melba sat close together on the opposite couch and the four of us made small talk for a while. They asked us about our trip, and how we liked New Orleans so far. The noise from the revelers below drifted up to where we were. I remembered the thrill of the crowds pressing against me and answered that I liked it very much. I knew Melba was happy to be here too, from the bright flush of her tawny cheeks. She was snuggling close to Line and holding his arm.
Roger put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Then he kissed me full on the mouth, sucking gently on my lips and sliding his wet tongue in and out with quick darting motions. I responded passionately, my tongue exploring the inner recesses of his mouth. Then he pulled back and smiled at me, clucking me affectionately on the nose with his finger.
"We're going to get along just fine, aren't we, Sandy?" he whispered.
I smiled back at him. He had me going from that kiss, but at least I wasn't stuttering anymore. I was turned on and I felt that I could turn him on too. I certainly was going to try. "I think we're going to be great friends," I answered him. Then I kissed him, a hard and demanding kiss, with my lips locked against his, my tongue caressing every inch of his open mouth-his teeth, tongue, lips, roof, cheeks. He started breathing heavily and returned my kiss with equal fervor. He drew me tightly to him; his hands on my back felt strong enough to crush me in one blow.
I saw that Melba and Line were also kissing on the other couch. She was moaning as his tongue shot past her lips. She touched his cock, thick and hard through the shiny material of his trousers. He was feeling her breasts with both hands, cupping and squeezing them with delight. They were both writhing and straining against each other on the sofa, trying to fit their bodies together. Then they quietly got up, and Line led Melba into one of the bedrooms. Roger and I were alone.
He drew my attention back to him by kissing me all over my face and neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. I could feel his hot moist breath on my ear, then the quick stab of his tongue on the fleshy lobes. I pressed myself against him, mashing my swollen boobs into his massive chest. He held me close-I could feel the blood pounding in his body. My hand crept down and seized the hardened flesh of his cock. It almost jumped through the material which imprisoned it, hardening still, frantic for the touch of my cool hands on it. Roger groaned and arched his hips, grinding his turgid organ harder into my caressing fingers. He grabbed my tits and pinched them hard. I gasped with pleasure. My nipples were erect and throbbing, sliding erotically against the soft cotton of my blouse. His touch was warm through the cloth, his fingers insistent as he gripped my breasts.
"I want you, Sandy," he murmured. "I want to take you, possess you, fuck you!"
His cock leaped to full erection then, straining violently against the material which held it in. It was thick and hard and throbbed hotly in my hands. I felt his balls, heavy with come, bulging and swelling at the base of his cockshaft.
I unzipped his fly and discovered with delight that he wore no underwear. His curly blond pubic hair stuck up through the opening like a soft bedding for his surging rod. I got the zipper down all the way and then watched the pink head of his dick pop out. His pants were opened in a vee, as though framing proudly his pulsing flesh. I dipped my fingers in and plucked him out like a treasure. I saw a little drop of clear fluid appear from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I touched it with my forefinger, then spread it wetly over the dully glistening flesh. I dug way in and found his hairy balls and cupped them with one hand. With the other hand I frigged up and down the length of his shaft, my fingers wrapped tightly around his circular thickness.
"I'm going to suck your cock," I whispered into his ear-hole. "Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," he breathed excitedly, hunching his pelvis high into my stroking hands. "Suck me baby, suck my cock!"
I slid to the floor in front of him and knelt between his outspread thighs. I gripped his pants and drew them down over his ass so that his prong and hanging balls were more accessible to me. I leaned over his crotch and let my lovely blonde hair dangle teasingly onto his engorged tool. He gasped deeply and held his breath as though trying to hold on to the titillating sensation. Lightly I stroked the hard firmness of his belly, letting my fingers drift slightly near their target-his throbbing tool. I kissed his belly, drawing my tongue wetly over the trail my fingers had just taken, stopping just short of the pink flesh of his manhood. He squirmed and gasped, aching pleasurably for the feel of my mouth on his fiery shaft. I enjoyed teasing him this way and I know he enjoyed it, too.
I licked my red lips and held them hovering over the blunt tip of his dick. I blew softly, letting my warm moist breath do the work my mouth and tongue would soon be doing.
He reached down and grasped my breasts, squeezing the puckered nipples in encouragement. "Uhhhhhh," I moaned, and let my tongue descend onto the tip of his cock, now hammering fiercely with blood.
"Oonnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned at the sudden touch of my wet pink organ on him. His slit oozed another drop of liquid. I licked it off with the tip of my curved tongue. He groaned again and slid his fingers sensuously over my ripened tits and breasts. My tongue tenuously circled his red throbbing cockhead, then swirled lightly down over the smooth veined sides of his gigantic fuckpole. My saliva left shiny trails where my tongue had been, as though marking a path for return. It slithered down to the wrinkled pouches of his balls, dangling heavily between his hairy thighs. I sucked on the twin sacs, one at a time, until Roger was practically screaming with pleasure.
My own cunt was pretty aroused, and I would have given a lot to feel his huge prong deep inside me. But I was getting a different kind of pleasure from sucking him off, that was just as good as being fucked. It was extremely erotic to me that he was groaning and gasping under my expert manipulation. I felt very powerful and yet very submissive at the same time. It was a strange but sexy feeling.
My mouth closed over his turgid rod. "Uunnnhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, feeling my lips press firmly and wetly over all sides of him. I slid them up and down over his prickhead, sucking and licking him with my tongue. It whirled and swirled up and down his throbbing length, filling him with intense sensations of pleasure. My lips formed a tight O around the ridge of his glans and then slid down to the very base of his jutting shaft, taking the entire length of his cock in my mouth. I felt his huge prick ramming the length of my throat, battering against the innermost walls of my mouth.
Slow and deep, sensuously up and down... up and down I sucked him. My teeth grazed the end as it slid in and out, filling him with amazing delight, His cockhead tickled my tonsils as it slide into the depths of my throat.
He laced his fingers through my hair, grasping it tightly to get a grip on my head. He shoved my mouth down onto his shaft hard, forcing even more of it into my throat. He followed the rhythm I had set, slowly pushing my head onto his cock. Then he forced it a little faster as his pleasure began to grow. His hips pumped upwards, shoving his dick higher into the oral cavern that was caressing it. Soon it was all I could do to keep up with him, so intensely was he fucking my mouth. My tongue undulated around his thick column while my inner cheeks strained to wrap themselves tightly around his slick sides.
My head was bobbing up and down and my hair was flopping softly on his thighs and crotch. It felt like my eyes were bulging out of my head each time his blunted prickhead bounced onto the far surface of my throat. It rammed into my mouth and I sucked with my cheeks and teased with my tongue as it pulled out. Roger was groaning with delight.
I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom where Line and Melba had gone. The springs on the bed in there were creaking rhythmically, and obviously they were fucking. I imagined Melba's slender body spread-eagled on the bed with Line's gigantic form on top of her. His dick must be huge too, I thought. I've got to give it a try before we leave. I'd have to talk to Melba about it and see if she minded me balling with her man.
But back to the present. I had enough cock to handle for a while, with Roger powerfully humping in and out of my mouth. I cupped his balls in my fingers and held on to the thick base of his shaft, keeping it in place for my tongue. He grunted and gripped my head more firmly and urged me to go faster, suck harder. I swallowed more and more of his huge length, sometimes feeling like I would gag. He began to swivel his hips, screwing his thick pole further and further in. I kept sucking, lavishing my tongue expertly all around his pistoning rod.
"Aaannnnhhhhhhh," he moaned in anguished pleasure. I knew he was near the breaking point-he was hunching his hips recklessly and shoving my head desperately onto his prong. I was aroused as hell, both with sucking off Roger and with hearing Melba and Line fucking in the next room. My pussy was afire and it made me suck all the more wantonly on his engorged tool. I was bringing him closer and closer to the brink, sucking faster and faster, licking more and more until he could hold back no more.
"Yes, ahhhhhhh, YES!" cried Roger as the dam burst in his balls and his come flooded through the passageway of his steaming cock like liquid fireworks. I could feel his shaft pumping the bittersweet spunk into my throat, the sides pounding hotly with blood and lust. The milky gism spurted warmly onto my throat and I swallowed again and again, eager to possess every drop of the liquid.
"Uunnhhhhhhh," he breathed softly, leaning back against the soft couch and relaxing his grip on my head. His body was still, except for his cock which was spewing the last few drops of come into my throat. I sucked them and swallowed them down, licking his now-flaccid prick clean like a mother cat cleaning her kitty. Finally I let it out of my mouth and collapsed tiredly against the sofa. My jaw muscles were tired, but I felt happy. Roger still had his eyes closed and he was sitting there with a satisfied smile on his face. The bedroom was silent, and I figured Melba and Line must have come, though I was too involved in blowing Roger to notice any sound.
Everything was quiet in the apartment. I became aware once more of the sounds in the street-the rowdy crowds and music makers. My cunt still throbbing, I listened curiously to it. It had grown dark since Melba and I had arrived, and I was ready to join the Mardis Gras for a while.
Roger seemed to read my thoughts. "Sounds like they're having fun," he said. He reached for me and pulled me up next to him on the sofa. He kissed my lips and then said, "I think anyone who did such a good sucking off job on me deserves to be taken out to dinner. Like Creole food?"
I beamed happily back at him. "It was my pleasure," I said, "but I'll still take you up on dinner. You know the restaurants, so you can be the leader. I'll follow."
"It's a deal," he answered. Then he pulled his pants back up and did the zipper. Except for the fact that I had just sucked him off, he was the same man I had met just a half an hour earlier. Then I felt like a complete stranger. Now I felt comfortable, like old friends or old lovers. My pussy wanted his cock, but I decided to wait. I knew it would be that much better if I had to wait for it for a while. But after dinner...
We snuggled together on the sofa and waited for Line and Melba to come out so we could all go to dinner together. Finally they emerged, looking quite satisfied, and we all set out for the streets together.